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mybraindumpsterfire · 8 months ago
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I cannot stop picturing the absolute amazing insanity it would be if Dan and Phil were on either Game Changer or Dirty Laundry either together or separately and I just need it to happen someday
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luvcaleb · 4 months ago
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DO YOU WANT MORE?
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nsfw (18+). includes implied marathon sex, unprotected sex, breeding, breast play, squirting, caleb fucks roughly but still does tender gestures <3, nicknames (pipsqueak is possibly the worst they could've picked for a canon nickname but this is my attempt at making it sound hot). filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!
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“C'mon, pipsqueak, raise your hips.”
Caleb squeezes your waist, his thrusts changing from a deep, persistent grind that makes you feel every inch of his cock to a fast-paced pounding. You've long lost feeling in your legs, and the only thing keeping you from sprawling on the bed is Caleb's tight grip on your hips, fucking into you relentlessly from behind.
“Ah...! Wait, Caleb, haah, no more...!”
Each thrust loudly snaps the bedframe against the wall, but it isn't enough to hide the squelching noises between your legs. Slick and cum drip down your thighs, staining the sheets into ruin. They get even messier with a few more thrusts as you gush around his cock unannounced, squirting into the cum-soaked bedsheets.
Caleb groans as your cunt squeezes around him, trying to coax out more of his hot cum. “Fuck, baby, you're so tight... Feels good when your cunt sucks on my cock...”
His hand slides to your squirting pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. More slick jets out of you, soaking his palm. Squealing, you try to crawl away him him, gripping tightly on the blankets that have been slipping off the bed.
The delicious pressure against your clit releases, but Caleb pulls you back to his cock. He straightens your back to press against his chest, bottoming out in a single thrust to hit the deepest spot in your pussy. “Ngh, why are you running away? Didn't you say you'd last longer than me, pips?” He pants against your ear, hand tenderly running along your side to soothe you, yet his hips don't stop their merciless thrusts. “Or are you tapping out now?”
Perhaps hours ago, you would have answered with a vehement refusal. But now, with drool dripping from your lips constantly agape from moaning, your clit too sensitive from his insistent flicking and rubbing, and your thoroughly-fucked cunt filled with his loads of cum, the idea of calling it quits sounds appealing.
“I'll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the word,” Caleb murmurs against your skin, his lips molding over your neck to suck another hickey among the marks he already made. “If you want to stop, I'll run the bath and take care of you. We'll cuddle on the sofa and watch that new movie you've been looking forward to.”
His hips stop, having pulled all the way out, the tip barely brushing against your cunt. “But if you don't want to stop...”
Slowly, his hand travels up your torso, squeezing your tits. He plays with your nipples, evoking another gasp out of you. “I'll make you feel good. Fuck any other thought out of your mind so you'll only think of me.”
You whine as his cock rubs along your wet folds, catching on the strings of cum dripping from your pussy. The tip circles around your clit, teases at your opening, just putting it in enough to make you feel its thick girth, but he pulls out too soon.
“What will you choose, baby?”
Your hazy mind can't come up with clear thoughts, foggy from the pleasure. But forming an answer is the easiest thing to do—it's not like he left you with any other choice, anyway.
“Please fuck me, Caleb,” you sob, clinging at the arm cupping your breast. “Please put your cock inside me. Fuck me even if I tell you to stop. Cum... please cum more inside m- ahh!”
You're roughly flipped onto your back, but he holds your head softly to lay you down on the pillow. It's only at this moment that you get to see Caleb's face, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples, his lip bitten red from the strain of holding back. “Shit... you really do know how to rile me up, pipsqueak.”
He looms over you, muscled arms caging you on the bed, chest heaving up and down as he pants. He fixes his position, resting his weight on his knees, and he uses his hands to spread your legs wider. His eyes are dark with lust while he stares at your abused hole, spilling cum on the sheets below you.
“Maybe this time, I really will fuck you pregnant.”
The statement doesn't even register in your mind because he immediately thrusts inside, pounding at your cervix. You gasp, aimlessly grasping at anything you could hold onto as you lose your mind, a fresh stream of cum soaking his cock.
His abs ripple with each thrust, the dirtiest groans and pants leaving his lips. “Fuck, you're so cute... cumming already when I just put it in.” Caleb leans closer, catching both of your wrists to make you wrap your arms around his neck instead of the dirty sheets. “When did you become such a pervert?” He drops his head to suck at your tits, licking your nipples.
It's your fault, you want to say, but all that leaves your mouth are noises you didn't think you were capable of making until Caleb touched you for the first time months ago, and he hasn't stopped since. You heard couples would be insatiable for the first few weeks of dating, but it feels like you're never going to go past that phase.
“Can't even speak because my dick's too good, huh?” Caleb chuckles, thumb resting on your lips. He rubs the tip of your tongue, pleased when you dart out to lick him. “You're the absolute cutest...”
The sounds between your bodies are downright lewd. His cum sloshes inside you every time he fucks you to the bed, forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock. He's filled you up so much with his huge cock and cum, that you wonder how you even have the space to breathe.
Caleb's the type to try to be quiet, but he's not holding back his moans now, groaning his pleasure against your ear.
“This feels too good, shit... Feel like I'm gonna cum soon...” He tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss at the corner of your teary eyes, so different from the rough fucking he's giving to your pussy. “I'm gonna blow my load inside you. You want that, don't you?”
You nod desperately, leaning your face on his hand that's cupping your cheek. He smiles, nuzzling against you, but the sweet moment lasts only for a few seconds before he thrusts even faster, chasing his release.
“Fuck, here it comes, I'm cumming...” Caleb drives his cock the deepest it can go, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh, fuuuuck, I'm cumming!”
Thick, hot strings of cum coat your insides once more, crammed into the tight space of your cunt. Your squirt splashes against his pelvis and abs as you moan high and reedy, scratching lines down his back. He hisses at the slight pain, spurting more cum at the feeling, and he collapses on your body, making sure not to suffocate you with his weight.
“Ah... damn... I don't think I've cum that hard in a while...” He ruffles through your hair, soothingly patting your head. “You doing okay?”
“You're too intense,” you say, your voice weak and groggy. You wrap your arms around him, content to fall asleep and let Caleb take care of things from here.
“Hey, don't fall asleep now.” He pokes your cheek, trying to stir you awake. When you open your eyes, you see Caleb smiling, the one that means he's up to no good. “After all that you said, do you really think this will end with just one round?”
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freakalot · 2 months ago
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“smile for the camera, baby!” ☆
as if you could.
caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.
you’re so fucked out that you can’t even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mind—he’s away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.
but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldn’t wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded he’d reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.
now, hours later, you’re laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonable—you’ve cum so many times that you can’t form a coherent thought and still you think you’d cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.
flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.
“you’re so messy,” he teases like his dick isn’t shining with the sweet mixture of your releases—like he’s not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.
“gonna make you cum again, pips,” he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “i want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?”
you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. “cant—“ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.
“don’t doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!”
pep talk of the century. you’d laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how he’s never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you don’t even process the way he’s driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.
so perfect, he calls you. and even though he’s fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he’s all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows… the man with his cock so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.
it’s too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.
click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediately—one hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.
once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.
“yeah,” your idiot of a man grins. “this one’s going on my wall.”
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princepipper · 9 months ago
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Sometimes I really wish I could go back to 2013 and interact with the askblogs again, but like... as an adult, haha. I mostly wish I could know more about Gabe, and I don't wanna bug Owl with a bunch of random questions over an OC she hasn't used in years, y'know.
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dark-night-hero · 12 days ago
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Imagine being Caleb's non-mc significant other.
Imagine having a good night, everything was perfect, a good night out with your boyfriend. With the two of you spending the weekend after he came back from his mission. You have been waiting for a month now. He was quite the busy person, but it was alright. You knew he loves you very much.
"I have to go." Or so you thought, looking away from the big cinematic screen into your lover. "Why? Did they call you up for a mission?" You spoke quietly, trying not to disturb other people. "It's MC." Oh. "Caleb..." "I know, I'm sorry honey. But something came up and pips need me."
Imagine being numb for a moment, he was staring at you, looking for some sort of confirmation. But you were conflicted. You knew who MC was in his life, that was his best friend, that was his childhood friend, like a little sister to him. Of course you understand were he was coming from, two of them were basically each other anchor for a very long time. At the same time, "Caleb, this is the only time we have together. Can't that wait after the movie?" You asked gently.
Imagine you tried to understand. Really, you tried to understand over and over again. "Please Caleb, just after the movie. Can't we have this moment?" Just us? You want to add but kept your mouth shut. This always happened, and everytime you understand. But just this once, just this once, you are asking for his time to be sole yours, even just for an hour.
Imagine the way you watch him look away, look down into his phone then into his watch. It felt like he was running out of time. "Caleb..." You took a hold of his hand. He held it back, "..please." "what was that?" "Please don't make me chose between you and her." You swore you felt hour heart stop.
Imagine before you could even think, your mouth opens. "Why, because you'll choose her?" It wasn't even a question. Because deep down, you already knew the answer. Before he could even answer, you let go of his hand and and look back from the screen. "It's alright. You should go."
"I'm sorry." You heard him whisper but you did not look at him nor spare a glance. "I'll be right back as soon as I can." Taking a hold of your hand for a moment and giving it a squeeze, he stood up and kiss the crown of your head that you pretended not to care. "I'll be right back, okay?"
Imagine the rest of the movie was a blur, whether it was the heavy feeling on your chest, or the silent tears that was rolling in your cheeks. None the less you felt done, so done. He did not even answer, but his actions tells everything that is needed to be said.
Imagine arriving at your door in the middle of the night, going through your bag as you look for your keys and just as you find them, your phone rang, the name of the caller flashing as your lover. Heh, lover? Can you even call him that? You don't know anymore.
Imagine just staring at the call, then once again, the screen went black. You just look away and press in the key into your door. And you twist and open it, you heard your phone rang once again. But as you push the door open, all you were greeted by a rush of burning flame and a loud boom. Just like that, everything went black.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°
: part ²? What's that? It is what it is. Hahahehe.
Edit: part 2
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devotedsweetheart · 2 months ago
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caleb tying you tight to the bed after you attempted to run away while he was sleeping.... again. he woke up immediately when be heard the twisting of the room's doorknob, used to the sound after hearing it so often. he jumped right up from the bed and grabbed you by your wrist when you tried to sprint, his grip on you never relenting as he dragged you back to pin you down to the bed.
"you wanna fuckin' run away huh? you wanna scream and cry, tell me how terrible i am to you? bad. fucking. girl." he spat in your face, anger taking its hold on him.
he leaned over you hastily to grab the handcuffs he keeps in his nightstand (from past experiences of catching you) and jerks your hands to fit inside them, not even bothering to put a hand over your mouth to cover your protests. he cuffs them to the bed pole, sitting on your legs to keep you from kicking at him.
tugging at your pajama shorts & panties with mean hands, he barely gets them halfway down your thighs and he's already delivering a sharp slap to your clit; telling you that if you don't shut your 'pretty little mouth' he'll do it again, harder.
lifting off your legs, he yanks off his boxers and pushes your knees to your chin, staring at your glistening cunt before grinning and returning his gaze to you. "you like it when im mean to you, pips? d'you try and run from me on purpose, just so you can get caught?" he utters, a look of mock-sympathy etched into his features.
when you dont answer and continue your nonstop sobs, he sends another sharp smack to your cunt, causing you to jolt your hips and open your eyes to look at him. "i asked you a fucking question, answer me when i speak to you. do you hear me?" he asks, leaning down to whisper into your ear. you can feel his rock hard erection right on your core and it's making you go berserk, the lack of pressure on your clit is torture.
you nod, scared of what he might do if you don't respond. breaking the silence, you whisper back to him, "n-no.. i don't. im sorry, caleb, pleas-" but before you can finish your sentence, he brings one hand from your leg to your lips to cover the whole lower half of your face, shutting you up. the stretch of his cock filling you up so suddenly causes a scream to rip from your throat as you desperately try to pull your hands down from the restraints to push him off of you.
"don't start that shit with me, baby. i know you're not sorry, so don't even try to lie to me. shut up and take it like the good slut i know you can be." he whispers straight into your ear, biting down on the lobe after.
his thrusts are unapologetically deep and unforgiving. he makes no effort to control himself, letting out all the anger he feels into your poor little pussy. when you make an effort to hurt him by kicking your legs into his back, he simply brings himself up sloppily and slaps you with the hand previously covering your mouth; plugging your nose with it.
along with his hips, his face shows all the frustration thats built up over the times you've ran away. teeth bared, eyebrows scrunched, sweat dripping down his cheek. he's beautiful in his own fucked up way, at least thats what you think.
speaking of thinking, you can't quite form thoughts clearly as your vision begins to blur, dark spots showing up in the corners of your eyes. you're thrashing your body around violently, trying your hardest to get him to let up on you. he does nothing but grin an awfully evil grin, raising his voice to speak to you. "you gonna be a good girl if i let you breathe, huh? you gonna let me abuse this stupid fucking pussy, be my stupid whore?" you nod your head repeatedly as much as you can before he finally lets go of your face.
he laughs at you when you take big gulps of air, thrusts getting faster, sharper.
you can't help the way choked moans spill out of your throat. no matter how much you try to deny how bad you like your punishment, it really does just feel so so good when caleb is using you as his personal fleshlight. it feels even better when he shifts his hand to push on your lower stomach, feeling himself in there. your eyes roll to the back of your head, whimpers and incoherent sentences rolling off your tongue. it isnt long before his other free hand is grabbing you by the hair and yanking you to look directly at where your bodies meet, making an uncomfortable position where your shoulder blades are working overtime trying not to pop out of their sockets.
"keep your fucking eyes open and look at that greedy little thing of yours taking me so well, squeezing me so tight. you feel me in there? yeah? see that big bulge, baby?" he questions and you swear you're on the verge of cumming just from the dirty way he speaks to you.
you nod as much as you can with his hand restricting your movements and he lets go of you, throwing your head back into the pillows. he comes along with you, dropping just above your lips and caging your head in with his arms.
"you want my fucking babies inside you, huh? fill you up so good just so you wont leave me again. i bet you want that... knowing how absolutely filthy you are for me. nod your head, tell me you want it." he says into your open mouth, spitting in it while he's there. your eyes widen and you begin your protests immediately, shaking your head.
"awh, pipsqueak.. i don't care. maybe once my seed is inside you, you won't try to run away from me."
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berrryparfait · 2 months ago
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lick my conch ! 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼
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— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: sylus, caleb, rafayel, zayne, xavier x fem-afab!reader
— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: "beach day", or so he said. little do you know that he's about to eat you out to the point of tears! 「i can't take this anymore... his tongue—!」
— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, cunnilingus on the beach, squirting, cl*t stimulation, intense orgasms, semi-public, dubcon on reader's part
— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: cherry – lana del rey
✧ a/n: reader singlehandedly spawned another ocean with her c*m and that's okay! #peaceandlove happy reading! <3
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“The beach is quiet today, sweetie.” Sylus rests a calloused hand on your thigh, the warmth of his touch surprising you. “Uhuh…” You don’t quite know where he’s going with this. Looking around, there’s not a single person in sight, but you can hear voices coming from somewhere behind the giant beachrock you’ve been leaning against. You eye him suspiciously as his hand travels further up your thigh, a familiar glint in his eye that tells you you’re in deep, deep trouble. “Relax. no one can see or hear us.” Not here, Sylus!—you want to yell at him, but the pad of his thumb on your clit effectively silences you. He massages you gently through the thin fabric before pulling your thong to the side, your pussy already moist with arousal. “Well, look what we have here…” he muses, positioning his face between your legs and admiring your wet folds. “We’re in public—“ you begin, stopping short when his tongue pokes out to tease your clit. “Mmpfh—“ You try your best to suppress your moans, but he’s lapping at your cunt now, eagerly as a man starved. “Fuck, kitten—you taste so good…” He licks and sucks at your needy pussy, every inch of you begging for his attention despite the fact that you’re quite literally committing a felony right now. The thought flies right over your head, your entire being consumed by the quick, wet movements of his lips and tongue against your sensitive heat. As you feel your pleasure spiking, you grab his semi-wet hair and arch your back, attempting and failing to muffle your moans as you cum all over his mouth, the sensation crashing over you so hard you see stars. He smirks at you annoyingly while you writhe in pleasure, taking in the beautiful beach scenery that is now you. “Return the favor for me, will you, darling?”
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Perfect weather, perfect day. The cool breeze brushes against your skin as you sip from your glass, the sour sweetness of the sparkling mojito dancing on your tongue. "This is so good," you remark, carelessly tipping the glass towards you and spilling a bit on your bare stomach. Caleb looks down at the mess you've made and tuts, as if wholly unsurprised. "She strikes again. Good thing I've got a way to clean that up." He brings his head down to your navel, then begins trailing small kisses down your stomach, cleaning the sweet liquid off your skin as he goes. When he reaches the waistline of your bikini bottoms, a lopsided smile twists his lips. "Caleb, we're out in the open right now—" you protest, but he pulls them to the side and begins licking at your folds anyway. You whine in surprise, frantically looking around the beach for signs of other people. His tongue is on your clit now, caressing your core with slow, languid movements at make your toes curl and knees buck. "You're wet for me, Pips..." he groans as your arousal coats his tongue and drives him wild. The friction between his mouth and your cunt is overwhelming, and you rock against his face out of your volition. "Ugh... Ahh��!" Propping yourself up with your elbows, the rough sand digging into your skin while you're consumed by the euphoric feeling that is Caleb's tongue between your folds, you hear footsteps approaching in your direction. "Quick, come for me, baby—" A wave crashes in the distance, mimicking your climax. You shake with pleasure as the orgasm hits you, squirting in Caleb's face as he massages your trembling thighs. "Quite the clean-up job, if I do say so myself."
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"The water's so peaceful today," you muse, leaning your head on Rafayel's shoulder. "It might be a sign," he replies, the cryptic answer puzzling you. He chuckles at your quirked eyebrow, then shrugs. "All I'm saying is that we wouldn't want the calm tide to go to waste." Before you can make sense of what he's trying to say, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up over his shoulder, balancing your weight with one hand. "Put me down, Raf! What are you—" With a splash, he tosses you into the water, jumping in right after. Treading, you look around, but can't see him anywhere. A pair of hands grips your thighs, and you gasp in shock, wondering if you should be fearing for your life right now. But the way the waves instantly calm, the way the sea suddenly looks bluer—you know it's him. He gently pulls your legs apart, and you instinctively search the shoreline for watchful eyes. Thankfully, there are none—for now. He pulls your swimsuit bottom down and in a split second his mouth is there, planting soft kisses on your clit. You bite your lip and rest your legs on his shoulders, unsure of what else to do. His tongue laps at your cunt, which has now grown wet independent of the seawater all around you. You can't hear him, but you can feel him groaning against your pussy, the warm vibrations buzzing through every nerve in your body and drenching you in ecstasy. "Ahh—ahh..." you moan out loud, hoping no one on land is able to see or hear your lewd expressions. A stronger wave sways you then, and his tongue hits your g-spot at just the right moment. You come undone with his mouth around your heat, crying out as your shake uncontrollably with nothing to grab on to but his hair. You can feel his dirty grin between your legs. He rises to the surface, face flushed and eyes heavy-lidded. "I may be a sea god, but I do love drowning."
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You both decided to embark on this beach getaway to get your minds off work—something the two of you are pretty much constantly drowning in. Despite your dedication to the task, it's to ignore the fact that your inbox hasn't been checked in hours... "Zayne, maybe we should check our emails. Just the emails! I hate the thought of missing something important..." He smooths a hand over your arm. "We both assigned perfectly capable stand-ins, remember? Try your best to relax now that we're here." He pauses then, thinking. "I may have something in mind that could help. It's common knowledge that reaching orgasm is incredibly effective for relieving stress." You gape at him. "Reaching what now?" He smiles at you, gently, then gets on his knees before you can stop him. "Zayne! We're in a public space!" He ignores your feeble protests and spreads your thighs apart. The next thing you know, his mouth is on your bare pussy and you can think of nothing else. He starts off slow, worshipping your cunt with smooth, unhurried strokes. But it isn't long before he responds to your sweet verbal sounds, picking up the pace as if knowing exactly what you need. His lips firmly latch onto the area around your clit while his tongue straight up abuses the swollen nub, flicking it with such unrelenting speed that you cry out for mercy. "Fuck— Zayne—!" You clamp your thighs around his face, squeezing hard. Back arched and feet curled, your mind is no longer on emails, that's for sure. "Fuck, fuck—!" you wail before the orgasm hits you and you cum all over his mouth, squirting warm, transparent liquid onto his glasses and down his throat. He massages your pussy for a while longer, drawing out your climax as you spasm around his fingers. "There, better?"
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"I like this one." He points to a baby blue seashell by your foot, eyeing it curiously. You laugh, trying your best to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs. You've been horny for the past hour, but don't want to say anything to ruin the innocence of your date. "You're ovulating, aren't you?" he asks, waking you from your stupor. "How did you know?" He grins sheepishly, then mutters something about how he always knows. "It's not a big deal, you know, me being like this. We don't have to do anything. I'm happy just sitting here with you—" "Ride my face." It sounds more like a command than a suggestion, and you waste no time following his orders. Making sure there's no one around, you slide your one-piece bathing suit off and position yourself right above his face, where his mouth is already open and waiting. "Fuck, you're so wet..." He grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto him, and the feeling of your cunt settling onto his lips is heavenly. You begin to rock against his tongue to a steady rhythm, waves of pleasure filling your body as your clit rubs on his chin and nose. "Mmmpfh..." he sighs into your pussy, prompting you to fuck his face harder and faster than before. You grab a fistful of his hair and jerk your hips against his mouth, the both of you grunting with every thrust as the pressure builds and builds deep in your core. "Yes—right there, right there—!" you scream as his tongue hits that sweet spot, sending your heart into orbit. It's as if your hips have a mind of their own as you hump his mouth, the wet suction noises intensifying— You burst all over his face, squirt and cum leaking out of your pussy in violent spurts that he promptly licks up. Panting, you slump onto the sand and fall into an exhausted, satisfied heap. "Back to counting seashells, are we?"
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mihanisms · 3 months ago
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buried to the hilt
— caleb finds he cums embarrassingly quickly when he sees how he looks in you.
— (slight) size kink, inexperienced caleb & reader, pathetic dirty talk, pathetic pervert caleb!!!!!!!! pathetic pervert reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kiiinda fluffy at the end? a bit angsty-feely too?? as fluffy-feely as my freaktivities can be???
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The first time Caleb sees your tummy bulge full of him, he stills. The nights he'd spent jerking off to the thought of you (with your panties pressed against his nose) pale in comparison to the real thing — his cock, lodged into your pussy, the outline of his tip just barely peeking through your skin. He can't take his eyes off it, transfixed by both the feel and look of you around him.
He stares for so long that you begin to feel impatient, whining softly and grinding your hips down. "Caleb..." Yet even that small movement from you has the bulge in your stomach shifting slightly, a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. Though lost in the heat of the moment, the neediness in your tone does not escape him and he shakes himself out of his trance, his hand trailing up from your thigh to press on your stomach. "...Yeah, pips?"
When you glance down, you finally realize just why he was in such a daze. the tip of his cock barely visible beneath your skin drawing a surprised whimper from you. Your eyes flick between your best friend and the impression of him in you, the sigh utterly intoxicating. "Ca-Caleb...he's peeking out at me..."
That's all it takes for Caleb's honeyed tone to go darker, a raspy growl now evident in his tone. "Mhm. That's...me right there, pips." He thrusts shallowly at first, eyes flicking down, watching with fascination as his cock shifts beneath your skin, a  whimper catching in his throat at the sight. “Fuck, baby look that’s me- fuck- baby, I ah-!"
He loses himself in the warmth as his body presses against yours. Slowly, he begins to move, his rhythm building with each thrust. And he tries — he really tries to hold on.
But the sight of his cock pushing up against the soft skin of your belly has Caleb's mind unraveling like a cat clawing at a ball of yarn. Every slow thrust, every squeeze of your walls around him, makes the bulge in you shift. It's a visible, undeniable reminder that he’s buried so deep inside you there’s nowhere else for him to go.
His breath is ragged, each roll of his hips getting sloppier as the heat in his body quickly overwhelms him. His forehead stays pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded, glassy, and completely lost in you.
“Baby, I- You feel so fucking good.” His voice cracks into moans, wrecked and desperate, his fingers twitching against your waist as he fights to hold on.
Fuck, he's close. Too close. He's supposed to be in control. Supposed to pace himself. But the way your warmth engulfs him, how your tight little hole pulses and pulls him deeper, shatters any semblance of restraint.
You feel it too. The way he trembles above you, his body taut like a fraying wire. Every shaky exhale, every hitched breath, every needy little sound that slips past his lips, they all tell you how he’s on the edge. The knowledge that he's losing himself, falling apart because of you, sends heat flooding through your body.
Involuntarily, you clench around him, and his reaction is instant. A strangled, breathy “oh fuck-” chokes past him as his hips stutter against yours. You roll your hips in response, and Caleb fucking gasps for air at the sight of the bulge shifting beneath your skin, his grip on you tightening as if you were the only thing tethering him to reality.
The two of you were in the same sinking boat, breaths and moans mingling as the aching need for release quickly overtakes the both of you, the harsh thrusts and helpless moans spilling from Caleb's lips tightening that coil in your stomach. "Pl-Please Caleb-"
The strained breathlessness in your voice has him crumbling, his rhythm getting sloppier as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, voice thick with something fragile. "I know, baby, I know- Fuck, just-" His words get cut off you pulsate around him, the tight heat of you making his mind short-circuit. "S-So close- just give it to me, please please please-"
His hands move on instinct, an overwhelming ache leading one to over your stomach to press down and feel himself inside you. The moment the pressure registers on his cock, his mind blanks and so does he—wave after wave of cum pulsing into you as he shakes and whines, hips desperately meeting yours as he chases his high.
The shocks of his orgasm run through him, his mind blank and overwhelmed, nothing left but the feeling of you wrapped around him, milking him through his high. His lashes flutter, breath hitching as he shivers, everything is too hot, too good, too much.
The feeling of his hips stilling against yours and his cum flowing into you has your stomach tightening, the pleasure cresting fast, and then you're gone. Ecstasy slams into you with a force that has you crying out, your body going rigid as you spasm around him.
You're both left trembling, wide-eyed and flushed and locked onto each other's gazes as you process what just happened. Caleb then slumps against you, your bodies spent and trembling, his voice soft as he nuzzles back into your neck. "....Fuck. 'M sorry, baby."
His cock stays nestled deep, twitching with oversensitivity, trapped in you. He’s panting into your skin, and you reach out to push away the hair that had fallen into his face. "Don't be," you murmur softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sudden after-intimacy of the moment.
Caleb's voice was quiet, a layer of insecurity lying below the surface. "I didn't expect- I barely lasted-"
You soothe him with a soft hush, running your fingers through his hair and cupping the base of his neck. "That doesn't matter, baby. It was still perfect. You were perfect." You press a soft, lingering kiss to his temple, noticing how he's still slightly stiff and you run your hands down his spine, tracing slow, reassuring patterns on his back.
He shivers at the contact, looking up at you like a puppy seeking reassurance. Before he could say anything else, you tighten your grip, squeezing at his skin and pulling him closer. “You made me feel incredible. It doesn’t have to be some long, drawn-out thing. You know we’re both….new to this.”
“But I….” He huffs slightly, finally relaxing into your touch and letting it ground him. “You…You mean that, pipsqueak?” 
You smile, gently nudging your nose against his head. “‘Course I do. Besides, if you liked seeing me that full ‘f you, means we’ll have to go again.” Leaning in even closer, your warm breath ghosts over his ear. “You know you’re still hard in me, right?”
Caleb groans softly, shifting on top of you, his cock twitching against the walls of your cunt. His lips graze your skin, his breath hot and uneven. "Do you think- Do you think you can take another round?"
You adjust yourself slightly, just enough to tease him deeper into you. "I can take whatever you want to give me, you know that.”
“You horrible tease.” Despite his words, Caleb breaks out into a light snicker, fighting back the groan and the desire re-capturing his gut to have a few more moments of this sweetness. He finally pulls himself out of your neck, looking at you with that lovesick, dazed expression that’s always made your heart skip.
This was going to be a long night.
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fiatsound · 1 year ago
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:readmore:
I made the awful terrible horrible mistake of Getting Up when I couldn’t sleep for hours to clean a bit hoping it would exhaust me enough TO get some sleep!!!!wrong. I saw a bunch of tiny bugs and now I can feel them crawling underneath my skin. No matter how much I itch and scratch they’re there. I can feel them.
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mwphisto · 11 days ago
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You could think of several ways to wake Caleb up in the mornings, but nothing seemed to beat this. Your long time friend and perfect lover, he only ever slept good when you were asleep him. If not, he was the lightest sleeper.
He blames all the DAA trainings like you haven’t known him to like this since childhood. Silly boy. Regardless, Caleb slept heavily nowadays. Which made it all the easier to accomplish your goal time and time again.
“So cute, Caleb.” Your voice is hushed in the quiet of his home, early morning light barely peeking through the windows. Your hand stays on his chest, letting him know you’re still next to him as you pull down the covers and tug at the band of his briefs. “Such a good boy.”
The praise is never ending, awake or asleep he’ll always receive the full force of your loving affirmations.
You had agreed some time ago that both of you were free use, whenever, wherever, conscious or not. It was fully consenting, no guilt ever lingering in your minds. Both of you enjoyed the thrill and the outcome every time.
“Are you dreaming about me? You’re already hard.” He slapped up against his abdomen, standing proudly for your hungry eyes and greedy hands. “Naughty puppy, Caleb. You’re always thinking such lewd thoughts.”
Your fingers pump him languidly, eyes watching the twitch in his brow as his sleeping expression morphs slightly from your easy movements. “I guess we’re both naughty.” You’re already straddling his thighs, reaching down to pull your panties to the side as you hover above him.
“Woke up aching because you fucked me so good in my dream.” You reluctantly let go of his cock, reaching between your thighs to feel the slickness that had oozed out of you, making a mess of the cotton that once covered you. “Gotta make it real, or else I’ll never be able to sleep.”
He’s hot and heavy in your hand, even hotter as you guide him to your entrance and slowly sink down. This time, Caleb’s mouth opens wider, brows pinching as a delicate groan slips past his lips. Still, he’s somehow asleep.
“So big, you fill me so good.” You’re warm all over, eyelids feeling heavy as you balance your hands on the bare skin of his toned abdomen. By the time you fully settle your weight on his lap, walls twitching around the sheer size of him, Caleb’s body is growing a bit restless.
“Don’t wake yet, baby. Let me get to the good part…” you brace your knees on the mattress, even if it doesn’t give you the best grounding to really ride him, it’s enough to do the lazy strokes you had in mind.
Your hips begin to roll, bouncing every few movements until you settle into a sloppy rhythm. It’s a dizzying mix of sensations, the bounce of your body has him pressing into that sweet spot while the roll of your hips stimulates your clit. You can’t help but gasp, his name a quiet prayer as your eyes flicker between his face and where you connect.
“S-shit…” you bite your lip at the sound, Caleb’s voice is still thick with sleep but he’s finally stirring. It spurs you on, hands moving from his abdomen to his chest as you lean over him. You’re moving faster, harder.
The noises that spill past your lips are uncontrollable, it felt like every breath had a whimper going with it. “Caleb… feel so good…” as if to uttered the sweetest of spells, Caleb’s eyes blinked open with a deep groan.
“Fuuuuck, pips… you’re crazy.” A smile finds its way onto your blissed out face, body collapsing into his as your hips now move messily to collide with his. “Was dreamin’ about you, you were doing exactly this…” his feet plant flat on the mattress, legs bending for leverage as he humps up into your dripping cunt. “What a nice surprise to wake up to, so perfect, pips. Could cum right now…”
You’re in heaven, wrapped in his warmth inside and out. His scent enveloping you as large hands hold the fat of your ass cheek. This is what you wanted from the moment you opened your eyes. “Cum in me, Caleb. Need it.”
Just like that, Caleb’s convinced he’s in heaven too.
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humanjarvis · 18 days ago
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alternative medicine
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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 
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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.
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“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?”
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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?”
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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.”
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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.”
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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.
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militaryapple · 3 months ago
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I WON'T BITE.
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synopsis. you find caleb up late at night watching some video, turns out youre into it as much as he is.
cw. fem!reader , sub!caleb, degradation, p in v (stay protected girliepops), oral (giving), whiny caleb, unaware voyuerism, masturbation, usage of ‘baby’ ‘princess’, dog in heat caleb, light bdsm, caleb is so pathetic
add ons. i heard people like whiny caleb so lets see if thats true, thanks for 600 pipsquirters hehe
wc. 2.4k
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sometimes, when you're quiet enough you hear something in caleb's room. you were always scared to check out what exactly he was doing - due to the door either being shut and locked or it sounding intense so you didn't want to disturb him. after all, curiosity did kill the cat and this time you didn't want to be the cat.
it wasn't until one faithful night, you were supposed to be sleep but the rustling of the tree's and the sound of the rain dawned down on you. it was hard to sleep with all the noise, and frankly you knew that just closing your eyes and counting to 100 wasn't going to get you anywhere.
you tip-toed your way to the kitchen, trying to be as silent as you can. you thought maybe, caleb was sleep soundly. his dreams overtaking his mind while the sounds of pouring rain and trees clashing together soothed him. you could only envy how much of a deep sleeper he was.
going into the fridge you grabbed cold water, gulping it down before brushing past caleb's room to get to the living room. if you can't sleep, you might as well watch some TV. you could pass time and ignore the rumbling of the thunder and the brightness of the lightning that only flashed seconds after each grumble.
that was, until you heard a faint noise from caleb's room. at first it was suspicious to you, then your interest grew. you crept gently towards the rustling room and looked at the door. it was open enough for you to peek in, which was new at a time like this. at this time, his door would be shut. keeping both you and any possible intruders out while a little sign hung from his door going "OUT OF SERVICE COME BACK LATER" as a sign that he was either asleep, busy or away.
but there was no sign, and there was an open door.
you couldn't help but peek in, looking around the room. you could make out the sight if you squinted. it was caleb, he was on his phone. he stared down at it so intently, while two headphones plugged his ear from any and all sounds. his face flushed a pink, and his body jolted in the way your eyes didn't adjust to yet.
so you leaned in, inspecting the shadow-figure of caleb. deciphering every movement of his. that's when you saw it. his hands grabbed around his cock, pumping it at a pace which made his lips spill with whimpers and low muffled moans from the cotton of his shirt that filled his mouth. his arms flexing with every thrust and his eyes rolling back while he gathered a steady pace for himself.
your face felt hot, and your body lingered with a feeling of warmth. you legs involuntarily shuffling to squeeze your thighs together as you drunk up the sight of him. you pushed the door slightly, trying to get a closer view - but Caleb was quick to perk up looking straight at your shadow.
he scrambled to get himself put together, pulling up his clothes and jumping up out of his bed. he moved towards you quickly, his breath heavy as his chest heaved up and down. "pips," he chirped, "uh, ha, 'whaddya doing up at a time like this? miss me haha? here let me go to the bathroom and we can watch something okay? you can pick the movie." not letting you get a word out he shuffled past you and headed for the bathroom obviously embarrassed from just thinking you saw anything.
and you saw everything.
you moved in his room, noticing the phone that sat on his bed. you picked it up and settled down on his bed, typing in your birthday which is obviously his pass code, and looking through his phone. you stumbled on the website he was on, looking at it. oh. oh. you watched as the women degraded the men they had. how easy it was for these women to make their boyfriends get down and do what they want. was that what caleb was into? it was definitely different then what you two usually did.
heavy footsteps filled the room as it got closer to caleb’s room. you scrolled, ignoring them until you heard a “hey,” at the doorway. you looked up, caleb stood there. dumbfounded almost. he walked over to you with his hand out, asking for his phone back. and you just stared.
“do you want to do this?” you asked, setting the phone down on the bed, he tried to reach for it and you pulled it away. “give me my phone, pips.” he said softly, avoiding your eyes. you sucked your teeth, putting the phone in your shirt, placing it safely between your bra and your chest. caleb could only stand up, his eyes looking down in embarrassment.
the visual being almost eye candy for you. you stood up and grabbed his face, forcing his eyes to look at yours. “what’s the matter big guy? why are you acting shy now? you were just palming yourself to the thought of me practically calling you a stupid mutt.” his eyes flickered from your face, to your chest then to the floor. he let out a low whine from your words, his hands shaking.
“it’s okay,” you coo’d softly, caressing his face gently before moving your hand away. smack. your hands swiftly made their way across caleb’s cheek — looking up at him. he let out a moan, his body tensing. shame waved over his face, while his head turned away from you. with that, you looked down at his pants.
he got hard from that.
it only made you scoff, looking up at him almost laughing. “are you serious? did you just get fucking hard? off a slap? you really are a pathetic dog.” your eyes rolling — you scanned his body for any signs for you to stop, for a sign that you’re over-doing it, yet there was nothing. just to make sure, you turned. your hair swaying as you started to make your way to his door. “it’s late, you should get some slee - ” before you could finish you felt something grab your arm, you turned your head and it was caleb.
his eyes were doozy. he looked at you like he needed you, his face red but avoiding you and your eyes like it was plague. “you can’t — you can’t just leave me like this baby, please.” he whined. it was like music to your ears. you swatted his hand away and moved closer to him. pushing him on his bed.
your hands rubbed against the fabric of his sweats, glancing and grazing against his boner. “say it then, baby. come on, tell me how much you want me to call you names,” your lips finding his neck, and then his face. he tasted sweet - and his face was beautiful. his hips rolled at the feeling of your hands, small whimpers falling off his lips. “how you want me to make you feel oh-so-good.” you were teasing him, being cruel to him, yet it felt so exhilarating.
caleb held on your waist, tugging softly. “please,” he begged. “please make me feel so fucking good, i’ll be a good boy i promise — i’ll — fuckfuckfuck your hand your hand,” he was practically slurring on his words, you backed away from his neck and looked at him. his body spread on the bed as you leaded close to him, your hand palming his clothed cock while he held you somewhat steady.
his whimpers made you soar. you didn’t know he could make such noises, while you also didnt know you could be this mean to him. “my hand? what is it? puppy’s ‘gonna cum?” you coo’d. caleb’s gaze lingering on your hands while his hips squirmed and wiggled for more friction. he nodded his heads, hazed and dumbed.
“come on baby, you can cum for me.” you hum, in return caleb let out a guttural moan. his hips spurting while his now light-grey sweats stained with a darker color. you placed a kiss on the top of his forehead, then moved away from him. taking a step back you got down on your legs and spread his open slowly pulling down his waist band to reveal a throbbing cock.
“fuck caleb, you’re pathetic.” you groan, looking up at him before your mouth kissed the tip of his leaking head. “i wonder how many times you’ve gotten off to the thought of me doing this,” you hummed, fondling his balls while he whimpered, his eyes glossy. “how many times you’ve came to the thought of me using you for my pleasure, makes you feel real good, right?” you could see the tears form on his face as he nodded. “i’ve - ah mph, always thought of you doing this to me.” he whimpered.
you soon took him in your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you licked and sucked him. he was big, kissing the back of your throat while you sent vibrations through him. your head going at a steady pace as caleb held back the urge to take your head and absolutely demolish you. “oh god - you feel so good princess you do, really, i’ll be good for you - all good oh fuck,” he was stupid.
you picked up your pace, your hands now stroking him while you sucked him off. you could feel him tense, pounding in your mouth while you made him feel like heaven and earth combined.
“fuck, ‘m gonna cum is that okay? please? let me cum in your mouth please,” he looked down at you, his hands holding on your head while you hummed in approval. his hips pounding in your mouth, kissing every inch of your throat and violating you, his hips bucking before hearing a ‘pop!’
you opened your mouth, his tip leaking all over your face. “such a nasty dog.” you got up, wiping your face before holding his face, and opening his mouth kissing him with your cum filled lips. “taste yourself, don’t you taste so good?” you tease, moving on top of his lap.
“come on doggy, undress me.” you roll your eyes, and caleb takes no time doing as he’s told. he started with your shirt, pulling it up over you and kissing your neck, down to your breasts while his hands hovered over your bra undoing them. his hands wandering down to your pants, shuffling your shorts off before pulling a free hand up to fondle your tit.
“so fucking beautiful” he mumbled, licking and kissing over you. his busy hand making its way down to your pantie before you slap him away. “nuh uh, not yet baby. you wanna cum right? be a good fucking boy.” your words sharp, caleb moved his hands away and you took your panties off.
“you’re gonna watch me prep myself. no touching, got it?” caleb’s eyes glazed over you, and you got straight to work. your fingers pushing your panties over before they rubbed on your nub. you let out a gasp and a moan - rubbing yourself and using your slick to make it easier.
your hands moved at the rhythm of your hips, your other arm using caleb’s shoulder for balance. it was horrid for caleb — he wanted you bad, and he wanted you now. yet you teased him, making him watch while he suffered the feeling of you twitching and shaking on top of him.
you slipped a digit in your sobbing cunt, then another. in and out at a slow pace, then speeding up. moving towards caleb ear you moaned for him. begging for him to make you feel good and to take you like the good puppy he was. how good you felt whenever he touched you. it made him shudder. your hips grinding against his cock, and he pulled you closer.
“so fucking nasty,” you moaned, your slit rubbing against his cock, while you now had both hands hold on to him, digging your nails in his back. “you’re so fucking nasty caleb,” you groaned. “jerking off to me — fuckfuck, you must’ve thought i couldn’t hear you? you fucking tease.” you couldn’t take it anymore.
your hips moved up, and you aligned your cunt with his cock, slowly going down feeling his dick fill you up so nicely. “oh, stupid mutt,” you held his face, tears down his eyes while your gazed never strayed from his, “you make me feel so good, the only thing you’re useful for baby,” you coo’d kissing his face. “fuck fuck can you hurry up and move??”
he obliged, his hips thrusting up in down, filling you then making you empty, you cried out, biting down on his nape making him moan in reply. “i know , i know im nasty” he whined out, stuttering as he rocked himself on you. “you’re just so fucking pretty i can’t help it baby,” he cried out. his hands having a firm grip on your hips making you roll on him.
you bounced on him, marked him, you needed him — you needed him to make you feel whole. “nothing without me, you’re nothing without me and you know this.” your kisses moving towards his face then his lips, “say it, say you’re nothing without me caleb” you whined.
caleb’s hips bucked forward, flipping you over and pushing his hips as close as he could to you. fuck, your eyes rolled back. you could feel his cock kiss your cervix, kiss every little part of your cunt. “i’m nothing without you, i’m yours, i need you,” he groaned, his pace picking up as his hands rubbed small circles on your crying nub.
“that’s it baby” you coo’d “work me real nice, good boy — that’s how you make me feel good.” your praises sent him over the moon, his hips buffering and his balls slapping nicely against your cunt making you both twitch in pleasure. you could feel him tense as he leaned down placing kisses over you.
“i’m close, come on make me cum, make me feel good come on” you held on his face, looking at his eyes. he was truly a beautiful sight. “cum with me okay baby? yeah you can do that for me right?” you coo’d, caleb whined in agreement. his hips rutting against you, before he stopped and twitched. his seed spilling everywhere in you while you both panted and moaned.
you stared at caleb, his breath heavy and eyes swollen. his necklace dangling before you pulled on it, bringing him down for a kiss.
if you knew this is what he was into, you would’ve peeked in his room a loooong time ago.
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pseudowho · 6 months ago
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When you moved in with Nanami Kento, despite having spent countless days and nights there prior, he insisted upon orienting you to the penthouse.
"The rubbish is collected on Tuesdays, unless there's a public holiday, in which case it's collected on Wednesday," Kento droned, as if he'd rehearsed his lines in advance.
You followed him, pulling a suitcase behind you with a fixed expression of earnest interest. You pursed your lips, trying not to laugh every time he turned his back to you, before schooling your expression again the second he looked back.
"Okay, Kento. Wednesday, got it. Anyway, I thought we could order some takeout, and celebrate--"
"No." He snipped, turning back to you with narrowed eyes, "Tuesday, unless there's a public holiday, in which case--"
"--it's collected Wednesday. Okay. I hear you."
Kento narrowed his eyes a little more. You stood to attention. A heartbeat passed.
"Good." Kento looked down, ticking something off his list, and you felt yourself wither and die with equal parts adoration and exasperation.
"Next, fire safety."
"Oh, god--"
"Pardon?"
"Oh, god, I love fire safety!"
"Good. We have lots to cover. First of all, the designated fire exits are marked on the map, here, here, and here."
"This, er...this laminated one?"
"Yes. I have one too."
"Oh, we match~<3"
"It's important that we're both adhering to the same protocol."
As Kento continued, highlighting fire doors, and escape routes, and emergency contact details, your mind began to wander. His voice, while deep and smooth, ran monotonous when left to run for too long, and your eyelids drooped, your arm sagging on your suitcase handle, and--
"Are you listening?"
"Me? God, yes, I love...water based fire extinguishers. I use them on everything."
Kento prickled, a shiver rippling up his beige suit from toe to shoulder, "I certainly hope not, water can only be used on wood fires, or--"
"--or my flaming hot pussy, because this is really getting my engine goi--"
"--I feel like you're not taking fire safety seriously."
"Kento...please--"
"Because it excites me when fire safety is taken seriously."
When Kento turned his back again, you turned too, dropping your suitcase and dragging your palms down your face, a silently screaming oil-paint figure on a bridge.
"Regarding bathroom etiquette," Kento toned, his voice flat, as you thudded your head once against the drywall. By the time he leaned around the corner to look at you, you smiled, bright and attentive.
"What was that noise?"
"I...jumped. Out of...excitement."
Another silence. Another narrowing of the eyes.
"Good," Kento pipped, "as I was saying, regarding bathroom etiquette, I hope you're not one of those reprobates that squeezes from the middle of the tube--"
"Oh, no, I prefer to suck it straight from the tube--"
"--I beg your pardon--"
"--Kento, are you anxious?" Kento froze with his back to you. The toothpaste lid squeezed off with force in his hand, clattering across the bathroom floor. A slow coil of toothpaste squeezed out of the tube, to slug down his clenched fist.
You crept closer, and slipped a hand under Kento's suit jacket to his lower back, and stroked it. You felt the tautness in the muscles beneath his shirt, as rigid as a door of oak.
"Are you anxious about me moving in?" You repeated, your voice soft. Kento swallowed, hard.
"How...how could you tell?"
You sighed. When you turned Kento to face you, he could hardly maintain eye contact, looking anywhere but at you. You could see the worry beneath his thin facade.
"Nothing's going to change," you whispered, cupping his cheeks in your palms, "and if it does change, it'll change for the better. And I can't wait. I can't wait for...for every late night, and every early morning. I can't wait for every hug, and every argument, and every day off where we can just wake up in each other's arms, and say good morning instead of texting each other good morning."
Kento melted into your touch, his palm rising to cup yours against his cheek. His voice was tight, exerting control in what little way he could.
"I'm just determined to get this right. You're everything to me, and if I got this wrong I'd never forgive myself."
"There's nothing to get wrong. Or, if there is, it doesn't matter, because we know we're safe together. We'll forgive each other. Alright?"
Kento sighed through his nose, pressing a kiss to your palm. "Just tell me one thing."
"What is it?"
"...do you really not know which fire extinguisher to use for an electrical fire--"
"You are joking, Kento."
"I never joke about fire safety."
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littleapplle · 2 months ago
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take it off!!
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you love your boyfriend's dog tag, but it's really starting to get on your nerves. - 851 w. not proofread... again.
cw.: NSFW. the stupidest mention of sex, it's like. well, yeah, sex but it's fucking stupid. missionary, p in v. caleb is fucking stupid and I hate him (affectionate.)
note: I wrote this in 50 minutes and didn't use a single bit of my brain. this came to me in a dream (tiktok), and I had to write something down so I wouldn't forget. trust me when i tell u this is pretty bad.
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You love Caleb's dog tag. An innocent gift of yours with the cutest apple pendant that you’d never imagine would make him 100% more attractive.
You notice he nibbles on the cold metal when he’s in deep thought, reading boring reports on the couch. Or when you both fight, his hands fidget with the little apple, staring at it like a kicked puppy lost in a storm. He kisses it, too. When he has to leave for work, he refuses to take it off. Before putting his uniform on and leaving his apartment, his lips place a loving kiss to the cold tag before securing it hidden in his expensive white button down.
It’s sweet, you love how he cherishes the gift but it’s starting to piss you off in bed.
Caleb refuses to take the damn collar off.
Don’t get me wrong, most of the time, Caleb has you on doggy style, a personal favorite, so you don’t even notice at first.
But during nights where the both of you are tired from work, he insists in taking care of you and fucking into you in missionary. That’s how it started.
Your eyes flutter shut at the yummy feeling of his thick cock dragging on your velvety walls. Caleb leans down to face you, both arms supporting his weight on top of you while his hips move in messy, slow thrusts to test the waters and get comfortable, finding a pace enjoyable to both of you.
A quick peck is pressed to your forehead, a silent way of saying ‘i love you.’ before he fully gives in on the feeling of your drooling cunt pulsing around him.
“S-shit- y’er tight, pips” He groans — Tired Caleb is always so hot. His voice is raspy, lower, and exhausted from his busy workday. The melodic sound makes your head spin.
You don’t pay attention to his words. You hum in agreement, but that’s it. The feeling of his fat tip kissing your cervix is more important right now anyway.
Caleb pants on top of you, his eyes dazed with sleep and arousal, hair sticky on his forehead thanks to the hot summer night air. Yeah, it feels really nice. You’re moaning. He’s moaning. Uh huh. Very nice.
Until it hits you for the first time.
Something thin but hard hits the bridge of your nose and you don’t even realize at first, whining with your eyes shut under him, more focused in no obnoxiously loud than whatever that was.
A minute later, it hits your chin when you throw your head back in a particular angle. Ouch, but fine.
The third time, it actually pisses you off. Another slap on your nose, and then you realize it’s the damn dog tag. You love it, you know you do, the tag is cute, he looks hot with a collar that basically branded him and shows everyone he is, in fact, taken but for fuck’s sake, can’t he take it off to sleep at least?
“C-caleb-” You start.
“Hah- Shhh, i know, baby, you feel so good, mhm?” He moans unaware of the situation before him. You try again.
“Caleb no-” You’re shut down by an open-mouthed kiss. You kiss him back, of course, but for god’s sake, can he pay attention?!
After he pulls away from the kiss, a thin web of saliva connects both your lips for a last moment before breaking, you open your eyes, and everything happens so quickly-
“Caleb- Argh-! My eye, Caleb!” You cry out in pain, shivering under him and covering your face with your sweaty hands. That finally snaps him out of thought, stupid man he was, you thought in momentary anger. Caleb pulls out in a second, sitting beside you with the stare of a kicked mutt and pulls you to his arms.
“Pips-? Is everything okay? Are you hurt, baby? Did I hurt you?-” He shoots you with questions, his clammy hands trying to find any sore spots in your skin.
“For fuck's sake Caleb! Take the damn collar off!” You shout, not too loud, but it's clear that you're upset.
Oh. Ohhhhhhh. Wow. Shit.
That's when he realizes what happened. If you had your eyes open, you'd definitely see the pair of imaginary, fluffy, doggy ears on top of his head getting floppy with sadness. “Pipsqueak, ‘m sorry- does it hurt? Lemme kiss it better f'you.” He insists, peppering the hand that covered your eye with kisses.
"I'm so sorry, baby, didn't hear you. Oh- yes, you're right, I'm an ass- yes, I know, baby, I'm sorry. Forgive me, pipsqueak." He purrs nuzzling on your cheek in affection, in attempt to butter you up.
In the end, he got so alert with your cry that he didn't notice his cock softening as soon as you complained in pain. You, on the other hand, pissed and still horny, was left with a 6’2 whiny man spilling his heart out with apologies in your arms. Stupid dog, your brain remarks and you chuckle to yourself.
He learned his lesson, though! No collar in the bedroom.
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dem0batz · 5 months ago
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Rotten Right to the Core
Caleb x MC!Reader // Love and Deepspace
Author's Note: No thoughts, only Caleb's toxic ass behavior. This was shorter than I planned but sometimes the words lead you and not the other way around. Hope y'all still enjoy 😘 Summary: Caleb wants to feel you without any barriers. 🔞Content Warnings: Dead Dove, afab!MC, she/her MC, taboo (pseudo-cest), PIV, rough sex, edging, biting, protected sex until it’s not, dubcon (sexual coercion), possessive Caleb, spanking, Girlboss/Gaslight/Breeding Kink, hair pulling, putting it back in Word Count: ~1500 | Read on AO3 | Chapter List
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Incoherent words fall from your mouth, muffled by the scratchy material of your grandmother’s couch while Caleb ruts into you from behind. Ever the one to take advantage of your time home alone together, your brother had you pinned to the cushion the moment you got home from a full day of classes at the Hunter’s Academy. You barely had time to for your bag to drop to the floor before his tongue was down your throat and he had you folded in half over the armrest. He’s been different since leaving for the Skyhaven base to train as a pilot. Caleb has always been the overprotective, obsessive type but now that you were no longer living under the same roof it was like he was trying to tattoo himself inside you whenever he was granted leave to visit home.
“This is just the welcome home I needed,” he groans.
His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling you back on his length with obscene wet slaps echoing off of the walls. Your body was already sore from the way he tossed you around like a rag doll, placing you in various positions and seeming unable to get enough. Heavy, firm balls slap against your puffy abused clit, teasing at an orgasm he had denied you over and over again until you felt on the verge of madness.
“Caleb, please!” you whine, voice pitched high and eyes full of tears.
A deep chuckle vibrates against your back as he pins you further with his chest.
It was borderline cruel the way he made you beg for release. You never understood why he insisted on drawing it out and tormenting the both of you, especially considering that more times than not you were on a time crunch to finish before Gran could catch the two of you. It was like he wanted to get caught, always pushing the limit further and further, seeing how close you could get to the sun without incinerating.
“You know just what I like to hear.” His warm breath is like silk against your eardrum. “I want something else from you, though.”
You don’t hesitate to answer, unable to bear the thought of waiting any longer.
“Anything.”
Caleb’s hand grips your jaw, pulling your gaze back to meet his until your neck aches from the strain. Danger flashes in his amethyst eyes.
“You have no sense of self-preservation, dear sister. You don’t even know what you’re asking for. But it’s too late to take it back.”
He bites your ear painfully as he continues to pump into you, teeth clamping hard while his tongue flicks at jewelry in your lobe. You cry out in a heady combination of pain and please, tightening around his erection.
“Shit, you feel so good,” he moans your name. His heavy cock falls out, leaving you dripping and clenching around nothing as a pitiful plea escapes your lips. “Stop being a whiny brat. You’ll get what you want. Take the condom off.”
That snaps you out of your tormented, blissed out haze, shocking you to your core.
“What do you mean, take it off—”
As you push up on one arm to turn around and face him, you collapse onto your chest once more as Caleb pushes you down and pins your arm behind your back. His hand encircles yours in deceptive softness as he guides your fingers to the tip of his hard cock to pinch the latex.
“What I mean… is take it off, pip,” he repeats.
“B-but we don’t… not without…” you grapple for understanding as responsibility pushes through your lust-filled brain.
“Yeah, well I wanna feel you. All of you. Without anything between us.”
You hesitate, knowing it would be an incredibly irresponsible thing to do. You just got into the academy and were top of your class. Before long you would be assigned to a squad at the Association, something you’ve dreamed of doing since you saw Hunters fighting off Wanderers on the broadcast as a little girl.
Caleb must sense your hesitation. Soft lips press to your cheek, a trail of soothing kisses pecking lovingly against the skin. The hand not currently wrapped around your own dips between your thighs as he starts to swirl your swollen clit. Still sensitive from the constant edging, your mind swims as your forehead falls to the cushion to stop the room from spinning. His touch is light, gentle even as your brother’s calming voice soothes you like a balm.
“I know this is new for us and you’re nervous, but it hurts that you don’t trust me to take care of you.”
“It’s not—”
“You have the implant—”
“How do you know tha—” you ask, but he cuts you off again.
“And I’ll pull out. I promise.” A soft sigh falls from his lips as he starts to pump against your hand that was still gripping him. “Just need to feel you.”
You never knew how to tell him no when he gets like this, all soft and sweet even if it never lasted.
“I-I—you promise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“…okay,” you give in, body going pliant in his hold.
Pinching the latex, you start to tug. Caleb pulls back to give you space to work the condom down his length with a snap!
“There’s my sweet girl,” he praises.
Releasing your arm, he grabs himself to swipe the sticky bare head through your soaked folds with a hiss. Up and down over and over again as it keeps bumping your clit in a maddening tease. Just when you think he’s never going to put you out of your misery, he slides in with a single deep, hard thrust that takes the air from your lungs.
“Caleb!” you cry out just as he lets out a loud quivering groan.
Hand pressing against his abdomen you attempt to make him ease up. But just like before when you tried to stop him, he traps your arm against your lower back while his long cock bruises your cervix. His hips regain the brutal pace it had before the condom came off, the skin-to-skin contact making his glide through your walls much easier. Despite your pleas for him to slow down, you gush around the intrusion.
“I know you like it soft and sweet, pip-squeak, but you also like when I just take what’s mine. Don’t you?”
His hand cracks across your ass, leaving behind a sting that has you grinding your teeth. Head shaking in denial, Caleb lands another smack across the sensitive flesh followed by another and another.
“Don’t lie to me. I can feel your cunt squeezing the life out of me every time I do.”
“No—”
Crack!
“Want to try that again?”
“Caleb!”
Crack!
“Just tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”
Like a carrot dangling in front of a horse, you give, desperate for the release. Your muffled response gets lost in the cushion. Fingers thread through the base of your neck, pulling at your roots until your face is unobstructed.
“Say it again,” he demands, panting harshly into your ear.
He was just about as far gone as you at this point.
“I like it,” you mewl, not having the strength to deny it any longer.
Your body was starting to grow heavy and you didn’t have much left to give.
“Like what? Use your big girl words.”
You loved hated when he did this. He was a total sadist sometimes. Face heating to an unbearable degree, you rush out a response.
“I like it when you take what’s yours.”
“You love it when I take what’s mine,” he corrects.
“I love it when you take what’s yours,” you repeat between high pitched moans.
You would give him anything he wanted right now if he would just give you what you needed. Your dignity was long gone, that ship having sailed years ago when it came to him.
“Now tell me you want my cum.”
“Caleb,” you hyperventilate, on the verge of tears again at his constant teasing.
“Shhh, it’s okay sweet girl. Almost there, I promise. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cum.”
“Whose cum?”
“My brother’s…” you murmur, knowing exactly what the pervert wants to hear.
Caleb always did want what he wasn’t supposed to have, you above all.
“Yeah? You want your big brother’s cum? Well, who am I to deny a pretty girl her request.”
Fingers pinch your clit, the mere touch enough at this point to make you go blind with pleasure. Your abdomen tightens and your ears ring almost painfully as you’re overcome with your release. You barely even notice when Caleb pulls out with a growl and wetness coats both holes between your legs. The moment seems to go on forever until he finally releases you, allowing you to collapse face-first into the couch with your heart pounding against your ribcage.
Grabbing his still stiff cock, Caleb swipes it through the mess he made of your ass and pussy, gathering the sticky release together on the tip.
So out of it, you don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late.
Caleb slides back into your abused, tender hole with slow intentional deep strokes.
“Caleb!” you scold, so depleted of energy that your protest comes out as a pathetic mumble.
“I kept my promise, babygirl. I pulled out. Do you think Gran would be mad if we made her a grandma again?”
“You’re a jerk,” your swat lands against his naked hip with a smack as he laughs at your expense.
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hiii pookie hope you're doing well💖
something really funny happened to me rn😭 i was changing my tshirt and didn't close the curtains (thought it'd be a quick change) but i accidentally ended up flashing a WINDOW CLEANER😭😭😭😭 thankfully i was wearing a bra
anyways it got me thinking how the lads men would react if you end up flashing someone accidentlly and tell them
YOU WHAT?????? Omg…friend 😭😭😭😭
FLASH!
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“You what?” Xavier asked blinking in disbelief. You didn’t say that. Of course you didn’t he’s hearing things.
“I flashed Charlie. I didn’t know—“ Xavier stood up abruptly making you pause as he walked to the window.
“What are you doing?” You ask a bit scared of your flurry of light.
“He won’t remember by tomorrow.” His voice cold and deep. You jump up grabbing his waist.
“Xavier wait!” It took you almost ten minutes to talk him off the edge. Poor Charlie was saved by your heroic act.
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“So you flashed the neighbor?” He questions in confusion. You nod frantically.
“I was half sleep and thought I had my pajama shorts on.” You groan in embarrassment. The neighbor was polite enough to cover his eyes though!
“I’ll handle it Pips.” He caresses your head before you hear his gun cock.
“Caleb—“ He walks to the door with you hot on his heels.
“I just wanna talk to him.” He casually spoke as he opened the door. “Caleb relax—“
“I just wanna talk to him.” As he walks onto the lawn with the gun raised. You try to catch up with him.
“Caleb don’t.” You try to sound authoritative but it doesn’t work.
“I’m just gonna shoot him.” He calmly says aiming for his front door. Long story short the guy begs for Caleb’s forgiveness as you scold him for scaring the guy.
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“It was an accident! I’ll have to be more careful next time.” You explain embarrassed. You didn’t know Rafayel had to change the curtains because they got paint of them.
“There won’t be a next time.” He says confident as he starts whispering in Lumerian. You quickly cover his mouth with a glare.
“No curses.” You say sternly making him roll his eyes. You walk away only for him to continue. You fly in the air to tackle him.
“I said no curses!”
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Sylus does not play about you and you know it. As soon as you tell him he makes whoever it was disappear and with the snap of his fingers. You were shocked by his dramatic reaction.
“Was that necessary?” You snap at him. You just wanted to forget you embarrassed yourself.
“Yes because this’ll make him forget.” He shrugs before walking away.
“Where did he go?” You ask following behind the tall man.
“I’ll return him before sundown.” He pats your head making sure you don’t worry. We all know Sylus wasn’t going to bring him back by sundown.
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Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He asks you to explain again how you got yourself into this situation. It wasn’t your fault the currents were open! They’re on a timer they open themselves! Zayne asks who saw you as you panicked.
“The neighborhood dog!” You cover your mouth as he stood there. He took a deep breath before he spoke, “The dog?”
“Yes! What if he’s traumatized?” You panic grabbing your hair. Zayne grabs your hands softly taking them out of your hair.
“My love. He’s a dog…he cannot speak.” You froze at his words. Your brain registers what he said.
“Oh.” You say before nodding. “Did you forget?” He asks genuinely concerned.
“Psh no!” You wave him off still thinking about it.
“You forgot.” He murmured standing up straight. Your jaw slacks as you stare at him. “I did not!”
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As you can see I didn’t know how I wanted to display Zayne’s situation 🤫
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