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hockey caleb letting mc decorate his helmet and hockey stick with little stickers

mc takes pics of herself reflecting off of his black helmet

hockey caleb…

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🍎 sketch reference sheet!

Thick eyebrows + freaky smile combo on 🔝

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Rafayel coming up next ✍🏾

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mc asking caleb what colour she should get for her nails & he sends a pic of his tip- [GUNSHOT]

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real talk, we need to bring back shame cause why tf are we moaning “gege” as a non-chinese player!!?!?!???!?!?? SHAME 🫵

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COLLARS 'N LEASH

STARRING: caleb x reader

synopsis: you're injured and supposed to be resting but you just can't stop going out. so caleb finds a way to convince you to stay inside to let your injuries heal (it gets freaky).

warnings: porn with plot, use of collars, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pussy slapping, obscene use of hands, cum eating, sloppy wet marathon sex, multiple creampies, manhandling, squirting, spitting, pussydrunk!caleb, cockdrunk!reader, you two are just nasty freaks.

wc: 3,4k

a/n: i'm literally about to cumbust. caleb's got me feral these days. and he will never be beating the panty sniffer allegations!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT!

You believed it was a joke. Or some one of the many weirdly ominous things Caleb had a habit of saying to get a kick out of you. It must have been.

“What?” You blink, staring at his hands. 

“Remember what I told you?” He asked, free hand slowly reaching up your thigh. “About that stray cat.”

You were fresh out the shower, skin still steaming from the heat of the water pelting your back. You have nothing on but a gown, and not one of the fluffy ones either. His eyes had been on you since you left the shower and he hasn’t bothered hiding his blushing.

“The one you put a collar on?” Your brows raise at the memory. He really was worried about that poor kitty. It was all injured and kept trying to run, so Caleb eventually put a collar with a bell on the cat so he’d know if it tried to go and be adventurous again.

Then it clicked. You had a minor injury on your leg from your last mission. A solo mission that was supposed to be an investigation had ended with you fighting at least six Wanderers throughout the night. Caleb made sure your superiors put you on break for at least two weeks (with Zayne’s medical support) to give you time to rest. 

But being the stubborn person you are, you always found a way to leave your apartment to Caleb’s agitation. It got so bad that even he had to take leave from the Fleet to keep an eye on you— as if his usual methods didn’t already work.

It all makes sense. The fact that he’s in Linkon, the fact that you’ve been put on sick leave for two weeks, and the fact that he’s been watching you like a hawk especially since you try to go out. 

The damn collars in his hands are to make you the cat in this situation. 

“Are you serious?” You blink, trying to ignore the growing heat in your core. You couldn’t lie, it was hot. 

One of the collars, you presume is yours, has a pretty red bow tied around its bell. The other has a leather leash attached to it. Almost like a leash for a dog.

“I don’t want you running off when you’re still recoverin’.” Caleb’s hand disappear into your silk robe, inching higher and higher up your thighs, just so damn close to your pussy. “And I don’t want you to get worried. So I shouldn’t leave you.”

His lips inch closer to your neck, hot breath ghost over your damn skin. This fucker—

“How about I test a little theory of mine?” The metallic jingles of the collars ring in your ears. His sunset eyes raise to your gaze with that stupidly handsome puppy look he gives you when he gets needy and desperate. “Can I put this collar on you?”

“You’re such a freak.” You hiss, watching his eyes flutter in plain as the fucking sky obviousness. You learned he had a thing for you being a little bit mean. Just a little. And he does everything he can to get on your nerves.

“So are you.” His hand finally reaches your soaking pussy and circles your entrance with a single finger. You deeply inhale feeling your walls clench on air. “Look at you, so wet. I think you want me to collar you up. So I always know where you are.”

Bold of him to talk. You can literally see the growing tent in his pants. He likes it just as much as you do. 

His finger slowly dips into your pussy, pumping in and out with deliberate precision. He knows exactly what to do to set you off, turn you on, make you beg. And he is making things extra slow to get to you.

“Caleb.” You attempt to warn but he curls his finger right into that spongy pleasure spot that he knows drives you insane.

“Why would you wanna go out and about when you’re injured, pips?” He asks with concern in his eyes as if he isn’t torturing you with his finger. It’d be better if he put in another or two. Wet squelches travel right up to your ears to add to the injury. What a tease.

Your eyes gloss over with intense need. What a fucking— 

“It’s almost like you want me to keep you close,” Another finger finally slips in, stretching you out deliciously. A heavenly moan escapes your lips, not that you were trying to hide it to begin with. “Keep a close eye on you and remind you that you’re better off restin’ here at home.”

His words quickly become white noise just from how his fingers turn you into horny mush. If there’s one thing your boyfriend has mastered, it’s driving you insane with his fingers alone. Now imagine what his cock does.

“Fuck.” You sigh, feeling your back arch to feel his fingers deeper inside you. And like the good boyfriend he is, he gives you exactly what you need— pushing his fingers deeper and deeper until his knuckles nudge your entrance. “And– oh, Caleb- what- what about you?”

“Hm?” His tongue darts out his mouth, deeply concentrated on how your pussy clenches around his fingers as fast as your pulse. The tent on his sweatpants start to darken from his leaking precum.

“There’s two… collars.” You say slowly or else his ministrations would bring you to a stutter. “If the bell one’s for me, what about the one with the leash?”

Caleb’s lips form an ‘o’ shape, eyes following your gaze to the collars in his hand. “That one’s for me. You want me to stay close to take care of you, right? What better way to do that than to make sure I never leave your side?”

Your hand slowly travels down to grip his hardened cock, gently stroking it through the soaked fabric. Your finger danced around his tip just the way he liked it— slow and light, just to rile him up even more. You watch his eyes squeeze shut in a sore attempt to hold back his own lewd noises. 

“So if I wear the collar you will too?” Your hand expertly works his cock, squeezing his clothed shaft as you stroked him. Unable to verbally respond, Caleb slowly nods while huffing out soft groans.

That’s how you end up on your back in the bed, legs spread with your boyfriend ruthlessly eating your pussy.

Your room is silent apart from the obnoxiously slick noise of your wet, cum soaked skin being slurped and devoured. Caleb made you cum three times already and it looked like he wasn’t stopping. 

“C-Caleb—” Your eyes roll back for the nth time as his lips close around your clit for his tongue to flick back and forth in that delicious pattern. He expertly works your clit, slowly and carefully spelling out his name into your arousal all while curling his fingers deep inside your soaking pussy.

“Caleb— god— please—“ Your pleas fall to deaf ears, mostly because he’s trapped his head between your trembling thighs to suffocate in your grip. You can tell he’s getting off on it based on how he fucks your slick back into with his fingers, how he moans loudly with every slurp, kiss and bite on your skin. 

He is so gone and he fucking loves it. 

Your collar jingles every time you squirm and twitch, and sings a melody whenever your back arches for him. It’s like a little instrument that accompanies the symphony of moans and whimpers that leave your pretty lips.

He’s so animalistic with it, slobbering and drooling all over you while he slurps you up like one of his protein shakes. The bed’s shaking from how he’s grinding on the mattress to get a kick from all that self induced edging— his main priority, however, is you and that cute pussy that has him on a leash (literally and figuratively).

“Keep drippin’, pips.” He groans into your pussy, pressing hot smooches on your lower lips. “Keep cummin’ on my face. Tug on my damn leash. Fuckin’ love tasting you.”

Your clothes had been long abandoned after the first orgasm he ate you through. You made such a mess that your panties (which he will keep for later) were thrown across your room along with the rest of his clothes.

The way his tongue just effortlessly slides right past your entrance and caresses your walls brings a hoarse cry right out of your kiss-swollen lips. And of course your boyfriend dutifully responds with the sluttiest whine you’ve heard. You tug harder at his leash, overwhelmed by the continuous stimulation from his nose bumping your clit.

It all rushes straight down to his cock, jutting against he mattress. He shakes his head to spread your juices all over his face, wanting to be covered and blessed by your essence. Wanting to lick it right off his face once he was done. To have your scent on his form without having to scramble for it by rubbing your used panties on his face.

Eating your pussy alone was more than enough to make him cum untouched. What makes it even better is your relentless tugging of his leash, continuously pulling his face closer to your weeping cunt. If your moans weren’t enough then your trembling thighs were more than sufficient to keep him going. And he’d be damned to waste the meal you’re serving him on a diamond platter. 

“Caleb!” Your cry summons another harsh, intense climax bringing your legs to a violent shake. His grip on your thighs tighten and the slurps and muffled groans get so much louder that you can’t even hear your own moans.

He tilts his head back, finally releasing your legs from his iron grip. Eyes closed, Caleb chuckles as he gulps as much air as his lungs can allow.

“Should’ve had you sit on my face.” He rasps and wipes your juices off of his chin. Almost intuitively, you open your lips awaiting a taste of your juices.

“Fucking freak.” You whimper as he stuffs his fingers in your mouth for you to wipe him clean. Your tongue laps up your yummy essence, ensuring all that remains on his hand is just your saliva.

“Your fucking freak, baby.” He slowly move in and out of your mouth until the tips of his fingers tap the back of your throat making you gag around him. “Your freak that loves eating you good, loves making you feel good, loves making you cum.”

His free hand cups your pussy, feeling your wetness soak his hand like a waterfall. “Look at you. Making such a mess.” He raises his hand and lands a soft smack on your pussy making you jump from the overstimulation. Your bell jingles from the impact. He finally retracts his fingers to lick your spit off his hand, relishing in your taste with a low moan.

“Speak… for yourself.” You huff, eyes darting down to his reddened twitching length. Globs of precum dripped down his thick shaft surrounded with throbbing veins— three to be specific. “Got you all hard from eating me like a good boy.”

Caleb’s eyes flutter shut from the dirty comment. His cock jumped, dripping precum right onto your hot skin. “It’s like you want me to stuff you to remind you what gets your eyes rolling back.”

“All bark, no bite.” You grin, watching his eyes rapidly dilate. “You gonna bark again, baby?”

“Woof.” Damn, that’s fucking hot. You say nothing apart from spreading your legs wider for him. An invitation for him to act on his word. “Humble me then, Colonel. Or maybe I’ll be doing that—“

Your words get swallowed by his lips and tongue engulfing you in a lascivious kiss. Rough and demanding, breaths heavy and endless, Caleb wastes no time aligning his dripping tip with your entrance. He circles around you, slowly stroking up and down, bumping his cockhead with your swollen bud. Your juices spill all over his shaft, making it so much smoother, wetter, lewder. Fuck.

“Stop teasing,” You tug his leash as you moan against his hungry lips. “Put it in, ‘leb.”

“Mm, command me.” He grins. “You want me to fuck you good, yeah? You want this cock all up in you? Want me to stuff you full?”

The stimulation is too good for you to respond, all that can be mustered is a nod. “Use your words, pips.”

Of course.

His finger taps the bell on your collar, ringing out a cute dingle! Teasingly tapping on it, his cock slides up and down your folds, tip occasionally teasing itself right into you before pulling out. You can tell it’s driving him insane too, from how his breath is laboured, how his eyes are slowly but surely rolling back, and most definitely those soft whimpers he’s struggling to hide.

“Please, baby,” You whine, grinding your hips hard against his cock and tugging harsh on his leash. You’re practically drunk on him without even having his girth inside you. “Put in in f’me. Want you to fuck me full. Be good ’n stuff me.”

“Heh,” Caleb huffs, almost choking from how hard you pulled him. He presses his cockhead into your pussy, groaning at how tight you squeeze around him, sucking him in like a vacuum. “Yes ma’am.”

And he slips in smooth like a hand into a glove. Maybe because you’re slick from all the times he made you cum with his mouth. You both tilt your heads back, close to cumming right on the spot. He pauses to catch his breath, the dog tag on his necklace and the leather strap of his leash dangling right over your face.

“Oh, she’s squeezin’ so hard.” He grins, practically drooling from how your pussy sucks him riiiight in.

He rocks in and out of you fast, absorbing the sound of your slick and cum squelching, drenching his cock in your essence. Each thrust takes him deeper and deeper into you until his tip pokes your sensitive gummy spot.

Your little bell jumps with your titties, jingling and ringing with each relentless pounding of his length in you while his heavy sacks smack your skin. It feels so gooood and so fucking lewd that your words are reduced to incoherent mumbles.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Caleb chuckles, dragging his length in and out of your pussy with relentless speed. Even he can’t hold back his deliciously slutty moans from how good you squeeze and tighten around him. His eyes are locked on your collar, glossing over the jingling metal accompanying your moans.

“You like how I’m stuffing you?”

Your eyes cross right over, tongue tempted to loll right out. The overstimulation becomes too much even for you, forcing out so many fresh cruel orgasms from you that a ring of your cum paints the base of his cock.

“You— ah— must love how tight I clench on you,” You manage to bite back, deliberately clenching your walls to tease him. “While you fuck me deep ’n rough.”

“Fuck—“ The bed is practically screaming from the pressure of you being hammered clean. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Then do it, baby.” You must have trained him subconsciously. His cock spills heavy, hot globs of his cum right into your soaked pussy, stuffing you right up real good. His whines travel right down to your core, turning you on even more than you could possibly imagine. Something about him being so relentlessly horny for you drives you insane.

“You’re evil, baby.” Caleb groans, pressing hot kisses all over your skin, from your neck right to your jaw all while still thrusting his cum into you. You can just feel some of it escaping your plugged pussy, leaking onto the bed with the rest of your lewd juices. “Making’ me cum like this. Driving me crazy with that pussy of yours.”

Plap! Plap! Plap! sounds around the room alongside your joint cries, sweat-slick skin smacking, and your bell jingling like crazy. Your grip on his leash tightens, tugging him down right to your lips.

The kiss is so deliciously sloppy and wet with your tongues overlapping and teeth clashing. Your core tightens and burns with that familiar heat, screaming for release. “Caleb— ‘m gonna cum again.”

“Good.” He pulls right out of you, leaving your poor pussy clenching on air and practically pulsing his name in morse code. “Cum f’me like a good girl.”

He raises your legs from the bed, hooking them on his shoulders and pounding his cock right back into you. In a much deeper angle hitting your sensitive core all while pinching and rubbing your clit with a calloused finger.

You choke out a cry, vision going completely white as the overstimulation burns through your skin right up your spine. The tightness in your core completely snaps, releasing juices all over you, all over him, all over the damn bed until everything in the eye can see is soaked.

“Thaaaat’s it, baby.” He grins, watching your juices drip down his abs flexing with every thrust. He leans down, pushing you into the meanest mating press to date. His cock practically bullies your cervix with his inhumanely mean thrusts, spurting globs of cum from his last orgasm right into you. 

“Squirt on me.” Your toes curl as your eyes roll back into your head. “Make a mess all over me.” He’s babbling at this rate, praising everything you do while he rails you to the stars. “Pussy’s so good f’me. You’re so good f’me. Wanna stuff you to the brim. Wanna make you feel so good ’n comfy that you won’t need to lift a finger.”

You can only whimper in response to his praises. Your nails claw at his back while fruitlessly tugging at his leash. But a flimsy thing like that won’t hold either of you. If anything, it drives you even crazier for each other.

You could go on for hours, days, till the fucking room smells like you. Till the windows and mirrors fog. Till you milk him dry to the fuckin’ bone. Till you’re both so cockdrunk and pussydrunk that your names are the only things you can utter.

Not even a few seconds after Caleb loudly whines as another huge stuffing of hot cum fills you up good. His eyes cross as his tongue sticks right out, dripping saliva right into your mouth. Feeling so nasty yet so damn good, you take it all in, relishing in his taste.

“Fuck, wanna taste you—“ Using the remnants of his strength that didn’t go with his cum right into you, Caleb lifts you up into his arms with his cock still lodged inside. You swear it must have swollen up inside you. 

He drives his hips up into you, pushing his cock nice and hard and deep. “Spit into my mouth, baby.” He sticks his tongue out, almost wagging it for you like the tease he is. “Drip into my mouth.”

And who are you to refuse him of his desires? Not to mention, you’ve always had the desire to do it too. The only concern is how he expects you to do it while he fucks you both beyond the point of overstimulation.

But Caleb being Caleb always finds a way. He nips your squished titties, dragging a loud sultry moan out of your lips, bringing drool right out of your tongue and right into his waiting mouth. And that alone just makes him cum against, his cock strongly spurts his cum right into you as if he hasn’t done it twice already. 

You’re fucked through and through, almost limp in his embrace and yet still hungry for me. As his cock pumps his seed deep into you, he kisses you with praises of reverence and love.

“So good.” He babbles, tonguing the bell on your collar, whimpering with the soft jingles. “So fuckin’ good. ‘M not gonna stop. ‘M gonna fuck you good all night. Stuff you full of my cum. You want that, baby?”

You quickly nod, mumbling your yeses with hiccups and moans. There was no way you were going to stop at the rate you were going. Perhaps when the sun rises. Or when your injuries heal. You’re not complaining though. It’s not every day you get to have your boyfriend like this, and you plan to make the most of it.

caleb's making me too feral for my own good.

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PAIRINGS. . . rafayel x fem!reader

CW. . . smut, oral sex f! receiving, eater!rafayel

your thighs were already trembling, spread open, his palms wrapped firm around the backs of them to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

rafayel had been at it for a while now—slow, steady, relentless. not giving you even the hope of escape. his mouth worked like he was savoring something rare, tongue dragging up through your folds.

your hips tried to lift, but his hands held you down, fingers digging into your thighs in that sweet, possessive way.

lips still wrapped around your clit, his tongue flattened and he moved his head side to side—slowly. deliberately. his eyes stayed locked on yours, watching every twitch of your body, every stuttering breath you took, while he dragged his mouth across your cunt like he was making out with it. deep, thorough, wet, unholy.

you choked on a moan, hand flying to his hair, tugging hard—but he just groaned into you, smiling.

that wicked, smug, beautiful man.

“look at you,” he murmured against you, lips brushing your soaked flesh. “falling apart so pretty for me.”

you whimpered, back arching. “rafayel—please—”

he hummed low, tongue circling your clit now in slow, gentle swirls before flattening again. that same side to side motion. that maddening, perfect pressure.

and all the while—those eyes. watching you. glowing under the low light of his room, like he was drinking in every shiver, every helpless little moan, and filing it away for later.

you felt the orgasm before you could form the words. it rolled up hard and fast, crashing into you so violently that you couldn’t even warn him—all you could do was cry out, legs trembling, heels digging into the sheets as your body clenched.

rafayel didn’t stop.

he held you through it, kissing you softly through the aftershocks, licking slow, soothing stripes until your thighs stopped shaking. only then did he finally lift his head—mouth glistening.

“you always taste this good,” he said, voice low and warm, “or are you just sweeter for me?”

you tried to answer, but all that came out was a wrecked little breath.

he just smiled, leaned down to kiss your thigh, then your stomach, and kept moving—lazy, unhurried—until he was hovering over you, licking your taste from his lips.

“we’re far from done.” he whispered.

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i need someone to draw caleb as a HOCKEY PLAYER. you’re telling me NOBODY HAS THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE

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“So so cute, Sy.” You gush, taking in the giant man in front of you, reduced to nothing but a panting mess, pink tinge taking over his cheeks, ears, down his neck. Silver hairs slicked to his forehead as his pure, unadulterated need spread through him like a fever.

Giving you a sloppy, fucked out smile as he watches your fingers slip in and out of yourself, sinking as far forward as his restraints would allow, the antique chair squealing as he pulls against them. The sounds of your praises blending harmoniously with the squelches of slick pooling between your thighs, spilling onto his desk.

Truly, he could’ve broken out of the pretty pink bows rather easily, and you knew that. They were mostly there for decoration, to match the pretty pink one wrapped around his painfully hard cock.

But no, he loved this game. Truly loved being expertly handled by the woman he loved, loved being the only person who could bring out this wild, depravity nestled deep within you.

He whimpered and whined, to hell with pride. He was leaking more and more precum by the second, sliding down, down down his shaft and staining the pink ribbon. He needed to touch or be touched.

“Being so good f’me,” You coo, hooking your shoe under his seat and yanking it forward, bringing him mere inches away from your dripping heat, your candied smell bouncing back at him, “Would you like a taste, my love?”

Your smile is feral, lethal for Sylus. He almost dives in face first, but he knows better by now. He won’t be rewarded for taking instead of waiting to be given. He looks up at you, crimson eyes sending a silent plea your way before he can even open his mouth. That breathtaking flush creeping its way down his chest.

“Please, Kitten.” He purrs, though it comes out more as a choked whine as he watches your fingers slip out of you, covered in that honeyed arousal he craved oh so badly. He watches as you separate your fingers, gooey strings of slick like delicious little spiderwebs between them.

“Open.” And oh god, before you can even finish the second syllable his perfect mouth is granting you access, tongue lolling out so sluttily, so ready to savor whatever your so kind as to bestow unto him. And he’s smiling, a gone, pussy drunken smile, a small trickle of spittle beading from the corner of his mouth. The sight of him alone is almost enough to make you cum.

Your fingers prod into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Watching as his eyes roll back into his head, an overwhelming euphoria taking over as he’s latching onto your pretty little digits. You almost don’t believe it when you see his cock twitch, angry red tip spurting out that yummy white liquid you had been hoping he’d fuck into you.

His mouth still wrapped snugly around your fingers as he came, suckling to get every last drop of your essence, shooting him deeper into his undoing. Cum dripping down his toned stomach, down your forearms and soaking into that perfect patch of silver on his pubic bone.

He’s begging and pleading, wholly unsure of just what it is he was asking for, chest heaving with every shaky breath. You can’t help the sick sense of satisfaction swirling deep within your pussy belly.

“Looks like we’ll have to start your punishment from the beginning, huh?”

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i think the world needs more sub sylus <3 okay gn i gotta go be a barista at 6am.

xoxo

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titty fucker xavier

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hockey caleb

hockey caleb save me

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curious …

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rain’s embrace | 18+

pairing: caleb x mc

synopsis: rain’s embrace memory but make it nsfw

word count: 5.2k

cw: afab/fem!reader (she/her), established relationship, mc has stretch marks, some body worship (mc is insecure), cunnilingus, masturbation, riding, dom/sub dynamics, dry humping, orgasm denial, edging, no protection, creampie, cum eating

author’s note: first time posting smut... kinda nervous...

you stood at the top of the step ladder in your grandma’s attic, searching for an old photo album from high school. caleb was in the attic with you, helping you look, and making sure you didn’t fall down from the step ladder.

“caleb, did you find it?” you asked him as you rummaged through a box that had some old scrapbooks and yearbooks in it.

“nope. are you sure you didn’t lose it when you moved into your dorm?” caleb asked as he walked next to you. “you climbed up pretty high. don’t stumble and fall,” he warned.

“i just tried a box, but i still haven’t found it,” you sighed softly. you were beginning to feel defeated after searching for this stupid photo album for hours.

“why do you need our old high school photo album anyway?” caleb asked curiously. he leaned up against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

“planning get-togethers is tough after graduation. so i want to make a commemorative album,” you explained while continuing to search the old box.

“keep looking, then. and while you do that, i’m gonna flip through this notebook,” he said, looking at a plainly colored, light pink, hardback notebook. “hold on,” he chuckled as he read the title on it. “account book? since when did you keep a budget as a kid?” he laughed softly.

oh, god. that wasn’t an account book. it was the diary you kept when you two were kids. you’d developed a crush on caleb in high school but of course instead of telling him, you wrote about your feelings in your diary that was disguised as an account book. it was no longer a secret how you felt about him, considering you two were dating, but it would still feel embarrassing if he read your old entries.

“where did you get that?! you better not read it. give it to me!” you begged, the panic evident in your voice.

“why not though?” caleb stepped away from you and held the book above his head so you couldn’t reach it. “caleb!” you groaned as you reached for the book.

he opened the book, much to your demise, and began reading an entry. “dear diary,” he started in a high pitched voice, mocking you. “today caleb and i went to the movies. we saw a horror movie even though i hate them, because i wanted an excuse to hold caleb’s hand. i’m glad that the movie theater was dark the whole time because-” he was cut off when you reached too far and fell off of the step ladder.

caleb caught you when you fell, his arms wrapped around your waist. “i told you you’d fall,” he scolded you lightly. “you’re mean,” you murmured with a small pout on your face.

thunder rumbled outside and the rain splattered loudly against the attic’s skylight, causing both of you to turn your heads. “i guess a storm’s brewing,” you sighed, not wanting to give up your search just yet. “yeah, we should head back downstairs,” caleb nodded. he walked towards the attic door and twisted the door handle, only to find that the door was locked. “damn it…” he mumbled under his breath. “gran really needs to replace this lock,” he sighed before walking back to you. “where’s your phone?” he asked.

“i left it downstairs,” you recalled as you plopped down on the old leather couch. caleb began searching the old boxes for something, but you couldn't quite tell what it was he was looking for. “this attic and i just don’t get along. i always end up stuck in this place,” you recalled the last time you got locked in the attic, but that time you were by yourself. you were young and incredibly scared until caleb came to your rescue.

caleb had a knowing look on his face, but didn’t say anything about it. you quickly noticed it but kept it to yourself. “i think i remember there being some old wrenches in here,” he changed the subject as he looked through the miscellaneous items in the dusty box.

“well, worst-case scenario, grandma comes back tomorrow to save us,” you tried remaining optimistic despite everything. “i can’t wait that long,” caleb admitted. you glanced over at him, a hint of confusion on your face. “why are you more anxious than me? are you scared of the dark or something?” you teased him with a small smile.

“no, i just… i don’t want the same thing to happen to you again,” he explained with a shrug. it was touching, really, how caleb always went out of his way to protect you. even though you insisted you didn’t need him to protect you all the time, he did it anyway. you loved and hated it at the same time. “actually, i remember everything. even how… frustrated you were as you curled up in the corner. tears streamed down your face,” he recalled aloud.

“you don’t need to remember all those details…” you mumbled, your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment. “how are you holding up?” you changed the subject to avoid further embarrassment. “you finally got a break only to end up locked in the attic with me,” you said it like it was a bad thing, but in caleb’s eyes it was better than anything else you two could’ve been doing in that moment. the two of you lived busy lives and hardly ever got to spend any time alone together. he saw this more as an opportunity to spend some quality alone time with you.

“i wouldn’t think of it that way,” caleb chuckled softly, still in search of those old wrenches. “maybe i dragged you into some trouble before.”

you froze for a moment, trying to process what he just said. what did he mean he “dragged you into some trouble before”? was he the reason you were locked in the attic the first time…?

“what?” you asked, kneeling down next to him. caleb looked surprised that you got down on the dusty old floor with him. “when? you look me in the eyes and tell me. right now,” you demanded. caleb couldn’t deny how arousing it was whenever you got bossy like this, but he wasn’t going to mention it for now. he chuckled and turned to face you. “why do i need to do that? you got something in your eye?” he asked jokingly, but you weren’t having it. you were quick to lunge at him and straddle his lap, pinning him back against the leather couch. your arm pinned him down by his chest and he was gently grabbing at you in defeat. “okay, okay,” he laughed at your assertiveness. “so, maybe i was the reason you got locked in the attic back then,” he confessed. “what? how?” you asked.

“when we had just moved here, the bullies and i didn’t really get along, and one day they showed up at our doorstep,” he sounded slightly irritated by the memory, but continued anyway. “i was afraid they would try to mess with you, so i made an excuse to send you to the attic. you’d be safe there at least, and not anywhere near them,” his tone was protective as he spoke. he’d always been this way towards you but you didn’t realize just how protective he really was, even when you were kids. it felt like you two always belonged to each other, always belonged together.

“you actually locked me in the attic on purpose?” you asked, your finger gently poking his cheek and making him laugh a little. “don’t get the wrong idea, pipsqueak. i planned to let you out after i dealt with those guys, but i got carried away. they insisted i become their leader. we were walking around together,” he recalled, his hands finding their way to your waist and squeezing you gently.

“so, you decided to play with your new friends while I was locked in the attic?” you asked with raised eyebrows. your arms wrapped around his neck and you absentmindedly played with his hair while he continued to tell his side of the story.

“well, we ran into a group of kids from across the street. they were looking for trouble, so i took care of them,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “in other words, you locked me in the attic and then went off into battle?” you scoffed. “you don’t have to put it like that… i- i mean…” caleb was clearly a little flustered which made you smile to yourself.

“i could’ve joined the fight too, you know. i always have your back,” you insisted. you leaned in closer and rested your forehead against his, your noses brushing against each other. “why are you always down for a fight? i don’t think everyone dreams of brawling with their friends everyday,” he said playfully, his voice just barely above a whisper.

“that doesn’t mean i’ll lose! besides, you never let me try,” there was a hint of a whine in your stubborn voice as you pulled back to look at him again. “you’ve always treated me like a kid, but i’m an adult now! i can even beat up some of the boys during training,” caleb’s gaze left yours as you spoke. his expression and tone became more serious as he rebutted, “no matter how old you are, i’ll always look out for you. what if you get bullied? or what if there’s an emergency?” his tone made it seem like his word was final, but you were just as stubborn as he was, if not more.

as sweet as it was to have caleb want to protect you, you wanted to prove that you could protect yourself. it made you feel weak when he constantly hovered over you like this. “you’re underestimating me again. i don’t need you to protect me all the time.”

caleb was taken aback by your bold words. what did you mean you didn't need him to protect you? that was his role, right? that was the only thing he felt truly good at, it was how he showed you his love. it broke his heart to hear you say you no longer needed him to protect you from the harsh realities of the world, to keep you safe from danger like he did when you were kids. he tried not to let it show that he was hurt, but his poker face wasn’t very good. his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

noticing the hurt in his eyes, your expression softened. “baby, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it like that…” you apologized as you cupped his face in your hands. he continued to avoid your gaze, a small frown on his face. “please look at me,” you whispered and gently tilted his head towards you. once he looked at you, you smiled softly, your fingers brushing the hair out of his face. “there’s my pretty boy,” you cooed. you admired his perfect features for a moment before leaning in and kissing him apologetically. you were soft in the way you kissed him, but caleb returned the kiss in a more possessive manner. his grip on your waist tightened and the kiss quickly became more intense. it was clear he wanted to do more than just kiss, but you remembered that neither of you knew when josephine would return.

“caleb-” you were cut off with a soft sigh when he started kissing and nipping at your neck. “caleb,” you repeated his name, your tone slightly firmer this time, to which he hummed against your skin in acknowledgment. “gran could be coming home tonight,” you reminded him. you gasped softly at the feeling of him sucking on your neck. it was clear from the way he gripped your waist that he wasn’t letting you off the hook so easily tonight.

“then you’d better hope she doesn’t come back anytime soon,” he mumbled against your neck. his hands found their way under your skirt and possessively gripped your ass. you grabbed his chin and pulled him back in for a heated kiss, making him moan unapologetically against your lips. it wasn’t hard for caleb to turn you on, so you knew you were probably already soaked just from some kisses. he’d definitely tease you for it later, but he really had no right to do so, considering the fact that you could feel his boner poking your thigh.

you fully sat down on caleb’s lap while kissing him sloppily and started slowly grinding your clothed pussy against his hardened cock. he pulled back from the kiss and groaned, his head leaning against the seat of the old leather couch and his face contorted with pleasure. “baby- fuck…” he cursed breathlessly. your knees were starting to hurt from being pressed against the wooden floor of the attic, but you were so immersed in caleb that you didn’t care about the pain. “yeah? does that feel good?” you cooed with a smile. you felt satisfied knowing that he was enjoying this as much as you were. “yeah…” he sighed with a nod, his chest rising and falling as you continued grinding against him. his hands helped guide your movements but ultimately you were the one in control at the moment.

your movements became slightly faster and caleb’s breath hitched in his throat. a pathetic mix of a moan and a whine escaped him. “baby-” he whimpered as he opened his eyes and lifted his head to look up at you. oh, he’s so beautiful like this, you thought. his cheeks flushed, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with pleasure, his jaw hanging open. you wanted to keep him like this forever.

“i don’t- fuck- wanna cum yet,” he admitted, his voice slightly strained. it had been a while since you two had seen each other, which meant it had also been a while since you’d had sex. it made sense that he was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, but you still teased him for it. “already? but i’ve hardly done anything, sweet boy,” you cooed with feigned innocence. he groaned in response and firmly grabbed your hips, forcing you to stop for now. “i need you to sit on my face,” he said breathlessly. of course he wanted you to sit on his face, he loved it whenever you sat on his face.

you didn’t hesitate to stand up and remove your skirt and panties. once the pesky articles of clothing were tossed aside, you pressed your knees against the couch cushions and hovered over caleb’s face. he leaned his head back to look at you and moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy. he thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on, in every single way possible. in his eyes, you were perfect from head to toe.

caleb’s hands wandered up your bare thighs and encouraged you to sit down. of course you obliged, but you didn’t sit down completely. you were just barely hovering over his face out of fear that you would suffocate him, and caleb was having none of that. he gripped your thighs and pulled you down onto his face, making you gasp softly with surprise. he flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your pussy, making both of you moan.

sometimes, you thought caleb ate you out for his own pleasure rather than yours. the way he’d lap at your juices and suck on your clit made you see stars, but you’d swear he was enjoying it more than you with the way he moaned and looked up at you with a lustful gaze.

your hands gripped the back of the couch for support and you felt breathless with how good caleb was making you feel. you looked down at him and saw he was looking up at you, his face flushed from the heat between your legs. “fuck, caleb…” you moaned, one of your hands running though his hair.

his tongue prodded at your entrance and his nose bumped against your clit, making your breath hitch in your throat. you couldn’t control how loud your moans were becoming, and you were relieved that you two were home alone. you watched as caleb’s eyes closed, clearly enjoying fucking you with his tongue. the way your walls clenched around his tongue made him go crazy. he wished he could feel you clenching around his cock like that, but he was content like this for now.

your moans became more and more frequent and high pitched, a telltale sign that you were about to cum. caleb opened his eyes to look up at you again and admired how perfect you looked like this. you felt the heat in your stomach growing by the second, and you were right on the edge when he suddenly lifted you off of his face and forced you to hover over him rather than sit down. confused and slightly irritated, you looked down at him for an explanation. “what the fuck?” you asked him impatiently.

“you said you don’t need me, right? go on, finish by yourself,” caleb challenged. you rolled your eyes at him. he was being ridiculous. “you can’t be serious,” you groaned. “oh, i’m very serious. i’m not going to be the one to make you cum. you said it yourself, you don’t need me,” he repeated. he was being petty at this point. he knew damn well you struggled to get off without his help, and that’s exactly why he was doing this. you tried to sit back down on his face but his grip on you was firm and he was quite strong. “i’m not going to tell you again,” he threatened.

you knew what he wanted. he wanted you to tell him you needed him, but you were stubborn and you weren’t going to give in quite so easily. there were occasions where you did make yourself cum without his help, but it was rare. you were stubborn enough to push your luck in that moment and prove to caleb that you didn’t need him to make you cum.

your dominant hand found its way between your legs and you gathered your wetness on your fingers. your movements were slow at first, the tips of your fingers circling around your clit, before you started stimulating yourself properly. you let out soft moans as you pleasured yourself with caleb watching from below.

after a few minutes, you started getting frustrated. you were right on the edge, you could feel it, but you knew you weren’t going to cum like this anytime soon. you looked down at caleb, who was looking back up at you with a smirk.

“seriously, this is stupid,” you whined. “i would love to help you, baby, but you told me you don’t need it…” he cooed innocently. you groaned as you continued trying several different ways to make yourself cum. you tried playing with your clit slowly, you tried speeding up, you even tried fingering yourself but to no avail.

caleb could see the frustration on your face, and he was beginning to feel triumphant, knowing you would give in before too long. “give up yet?” he asked with a small smirk.

“caleb, please, i’m sorry…” you apologized as you looked down at him. “you know that’s not what I want to hear,” he hummed, his eyebrows raised expectingly. you huffed, feeling defeated. “fine… i do need you, baby, i’m sorry… i do need you, please just help me cum,” you finally gave into him and gave him what he wanted. “that’s a good girl,” he hummed with a smile.

he pulled you back down on his face and got back to work, the feeling of his tongue and lips on your pussy making you shiver and moan loudly. his lips wrapped around your swollen clit and he started sucking gently, and you swore you felt the wind get knocked out of you. it didn't take much longer before you were cumming with a gasp followed by a series of loud moans. caleb couldn't help but moan with you as you came on his face, your cum dripping down his chin. he helped you ride out your high until your legs were shaking and you ran your fingers through his hair, silently asking him to stop. he licked your cum up from your pussy before letting you dismount his face.

“was that so hard?” he asked playfully as you sat down on the couch. “you’re the worst…” you mumbled, watching as he rose to his feet and joined you on the couch. he wiped your essence off of his lips and chin with the back of his hand before pulling you in and kissing you on the lips with a soft hum. he maneuvered you so that you were straddling his lap again as he continued kissing you.

your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands found their way to your waist. he gently pushed up your shirt, a silent request for you to take it off. you pulled back from the kiss only for a moment to discard your shirt and toss it on the attic floor. you leaned in to kiss him again but he stopped you and looked down at your almost-naked body. all that remained at this point was your bra. “let me look at you,” he mumbled as he ran his hands up your sides, causing you to shiver.

caleb’s hands wandered towards your back and went to the hook of your bra. with practiced ease, he unhooked it and tugged the straps off of your shoulders. you let the garment fall off of you and tossed it aside, watching caleb’s expression the whole time.

you couldn’t help but feel flustered at the way he stared at your naked body. it’s true he’d seen you naked more times than either of you could remember, but having him stare at you unabashedly like this always made you feel shy. his fingertips lightly traced over the stretch marks on your stomach and your breath hitched in your throat. “caleb…” you mumbled his name. he didn’t bother looking up at you when you said his name. he was too enamored with the perfectly sculpted body in his lap.

“you are perfect, baby. you know that?” caleb whispered softly. he didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was leaning in and kissing your chest. he was slow and deliberate with his kisses, wanting to be sure that you felt loved and appreciated. he left a few light hickeys along your chest, knowing that only the two of you would be able to see them. caleb was so hard at this point it was honestly painful, but he could wait a few more minutes if it meant making his favorite girl feel beautiful. he made sure to kiss every “flaw” you thought you had. they weren’t flaws to him, though. in his eyes, they added to your beauty, to your perfection.

caleb kissed along your breasts and captured your right nipple in his mouth. you gasped as he gently sucked on it and lightly pinched the other one with his free hand. you threaded your fingers through his hair and arched your back ever so slightly, making it easier for him to access your chest. he alternated between your nipples, making sure both of them received an equal amount of love and attention.

you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him inside of you. “i need to ride you. like, right now,” you said desperately with a groan. caleb couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperation, but who was he to refuse you when you looked so pretty on top of him like this? “alright, pretty girl,” he hummed, giving into your demand. he was quick to remove his shirt while you unbuttoned his pants and helped him strip. he tossed his shirt aside and lifted his hips, to which you pulled down his pants and his boxers.

once he was completely naked, you couldn’t help but stare at his cock. it was rock hard and so red you knew he must be in pain. feeling bad for him, you didn’t delay any longer. you gently grabbed his hard-on and aligned it with your entrance. the feeling of your wet folds against his tip made him groan and close his eyes for a moment. his hands rested on your waist as you slowly descended onto his length, and caleb swore he could cum right then and there.

you grunted softly as he bottomed out. it had been so long since you two had sex, and he was so big, you needed a second to adjust to his size. you looked down at him and admired the way he looked with his head thrown back on the couch, his cheeks a little pink, his mouth slightly agape. you leaned in and kissed his jawline, trailing down his neck and making him shiver.

once you adjusted to his size, you lifted your hips and slowly descended onto his cock again. caleb couldn’t help but let out a guttural groan, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. you gently grabbed his face with one hand and kissed him lovingly, moaning into his mouth whenever his cock rubbed up against your g-spot.

caleb felt like he was drunk off of the feeling of being inside of you again after so long. the way your walls clenched around him, sucking him back in over and over again, like you were made for him. he mentally vowed to never go this long without fucking you again.

you pulled back from the kiss and buried your face in his neck, moaning into his ear. as you gradually sped up your movements, caleb was beginning to whimper pathetically while babbling about how tight you were and how good you felt wrapped around his cock. “fuck- you feel so good, you’re so perfect, baby… i love you so much,” he whined softly. eventually, your movements got a little faster, and the sound of your skin slapping against his could be heard throughout the attic.

it didn’t take very long for caleb’s cock to twitch, signaling that he was going to cum. he was trying so hard to hold back because he wanted his consent to finish inside of you. “i’m- please, baby- can i-” he grunted, his voice slightly strained. you understood what he was asking for and nodded, giving him permission to cum inside of you. “go ahead, sweetheart,” you said after kissing below his ear.

only a few seconds passed before caleb was groaning loudly, his head thrown back in bliss on the back of the couch as hot ropes of cum coated your insides. you couldn’t help but moan into his neck at the feeling. you gradually slowed your movements to a halt, and heard him hiccup softly. is he… crying? you thought to yourself.

you lifted your head and saw tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, your expression softening at the sight. “what’s wrong, my love? are you okay?” you asked with concern as you wiped the tears from his face. he nodded, his eyes closed as he continued to cry a little. you gently cupped his cheeks and looked down at him as you spoke. “baby, talk to me,” you encouraged him.

caleb sniffled and opened his eyes before speaking up. “i’m okay… i just… i love you so much,” he whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. your heart swelled at his confession and you couldn’t help but coo at him. “my sweet boy…” you said softly with a smile. you leaned in and kissed him lovingly on the lips, and caleb returned the kiss with an equal amount of passion. “you’re just so full of love, huh?” you teased him with a smile after pulling back slightly. he nodded in response and sniffled before taking a deep breath.

“it’s been so long since i last saw you,” caleb mumbled an explanation. you thought he was so sweet like this, all emotional because he loves you so much. “i know,” you hummed softly, “but we’ll have all night tonight and all day tomorrow to be with each other.”

caleb nodded in response and sighed softly, his body relaxing beneath you. you slowly pulled him out of you, eliciting a soft grunt from both of you, and watched as your combined cum leaked out of you. “oh shit,” you mumbled while catching the fluids on your fingers.

you didn’t want to make a mess on your grandma’s couch, but you also didn’t have anything to wipe the cum off with. caleb took your fingers and put them in his mouth, gently sucking the cum off of them. he looked so pathetic, yet so pretty like this, with tear stains on his flushed cheeks and your fingers in his mouth.

once your fingers were clean, caleb pulled back, releasing them with a soft pop. you smiled down at him and leaned in to kiss him on the lips again. you couldn’t help but hum at the taste of your cum mixed with his on his lips. “i love you,” you mumbled against his lips. he smiled into the kisses and pulled you impossibly closer. “i love you more,” he said with a smile.

once you two were cleaned up and fully dressed again, you laid together on the couch. caleb was on his back holding you while you laid on top of him, your head tucked under his chin.

“hey, pipsqueak,” he spoke up after a few moments of silence. “hm?” you hummed in response, not bothering to lift your head to look at him. “did you really have a crush on me in high school?” he asked with a playful smile. your face heated up when you remembered he’d read one of your diary entries earlier. you lightly hit his chest, making him laugh. “it was a genuine question!” he said defensively.

“…so what if i did?” you asked in response. caleb couldn’t help but laugh at how shy you were acting. “oh, come on, don’t be like that. with the shit we just did, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about having a crush on me in high school,” he teased you. you hid your face in his chest in embarrassment. “shut up…” you mumbled.

he laughed at you again, thoroughly amused by your embarrassment. “if it makes you feel any better, i had a crush on you too,” he admitted.

you perked up and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “you did? …you’re not just saying that, right?” you asked suspiciously. “no, of course not. why would i lie to you?” he chuckled at your suspicion. “to make me feel better, i dunno,” you shrugged and laid your head on his chest again.

the two of you cuddled on the couch in a comfortable silence until you both drifted off to sleep. the sound of his heartbeat beneath you was a comforting reminder that he was here with you. caleb could sleep easily, too, knowing that you were right where you belonged; in his arms.

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Contact High

HAII this is my first time trying creative writing so i apolgize for the pacing i tried my best so pls be nice!!

Tags: College AU!, Caleb x fem!reader, comfort fic, possessive thoughts, drug use, swearing, smut!!

(also let me know if there are any other tags I should add!!) and the playlist is a lil something i put tg and listened to while writing!!

12:47 a.m. That’s what the clock reads when I finally look up from my phone. First night of spring break, and I’ve spent it bedrotting and doomscrolling instead of studying—fully aware exam season is lurking just around the corner.

I sigh, peeling myself off the bed, and wander downstairs for a glass of water. That’s when I saw him.

Through the kitchen window above the sink, out on the back patio deck, sits Caleb. A black hoodie pulled low over his head, his face dimly lit by the flicker of a lighter as he shields the flame from the late March breeze. A blunt rests between his lips.

My Caleb.

He’s smoking? Since when does he do that? Is this his first time?

He checks his phone absentmindedly, the glow illuminating the underside of his face. For a second, I just watch him; at least 3 minutes pass like that, with me watching him scroll through whatever has his attention on his phone, smoking like it’s just another night. All I can wonder is, how long has he been smoking? When did he start smoking? Who taught him how to roll a blunt? The thought of him smoking out girls at parties or in his dorm at the DAA creeps into my mind.

I forcefully slide the back patio door open, suddenly feeling enraged by my own thoughts. Caleb jumps a little, surprised by the noise, and sees me standing there. He gives me a look of a kid who just got caught doing something they aren't supposed to.

"Shit, Pipsqueak, you scared me," he says with a smile tugging at his lips, and sets the blunt down onto the ashtray in front of him. "Since when do you smoke?" I say, pulling his hood down and crossing my arms, the irritation in my voice undeniable. “Why are you mad?” Caleb asks, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his lap. He smells like weed and cologne, his eyes red and his lids heavy from the high. "`You ask like I just committed a crime," answering my previous question. "I don’t do it that often, just… when my brain won’t shut up," he continues.

"So you're out here smoking alone? And what's keeping your mind racing this late anyway?" My eyes flicker to his phone; I can’t help but wonder if someone at school—a girl— is influencing my Caleb.

“Pipsqueak, relax,” he says, voice low. He seems to pick up on it immediately. He always does; Caleb could always just read me like that. He runs a hand slowly down my leg like he’s trying to calm whatever displeasing thoughts were buzzing under my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Yeah, uh… guess I didn’t expect to get caught by you, of all people." He scratches his head a bit, clearly trying to play it off, but embarrassed from being caught red-handed. "So you are embarrassed." Unable to resist teasing him in a state like this. “A little." He says, tips of his ears visibly red, "I mean—you’re like the one person I didn’t wanna see me like this.”

A dull pang of guilt settles in my chest.

He didn’t say it in a way that was defensive or ashamed—just honest. Like he really cared what I thought. And for some reason, that hits me harder than I expect.

“Why won’t you try taking a hit? It’ll be fun,” he suggests, leaning in a little, eyes still low. “Let me show you how to let go for a second."

It wouldn't kill me to try it once, right? Plus, I'm with Caleb, and he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.

Sensing I’m close to giving in, he grins just a bit wider. “There she is,” he murmurs, reaching for the blunt. He relights it, it had gone out sitting untouched in the ashtray—and brings it to my lips.

“Just breathe in slowly,” he says softly. “I got you.” The first inhale burns. I cough—hard. Caleb lets out a quiet laugh, clearly amused. “Damn, Pipsqueak,” He pats my back, his palm warm through the thin fabric of my shirt "I didn't think you'd hit it that hard" "Holy shit, do you get use to that?' I asked in between smaller coughs. Lungs still stinging from the smoke, his touch lingers, his hand gently rubbing in slow circles. Comforting. Casual. Except it’s not, not to me. "Eventually," He says

Goosebumps race down my spine as he takes the blunt back, fingers twisting the ends of my hair—almost absentminded. The closeness wouldn’t usually faze me, but it feels different now. Caleb takes another hit and turns his head away to not blow the smoke in my face.

Maybe it’s how his shoulders have filled out in the past year. Or maybe it’s Tara, my dormmate, constantly pestering me about how I need to catch a dick.

She was always saying things like, "How have you been living with a guy that hot and haven't jumped him in the laundry room already?" I always rolled my eyes, swore it wasn’t like that. But now?

Now he's sitting here with smoke curling out of his lips, his hoodie riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin and the faint line of his happy trail disappearing beneath his waistband, twisting my hair between his fingers like it’s a habit, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. And now I can’t stop noticing how his hand looks resting on my thigh—bigger, steady, and familiar, but not in the way it used to be.

I can feel my heart start to race after this realization, but I'll blame it on the THC entering my bloodstream before I acknowledge my attraction to my childhood best friend. “You’ve changed,” I mumble before I can stop myself.

Caleb raises a brow, exhaling smoke as he glances over at me. “That a good thing or a bad thing?” "I don't know," I admit, a bit too honestly. He gives me a look I can't quite decipher. "Tara's been getting to you, hasn't she?" My head shoots up to give him a look. “Shut up.” “I’m right, though,” he grins, all smug and a little too satisfied with himself. “She’s been planting ideas in that pretty head of yours.” His hand trails up from my back to massage my neck as he offers the blunt back to me.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I take it from him and confidently take another hit. He laughs softly, eyes still on me. “Look at you, getting high with me on the back porch like we’re in a coming-of-age movie.” I look away, trying to hide the blush that found its way to my face, but he can feel the heat creep up my neck anyway.

His fingers find the ends of my hair again, rolling a curl around his knuckle. This used to feel safe. Simple. But now... with his thigh pressed against mine and that look in his eyes...

I feel a heat start to build between my legs, and I shift awkwardly, squeezing them together in a weak attempt to ease the tension. Sitting in Caleb’s lap definitely isn’t helping physically or otherwise. He picks up on this, too. "Are you uncomfortable?" voice low but cautious, like he’s not sure if he should move or stay perfectly still.

“No,” I say, maybe too quickly. “just... adjusting.” He raises a brow “adjusting, huh?” “Don’t start,” I mumble, face flushed. He chuckles under his breath, teasing me. His hand settles lightly on my hips, fingers flexing just a little like he’s testing the waters.

“I mean if you wanna get up,” he says, quieter now. “You can.”

I don’t move. “You want me to?” I ask, in almost a whisper. His grip on my hips tightens just slightly—not enough to hold me there, but enough to say I don’t want you to. “No,” he says finally, voice rougher than before. “Not really.”

He takes another hit from the blunt—just a stub now—and something reckless stirs in me, probably fueled by my high or my jealousy issues. Or maybe it's the way I’m suddenly aching, clenching my thighs against the growing tension low in my belly.

Before I can even process it, I shift to straddle Caleb, now fully facing him, heart pounding in my throat. I can feel him—his clothed erection brushing perfectly against my core, sending a sharp wave of heat through me.

“Shit,” he mutters, his hand instinctively moving to my thighs. “What're you doing, Pipsqueak?” I don’t give an answer, I just reach for the blunt, and bring it to my lips. One long, slow inhale.

His eyes go wide, pupils blown and glossy. “Fuckk,” he breathes. And before he can say anything else, I cup his face in my hands, leaning in, and exhaling the smoke into his mouth, lips barely brushing. Caleb inhales the smoke like it’s second nature.

His hands slide higher, gripping my hips firmly, and he pulls me down against him—my whole body pulses at the contact, heart thudding so loud now I’m sure he can hear it.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice raspy from the smoke. “You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.” I bridge the gap between our lips and kiss him passionately, throwing my arms around his neck to pull us closer together. The blunt falls somewhere forgotten behind me as I grip his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered.

His lips are warm and a little dry from the blunt, and I can still taste the smoke on his lips. Caleb makes a soft sound in his throat, almost like a groan, and pulls me in tighter. His fingers dig into my hips, not hard, just enough to ground us both like he needs proof this is really happening. I feel the muscles in his thighs tense beneath me, feel the way his body presses up into mine.

The high makes everything feel softer but heavier. More intense. I can’t even tell if I’m breathing too fast or not at all.

His lips leave mine only to trail kisses along my jaw, then lower, stopping to whisper against my neck, “You’re driving me insane, Pipsqueak.”

Good.

If I could climb inside his skin, I would. I love that no one else gets to see this version of Caleb—the real him—the Caleb who laughs when I say something dumb, the Caleb who treats every bump and bruise like he’s my personal doctor. The one who lets me crawl into his bed after a nightmare and never says a word about it the next morning. The one that’s mine, even if neither of us has said it out loud..

Dragging him impossibly closer as I kiss him deeper, rougher, until our teeth bump and his breath shudders against my lips. His tongue slides against mine, and I groan into his.

I grind against him again, slowly, deliberately. Feeling just how hard he is, cock barely restrained by the thin fabric of his basketball shorts. Caleb's hands find their way under my shirt now, cupping my breast, and I arch into him shamelessly. His thumbs brush across my nipples a few times, now stiff under his fingers. I bite back a gasp, burying my face into his neck. The scent of smoke and skin feeling familiar and dizzying all at once.

“You feel so fucking good, baby” he mutters, voice rough and half-broken, and I can feel the tension in him—he’s holding himself back. His hands move down, gripping my ass, guiding me to rock against him again. Faster this time. Harder. “You don’t even know,” he says, the words thick with need.

I smile, just barely, drunk on power and weed and him. “Then show me.” He kisses me again, my hips rolling on instinct, chasing the friction that has my head spinning and my toes curling.

Neither of us says a word, but everything is loud—the sound of our breath, the low hum of music still leaking from his phone speaker, the rustle of fabric, the creak of the patio chair beneath us.

Every time his hips push up to meet mine, it gets harder to stay quiet. He drags my shirt higher, mouthing at my collarbone, then lower, lips grazing the top of my chest, leaving heat in his wake, he groans into my skin.

“You’re mine,” I whisper without meaning to.

Caleb pauses for just a second, breathing hard against my chest. “Yours,” he repeats, voice rough and low. “All fucking yours.”

My breath hitches, the words settling deep inside, and I kiss him again. ike I’m trying to brand the taste of him into my mouth. Our rhythm slips into something more desperate, more frantic. My hips grind down harder, slower, dragging out the friction that’s quickly unraveling me. His cock presses up, stiff and hot through his shorts, perfectly aligned against the ache between my thighs

Caleb’s hands slip beneath my ass, kneading the soft flesh, using his grip to control the movement—rolling his hips up to meet every grind of mine. I moan into his mouth before I can stop myself, and he swallows the sound like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Fuck, Pipsqueak,” he breathes against my lips, voice wrecked and loving. “You’re so wet—I can feel you through everything.”

“You gonna come like this?” he whispers, lips brushing mine. “Right here, on my lap, just from grinding on me?”

I nod, barely managing the motion, my whole body trembling with how close I am. “Caleb—” I gasp, digging my fingers into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor me.

“I got you,” he says, holding me tighter, pressing his forehead to mine again. “I’ve always got you.”

I roll my hips once more, and everything in me goes white-hot, crashing and clenching around nothing but need. I moan into his neck as the orgasm rolls over me, wracking my body with shivers and aftershocks.

Caleb holds me through it, never letting go, murmuring something against my temple—something I can’t quite hear over the pounding in my chest, but I feel it. Every word. Every touch.

When I finally come down, still trembling in his lap, he pulls me close, pressing a lazy kiss to my cheek. His hand strokes my back in slow, steady circles, grounding me again.

“You’re really not getting up now,” he says with a crooked grin, voice hoarse and smug.

And I don’t want to.

Not tonight. Not ever.

[xiasgf]

unexpected visit ⁘ sylus

·······•✦ description: In which: Your unexpected visit to Sylus' penthouse reveals a side of him you never knew, a side that he wished to always keep hidden because he was a monster. At least, that's what he told himself. But you never thought of him that way, and you want to prove it.

·······•✦ pairing: dragon!sylus x afab!reader ·······•✦ word count: 3.1k ·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff ·······•✦ general tags: Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, Walking In On Someone, Dragon!Sylus, Well more like Hybrid, Mentions of his lore, Body Worship, Established Relationship, Horns, Grinding, Cowgirl Position, Missionary Position, Voice Kink, Praise Kink, Words of Affirmation, Horns as Handlebars, Mentions of Aftercare, Creampie, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, POV Second Person, No use of y/n

·······•✦ posted on: ao3

You never thought it would be possible to sneak up on the famed Onychinus boss… His guard was completely down, back turned to the doorway as you pushed it open with a slow hand. His scales glittered a beautiful black with an undertone of red under the lights of his bedr-

Scales? 

The gasp you let out alerted Sylus, and then you caught sight of his blazing red eyes. They seemed brighter than normal, matching the intense red crackling beneath the surface of the black scales. It was only but a moment that you saw the adornments along his spine before his bare chest was in your vision.

You had seen him shirtless many times, touched along the warm skin from above and below, but the way your jaw dropped slightly sent a shiver through Sylus’ spine. A hint of fear edged into his vision, his throat bobbling with unspoken words. 

It took only a quick clear of his throat for him to steel his expression, lips curling into a smirk. Though the look in his eyes gave away the hint of nervousness. He could hide himself again, but it was painful. Retracting his scales and horns took energy, something he had learned how to do over millennia. 

“I didn’t-” he cleared his throat again, legs carrying him until he was almost right in front of you, “expect you this early, sweetie.” His words stuttered slightly, the divet between his pecs throbbing slightly. Even though he didn’t want to remember, his body remembered…

“I was eager to see you.” The smile on your face was genuine, eyes sparkling under the dim light of his bedroom. “I am eager to see you.” There was a beat of silence, and then you danced your fingers up his arm, wrapping it around his neck. “Do you want to tell me?” 

The softness conveyed everything you needed to say. It’s okay if you don’t want to say anything. Your eyes gazed into his, seeing the raging inferno calm into a gentle bonfire. There was no fear in your irises, only the love that you had harbored for so long. 

“It’s just…” He sighed, his eyes flickering down to your lips as he gripped your waist. His touch seared into your skin, and you swore you could see his silver hair twisting into tiny horns. “I’m a monster, sweetie. I have horns and scales. It’s a sight for sore eyes.” 

“Can I see them?” Ignoring his words to tear himself down, you ran your fingers through his hair. The unmistakable hitch in his breath gave him away. “The horns… And the scales.” 

The tips of your fingers danced between his shoulder blades, edging along a hard shell almost as if you were touching bone. It was interesting, the way the hardness seemed soft in its own way. Armor guarding him from harm. 

There was a hesitation in his eyes, his smirk still plastered on his face. The chuckle he let out was soft, and in the small space between you, his warmth wrapped around you. He trusted you with every ounce of his soul, but he also knew how others looked at him. You, however, weren’t like the others. You never were.

“Are you sure?” He sighed, eyes closing as your fingers delivered a gentle massage to his shoulders. The reminders of the wings he once had, the freedom he experienced kissing the mountaintops with you in his arms… He missed it. “Once you see me like that, you can’t go back.” 

With a chuckle, you brought him down to press a kiss to his lips. It was chaste, your mouths slotting together perfectly before you pulled away just enough to speak. With your nose brushing his, you smiled. 

“I’ll love you in every form.” The hand on the back of his neck moved to his jaw, your thumb tracing his cheekbone. “I fell in love with your soul. Your looks are just a bonus.” 

A true laugh burst out from his chest, eyes crinkling shut for a moment. His hands settled on your hips, his grip tight as if he didn’t want to let you go. It was impossible to let you go. To let you go would be to lose a part of himself. His heart soared at your words, knowing you felt the same connection. You remembered the same connection. Even if your brain didn’t, your heart did. 

“Well, I’m glad you at least like my looks.” The smile faded just a bit, his eyes flickering between yours before capturing your lips in another kiss. That one was more intense than the last but not overwhelming. His deep breaths filled his lungs, groaning into your mouth as he pulled you closer. 

When he parted, he kissed the edges of your lips, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’ve already seen my back. I guess it’s time for you to see it all.”

Stepping back, there was a silence as he turned away from you. The scales were the same black color, with a soft glisten under the light. Beneath them, a light red glow had the skin around it bathed in a hue. 

Then, those same scales spread across his wide shoulders. It was like a suit of armor settling on his body, the outline intriguing and beautiful at the same time. They went down his arms but stopped at his fingers. 

Before you could ask if he had claws, you gasped as you looked up at him. Very noticeable dark horns sprouted up from his silver hair. It framed his face, and you knew to others it would be scary, but you were excited. Yes, he was different, but he was still the attractive Sylus you met and fell for. 

“So, do you think I’m a mon- mmph!”

You cut off his question with a kiss. It was desire-filled and desperate, wanting to assure him that you loved him. You still wanted him, even after seeing that. As if it were an ultimatum. Your steps pushed him back until he hit the bed, sitting down. 

“Sit against the headboard.” You said, watching as he settled on the sheets. The grey sweatpants were low on his hips, giving you a peek at the small trail of hair from his navel. His hair was disheveled, and his chest was flushed dark. 

Wide eyes watched you strip down to your underwear, climbing onto the bed and situating yourself in his lap. You wanted him, but you also wanted to make sure he knew how much you loved him. 

“Can I touch you?” Your hands hovered over his arms, feeling heat radiating from the dark adornments. 

“Yes, please.” It was a whisper of a response, his eyes locked onto your face. Oh, how he itched to read your expression. He was normally so in tune with your body, but the way you gazed at his horns and the scales, he wasn’t sure whether to smile or cry. 

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, and heat immediately seared into your skin. He was hot, in the literal sense, but it didn’t hurt. If anything, it only added to the intensity of the warmth inside you—a fire that burned eternally, only stoked by the raging heat from your lover beneath you. 

“Sweetie,” He started, his muscles flexing as you traced the line of scales. They were surprisingly nice to touch, gliding along each one until you reached his shoulders. It was reminiscent of wings, and while you wanted to prod more with questions, you settled on silence. “I need you.” 

“You’re not a monster, Sylus.” His statement caused your hips to stutter against his, the bulge pressing against your core only covered by your panties. The silver hair was soft under your fingers, and you massaged his scalp until you touched the hard, bone-like horns. 

His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he fought back a groan. The grip he had on your hips tightened, pinky fingers slipping under the waistband of your underwear. He was desperate, but he also wanted to let you speak. 

“Sensitive?” You teased, wrapping your hand around one of his horns. It was a lewd image, one that had your body trembling. A small surge of electricity shot through you, and you leaned down, your clothed breasts flattening against him. He could feel your hard nipples through the padding, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Y-” he swallowed again, his ears flushing deeper red as he tried to collect his thoughts. “Yes…” 

Another groan - louder and slightly higher pitched - fell from his lips, eyes closing. If it weren’t for the hold on his horn, his head would have his the wall behind him. But you held on, tightening your grip. To see him so vulnerable, so pliant under your hands as he bared his soul to you…

Your lips found his in a messy kiss, head tilting to deepen it. Tongues danced to their own rhythm, and your hips did the same. Grinding down on his lap, then nipping at his bottom lip… It was an art to the way you kissed him. It all came naturally, as if you had been doing it for centuries. 

A hand pushed down Sylus’ sweatpants, freeing his leaking cock that had already dampened the fabric. That own hand also moved your panties to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to the cool air. Sylus groaned into your mouth, guiding his tip along your folds. 

Your whimper was caught in his throat, knees pushing you up until his head was nestled right inside your entrance. The stretch was delicious already, feeling yourself accommodate his thickness. With a hand on his horn and the other on the warm scales of his shoulder, you let yourself sink down. 

Both of you moaned at the intensity, his hips sitting flush against yours. His cock twitched with each slow graze of his scales or horns, fingers threading through his hair and dancing between the dark protrusions. 

“I love you so much, beautiful.” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. It wasn’t just a statement for the moment, the way his cock buried so deep inside you, tightening around him with each pulse of your pussy. The statement was meant for every single moment for the rest of his life. 

“I love you too, Sylus.” Your hips shifted, body stuttering as his cock pressed against the most sensitive spot inside you. “So much… So, so much.” 

Each movement sent shocks running through both of you. With your hands anchored on his shoulders, the thick vein of his cock dragged along your walls as you rode him. It was slow and intimate, eyes locked on each other. 

Questions popped up, but were immediately wiped away with the desperate rutting on his cock. That could wait until you were finished. Literally. Now, all you needed was Sylus to know how much you loved him. 

“You’re so - ah - hot,” you whined, bouncing faster on him. Each time you clenched your pussy around his cock, his hips bucked, pushing himself deeper and deeper. He was uncontrollable, like he was in heat and just needing release. “You’re still, fuck, Sylus.”

Just Sylus… 

He was just Sylus.

Sylus’ hands pressed against your back, holding you closer to him. With his feet planted on the bed, he turned onto his side and then, eventually, let you rest comfortably against the sheets. His body enveloped yours, cock still nestled inside you.

With the new position, he struggled to get rid of his sweatpants, eventually taking them off and throwing them to the side. His hands held your waist with a tender touch, his eyes roaming over your body before settling on your face. When he spoke again, it was with a gentle voice. 

“Panties off?” That would mean he would have to pull out, and while he was desperate to stay buried inside your tight heat, he would do whatever you asked. 

“Just fuck me, Sylus.” As soon as he leaned down to capture your lips, you ran a hand through his hair, gliding your fingers along his horn while the other pressed between his shoulder blades. 

It was like his spine was stronger, harder beneath your fingertips. You wondered what it would be like to give him a massage, touching along every small scale that decorated the wide expanse of his back. 

Sylus’ hips continued their slow rolls, teasing you with just enough to have cut-up moans echoing from your lips while not enough to bring you one step closer to ecstasy. In truth, Sylus loved hearing your voice; the poetic way you strung together your words sounded like a symphony to him every time. 

“Keep talking,” he said, the sentence halfway between a command and a plea. His whole body was hot, molten lava bubbling in his chest, and he could almost feel the pulsing of the ruby that was once laid between his pecs. 

“Fuck, o-okay,” swallowing the lump in your throst, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Low whimpers came each time he touched a new part of your body. 

“I love the - hhng - way you t-tou-ch me.” his left hand gripped your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. 

Despite the bursts of pleasure, you continued. “Love your - ah - horns… How - fuck - sens-itive you ah are,” you could barely keep your eyes open, your pupils halfway obscured by your eyelashes. 

Sylus picked up his pace, his right hand pressing against your lower abdomen. He could feel each thrust of his cock, his tip kissing his palm. The only wall between the two is the flesh of your stomach. 

“Keep - ah fuck - going,” Sylus breathed out, leaning his body down so he could press a kiss to your lips. You were irresistible to him. He would never get tired of seeing you, hearing you, feeling you, tasting you. 

“You- are- not- a- monster-” each of your words was cut off with a moan, his hips clapping against yours. Your breath mingled with his, noses brushing together as you stared into each other’s eyes. 

His eyes were the windows to his soul, which was yours. Everything of his was yours. Every material thing, every emotional thing, every spiritual thing. Anything that had his name on it was also yours. No question. 

“Your eyes are—ah—gorgeous,” it was a ghost of a whisper, your lips finding his in a clash of tongue and teeth. The kiss wasn’t even an actual kiss, just a desperate attempt to get even closer to one another. 

His cock throbbed, twitching inside you with each compliment that came from your heart. You meant every word… You knew that. Sylus knew that. He gave you his everything, and you did the same in return. Though he would never ask anything of you.

Sylus was content being alone, knowing he would never find you again, but fate has a way of reconnecting two lost souls. Just as you did before, you thundered your way into his life, showing him his true purpose. 

He felt it in every tender love-making session in bed, and the feral fucking that happened in bathrooms or his car. There was love in fucking and there was also carnal desire in affection. You were the balances that forced the other to a happy medium. Two sides of the same coin and owners of each others’ soul. 

“You’re gorgeous.” He panted, thumb finding your clit and rubbing quick circles. “So- so- gorgeous.” As you tightened around him, his hips stuttered, the heat surrounding him and filling every ounce of his being becoming too much. 

Your hips bucked up to meet his, finding the right amount of friction as he repeated the word gorgeous against your lips. He would never miss the chance to shower you in compliments, making sure you knew just how perfect you were. 

“Is my pretty girl gonna - ha - cum for me?” The hand not stroking your clit held the back of your neck, his lips slotting perfectly against yours. 

He knew you were getting close. He was more attuned to your body than anything else. Your rhythm, your touch, every bump and dip in your skin. If all his senses were taken away from him, he would still be able to feel your presence. His soul was at peace when you were around. 

“Yes, fuck… Yes.” You panted, eyes threatening to close. Each time you blinked slowly, he pinched your clit, pulling whine after whine from your lips. “God, Sylus.” 

“Say my name, pretty girl.” He purred, his eyes locked on yours as he pistoned his cock right against your sweet spot. Stars danced behind your eyes, jaw stuck open in a perpetual moan that was stuttered with each thrust. 

“Sy- ah- Sylus!” 

Your high crashed over you before you could say anything else, legs locking around his waist. Each wave of pleasure caused your pussy to pulse around him, coaxing him further and further until barely seconds after you came, he was slowing down. 

His cock twitched, shooting load after load inside you until his body slowly lost strength. The muscles in his back and legs tensed, and he lowered himself until he was laying completely on top of you. 

At the awkward angle, you felt him slip out of you, a small trickle of his release dripping from your hole. His chest pressed against yours, face nuzzling into your neck as he breathed in gentle sighs. He made sure not to hurt you with the horns, feeling them press against the headboard behind you. 

“I love you, Sy.” You whispered to him, letting his lips carve a path along your shoulder and neck. His legs were intertwined with yours, hands tapping up and down your torso.

“I love you too, beautiful.” The mumbled words fan across your skin, bringing a smile to your face as you carded your fingers through his silver hair. “Thank you…” He started, closing his eyes. “For not viewing me as a monster.” 

You didn’t remember the past, the heartache he faced, and the light you brought into his life. His light was back. The person who taught him how to be, how to love, and how to lose. 

“You will never be a monster to me.” You leaned down enough to press a kiss to his forehead. “I will always love you, no matter what.” 

There was a beat of silence as you listened to each other’s hearts and the way they complemented each other, the way they completed each other. 

“Now, can we clean up?” You chuckled, running your hand up and down the scales of his spine. “As much as I love feeling these,” the touch on his spine is light, “I really don't want to ruin the sheets with your cum and wake up with sticky thighs.”

Sylus laughed again, a loud laugh that rumbled through his chest and had your heart soaring through the clouds. Sitting up on his elbows, he looked down at you, eyes glowing red with adoration and pure love. 

“Let’s clean up then, beautiful.” 

© starsforxavi

[xiasgf]

not enough of y’all chose xavier……..

maybe i’ll write something super short or inspire someone to draw

[xiasgf]

yeah who would’ve thought

no right or wrong answer i’m just curious