#pip babbles

[angelpetshop]

my cishet friends r awesome but i noticed they seem to only refer to me as she/her or they/them when i dont use either and i havent used either for years 💔 i get most people arent used to neoprns but its not even like those r the only pronouns i use ?? he/him is literally right there ??? i get an honest mistake but so far they dont seem to be making any effort to correct themselves and the last time i corrected them they didnt say anything about it

[piploopsy]

heavenlypark needz a new name but i dunno what 2 call it :( ill hab 2 do zome thinking

[anderperries]

tit spoilers below the cut!!

tysons n1 role model or nole model !!

lawyer dan fought to legally ban republicans. he self publishes erotic novels about the washington monument. and he went to jail for being a ho.

we killed real dan. probably cause of the republicans thing.

linguist dr phil’s favorite word is skibidi. he likes to help old ladies squirt. and my memory is failing me on what he has a secret collection of but i’m 90% sure it was a secret collection of yaoi.

we killed dr phil.

[princepipper]

so i finally started working on my shop n stuff. there's soooo much do. so much!!

i started by weighing most of my products both standalone and in packaging for shipping purposes, and i've double checked the costs to order to verify no changes have happened. i also am beginning to sort through all of my acrylic stuff and have salvaged what is left, then properly wrapped it in small plastic baggies to keep them safe in storage (and easy to pack!) i was gonna order backing cards and stuff but like. why. i don't need those, not when i have dollar store baggies and tape >:3

anyway the sad part is a LOT of the product is too damaged to sell so i have to reorder a bunch. i thought about offering them as b-grade but i want my items to be high quality for my customers. when i reorder, i'm gonna keep the numbers small, like, 10 per design or so, and i also have a good amount of points-based discounts with my manu so i should be able to save a bit!

umm otherwise i realized i ordered some prints i already had, that i'd forgotten i'd ordered at some point haha. but hey, a little extra is ok. i also have new small prints of my latest painting coming with those. and in terms of the listings on etsy, i actually had already started one for the 8x8 prints, meaning i don't gotta photograph those!! but i do need to check the 8x10 and new 5x7 files, i don't know if i have those ready- if i need them i can take care of it later, i'm gonna have to adjust a few listings with new photos anyway.

and lastly there's the matter of prices and shipping, which i haven't delved too much into quite yet- but i'm looking into how i can make everything work so that if you buy certain products, the overall shipping will make sense. it's tricky when i deal with both tracked and letter mail items, which is why i'm considering giving more listings tracked options only and playing with my catalogue of mailer sizes and "extra item" costs to help where i need it. it's hard to wrap my head around so i'll maybe look for a guide or something online to help me out ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)💦

oh, and i also am thinking about making more notebooks! i'd order from vograce instead of vistaprint to save money, but i would bring back my designs with the ditto pile and sweets covers. i still wanna make washi tape but it'll have to wait for now, i can't do everything at once. maybe at some point i'll even redo some of the older sticker artworks, touch them up a little- though they're pretty popular still so maybe not. we'll see.

anyway, i still have lots to do, mostly finishing going though the acrylics and then photographing everything. but the shipping stuff will take some time and effort, even if i just gotta sit at my laptop for a while haha. i hope i can get it all done by the end of the month but if i need to, i'll just have to take longer. i'm doing my best!!!!

[manor-tea-time]

sfjajhdsfsh I already reposted this on my main for some of my non-blog-related lads, but totally spaced reposting it here. (ó﹏ò｡)

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[zaynesparadise]

*⃝̥ SWITCHIN’ THE POSITIONS FOR UUUU :3 ── 𝐳 & 𝐜

.ﾟ🪩 ⟡ | brief post about beb & zay’s fav positions- very brief!

pairing. — MDNI (17+) fem!reader (hella freaky) x 𝐜��𝐥𝐞𝐛 & 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 (not a threesome unforch) warnings. basically bringing positions & 34+35 to life, sex positions, quick n short smut, drooling :p petnames, anal fingering omg (this one’s for my caleb anal freak believers), FREAKleb, unprotected sex, creampies, zayne uses his evol !! slight temperature play, tit play cuz boobs ♡ :3 horny big cock caleb & horny big cock zayne :3 enjoy wc. 2.1k a,n. this took me so long for NO REASON !!! anywho not proofread, finished this at 5 am when i have a reproductive health assignment for tmrw.. but idgaf THIS is my reproductive health assignment 🙂‍↕️

જ CALEB. the colonel is a man of many talents, including his ability to pull off any and every position you wanted. missionary, doggy, 69, mating press, you name it— he’s in it before you even finish asking for it. if you wanted this six feet two man to do the splits for you in the middle of the bed, believe it or not he wouldn’t even hesitate to do that and more just for you (he values your happiness & pleasure over everything if you couldn’t tell) that being said— one position in particular will always have caleb drooling at the mouth with his eyes crossed: reverse cowgirl.

“fuuuuck yes.. baby— just like that.” caleb babbled on and on behind you, sweat glistening and rolling down his toned skin while his chest rose up and down, up and down rapidly, you noted the wavering in his words, the way his massive hands massaged your hips after gripping onto the supple skin so roughly.

you currently had your boyfriend who was leaking between your thighs rambling uncontrollably behind you, truth was he didn’t even know what the fuck to keep up with. the way your hips were rolling back on his in an unforgiving pace or the way your back arched perfectly from his view or the way your pussy was gushing around his soaking cock— fuck everything was making him completely delirious.

your walls fluttered around him, every movement your pretty little cunt did made his eyes roll to the back of his skull, “s-shit pips..” he mumbled as his harshly bitten, red lips barely moved from the almost-frowning expression he was sporting— all in the hopes of not cumming too soon and ruining your fun.

caleb was close to full on sobbing, the pace you’ve set was divine, pushing him against the edge over and over again when you bounced on his cock to let the most obscene and lewd sounds echo in his room all the while combining them with the prettiest, sweetest whimpers of his name.

you sank down on his length, letting him get engulfed entirely in your warmth as his tip gushed against your cervix. “feels good, hm?” you cheekily glanced at him over his shoulder and oh boy caleb was gone.

your body felt unbelievably hot, blazing and searing while the muscles in your thighs burned. but it was all so, so worth it, to see a blushing caleb with sparkly tears forming along his waterline, swollen pretty red lips all bitten and drooling, so attractive to see your composed, sweet boyfriend throwing his head against the pillow as he held himself back even more.

caleb by now felt himself sinking into a state of frenzy— hands gripping onto the bedsheets, thighs flexing alongside his toned abdomen as his entire body began to twitch, “s’good pips.. such a perfect pussy sucking me in,” he felt the heat practically radiate off of both of your bodies, the air in the room almost suffocating with how thick and heavy it was, everything felt too good and caleb was losing his sense of reality with how overwhelmed he was getting.

“it’s jus’ for me, no?” he babbled, all breathy and husky as his hands began to caress your lower back, “mhm, only for you.” and on instinct when his palm applied the slightest bit of pressure, you arched lower and laid your chest against the mattress, giving caleb the most delicious view of your ass bouncing on him, cunt wrapped all around his pulsing cock, so deep inside of you and so filthy.

the glossy mess between your inner thighs made him groan in need, he began to guide your hips back against his pelvis while he thrusted upwards, meeting each and every one of your thrusts and letting the wet noises of your ass landing on his pelvis resonate against the walls, the sight of your skin jiggling roughly with every thrust making him sigh in ecstasy. “f-fuck, caleb!” you moaned so prettily for him once his cock felt like it was moulding you to his shape, thrusts so powerful and deep.

“yeah, baby? can’t take it?” his cock slid in and out of your drenched folds, the view so arousing it made heat spread throughout his body just like a fever, “your pretty cunt’s telling me otherwise tho..” he grunted, unable to help the way his eyes locked in on your puckered hole, and before he could think more about it— he thrusted his thumb into the tight ring.

“c-caleb!—“ “shhh sweetheart..” he reassured you instantly, picking up the pace of his cock between your tightening walls to distract you from the uncomfortable stretch of your ass, your teeth finding comfort in pulling against the crumpled bedsheets while your legs shook in pleasure.

it was so new, you never expected caleb to suddenly take this route but you were so glad that he did because getting both of your holes stretched out so nicely at the same time made your eyes water.

and before you knew it, you were moaning and pushing your hips back against caleb’s, “like that pips? feels good?” and god it felt like your mind was melting away, “so good, caleb.. s-shit..” you felt the saliva that was pooling in your mouth puddle beneath you, he was so deep inside of you in every way, pulling his cock back merely by a few inches before filling you up again.

you felt so stuffed. almost feeling him in your stomach with how deep he was and how deep he stayed. all the while his large thumb played with your hole, in and out of your tight ring of muscles that accepted his digit easily now.

“such greedy holes taking me in so well..” caleb praised as his pupils were practically heart shaped, and he was right, you were taking him in so well, milking and sucking his cock and thumb in a mouth watering way. he felt his head spin the more you squirted around him each time his cock slipped the slightest bit out.

feeling the heat burn in your lower stomach, the knot of pleasure tightening more and more. it was making you dizzy, nails digging into the mattress while your hand absentmindedly sneaked beneath you, fingers rubbing tight circles around your puffy clit just to send you over the edge.

but oh caleb couldn’t have that, he was in charge of bringing you heavenly pleasure while your only job was to take it, “i’ve got you, pips.” he gently pushed your hand away before replacing it with his own, following the same pattern but quicker and rougher.

“caleb!” you almost screamed at the overwhelming sensation, your nerves feeling electrified as waves of ecstasy washed down on you, “juuusst like that.. f-fuck..” your boyfriend groans while you gushed around him, so tight and so wet. a ring of arousal forming around his base before his entire abdomen became soaked in your squirt.

“s-shit!” and with his tip kissing your cervix, caleb stuffed you full with endless ropes of his warm cum.

ຊ ZAYNE. zayne is a very, very needy man. call it him being touch starved, love-starved, him not indulging in pleasuring himself or others throughout his life so much and instead directing his energy on making himself better education and physical strength wise, and now that he has you, someone he trusts and loves and isn’t holding himself back from pleasing, he’s insatiable. positions, locations— none of that really matter to him, however he’ll always prefer to be in the safety of your home and the comfort of your bed, as close as possible to you no matter how tired or exhausted he is from his work in the hospital, in conclusion: spooning.

“you’re so warm, love.” his sweet voice whispered next to your ear, large and muscular arms wrapped around your middle as his legs nudged yours open. zayne had your back pressed against his chest, his body colder than yours and the freezing contact made your head dizzy.

his frosty ingertips travelled down your night dress, tiny snow particles decorating the satin fabric making you sigh in pleasure, you knew he was using your favourite tricks on you— it was always a different kind of experience whenever he used his evol.

the contrast between his cold hands and the warm blankets had you sweating, whimpering his name in desperation from the pooling heat between your thighs, “what do you want from me, snowflake?” his breath fanned your neck as you closed your eyes, feeling feverish when you replied “need you, zayne. so bad” and gosh who was zayne to refuse you?

“easy now darling..” he chuckled when your legs began to shake the second his frosty fingers slithered between your thighs, he could feel the heat radiating from your panties, icy fingers sneaking beneath the thin lace as your body shuddered against his, “doing so good for me, snowflake.” his voice was low, husky, needy. praising you as much as you wanted just to hear your pretty noises and responses.

his other hand swiftly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to have his pulsing cock push between your plush thighs. the sudden, wet contact of his precum coated tip with your slicked thighs made both of you groan, fingers wrapping around his base as he pumped his leaking cock a few times while wrapped around the softness of your skin, the feeling of you around all of his senses was so thrilling. the cardiac surgeon was addicted to the sensation of his heart beating out of his chest.

“zaynie please.. don’t tease me.” you squirmed in his hold, everything felt so lewd and it was driving you insane. the ache between your legs and the fastened rising of your chest— everything was overwhelming and ardent, if zayne didn’t fill you up and fuck you stupid right now- you would literally explode.

“shhhh love, i’ve got you.” he reassured, finally angling his tip along your drenched opening, a shaky breath escaping his throat as he sunk inside of your warmth completely, the sweet stretch making you gasp while he settled inside of you, his length never failed to make you feel so stuffed fully to the brim.

the moment your walls engulfed his soaked cock zayne’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, the feeling was so harshly consuming to him, and he loved surrendering his tired and spent body to the dizzying pleasure you’ll always grant him, without any further words exchanged between you, he began to move his hips in a perfect pace, thrusting in and out sloppily, his tip caressing each and every sweet spot inside of you, making you babble praises just for him.

“s’good zay.. f-fuck! so deep..” drool by now was decorating the pillowcase beneath you, mind so foggy with the pleasure of your lover stretching you out so well, zayne’s muffled moans got lost on the side of your neck, bites and kisses being littered all across your skin while your fingers wrapped around the bedsheets.

his tip nudged against your cervix the same moment his frosty fingers slithered beneath your dress, large hands fondling with your breasts as he decreased the temperature of his hands, “zayne!” you couldn’t help but whimper while one of your hands sprang to hold his icy ones, “it’s okay, baby. you can take it.” he gently bit your earlobe as he praised you.

“it’s too c-cold..” you might’ve been complaining but zayne felt the tightening of your cunt around him when his icy fingertips pinched your hardened nipples, he knew you were enjoying this, he always knew what you liked and didn’t like. and he knew that you loved it when he played with you like this.

“but you’re taking it so well, aren’t you snowflake?” he muttered, hips picking up the pace as his cock slipped in and out of you so sensually, you shivered in his hold while nodding, “taking me so well, so perfect for me.” he mumbled against your skin, each word going straight to your pulsing cunt as the heat in your stomach bubbled more, aching for release while zayne kept splitting you open on his length.

“cum for me, baby.. need to feel you.” he sounded drunk absolutely intoxicated on you as he begged you to cum around his cock, “oh fuck—“ you felt the way the tears stung the back of your eyes, one of his hands that toyed with your tit slid downwards to pinch at your pulsating clit, the sensation of his cold fingers rubbing lazy circles on your nub was enough to have your eyes cross.

“c-cumming— shit! zayne- oh my god!” you sobbed his name for him, body shaking in his hold as your back arched against his chest, climax bursting within you as raging waves of euphoria crashed onto you, creaming all over his cock while zayne groaned from the incessant tightening of your walls around him, “b-baby.. oh fuck i’m close.” he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, not when your cunt was practically milking him unforgivingly.

with one final, sloppy thrust, zayne coated your flowing pussy with thick ropes of his milky cum. allowing the carnal pleasure to rapture along his shaking frame.

a,n. WHAT WAS THAT PIPSQUEAKKK !!! 🗣️🗣️

[qiyuearning]

your first time with caleb and he is so, so… how can he even describe it?

“you’re— you’re— i can’t even . . . ohmygod? just wow.” he says all in one breath, eyes struggling to focus on just one part of you. his hands hover just over your torso, tracing the air over eager skin. he doesn’t know if he can handle even a second more of this. is he dreaming right now? is he allowed to?

god, let him have this. finally, his hands find their way to your hips, slender fingers flexing against smooth curves. he could feel your body pressed against his, warm and solid. real.

he always had a snarky quip or a teasing remark to lighten the mood, but right now, all that escapes his lips is an uncharacteristically pathetic sound he doesn’t mean to let slip.

“pip— you’re gorgeous. i mean you’re always gorgeous! o-obviously. always have been,” he sputters, his breathing almost erratic as he chastises himself in an attempt to chase after what little shred of common sense and control he has left. “can i? i mean, will you let me . . . ? no— god, if i could just—“

caleb babbles perhaps a million things per minute—prayers most likely, so fast that it makes your head spin. it isn’t until he feels your touch on his chest that he calms down, your hand warm and solid. real.

“slow down.” you sigh from your place in his lap. he looks like he’s about to burst into tears— or flames. “use your words, caleb.”

he was a man on the edge, a man finally acknowledging his need. his lips found the sensitive spot on your collarbone, teeth scraping against tender flesh lightly.

he looks at you for further permission, a violet gaze that is screaming please, please, please, let me have this. hesitantly, he places an experimental kiss along your jaw. then one to your lips. then another, and another until he can’t remember a feeling that could ever be better than this. it’s desperate, rushed, and a little clumsy, a culmination of years spent holding back.

“. . . words are the last thing on my mind right now, pipsqueak.”

he feels the heat of your body through the thin fabric of your clothes, the weight of your thighs pressed against his. his fingers find the edge of your shirt, slipping underneath to ghost over your skin. his touch is both gentle and possessive, as if claiming something long overdue as his.

[xavistarlight]

Thinking about caleb who gets pouty when he sees you bought condoms after your first time together

Caleb and you lay in bed kissing, he’s stroking your hair as his eyes make there way over to your bed side table

Condoms

his mortal enemy, his arch nemesis, they were looking at him… he was looking at them eyes narrowed.

But then his eyes softened insecurely

Did you not like the way he felt? his cum, did you not like your first time together.. for Caleb it was magical he couldn’t live with himself if it had somehow not been for you.

You having sex with someone else didn’t even cross his mind, he trusted you it had to be something he did.

You slowly realize Caleb’s lips have stilled like he’s focused on something his big puppy dog violet eyes are brimming with tears as one streams down his face.

You cup his face in your hands

“oh? Bubba what’s wrong?” You say caressing his cheek.

“ was it not good? Did I hurt you, if I did I completely understand please know it was an accident but I understand if ya feel uncomfy around me now , we can take a break I just.. can’t loose you , pips I can’t-“ Calebs babbling on at a high speed.

For as long as you can remember whenever Caleb was nervous he would start to babble about nonsense sentences starting to run in circles.

“honey, where is all of this coming from?” You say looking in his eyes

Like a little kid who’d just gotten caught he points at your bedside table.

Then it all clicks for you, Caleb let his insecurities get the best of him reading to much into what was so simple , you just wanted you and him to have the option to have them it you really needed them.

“baby, I just have them there just in case, you made my first time more special than I can put into words ” you kiss his cheek as he leans into your embrace.

It was to bad those condoms will never be used, Caleb doesn’t know how to use a condom after all , he has to cum inside you. you have to be full of him. his load was made to fill you up perfectly crafted and designed to mix with your release.

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[xavierfan]

SIZE? [CALEB / X.YZ]

warnings: size kink, explicit content, sexual content, pseudocest i guess (i use gege, but as a chinese person i lowkey do not think it's pseudocest but i will still tag it as such...), zayne mentioned, caleb's a fucking freak

summary: quick little blurb about caleb cause he's a freak like me ^^

it wasn't a surprise to find out about caleb's affinity with size in the bedroom. after all, you did grow up with him constantly telling you just how small you were compared to him, him always comparing the sizes of your hands, and him constantly wrapping his fingers around you wrists.

it's just you hadn't expected it to be such a big turn on for him, with the first time you made a comment about how he was so big making him cum on the spot. it hasn't gotten much better since then, instead he now begs you to tell him how big he is, how only he can reach that spot that you like, and how his cock is the only one your plush cervix has ever kissed. he loves pushing his cock into you fully, only to see the bulge he creates in your stomach, pressing down on your soft fleshy abdomen as his hips grind deeper into you, his hips snapping occasionally from just how good you feel.

he loves telling you just how tight you feel, his jaw clenching so hard when you tell him that he's just huge, and how he just fucking disappears into your sopping cunt. his jaw slacks every time as he watches himself sink into you— the sight is just so erotic to him.

"fuuuck," he draws out as he hears you whimper from him putting the tip into your soaking hole, his voice is gravelly as he's taunting you, "fuck, pipsqueak, i'm barely in you, you can't already be whimpering"

you jut your bottom lip out in a pout as you push yourself against caleb, your cunt sucking him in, groaning from the stretch, "ngh, you're just so big... even just the tip is so so good."

to you it's just babble, coherent thought being long abandoned, but to caleb this was like a siren's song. immediately plunging his entire length into you, his balls slapping against the backsides of your legs. he has his hands on the back of your knees to keep them up, alternating between hot and messy kisses with your swollen lips and biting, sucking, and licking at a spot just above your ankles.

"fuck. when'd you learn to talk like this, pip?" he thrusts into you between each word, grunting the question out. his grip tightens on the back of your thighs to the point where there will definitely be a bruise tomorrow but he's happy with that, seeing you all marked up by him.

all you can respond with is a whimper, the fullness causing you to be unable focus on coming up with a quip to respond with, instead you reach your arms around your legs, hooking around them to keep them up yourself. giving caleb better access to drill into you harder, deeper, faster.

instead of feeling his thick tip abusing your cervix, you felt empty. a whine leaving your mouth as caleb slaps his member against your pussy, using his hand to angle his cock in a way where his tip was brushing against your swollen clit. going back and forth between the actions of slapping and soothing your pussy with his cock.

"c'mon pip, tell your gege where you learned this from? who you learned this from?" he asked as he hovered over your body, admiring the view of you holding yourself open for him, "was it zayne? tell me i'm bigger than him baby, tell me only i can make you feel this good..."

you shake your head, your brows knitted together, and your voice shakey, "n-no one gege."

"oh? so you're just a natural fucking slut?" a smirk playing on his lips as he shakes his head, pushing his tip against your entrance, never entering, teasing you, "gran would be so disappointed..."

you groan at his comments, drool pooling at the edge corner of your mouth. when caleb's eyes see the light reflect off the dribble of spit, he cusses, his balls squeezing as he closes his eyes. he just can't believe how good you look under him, how small and meek compared to your usual boisterous and brave appearance, it causes him to dig the heels of his palms into the sockets of his eyes as he continues to rut into your cunt that he was practically drowning in.

he doesn't need to tell you that he's approaching his orgasm, you can feel it, his rhythm becoming a little messy as each snap of his hips feel more deliberate. driving his cock deep into your heat, whining as he pushes himself over the edge.

[asystemerror]

I’m revamping some of my blog Ocs (simply cause I feel like it’s time to dbdbdb) and am currently scheming of how to like flesh out Pip and Delilah’s backstory more.

Like I need more drama for them before coming to the manor yk?

[kissandtellus]

hi hii, could u potentially write something with either zayne or caleb where mc is deep DEEP in subspace

love ur writing <3

Caleb and Zayne : Deep Sub-Space<3

Author note: Tysm for the submission. I let my brain go a little wild with this one! Also saw the last line of Zayne’s Drabble on TikTok and he’d SO be someone to say that!

Inbox is open for request! Please help cure my boredom while I’m sick🥹❤️

Oh, Caleb is eating this UP.

You’ve always been his girl. His sweet girl. When that little part of your mind bends and breaks, he’s right there to catch you so you don’t fall. He’s pressing sloppy and firm kisses over your throat and collarbone.

“That’s my girl. Oh, you look so pretty when you cry for me.” They weren’t tears of sadness or pain (even though your knees were next to your ears), they were tears of relief.

Being a talented Hunter, dealing with your heart issues and trying to be a responsible adult. It was far too much for his pretty girl.

His cock was stretching you beyond the limit your poor little pussy wanted. But he knew just what his Pipsqueak needed.

“C-Can’’t! Ca-leb-“

“Yes you can, baby, Caleb’s got’cha. My pretty girl~!”

His balls slapped against your ass with each deep stroke. His teeth found your earlobe. You were still talking, he needed you babbling for him.

And it didn’t take very long. A few strong thrust against your cervix and a trickle of drool dribbled down the corner of your mouth.

“There’s my little girl. Cum for me, let me make you feel good Pip.”

Zayne on the other hand, was a medical professional. And you know what they say, the doctor knows best.

His fingers are in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as you drool over your chin.

“So dirty. What am I going to do with you?” It was almost not a question. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with you.

He didn’t have you bent over the back of the couch for no reason. It was supposed to be a normal date but you had caught an attitude when he tried to recommend a healthier alternative for your heart.

It only took one smart-mouth remark to have his tie wrapped around your neck and his cock moving ever so deeply inside.

You had lost the ability to speak a while ago. He could see how deep in subspace you were by the cloudy gaze in your eyes. If it was possible, you’d have little hearts for pupils.

Zayne grabbed your chin and turned your head just enough to spit into your mouth he had pulled open.

“I’m going to stuff you so full of my DNA, I will rewrite your ancestry.”

[angelpetshop]

lobotomy iz mai favorite word

[vieviesmt]

MDNI :p

CW : sub!caleb, masturbation, panty thief, dryhumping, (he cums first sorry), praise, DESPERATE DESPERATE man, loads of drooling deal w it

pervert!caleb who somehow managed to convince you to move in with him because he's been feeling oh so lonely and tired :( he needs your presence, your warmth and your attention to stay sane!! you have to believe him !!

pervert!caleb who definitely didnt make you move in so that he could spend his time watching you, subtly press against you while youre cooking, passing by your room at night to gently pat your head and smell your hair, maybe even steal a couple of your polaroids on the wall to put in his wallet !! (or use for later)

pervert!caleb who tells you its okay if you dont have time to do the laundry today! he can take care of it like he always has :) he definitely does not use the opportunity to shove his face into every crevice of your shirts, nose pressed into the crotch of your used hunter pants; when his eyes shift to a well hidden piece of bright red lacey fabric under one of your socks...jackpot.

pervert!caleb who doesnt even try to walk to his room to take care of business, no it has to be here between all your dirty clothes, your smell emanating from every corner of the laundry room while he hastily pushes his shorts down, poor baby's cock is bright red, already leaking just from the smell of you :(

pervert!caleb who grabs those red panties and wraps them around his shaft, using his strong muscled hand to jerk himself fast enough in hopes you wouldnt catch him!! you would probably think hes such a weirdo, using your dirty clothes and panting like a desperate dog but he just cant help himself around you, just the thought of your cute self sitting in the other room happily munching on some snacks while he's in here filthying up your belongings makes him break : strong hips thrust up and buck trying to finally get that sweet release-

pervert!caleb who, in his haste to get some alone perverted time had forgotten to lock the door :0 of course, after not hearing any noise for the past 15 mins you got worried! you didn't mean to walk in on him disheveled, hips in the air, sweat down his arms and drool down his shirt with your favourite underwear (now ripped at the crotch) wrapped around his sensitive head :(

pervert!caleb who's pleasantly surprised when you tug him up by his arm, he start rambling out excuses- "pips! i-im so sorry! i swear i dont even know what happened, i dont think straight when im tired you know me-" only to be slammed into the couch , "take your shirt off."

pervert!caleb is now sweatily sat on the couch, his boxers back on, trembling from overstimulation as you grind your ass back onto his crotch as harsh as you can, feeling his hardness drool out masses of precum, his thighs shakey and his hands barely holding onto your hips - "please, please can i- can i take them off pips i wanna feel you now-" his hands tug at your jeans, as good as the friction of your tight pants feel on him, he cant stop himself from thinking about how warm your cunt is underneath your clothes rn :( plus he wants you to feel good too!!

pervert!caleb cant take it anymore after you answer him with a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, "quit talking, be grateful i even let you dirty these pants too, and you ripped my panties, those were my favourite you know ;("

pervert!caleb who can barely focus on what youre saying, he feels his balls squeezing, the feeling of your behind back and forth has him spiraling, babbling about how much he loves you and how you treat him so so well!! one specific hard swivel of your hips around his tip is what undoes him fully, head slamming back onto the wall, his hands grab your hips tightly to keep you in place as he keeps thrusting up up up, using you to get off. He's grunting loudly, muttering half sentences of "thank you- i love you- so sensitive- i cant stop- please-"

pervert!caleb who dirtied both you and himself now ! what a troublesome puppy >:( no worries you'll make him clean you up really quick once his legs stop pushing his hips into yours, unable to stop.

ive been thinking about this one for a whileeee so pls lmk how it is !!

[anderperries]

i have a question i’ve been meaning to ask but keep forgetting/putting off —

does anybody know how the upgraded TIT tickets work? how is it chosen? when would you find out that you were upgraded? i don’t even know what i’m asking, i just want literally any more information than what i currently have? ahh.

also, i know the seats are assigned but is there any form of queueing culture? i’m just now realizing my show is on monday and im very ill prepared for it.

[princepipper]

my stepdad dropping me off at work for my late afternoon shift: have a good shift, we'll be home when you get there tonight :^)

me, entering my dark and silent house because everyone went to bed like a bunch of LIARS:

[dem0batz]

Apple Spice and Oaths

Caleb x MC!Reader // Love and Deepspace

Author's Note: I've been plagued by thoughts of Caleb. My brain has been rotting and frothing since his trailer release. Not as edited as I would have liked but I needed to get this out into the world.

Summary: After years of forbidden moments with Caleb, it all finally comes to a head when he is about to leave for pilot training. 🔞Content Warnings: (adopted) brother/sister kink, virgin MC, yandere Caleb, dubcon, sexual coercion but MC wants it, references to Dawnbreaker Zayne, Dacryphilia, implied oral (—>f), PIV, cum eating, small blood reference Word Count: ~2400 words | read on AO3 | Chapter List

The bed dips behind you, a soft creak echoing through your room. A chill hits your spine, making your bones tremble before warmth presses into your back and the blanket seals the two of you in.

“Caleb…”

“Shhh, you’ll wake Gran.”

Your half-hearted protest dies on your lips when your brother’s arm falls across your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. A strong forearm slides under your neck, searching for a comfortable position for the both of you. His familiar scent of apples and spice hit your nostrils as he snuggles in closer, entwining your limbs together like so many times before.

You really should send him back to his own room. This thing between the two of you has gotten out of hand. It wasn’t normal for siblings to do the things the two of you have and someone needs to put a stop to it before it’s too late. Before you both cross that line neither of you can ever return from. But you can’t bring yourself to tell him to leave when the warmth of his breath hits your ear with a relieved sigh, his body relaxing into yours.

“You know I can’t sleep without you, pipsqueak.”

Caleb buries his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent with a light groan. Warm lips press against the sensitive skin as a large hand slides under your sleep shirt. His fingers are chilly as they dance across your abdomen, teasing around your navel on their path upward. Just as they reach the swell of your breasts, you press down on his hand to keep it from going higher though your nipples were tingling with desperation.

“That’s not sleeping,” you whisper.

“Can’t help it,” Caleb whispers back, his lips continuing to brush your neck even as he speaks. “You smell so good. So pretty. Feel so good in my arms. I need you, pip. Always need you. You plague my every thought ‘til there’s no space for anything else. ’m fucking crazy for you, pretty girl.”

A lump tightens in your throat. Though he doesn’t try to force his way to your chest, you can feel his fingers twitching against your ribs with the need to move. You would be lying to yourself (which you do often) by saying that you didn’t want it to. That you didn’t crave him the way he craves you. After you lost Zayne, Caleb was the only you had left and you had clung to him like a life line. The only reason he felt so comfortable crawling into your bed in the middle of the night is because you didn’t tell him to leave the first night he did it.

Agonizing dreams of an adult Zayne, bitter and lonely, kept infiltrating your peaceful sleep, morphing into nightmares that left you whimpering and trembling with overwhelming grief. It took a week of suffering these dreams before you were brave enough to tell someone. Dismissing it as exam exhaustion was enough to Gran worked well enough and she didn’t question you much after, but Caleb didn’t buy it. His thumbs had swept over the circles under your eyes, a frown on his face telling you without a single word that he didn’t believe you. Though he didn’t say anything in front of Gran, Caleb wasn’t one to let things go.

He crept into your room that night to find you tangled and sweaty in your sheets, crying in your sleep as visions invaded your dreams of sharp black ice piercing through Zayne’s body while you were frozen in place and unable to go to him. Caleb shook you awake and held you while you cried, babbling incoherently until you fell back into a deep, calm sleep in his arms.

So while Caleb claims to be unable to sleep without you, it was the opposite. Any night you had to sleep alone was spent tossing and turning until you gave up all together, the insomnia taking it’s place. You had no idea what you would do once he leaves next week for pilot training, something you were both dreading but didn’t speak of. This is why you had to learn to be without him and why this needed to end.

As much as it pained you to, you begin to pry his arm from your torso.

“Please don’t. Don’t push me away.” His voice cracks on your name, cracking your heart with it.

Caleb was your rock, so strong and sturdy to lean on. It wasn’t often he showed vulnerability, typically only in these quiet moments you shared in the dark. It was enough to make your resolve waver. Sensing your hesitation, he presses up against you, his erection digging into your lower back.

“But you’re leaving me,” your own voice trembles with the sting of tears on your lashes.

His other hand grips your jaw from it’s position, twisting your neck toward him until your breathing mingles, lips grazing one another. It’s hard to see in the dark, but there’s just enough light emitting from a soft night light nearby to see the hardening in his eyes.

“It’s not my choice!” he hisses. Your eyes widen at his outburst, so unlike the calm, loving brother you had come to known. Realizing himself, his eyes soften. “I’m sorry, pipsqueak. I just… can’t have you thinking I’m leaving because I want to. There are things I can’t explain to you right now but I promise, one day it will all make sense. Forgive me?”

With only a moment of hesitation, you nod. You would always forgive him. There was nothing he could do to make you hate him when he looked at you like this. His lips brush over each of your eyes, collecting the tears that had began to build on your lashes. They move down to press against your own, softly at first, then more insistent as his tongue prods at the crease until the salty flavor of your tears bursts on your tongue.

Your grip no longer tight around his wrist, his fingers begin to trail lightly upward once more until his now warm palm grazes your nipple with a light squeeze of your breast. A soft sigh escapes your lips at the sensation and you find yourself moving against his tented sleep pants. Taking that as permission, Caleb moves you to your back without breaking the kiss, locking your ankles together at his lower back as he settles between your thighs.

His kisses turn more aggressive, nipping at your lips and inhaling every little moan and sigh, imprinting them in his memory to use when things inevitably got difficult at the base. It would have to be enough to keep him sane until he was able to come back home to you.

Before long, Caleb’s lips make their way down your body, tugging and pulling at your clothing until you’re naked and writhing beneath his tongue, not for the first time.

“Caleb!” You whisper-hiss. “Caleb, I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispers against your clit while his fingers work against the soft spot inside that makes you see stars. With his encouragement, you fall apart on his smooth face, body trembling from the effort as you bite the corner of your pillow in an effort to suppress the shaking moans wanting to burst free. Caleb works you through it, licking and nipping until overstimulation has you pushing his head away.

He crawls his way back up your body with eyes dark and hungry, your essence glistening on his chin. Your body quakes with the intensity of the look on his face and when he settles above you once more as his lips devour yours, a combination of his taste and your own mingling on your tongue. Now naked from the waist down, himself, Caleb’s stiff cock presses against your inner thigh, the tip swollen and sticky with pre-cum.

Reaching down between the two of you, he firmly graps himself in his hand to slide between your drenched folds. In a panic, your palm finds his chest, pushing against your brother though his weight doesn’t budge.

“What are you doing?”

“What we should have done a long time ago.”

The tip presses inside, making the both of you groan probably a little too loudly as your slick insides clench around him, inviting him in against your will. He slides in a little further but you press against his chest again.

“Wait, wait. This is going too fast.”

His head falls to your shoulder in frustration, the soft tendrils of his dark hair tickling your sensitive skin.

“Where did you think all these years were leading to, pip?” his muffled voice sounds in your ear.

Though he stopped moving, the first couple inches of his cock rest inside of you still.

“We’re siblings, Caleb,” you say, trying to be the reasonable one though you want nothing more than for him to finish what he started.

“Not by blood. Besides,” he pauses, one hand wedging between your bodies to allow his thumb to start circling your clit, renewing the delicious feeling in your abdomen. “It’s kind of hot, right? Doing something forbidden.”

Your insides quiver and you clench around him with a slick gush at the dirty words.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, pipsqueak?” he chuckles darkly in your ear, beginning shallow thrusts. Not enough to be all the way in, but enough for the anticipation to start building again. “Is my little sister gonna let me fuck her, hmm? Has anyone else ever been inside of you before?”

Face growing hot, you shake your head in denial, unable to say the words out loud.

Caleb’s body trembles above you as he presses in a little further. You can feel him right there.

“Good,” he growls in your ear. “I probably would have had to kill anyone else who touched you first and the only blood I want right now is this.”

In one thrust, Caleb pushes past your barrier, swallowing your cries with a possessive kiss as he tears through your hymen. It hurts at first, but not in a way you would have expected. It was more of a quick pinch, and while the first few thrusts were a little uncomfortable as you adjusted to the intrusion, your slick walls begin to welcome him.

“Knew you would feel good, fuck. That’s my cunt, isn’t it, pip?” Caleb moans, holding one of your legs at the knee and keeping you open for him as he grinds roughly into you.

“Caleb…” you whine, arms tightening around him while your nails find purchase on his bare back.

He hisses through the sting your nails cause, hoping like hell that you’re leaving marks behind that will take weeks to disappear. He wanted to feel you on him weeks from now, back sore with every movement during drill training. His thumb never let up from your clit, sending you higher and higher with every thrust. His cock twitches inside with the need to release inside of you, to claim you, but he won’t allow himself to let go until he gets one more from you.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Hold onto me. I’ve got you. Come for me. Come all over your brother’s cock.”

You can’t bring yourself to admit that his dirty words aided in getting you there, but before you can stop it, a tightness pulls in your lower stomach almost painfully before releasing. Spots dance behind your eyes in blinding flash of light. For a moment, you fear your heart might give out and that you’ll have to be rushed to the hospital, left to explain why you a cardiac event while naked with your brother. But the feeling passes as you start to float down, still half-blind with your ears ringing. Caleb ruts into you a few more times with curses on his tongue as you clamp down around him, ropes of hot cum splashing around your inner walls and painting them with him.

He collapses on top of you, his weight heavy and making it difficult to breathe, but you just pull him closer while your heart rates sync to a steady pace. You lay there together for several quiet moments, each of you soaking in what just happened and how this changes everything and nothing at the same time with him leaving soon.

Those thoughts are pushed away as he lifts up his head, dark hair laying on his brow as a boyish smile peeks out from beneath. His lips find yours, more bold now than ever before, like it’s his right to do so, but you don’t push him away, instead meeting him halfway. You feel his length twitch inside and he pulls away, shaking his head and mumbling against your lips.

“Don’t get me going again, pretty girl. You’re going to be sore enough as it is.”

With a final peck, he rises to his knees, pulling out of you slowly as you both watch. His flushed cock is shiny with both of your fluids, the sight making your heart stutter back to life. Caleb looks entirely too smug as he swipes through your folds, gathering some cum tinged pink with the loss of your virginity on his fingers. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them in and humming with satisfaction as the taste of both of you fills his mouth. With another swipe of your pussy, he does it again, this time bringing his fingers to your mouth. When you don’t immediately open for him, he traces his wet fingers across your lips.

“Come on, pipsqueak. Memorialize this moment with me. It will be just like when we were kids. Remember? When your hurt yourself because we were messing around, showing off our Evols.” You nod hesitantly.

“I remember ending up with a wound on my hand from the blast of our Resonance sending us both flying. I cut my hand when I landed on the pavement.”

Caleb nods too, confirming your story.

“Right. Then I cut my hand with a rock and we made an Oath to never tell Gran what we were doing because she would have kicked our asses. This will be like that, except now we’ll swear to never forget one another.”

“I could never forget you, Caleb. I don’t need an Oath to know that.”

Something painful, yet unreadable flickers across his face before the playful smile returns, making you wonder if you imagined it.

“Yeah, well how about you just entertain me for a while longer? What do you say, pretty girl?”

He offers his fingers again and this time you open your mouth to accept them.

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