Personal Trainer Caleb💪🏼🧢
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Personal Trainer Caleb💪🏼🧢
Personal Trainer Caleb💪🏼🧢
an intimate perspective
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Every other pair of eyes on you feels like stealing. I’d pull you out of this reality and keep you locked away, making myself your only air. I can't stand sharing you. You’re mine. Completely. And I don’t care if that sounds like an obsession.
୨୧ — Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, I…" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."
You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.
His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."
He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.
The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."
As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.
"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."
Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.
His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.
shall we dance?
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caleb got a bit of a sunburn…
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BLUEBERRY FRATLEB
2026?
STEP ON HIMMMM
asserting my dominance before the lingering lust banner drops tomorrow and caleb genuinely rearranges my brain chemistry
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making out with caleb ☆ suggestive
You’re sitting on Caleb’s lap as if it’s your birthright.
His cheeks are flushed, body still as a rock as you tease him by ghosting your lips over his, not quite making contact yet.
“You’re teasing me, pips,” Caleb says breathlessly, eyes trained on how you part your mouth as your tongue slides against your bottom lip tauntingly. They’re already bruised and swollen from the intense make-out session you’ve both been caught up in.
You blink with faux innocence, hands resting on his shoulders. “Hm?”
His eyes follow the movement of your tongue pushing against your teeth, and he let out a soft whimper. “Don’t ‘hm’ me,” he pants, voice strained with desire.
“Repeat what you said, Caleb,” you murmur absentmindedly, trailing the back of your fingers against his flushed cheek.
His brows furrow slightly at your faux ignorance and disinterest, hands tightening on your hips. Caleb leans forward, nuzzling his nose against yours in an attempt to coax you back into kissing him. “Please... don't be mean, pips. I wanna kiss you.”
You tilt your head, giggling. A frustrated whine escapes his throat as you deny him, his lips chasing yours even as you pull further away.
"Pips, please," he begs, voice cracking with need. His hands tremble against your skin, fingertips digging in just enough to leave faint bruises before engulfing your hands with his. You sigh affectionately as he rubs the back of your cool fingers against his burning cheek.
“Look at you panting,” you coo, sitting up straighter to lick his bottom lip teasingly. Your hands cradle his face. “My handsome boyfriend.”
He shudders again when he feels your tongue brush his bottom lip. “Kiss me properly,” he huffs.
APPLE CIDERLEB
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PUNKLEB
… i had to get this one out of my system 🚬
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYLUS 💓💕
i hope everybody’s having a great aprilus so far!! this took me ages but i finally got it to a place im happy with 🤩 prints are available at my shop!! any support means the world to me 💓🫶🏾
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