#caleb hc

[hellinistical]

11:14

Older, married Caleb snippet based off this post cause I need it and need more.

You sit on the counter, legs swinging idly, the cool surface a relief against your sun-warmed skin. The faint stickiness of a melting popsicle lingers on your fingertips, a remnant of an earlier indulgence. The kitchen smells crisp—fresh apples, a hint of cinnamon from the spice rack, and the comforting scent of home.

Across from you, your husband works with quiet focus, slicing through the fruit with practiced ease. The soft thud of each piece landing in the bowl is oddly soothing. You watch the way his hands move, the way the afternoon light catches on the edge of the knife.

He gets a slice on his knife, bringing it your your lips.

You smirk, leaning forward just enough to pluck the apple slice from the flat of the knife with your teeth. It’s crisp, sweet, and a little tart, the juice bursting across your tongue. Caleb still doesn’t look up, but there’s the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth—he knows you’re watching him.

The soft hum of the ceiling fan stirs the warm air, and outside, a cicada buzzes lazily. The moment is unhurried, easy. You pop the rest of the apple into your mouth, licking a drop of juice from your lip as he continues slicing, his movements steady and sure.

“You’re staring,” he finally says, voice low and amused.

You chew, swallowing before answering. “You’re feeding me. It’s only fair I supervise.”

This time, he does glance up, shaking his head with a quiet laugh.

"Ya know, this whole 40s thing? It's hot. I thought the 30's were hot. But this?" You do a little outline of him with your fingers. "This is nice."

Caleb huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he picks up another apple. "You make it sound like I’m ancient," he mutters, but there’s a smug little tilt to his smile.

"You’re distinguished," you correct, biting into another slice he wordlessly offers. "Rugged. Seasoned."

Caleb huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he picks up another apple. “Oh yeah?” he muses, his tone light but laced with amusement. “So what, I was just decent in my thirties?”

You grin, still lazily tracing his outline in the air like you’re sketching some masterpiece. “No, no, you were very nice in your thirties. But now?” You tilt your head, eyeing him like you’re considering a fine work of art. “Now, you’re like—aged whiskey. Or, I don’t know, a really expensive cheese.”

Caleb finally looks up at you, brow raised. “Did you just compare me to cheese?”

You pop another apple slice into your mouth and shrug. “Sexy cheese.”

He stares at you for a moment before shaking his head, muttering something under his breath that sounds a lot like "unbelievable", but there’s no hiding the way his mouth twitches, or the way his ears go just a little bit pink.

[sayangrafayel]

hc that Caleb talks about you all the damn time during his university days with his friends but whenever they ask for pictures of you he never once showed it.

"Let us see the person you talk about 24/7!!!"

"No. I don't want you thinking about my pipsqueak's beauty."

[cuteteacakes]

OKAY WAIT I GOT THIS

These three would help him in the bakery because they're bipedal and actually considerate with how to handle cakes and baked goods. Their names are Marzipan, Fondant, and Buttercream respectively.

Meanwhile these two stay at his apartment because his Sylveon Torte is a cat and a menace that would absolutely destroy the bakery if he had the chance (yes he is a he) and his Dachsbun Biscuit is just a dog and can't help either (though he tries to!)

His Galarian Rapidash Mille-Feuille is his ride to work and honestly I feel like he is Caleb's first pokemon he got as a kid as a Ponyta. This Rapidash will skewer any and all creeps who try to lay a hand on our pink-haired baker (even if Felix is in this verse)

[cuteteacakes]

@akumanoken

he's so real for this

[bluukive]

Jerking them off - LaDS

mdni

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off from behind when he's sleepy, your chest against his back whilst your hand pumps his aching cọck. He's overstimulated, having come twice already, and his face is red from the lewd squelching noises your hand makes against him. He lets his head fall back to your shoulder, murmuring heated words of encouragement - Xavier

ᡣ𐭩 has his larger hand over yours as you jerk him off together. He rolls his hips up and fucks the makeshift hole both of your hands have made. His other hand is pressed up against your own pụssy, cupping and stroking it erratically as you both pleasure each other in unison (almost) - Caleb

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off through his pants. It's something new he likes to indulge in, a complete contrast to his usually clean appearance. Breathy groans leave his lips as he bucks his clothed hips upwards to meet your hand, ass, whatever is grinding against him at that moment. He eventually comes in his underwear with a spasm - Rafayel

ᡣ𐭩 Makes you watch him jerk himself off whilst you're restrained. Ignores all of your begging and pleading whines whilst looking down at you with a blank expression, but you know him too well. The subtle hitches of his breath and the way his throat bobs told you everything you need to know about how he's feeling - Sylus

ᡣ𐭩 Prefers to pleasure you, but on the rare occasion he lets you touch? He's tugging you onto his lap and guiding his hand to his cock so that you could stroke it. His forehead is pressed against yours as he murmurs low words of praise, occasionally pecking your cheek or lips - Zayne

[calebsdraft]

“shh, baby, i know, i know,” caleb cooed as you rubbed your cheek against his chest, sniffing. god, you felt like you were in hell. what did you do to deserve this? you were good. probably. sorta. still, you didn’t deserve this massive headache.

you let out another little cough and you felt tears well up in your eyes. this is the second time you were sick. this time, it was worse. way worse. your throat hurt, your legs cramped, you had the worst headache, not to mention your nose is runny. you had already bawled into his chest at your sickness. you couldn’t do it again.

but oh, no, caleb already knew that you were about to cry. “oh, no, don’t cry. doll, don’t cry.” his words soothed you until another wave of your killer headache kicked. “caleb… i’m dying. i’m in hell,” you whined, words muffed by the soft fabric of his shirt.

you felt the deep rumble of his chest whenever he chuckled and his large hand came up to caress your hair. you couldn’t go to work—not yesterday, not today, and not tomorrow, either. you let out a groan thinking about it. good thing caleb was there. “want me to make your favorite food? i’ll add a bit of candy, yeah? also some medicine.”

you looked up at him once his words went through your head and you felt your eyes getting teary again. “you’re the best boyfriend ever, what the fuck?” you sniffed and dug your face into his chest again. he couldn’t help but to let out a bark of laughter, that same old smile on his face.

“alright, pips. you wanna go help me make the food?”

“yeah!”

[berrryparfait]

shower head ✩⋆｡˚

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, caleb x fem-afab!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: feeling curious, playful, and pent-up, you decide to surprise him by stepping into the shower and giving him head. you've never done anything like this before. 「my girlfriend can be quite surprising at times. and bold.」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, lads men being needy while you suck them off, dubcon but deep down everyone involved could not have been more willing (they told me personally)

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: bathroom – montell fish

✧ a/n: hihi!!! wow, it's been a while! this is my first fic on this account—i used to run @.starfellforyou but got a little bored of writing genshin fics and decided to hop right on over to another one of my hyperfixations instead... this also happens to be my first ever nsfw fic (i told myself to stop daydreaming and start writing lol), so please lmk if there's anything i'm doing wrong/missing out on as i'm fairly inexperienced when it comes to tumblr etiquette. hope you like it! <3

SYLUS squints at you, his hands stilling in his hair as the last suds of shampoo run off. "Are you lost?" he drawls, voice dripping with honey. He steps away from underneath the overhead shower and turns to fully face you—he's gorgeous, muscles slicked with running water and face slightly flushed from the heat. You simply stare at him with a mischievous glint in your eye, a teaser for what's to come. "It's unlike you to show up like this, unannounced." He smirks at you, unabashedly eyeing the length of your naked body and tracing your gaze to his semi-hard cock. You return his lewd expression. "I do love to keep you guessing." Slowly, you kneel before him, rivulets of water gushing down the side of your face and between your bare breasts. He leans against the wall as you open your mouth to take him in, his movements lazy. It's a struggle at first, but the low groan that escapes his lips turns it into a challenge. You run your tongue along his length, eyes glistening with cruel anticipation as it hardens to the point of no return. Determined, you begin to push deeper, moving back and forth as he sighs and throws his head back against the wall. With a delicious "pop", you release him from your mouth and begin teasing his tip. You circle his favorite spot and try your best to resist a smile when he squeezes his eyes shut, breaths coming shorter and faster and in white puffs of steam way above you. "Fuck..." His hands find their way to the back of your head, where they gently but firmly grasp your hair and begin to pull. Your mouth is guided back around his cock as you begin to suck him off harder, sounds of pleasure that beckon you to pick up speed echoing overhead. Push. Pull. Push. Pull. His hands around your head get rougher—more desperate—and you reach out to grab his thighs as his tip slams against the back of your throat. Hot spurts of cum fill your mouth, drip down your chin, coat the impressive length of his cock. There's so much of it. You both pant in exasperation, completely spent, only partially satisfied. The look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine. I'm getting fucked tonight. "Get up, we're going to bed."

ZAYNE works hard. So hard that you feel he deserves a little treat. Dr. Zayne may dedicate his life to helping others, but you want to dedicate your life to helping Dr. Zayne. A simple equation, really. The look on his face when he sees a very exposed you enter the shower while he's in it is pure gold. He frowns in shock, his cheeks turning pink as he backs away from you and makes a feeble effort to cover himself and protect his decency. It's endearing, the genuine confusion on his face. Need to make him cum hard. Really hard. "W-What are you doing in here?" He darts his eyes from side to side as he tries to avert his gaze from your breasts, now inches away from his chest. You shut the door behind you and get down on your knees. "You've had a long day at work, Doctor. Let me help you relax..." You gesture for him to sit down on the shower bench, and he reluctantly complies. "I'm afraid this isn't a good idea—" "Shhh..." You cut him off with a devilish grin as you breathe onto his growing cock, and a flicker of uncertainty—and begrudging intrigue—ignites beneath his pretty features. "Be a good boy for me and hold still..." You gently glide your tongue down his length, teasing him with slow, languid strokes as he writhes and struggles to stay silent. It isn't long before your mouth is enveloping his cock, eliciting whines of pleasure from deep within his throat, the small sounds driving you crazy with need. You pick up the pace, and soon his moans grow louder, more desperate. He begins to pathetically thrust skyward, helpless against the blinding pleasure of getting his cock sucked and stroked by a natural talent. "I'm gonna cum—" he whispers, strained, as you stop torturing him with your mouth and white streaks of cum shoot out in every direction, landing on your face, your tits, the walls, his thighs. You almost feel bad for him, the way he's just sitting there shivering with leftover ecstasy. But you know that once morning comes, he'd no longer be deserving of anyone's pity.

RAFAYEL may be a god, but that doesn't mean he's beyond enjoying the fruits of worldly labor. So what if his baths are the most luxurious and elaborate you've ever seen? One has never had a good bath until they've experienced shower head. You've convinced yourself of this much—now it's time to convince Rafayel. He looks ravishing as always as you enter the large shower room, his movements elegant and naturally seductive. He startles slightly at the sight of you. "Oh? Looks like I have company." He drags his eyes up and down your body, a playful smirk playing on his lips—but you know it for what it really is. An invitation. To give Rafayel exactly what he wants. Bubbles fill the room as he spreads himself across a large shower seat in the shape of a clam. Your prince. Your pearl. As if coerced by an invisible force, you gravitate towards him with a dark anticipation in your gut. He's sprawled before you, clearly getting harder by the second. Soon, he's going to get demanding—whiny, even. You need to please him fast. You circle his tip with your tongue and plant wet kisses along the length of his shaft, your way of preparing him for what's to come. His eyes are heavy-lidded, drowsy, drunk on the look in your eyes as you take him in whole, a delicious moan escaping him as you push his thighs further apart. Slow strokes, then faster ones. Repeat. You can tell he's in pain, yet somehow still in control of himself. That just won't do. "Not good enough, Your Majesty?" Your right hand moves to caress his balls, a gesture that sends him into overdrive. "Ugh, this girl—" His voice comes out garbled with a pained groan that makes your heart leap. You back away just before he cums. Can't let him off too easy. The frustrated noise that leaves his lips satisfies you more than it should, and you don't let him wait too long before you're sucking him off again, drawing out his orgasm until he nearly blacks out. He glares at you in petty indignation as his cum explodes into your mouth, both consumed by pleasure and immensely frustrated. You swallow it all down in a single gulp, feeling proud of yourself. "Who has the higher ground now?"

XAVIER jerks away from you as if you were a bad omen, instinctually bringing his arms up around himself in an attempt to block your view of him. It's no use, of course—he's as exposed as you are. "Uh..." A violent blush tints his cheeks as he fumbles for words, vivid blue eyes unable to meet yours. "Can I help you?" How could someone come off as so shy and judgmental at the same time? The thought makes you smile. "I'm here for you, cutie." He doesn't seem to understand, but it doesn't matter—you'll just have to show him. You grab his arms and gently coax them away from his body, baring his semi-hard length to you and making him squirm. Your fingers wrap around the base of his shaft, stroking gently as he gasps and twitches. The expression on his face has shifted, dark and cautionary. "Kneel," he orders, and you obediently get down on your knees. He pushes his length against your lips and groans, any trace of the bashful, reserved boy who'd almost pushed you back out the door completely gone. You lap at his precum, the taste of it salty and slightly bitter on your tongue. He nods once, giving you permission to take him in whole. Oh god. Overwhelmed, he closes his eyes and throws his head back against the flowing water, pure bliss written all over his face. "Just...like...that..." His tortured moans are like music to your ears, a symphony giving you new resolve as you begin pumping him with heightened speed. Your hands are looped around his knees, which you notice are shaking slightly with the threat of release. A spark of excitement ignites within you as you picture him coming undone, wholly and undeniably submitted to you, a beautiful mess of your own creation. He stares down at you dangerously. You look up at him with doe eyes, because two can play that game. Who is predator and who is prey? With one last luscious stroke of your tongue along the base of his shaft, he lets out a strained cry of pleasure, planting a hand on the wall behind you to steady himself. Strings of his seed land on your face and tongue as you smile up at him, already giggling at the adorable change in his demeanor. Back once again is the Xavier you know; introverted, demure, and utterly embarrassed with himself. "No more coming in like this..." He sounds serious at first, but then he glances away and chuckles softly—and your heart explodes.

CALEB doesn't even give you time to explain yourself. One second you're stepping into the shower and the next you're sitting against the wall, your thighs flush against the stone floor. "Interrupting me again?" His tone is intimidating, so different from the way he spoke to other people. For a split second, a jolt of delicious fear shoots through you, settling right between your legs. "What, too scared to speak, Pipsqueak? You're the one who came in here." He takes a step slower, his dick inches from your lips. He's already hard. Too hard. The look in his eyes is ruthless—predatory. You begin to question your capabilities, but it doesn't last long. He slides his length into your mouth, all the way, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to prevent yourself from gagging. "You look so pretty with me in your mouth..." The thought sends waves of pleasure through you, punctuated by sudden, hard thrusts as he fucks your face with concern for little else but the devastating pleasure coursing through him. This power dynamic, this feeling of being dominated—it's all too much. Don't stop. I don't want him to stop. Your moans are muffled and weak beneath his own savage grunts and he continues to push into your mouth, hands braced on the wall above you as he pushes against his own weight to gain momentum. "Fuck, I'm so close..." Your eyes well with tears as he thrusts deep into you one last time, warm bursts of cum filling your throat and coating your tongue. His breaths are belabored, sweat and water dripping down his chest as he looks down at the mess he created. Your face is streaked with tears, and the sight makes him smirk. For a moment, it's as if he's back to being the kind little boy you once knew. But any semblance of innocence vanishes with the next words that leave his mouth. "I'm not done using you yet, Pipsqueak."

— ⋆˙⟡ ©berrryparfait

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[faemurmur]

-> soft yandere caleb hcs:

1. “you’re mine. you said so.” you get busy—miss a call, forget a text—and when you finally answer, his voice is calm, too calm. “i waited. for hours.” you apologize, sweetly, teasingly even, but he doesn’t laugh. “you promised you’d always be there, remember? don’t break your promises. i… don’t handle that well.” and later, when he holds you close, you feel the way his hands tremble slightly against your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

2. his name in your phone has a lock emoji. -> he changed it himself. he also disabled the option to delete his contact. “just in case someone thinks they can slide into your messages,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “they’ll know who you belong to.”

3. he tracks you. -> not in a creepy way (okay maybe a little), but he has your location always. and when he sees you’re somewhere unexpected, he texts immediately: “what are you doing there?” ……you ask how he knew. “because you’re mine pipsqueak, and i need to know you’re safe. that’s not too much to ask, is it?” and the look in his eyes? he’d burn the whole galaxy just to get you back home.

4. he doesn’t like you being friends with your ex-> at all. he doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t tell you not to. he just shuts down emotionally, turns icy and unreadable. it’s bound with his actions though… he would probably still do everything acts of service wise. but he wants you to understand something is wrong, wants you to probe… and when you confront him, he finally murmurs, “i don’t want to be second choice to anyone. i want to be your only. and if that’s too much—” you cut him off with a kiss. you have to. because his voice was starting to sound a little unhinged and a little too honest.

5. he locks the door when you argue.-> not to trap you essentially (which he thinks he isn’t doing…) just to make sure you don’t leave. “we’re not going to sleep angry pips,” he says, softly. “you don’t walk away from me. not when we love each other this much baby.” and when you calm down, he pulls you into his lap, arms like iron around you, and whispers again and again, “mine. mine. mine.”

6. he doesn’t like you dressing up for anyone but him.-> you put on a new outfit, stunning, radiant—and his jaw clenches. why are you so breath-taking my gorgeous he thinks… no wonder he wants a world with just the two of you. “who’s that for?” / “me,” you say, innocent. but he steps closer, cups your jaw gently, possessively. “next time, wear it only when we’re alone. i don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine. or~ you’d hate how i become and say something like i killed your old caleb.”

7. his anger is unpredictable.->when someone flirts with you in front of him, he doesn’t start a fight. but sometimes the look in his eyes speaks more than words ever could. maybe he will break their bones when you leave, maybe he will let it slide. who knows what caleb’s mood dictates him to do. sometimes, he just smiles. and later, when you’re home, he pins you softly to the bed, hands on either side of your head.“do you want them?” he asks, voice flat. “because i can make sure they never speak to you again.” and you— you tell him it’s just him. it’s always been him. like a prayer, like a chanting to balm his rage. and he finally kisses you like a starved man, whispering “good girl.”

8. he deletes numbers from your phone.->you’ll never notice. he’s too smooth. but people you used to talk to? stop replying. and when you ask caleb, he just shrugs with a soft smirk, “maybe they realized they could never compete with me.” and then changes the subject with a kiss and that dangerous look in his eyes again…. this isn’t out of sheer possessiveness though its just out of trust issues.

9. he doesn’t like letting you sleep mad at him.-> you try to turn away in bed, still upset. away from him… back on his face like an iron wall. but he slides his arms around you from behind, strong and unyielding.“no. you don’t get to walk away from me in your sleep, either.” and you can feel how serious he is. “we fix this now, angel. i’ll do anything. but you don’t leave.”

10. he has nightmares about losing you.-> he never tells you the full details either. just that he wakes up shaking, pale, and pulls you into his lap, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. “i saw you leaving me,” he whispers into your neck. “don’t ever do that. i wouldn’t survive it.”

[oceanicfishies]

Caleb would 100% lean into your hand like a puppy when you would play with his hair and he would 100% close his eyes as a small smile crossed his face and he would 100% reach for your hand to do the thumb thing

[hellinistical]

Pegging caleb and he's so breathy and whimpers and whines. He's just so soft. All pink in cute and so frustrated.

Sweaty and it hasn't even really started.

Kneading his tits and your pressed against his back.

Push him onto his back, though. Let him face you and push his knees by his head.

[sayangrafayel]

As a kid, you were EXTREMELY afraid of heights but Caleb is not afraid at all, he build a treehouse in the backyard and goes there to play sometimes. A friend told you that loving someone means doing something that person loves as well, even if it's scary. So one day you climbed up to Caleb's tree house all geared up with a helmet and pillows taped to you to surprise Caleb.

"Pipqueak! What are you doing here? And what the heck are you wearing...?" (Answer: Pillows, safety gears, helmet, thick sweaters.)

Atp you're holding so tight to the railing and did not want to look down at all, just focusing all your attention on Caleb and NOT falling down "You talk about the tree house all the time and always wanted me here, so here I am! Fully prepared! Super safe and not afraid at all!"

Safe to say Caleb cried that day. Don't worry. He will never let you fall and hurt yourself.

[A/N: bits and pieces inspired by Liv and Maddie where Josh went to Maddie's treehouse despite being so afraid of heights SOBS SOBS]

[cuteteacakes]

Still love the idea of Caleb's team being all bakery and girlypop themed

(image courtesy of Bun although I think he'd have the Ponyta elvolve into a Rapidash because have you seen how handsome that horse is???)

[loveanddeepsecrets]

Domestic + Intimate Headcanons Pt. II

An impromptu two parter of me just spitballing (Pt. I for reference). This started out as a cutesy mini headcanon post for Raf’s bday, but quickly grew into hyper specific romantic scenarios and wishful thinking. It’s still probably clear who my mains are 😭 but I did my best to showcase the humility in all LIs

⤠ Disclaimer: I’m quite happy with the intimate headcanons from my initial post and truthfully couldn’t expand too too much without basically repeating myself from last time. So with the exception of Caleb, there’s a bit less spicy bullets this go-round :/

⤠ Tags: 18+, MDNI, *slight spoilers depending on affinity level or personal progress in main story +myths, fluff, mostly gender neutral, but written with an afab + fem!reader in mind

⤠ Word count: 2.1k (mostly proofread)

Xavier

SFW

✧ Eats the raisins you pick out of the trail mix

✧ Always draws stars next to your name when writing you letters/cards

✧ Bookstore dates. At every visit, you pick one of your favourite books to read for each other

✧ After begging him tirelessly to teach you a song, *any song* on the piano, he mischievously chose ‘Heart & Soul’

✧ Saves every voicemail/voice note. He often replays them to stay sane on dangerous solo missions 

✧ On top of that, he made a bunny plushie version of you at one of those 'Build-A-Bear' type shops and used one of your voice notes . He sleeps with it on nights he can't sleep with you

✧ Sprays more cologne on his hoodies knowing you love the scent. He also thinks the extra spritz of fragrance will ward off other men since he knows you borrow his clothes. It’s his silent way of marking what’s his

✧ Loves making you blush. He didn't get enough time to court you in the past timeline on Philos, so he seizes every opportunity to (quite effortlessly) rizz you up to see your flushed expression

NSFW

✧ [canonically makes bolder moves to see how you’d react —secret times lvl 165]

✧ Game head. He gets a bit of an adrenaline rush if you do it while he’s online

✧ Doesn’t give not one shit about how loud you guys are. He probably prefers sex on the couch on the off chance Charlie might be passing through the hallway

✧ Though I still think he’s pretty quiet, he becomes a bit of a whiny mess when you’re edging him

✧ A gripper. Grabs on your ass during cowgirl, your chest during missionary, your hips/thighs during doggy, etc

✧ Sprained his neck from holding your hips down and guiding you when you sat on his face. It left him smirking throughout his recovery. Every painful twitch was a pleasant reminder of a job well done 

✧ Has the fastest pace ot5. He moves at lightning speed when batting wanderers, so he probably moves at a back breaking break neck speed while inside of you 

✧ After rewatching the 'No Restraint' card on YouTube… *sweats* he’s got magic fingers. I’ll put it like this and move on: firm, tiny circles 🫠

Caleb

SFW

✧ 10+ hours long face time calls

✧ Would actually be pretty decent at the claw machine if he wasn't such a massive cheater

✧ Utility man. He's your personal chauffer, home chef, alarm clock, umbrella, trainer, handyman, and so on. He strives to be the perfect emergency contact

✧ Has definitely seen those videos of couples trying to recreate yoga poses and had you try with him (would probably cheat using his evol)

✧ Bounces his leg if you scratch that one spot on his head when you play with his hair

✧ You always end up sitting on his lap when cuddling watching tv or reading peacefully together 

✧ Holds pinkies more often than holding hands

✧ Super athletic and adventurous dates i.e. zip lining, skydiving, paragliding, kayaking, hiking, etc. He’s patient, encouraging, and talks you through the scariest parts of the activity and rewards you with several kisses in between telling you how brave you were

NSFW

✧ Hands down has the roughest sex regularly ot5

✧ Mile high club

✧ Orgasm denial + overstimulation 

✧ LOUD, TALKATIVE, and MESSY 

✧ Sloppy eater

✧ He expects a sloppy eater in return. Is probably the type to grab your head and start guiding you when he’s close 

✧ Ik I said Xavier was bossy, but this man? His gravity evol? His colonel position? CONTROL FREAK

✧ Likely has the biggest “Sir” kink

✧ While I do think he aligns slightly more with booktok Sylus, I can’t see where degradation would fit with their dynamic. You’re the very thing he wants to shield and protect. Why would he degrade what he cherishes?

✧ On the softer side, he’s the type to melt into your touch. There’s true devotion in his eyes (and heart) when you’re making love

✧ On the days where he’s not rough, the sex is more sensual and almost tantric 

✧ Will always find a way to be physically closer to you during the act. Whether it’s putting his forehead on yours, burying his face in your neck, hugging your waist, or simply holding hands 

✧ You both probably cried (happy tears) after your first time. Being intimate felt like a confirmation from the universe that you knew each other more than words could express. There was no trial and error, you just knew 

Sylus

SFW

✧ Hot air balloon rides

✧ Monogram matching robes

✧ Secret fan of game shows. He thinks they’re hilarious— or in his words “highly amusing”

✧ Bought you a birdhouse + birdfeeder for your apartment after he noticed you birdwatching on the last date 

✧ Purposely chooses horror films on movie nights on the chance you’ll hold onto him and hide your face in his chest. He’ll laugh and make some remark about being hurt that you’d use him as a shield, but will hold you tighter and soothe you later in the night when you’re too scared to sleep

✧ Random slow dances. In the kitchen on the nights you make dinner together; in his study while music emits from his record player; in the bathroom, sleepily swaying side to side while lazily brushing your teeth 

✧ Whenever you're holding hands, he often aimlessly draws random shapes on your ring finger

✧ I think all the LADS men have a default position they fall into when getting close or snuggling up. For Sylus, it’s resting his chin on your shoulder. It’s the perfect place to capture your scent plus, he can hear and feel your heartbeat. Of course he’ll playful bite or nuzzle into your neck, but he rests his head there because it’s most familiar and comforting to him and his old dragon form

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✧ Road head 

✧ Mile high club

✧ Eye contact 

✧ Has a secluded sex dungeon even Luke & Kieran don’t know about

✧ Due to the nature of his job, I don’t think he’d engage in explicit sexting. Too many people on his case and has probably dealt with his fair share of hackers. If one of your messages/photos/videos leaked anywhere, it would be the end of the N109 zone and the world as we know it 

✧ That being said, if he wants to make home movies, it’s done with a vintage film camera to ensure the utmost privacy

✧ More of a grunter and groaner than a moaner. The few times he does moan, is when he’s buried between your legs

✧ I actually think he’d be into role play. He likes how you always keep him quick on his feet in your relationship, and will often humour and indulging in the change of pace. He’d like this even more in the bedroom

✧ Chuckles to himself and humours you whenever you suggest 69ing bc he knows you’ll inevitably just lay there with his dick idle in your hands, while you whimper on top of him

✧ Stamina coach. His methods for overstimulation are twofold. While he loves the state of you withering and coming completely undone, he also does this to help you expand your limitations and enjoy each other for as long as he can go. I already said he’s a pleasure dom, but he’s a pleasure dom with a purpose

Zayne

SFW

✧ Botanical garden tours

✧ Couples ice skating during the holiday season 

✧ Uses his surgical skills to patch up injured plushies [x] 

✧ He may or may not have added an extra rest day or two in your doctor’s note to Jenna so he can spend more time with you. He’ll deny it and insist you need the additional rest, and who better to take care of you other than your doctor?

✧ There’s something about the way he holds your hand that’s sickeningly sweet. Gentle, slightly cool to the touch that warms up quickly, with loving caresses

✧ Surprised you to a dessert degustation for your anniversary. Each dish is a highlight of the standout desserts you tried over the year

✧ Occasional late night strolls along the river. He passively recalls scenes from the western dramas you watch and (successfully) tries skipping rocks

✧ Enjoys exploring artistic outlets with you. Often suggests different workshops to try i.e. stained glass studios, culinary classes, candle making, terrarium building, etc

✧ A bit needy nowadays. To experience a love he never knew he could have, makes him hold your hand a little more tightly, hug you a few seconds longer and kiss you twice as many times as he did before

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✧ Much like Sylus, he’s also big on eye contact (when he’s in control)

✧ Literally the cutest thing ever when you go down on him. He’ll keep his composure, and lustfully tell you what he wants, but gets so flustered and stuttering as the pleasure builds and he gets close

✧ Truthfully, I don’t like to compare Zayne and Caleb all that much, but the love making between you two is also very tantric

✧ If you listen to the way he kisses you, it’s pretty similar to how he eats you. When completely drunk off your juices, it’s like he’s breathing you in. There’s a desperation to his licks and kisses, feening for the taste of your nectar

✧ He’s also the type to spell out his name with his tongue over and over again. Think of it as a spell. He needs to hear you call to him

✧ Incredibly patient. Foreplay isn’t some tit for tat curtesy thing, it’s important to him. He’s less of a tease and more methodical. "Relax into my arms. No, I'm not bullying you. I need you to come for me again. You should always warm up before stretching, and I don't want to hurt you so please, come for me love. Can you do that for me?"

✧ A stickler for clear communication. You must speak in full complete sentences. It’s not enough to say just say “Please.” What exactly are you pleading him to do?

✧ Slight exhibitionist. He’ll never allow you to get caught, but likes the challenge of finding the quickest ways to cover your mouth— using his hand, tie or lips to stifle your moans

Rafayel

SFW

✧ Hates going in hot springs, saunas, or jacuzzies. He’ll say he feels like a boiling crab

✧ Asked to keep your first completed sketchbook that are filled with many one on one art lessons with him

✧ Can’t sleep if some semblance of you isn’t with him. Will literally drag or carry you to the couch so he can take a nap. You don’t have to nap with him, just lay next to him and stroke his hair

✧ Apart from Moments, you’re the only one he’s following on all socials

✧ Always responds with a stream of texts in all caps and several emojis when you send him a selfie 

✧ His biggest artistic aspiration is to find just the right pigments/colours that encapsulates you. Next is finding a colour palette that encapsulates both of you 

✧ Used to think you were mocking him when you took him on aquarium dates

✧ Your pearl engagement ring was made from the tears he cried while drafting his proposal speech [x]

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✧ Next to Sylus, he’s a comfort king. Making sure you have enough pillows underneath you during missionary; repositioning you when he notices your head leaning off the edge of the bed; several consent check ins; "my hands aren't too cold, right?"; taking over when your legs start to tire out from riding him, etc

✧ Unpopular opinion, I think he’s the most into period sex out of the five. You really think a MERMAN is scared of the red sea???

✧ Speaking of which, he’s extra sensitive to your scent and the way you feel when you’re on your cycle. Though he won’t necessarily initiate anything 

✧ Has you take the week off for Ebb Day. You’ll need the extra down time and he’s more than happy to spend the rest the week caring for you till you're back in good health

✧ On particularly intense— passionate rounds, he starts swearing/speaking in Lumerian

✧ Pretty gentle with you when you go down on him. He’s usually holding your hair back, softly running his fingers through your strands or caressing the back of your neck 

✧ The biggest tease when he’s eating you out and MEAN about it too. Giggling when you mewl. That annoying "mmm?” when you start to get louder. "Speak up, cutie."

✧ Best stroke game. Ik I said this last time, but I’m dying on this hill. Dizzying backshots, frontshots, sideshots— literally whatever position you’re in, his hips are steady, fluid, and unrelenting

ꨄ︎ A/N: Thanks for reading 🤍 these lists were a bit harder to make this time ngl. Quite a few bullets from pt. I are now canon— which I’m happy about ofc, but it made it harder to bounce around new ideas since there’s fewer “what ifs”. It’s probably best to end this series here tbh. But I’m definitely open to different content suggestions to post next!

[x] - denotes credit for headcanon inspo.

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[justwinginglife]

The LADS Men React To You Proposing To Them

*mature/suggestive content but nothing explicit (I'm sorry, it's cuz I'm lazy)

Zayne

Zayne looks away, but not before you catch a glimpse of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He takes a moment to adjust his tie, loosening it around his neck, before finally turning back to you, now fully composed. 

“You know, one usually has a ring when they propose.” He tries to keep the amusement out of his voice as he eyes you on one knee, empty handed.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Well, I figured it was the…thought that counts?”

This time, he smirks slightly. “And what was your thought behind this?”

“That I can’t wait any longer and want to marry you?” You offer up sheepishly. 

“Well, in that case, I suppose I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer then, should I?” He gets down on one knee, in front of you, purposely knocking against your propped up knee, as he mimics your pose. Then he pulls a ring box out of his pocket. 

You gasp as your eyes rest on the diamond. “Wait you…but I thought you weren’t gonna…you have a...ring?”

He chuckles softly. “I do. And if someone had waited a mere minute or two, I would’ve had the ring out and the question asked before you even had time to dirty your pretty leggings. But I suppose if you had waited, you wouldn’t be the person I fell in love with, now would you?” He teases, reaching out to gently caress your rosy cheek.

You pout slightly, but nuzzle against his hand nonetheless. “Hey- weren’t you going to ask me a certain question? Quit teasing already and get on with it.”

His eyes sparkle with amusement at your impatience. “It appears my fiancee is being quite the handful today.”

You whine, “I’m not your fiancee yet! You have to ask first!”

He gives a slight grin before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “Will you do me the honor-”

“Yes!”

He shakes his head, laughing to himself softly. “She tells me to ask and then doesn’t let me finish. How very like her.”

Your blush darkens. “I was just…I got excited, okay? You can’t fault me for that.”

He smiles warmly and leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. “I could never fault you. Not when I’m over the moon.” He slides the ring onto your finger with ease, thumb caressing it gently, as though ensuring his love will secure it tightly around you. Then he bends down to press a kiss to your adorned finger. 

You swallow down your nerves. “I-I think you missed. My lips are up here.” 

His lips twitch, amused. “My mistake. Allow me to rectify it.” He cups your face in his hands, warmth searing into your cheeks, as he gazes into your eyes lovingly. Then, his eyes flick down to your lips, and before you know it, he’s kissing you. His lips move against yours gently at first. Then, after a couple of deeper kisses, after testing to see how far you’ll let him go, he begins to consume you like air. He groans against your lips, hands trailing from your hips to your thighs. 

“I’ll get the food to go.”

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Rafayel

“Stop.”

You blink. “What? But I…but you…you don’t want to marry me?” You try to keep the hurt from your voice.

He bends down and flicks your forehead. “When did I say I didn’t want to marry you?”

Your brows furrow. “Well, but I…I got down on one knee and I just asked you if you’d marry-”

“And? I didn’t say no, did I?” He crosses his arms, waiting for your response.

“...No. But you said stop-”

“Exactly. I just said stop. Cuz you’re going to ruin all my plans if you keep going.”

You blink. “Your…what?”

He gives you a soft smile. “Cmon, cutie.” He holds a hand out to you and helps you off of the ground. Then, when he’s helped fix your dress, he leads you down to the beach.

The entire path down to the beach is lit with candles and flower petals, and when he finally leads you to a large opening, you notice that written in seashells in the sand are the words “Marry me?”

Your eyes widen and you almost drop the ring you bought for him.

He quickly catches it, laughing slightly. “Hey now, don’t go dropping my wedding ring in the sand.” Then he gets down on one knee, and holds out the ring that he bought for you. He tilts his head towards the question in the sand. “So. You gonna answer my question before the waves wash it away, cutie?”

“I-yes! Of course! Of course I’ll marry you!” You throw your arms around him and then he really does drop the rings. 

“Well, there goes my undying symbol of my devotion to you. I guess we can’t get married after all,” He teases as he watches you desperately sift through the sand to find both of your rings.

“I’ll-I’ll find it!” You say quickly, panic starting to seep into your voice.

“Hey.” He catches your hands. “I was just messing with you, you know that right? Rings or not, I’d marry you. Wedding or not, I’d marry you. Heck, if you want to get married right here, on the beach, with just the two of us, surrounded by nothing more than sand and seashells, I’d be happy. More than happy.” He nuzzles against your nose.

You smile at him fondly. “Alright. But I hope you know that seagulls don’t count as witnesses and we need witnesses to get married.” 

“You mean to tell me that I just taught them how to speak and write, just for them to be ineligible as our witnesses? That doesn’t seem fair, now does it?” He jokes, a grin spread widely across his face. 

“You know what else isn’t fair? Hiding the rings and pretending you dropped them just to see how much I care about finding them.” You whisper in his ear, before slipping into his jacket pocket to retrieve your two rings.

He holds his hands up, amused. “Fine, fine, so I’m caught. Couldn’t help it, cutie. I had to get back at you for almost ruining my carefully crafted plans. It was adorable to see you so flustered though. I almost started to feel bad.”

“I hope you know you’ll have to make it up to me.” You say, sliding his ring onto his finger before shoving your ring into his palm and holding your hand out for him.

He chuckles and takes the ring, guiding it gently onto your finger. “Oh dear. But you’re insatiable, how will I ever be able to make it up to you fully?” 

“You can start with a kiss,” You say innocently.

“I can do that.” He scoops you into his lap and holds you against him as he claims your lips in a hungry kiss. A hand trails up your back and presses you tighter to him. After a couple of dizzying kisses, he begins to trail them down your neck, only stopping to murmur one thing. 

“Only one problem with your request. I’m insatiable too.”

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Caleb

“Wanna talk about the ring, pipsqueak?” 

He holds the ring box above your head as you jump to reach it. 

“Caleb!” You exclaim, exasperated.

He grins. “Just tell me. What’s it for? Who’re you giving it to?”

You deliver a soft punch to his chest. “I won’t tell you until you give it back to me, jerk.”

He gasps dramatically. “Don’t tell me. Is it for me? Oh no,” He purrs. “Did I just ruin your big proposal?”

You roll your eyes. “Well I’m not gonna propose now that you’re being a dummy.”

He seems to instantly realize the error of his ways, his smile freezing on his face. When he stops glitching, he immediately shoves the box back into your hands and starts to walk out the door.

“Caleb?” You call after him.

“No, no. We’re going to try this again. I’m gonna walk in and act like I haven’t seen you at ALL today. Kay? Be riiiiight back.”

“Caleb!” You shake your head and bite back a smile as he closes the door behind him. God, what a goofball. You wait for him to make his dramatic entrance. And dramatic it is.

He swings the door open. “Oh, my deeeear girlfriend! How are you feeling today? Feeling extra…romantic?” He teases, nudging you with his arm as if that’s your cue. 

You burst into laughter. “Caleb, you’re killing me.”

“Sorry, sorry. Was that too obvious? I’ll come back again.”

You pull him towards you before he can leave again and kiss him. He melts into your kiss, hands finding the back of your head to ground you against him. 

“Marry me, stupid?” You murmur as you pull back.

He chuckles. “Coulda done without the stupid.”

You cross your arms. “Fine, I take it back. No proposal for you today.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” He protests, pulling something out of his pocket. “Maybe this will help you reconsider?” He gets down on one knee and opens the box.

Your jaw drops when you see the emerald. 

“You remembered-”

“That you don’t like diamonds? Course I did. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t know your favorite gemstone? So, how bout it? Marry me?” 

Your gaze softens and you bend down to wrap your arms around him. “Of course I will, dummy. There’s no one else I’d rather marry.”

“And don’t you forget it.” He teases, poking your nose slightly. When you roll your eyes, he chuckles. Then he straightens, eager to put the ring on you. After admiring it on your hand for a while, you look up to realize he’s staring at you expectantly. 

You laugh. “Waiting for your turn, huh?” You take the ring you’d bought for him and slide it onto his finger. Then it’s his turn to admire it.

“Do you like it?” You ask shyly.

His smile spills across his face. “Like it? I love it. In fact, I love it so much that I think, to celebrate, we should…” He pulls you closer to him, nipping at your ear in a way that makes you shiver, before murmuring, “Consummate the marriage?” 

You blush bright red. “Caleb! We’re not married yet.”

“Mmmm. So a practice run then.” He nuzzles against your neck, pressing heated kisses against your skin.

You let out a whine, “You’re going to be the death of me.” But you cave in and let him carry you over to the bed after he begins to suck and bite at your neck the way he knows you love. 

He looks down at you greedily, eyes roving over every inch of your entrancing figure splayed beneath him. “Then til death do us part.”

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Sylus

Sylus chuckles when he sees you get down on one knee. “Well, kitten, this is certainly unexpected.”

You grin up at him, half triumphant that even he couldn’t see this coming. “So? Will you marry me?”

He pretends to think for a moment, tapping a finger on his chin. “Just one question, before I answer you. Does this mean I should cancel the trip to the Eiffel tower, the order of a thousand roses, the world famous orchestra, and the two bottles of champagne I ordered for when I was going to propose?”

Your eyes widen and you quickly rise to your feet, snapping the ring box shut and hiding it behind your back. “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

His eyes sparkle with mirth. “Pretend you didn’t say anything? But, kitten, you went to aaaaall the trouble of setting this up. How can I just pretend nothing happened?”

You begin to pout. “Syluuuuuus. Just forget it, okay? I want the roses. You wanna go to Paris? We can go to Paris right now, I don’t even need to pack. And champagne, I loooove champagne. I’m not even picky, it doesn’t even need to be cold. So, you know, you can break it out now.”

His lips curl into a smirk. “Oh, but darling, I wouldn’t dream of overshadowing your proposal. This is your big moment, after all. We should enjoy it.”

You let out a long, exasperated sigh. “You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you, Sy?” His laughter rumbled in his throat. “Well this is the highlight of my day, after all. I wouldn’t want anything to disrupt it. Besides, Paris can wait.”

You threw your head back in frustration and let out a whine, “Paris can’t wait.” 

He leaned forward in his seat, eyes glinting with a devious gleam. “I suppose I can oblige if you’d like. But there are consequences for taking back a proposal. Are you sure you’re ready to face those consequences, sweetie?”

You nod emphatically. “Yes, I’ll do anything. Just please, take me to Paris. Let’s go get engaged.”

He grins devilishly. “As you wish, my love.”

In an instant, he’s summoning Luke and Kieran to get his private jet up and running. 

You wait inside the jet while he makes a few calls. Your heart beats so loudly that you almost don’t hear the jet engines humming as they roar to life. You’re getting engaged tonight. That’s enough to make anybody giddy. Your feet swing back and forth over the edge of the leather chair while you wait for him to return. 

As promised, he sets a bucket of ice onto the table, with two bottles of champagne resting neatly inside. You sit up straight, peering at them curiously. The labels are in a language you can’t read and one bottle looks more expensive than your entire apartment. You reach for one, when he catches your wrist. 

“Not yet, sweetie. Patience. After all, I’ve not proposed yet.”

You pout but you obey, sitting on your hands to keep them from fidgeting. “So, how long until we’re in Paris?” 

He raises a brow at your impatience, but he’s more entertained than irked. “Long enough. But,” He leans in, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “I can think of a few things to do while we wait.”

You shiver at his words. “Like what?”

His fingers brush the hair from your neck as he nuzzles against it. “For starters, you still have to make up for taking back your proposal.” His words escape his lips in a low hum, as he continues to travel down your neck. 

“And how…” You swallow. “How would I do that?”

He sits up to gaze into your eyes. Then his gaze dips down to your lips before he leans forward and captures them in an eager kiss, thumb massaging your jaw line as he presses deeper into you. 

“Have you ever heard of the mile high club?” 

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Xavier

“You…want to…marry me?” Xavier asks, his wide eyes look down at you, stunned and sparkling. 

“Of course I do. I love you.” You smile at him warmly. 

His gaze softens and his heart skips a beat. This is everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s ever dreamed of, everything he’s hoped for. He just didn’t think that you’d be the one asking. It makes it all the more special that you asked. It makes his lungs ache and his heart burst and his blood pound. It makes him over the moon, sun, and stars. 

“So, do you think you could give me your answer before my knee gives out? Kinda sore down here.” You joke as you attempt to shift some of your weight off your knee. 

He laughs softly as he accepts the ring. “Of course I’ll marry you.” His eyes trail down your body, darkening slightly. “But…I could get used to seeing you on your knees.”

You swallow. “Xavier-” 

Before you can continue, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue driving its way through your mouth. He loves you. His fingers tangle in your hair. He loves you. He swallows down your moan. He loves you so much. He laps at the bite mark he buried in your lip. He loves you so, so, incredibly much. Finally, he presses your back against the carpet, hips aligning with yours as he sinks down on you. 

The next two hours fly by in daze as he proceeds to lavish his loving attention on you. 

It isn’t until you’re practically glued together by nothing more than sweat, arousal, and affection, as you both lay boneless and breathless on the worn-out couch, that he allows you a break. You rest in his arms, trying not to move any aching muscles as you snuggle against him, pressing a tender kiss to his chest. 

“Can’t believe we’re…engaged.” He murmurs as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“Mmm, engaged and ecstatic.” You whisper back, eyes twinkling. 

He smiles down at you before kissing the top of your head. “I’m ecstatic too, my love.” 

His arms wrap around you tighter, but you groan at the pressure around your back, remembering how he had just fucked you into the ground so hard you thought you might actually fall onto the first floor. He quickly releases you, giving you an apologetic look.

“Let me make you some tea and I’ll draw up a warm bath for you.” He says, eager to help in any way you can. 

You nod and roll off of him slowly, trying to ignore your sore limbs. 

As he moves around the house in preparation, you wrap your robe around you and walk to the balcony. You notice there’s a fireworks show going off nearby. You admire the bursts of color that bloom across the night sky before quickly fading, and you wonder what the fireworks could be for. As far as you can tell, there’s no holiday any time soon. 

Xavier joins you at the balcony with two, steaming cups of tea. 

“Baby, look. There’s fireworks. Aren’t they gorgeous?”

Xavier smiles at you, tenderly tucking a hair behind your ear as he watches you enjoy the show. Not as gorgeous as you are, he thinks to himself. 

“What do you think the fireworks are for?” You ask him curiously.

His eyes widen all of a sudden, and he chokes on his tea. 

“Xavier, are you-” 

He waves you away, trying to assure you he’s fine between gasped breaths as he points back to the night sky.

You raise a brow at him but then turn back to where he’s pointing. 

Suddenly, four words appear in the sky in beautiful, bright bursts. “Will you marry me?”

Stunned, you turn back to Xavier who is rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“So I, uh, kinda lost track of time with you and forgot I ordered the fireworks.” He admits. He pulls a ring box out of his pocket. “I know you already asked me, but…”

“Yes!” You throw your arms around him excitedly.

He winces but he smiles. “Still sore, dear.”

You raise an amused brow at him. “And who’s the one who wanted to go for two hours?”

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[calebsdraft]

caleb w a crybaby, clingy, needy little sister who needs to be comforted every time he’s inside of her bc hes js toooo bigg…</3

warnings : praise, crybaby!reader, stepcest, use of gege and pipsqueak, caleb brings up that y’all are siblings during sex, big dick!caleb, belly bulge, cumming inside, unprotected sex <3

౨ৎ au : 𝓼tepbrother!caleb x 𝓬rybaby!reader ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

𝒞aleb knew you were going to start crying before you even got to. you were more of the crybaby type, always crying to your gege about mean people, grades, sad animals… anything really. so he wasn’t surprised when you started crying during sex. he tried to start off soft, he really did—but you were just too good and wet, he couldn’t stop himself from going faster, deeper.

“shh… i know, baby. i know, i’m so big, aren’t i? you’re taking me so well,” he murmured into your ear. your wrists were pinned down by his large hands and your ass was up, chest against your back as he rammed into your pussy. tears and sobs started falling from the overwhelming pleasure. it was just too good and you could feel him everywhere.

his free hand came to rub your tears away softly and you felt his thrusts slowing down in a pace that wasn’t so overwhelming. “i know, pips. don’t cry, gege’s hear for you. you’re such a good girl.” you let out a small mewl at the praise, your walls clenching around his thick cock and he let out a groan.

“mm, yeah, that’s it. just like that—yeah, tighten around me,” he whispered into your ear gently and his thrusts got deeper now, reaching a spot that he didn’t reach when he was going fast. you let out a chocked gasp at the feeling, your body jolting as he hit that spot again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and new tears started to fall—but they were from pleasure now.

“caleb! haah, right there! oh, mhm!” you moaned out when his head massaged that spot just right, making your puffy folds flutter around his cock. “fuck, that’s it, hm, baby? your big brother’s hitting that good spot inside of you?” your jaw dropped and you mindlessly nodded.

his pace started to pick up again and his grip on your wrists tightened. the bed creaked with each thrust and he shushed your sobs, whispering things like “there ya’ go,” and “yeah, just breathe. just like that.” you felt like he was splitting you in half but it was so good, you didn’t want it to stop.

until you felt that tug in your gut. he had made you come thousands of times and each time it was too overwhelming for you, trying to kick him off of you and almost fainting when you gushed around him. this is no different.

“caleb! stop! m’close! stop—i can’t!” you gasped out and he let out a low growl into your ear. instead of stopping, he did the exact opposite. he started to ram into you rapidly, causing new tears to quickly fall from your eyes. your body twitched and squirmed but you couldn’t get away from him, not when you were pinned down like this.

you felt closer and closer and your breathing picked up, whines and whimpers falling out of your plump lips. “shh… i know. jus’ let go for me. it’s okay, pipsqueak,” he mumbled into your ear and his free hand came to where the bulge in your stomach was.

you let out a loud moan when he started to press on the bulge, fresh new juices gushing around his cock. “there you go, cum for me.” your body fell limp when you came—hard. he helped you through your orgasm, trying not to split you in half with how much your milking him and the sound that you made when you gushed around his cock.

you expected him to stop when you came before you got overstimulated—just like always. but no, he didn’t stop. “ca-leb! sensitive! mph!” you whined out but it was like caleb couldn’t here you. “i know, baby. just a little more—i needa cum. fuck, i’m close.”

with your sobs and moans, reaching his orgasm was easy. with a few more thrusts, you felt something warm and thick fill you up. your jaw dropped at the feeling and your walls clenched as they got painted. “oh! mph, haah…” his cock slowly softened inside of you and so did his thrusts. all you could do was twitch and caleb abruptly stopped carrying himself above you.

you were being squashed by him with how large he was and you let out a tired squeak. he chuckled. “sorry, pips.” and with that, he turned the two of you over so you were lying on his chest. his cock was still inside of you, but you didn’t care. you were already on the brink of sleep, feeling warm and full.

[mapofsouthdakota]

Maps headcanons -

🧡 Going to bed before Caleb fluff

Details: 200 words of pure Caleb fluff and pillow talk.

If you’ve gone to bed before Caleb, he always starts the same way. Quiet footsteps, the kind that barely disturb the air. He leans in, and without a word, presses his forehead to yours—just for a moment. Measuring your warmth. Checking if you’re running hot, or if maybe he just missed you that much.

Then his lips find your temple. A kiss like punctuation. Gentle. Necessary.

If you’re curled on your side, he doesn’t hesitate. He slides in behind you like he was always meant to be there. An arm over your waist, chest to your back. No space left between.

He kisses the nape of your neck, slow and careful at first. Then again. And again. Soft, scattered kisses, like he can’t help himself—like your skin is gravity and his mouth’s just answering the pull.

He tries not to wake you—he really does—but between those kisses, the words slip out anyway, broken up by breath and lips against your skin.

“You looked so peaceful…”

kiss

“…I almost stayed in the doorway.”

kiss

“You make this place…”

kiss

“…feel like home.”

kiss

“I don’t know what I did…”

kiss

“…to deserve you.”

kiss

“Even your breathing…”

kiss

“…sounds like a song.”

Each word barely more than a whisper. Each kiss a confession. And he’s still trying not to wake you—but gods, he needs you to know.

Just in case you’re listening.