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so it must be a thing of childhood trios to have the quiet-reserved guy, the yandere and the girl with no memories lmao
i'm not really comparing characters it just made me remember these three from amnesia memories haha, zayne would be more like kent i guess
2 months in the Deepspace Tunnel has turned Caleb ravenous. 18+
Home to Linkon just in time for Christmas, honestly you considered it your Christmas miracle, the best gift you could have ever received. Barely being able to talk to him, text him, hanging on to every voice memo he left and replaying it repeatedly.
The feelings were mutual, of course, because he nearly tackled you when you opened your apartment door. Unaware it was him, you thought you were picking him up at the train station in three hours. "Caleb?!" Your cry of his name was accompanied by real tears, his bone crushing hug nearly toppling you both over in the doorway.
"I'm home, baby. Just in time for Christmas like I promised." His voice is shaky, pulling away from you just enough to see his tired eyes and scruffy stubble and god you want to devour him right there. You manage to sniffle, blinking away your tears as you cup his face.
"I had no doubts, Cal."
You look him over again, as if committing every inch of his face to your memory. "I missed you so much I'm so happy you're home." You swear you see his eyes go glossy, barely registering his evol shutting and locking your apartment door before his lips are crushing into yours with bruising force.
You don't miss a beat, kissing him back just as hard, fingers digging into his hair as he scoops you up and carries you backwards into your own home. You can't fathom how he got you into the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss or stumbling over your new decorations.
The plush of your bed cushions your back as he drops you onto it, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second before he's crawling over you and reconnecting your lips. No words are spoken, actions speaking louder than anything you could utter right now.
Your bodies move in sync, clothes shed and intentions understood as if two months of absence didn't span between the two of you. Two months worth of love you needed to make up for in one night, or else you feared you really might not survive.
“I love you, so much. I missed you so much it hurt.” He had learned to live without you for those months, had even made a promise to leave you forever and let you move on with your life. Now? Now he can’t fathom never seeing you again. Can barely withstand a fraction of the time he used to endure away from you. It was pure hell.
“Caleb…” you’re gasping, back arching upwards and pressing your body into his warm stomach as he sinks inch after inch inside of your hot cunt. “Replayed your voice memos every time I had a little bit of connection. I was selfish, I needed to hear you more than anything. That’s why I couldn’t send as many in return. M’sorry, forgive me.”
“Course I-I forgive you. You being home is the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten… I love you so much.” He’s melting into you, crushing you in another hug as his hips drive home the sheer amount of love he harbors for you. Being connected with you makes him feel whole again. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
Merry Christmas friends! - Soul <3
.𖥔 ݁ ݁ ⋆ ݁ ❅ 𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻
╰ 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: ETERNAL ATTACHMENT
If the world was ending I want to be next to you
Sylus can’t keep his hands to himself. 18+
Which is proving to make Christmas wrapping quite difficult.
"Sylus, please, I have like ten more things to wrap I need to focus!" But your lover is still at your back, nose nuzzling into the nape of your neck. You can feel his smile in the way his lips struggle to kiss your sensitive skin.
"The twins aren't going to care if their presents are wrapped." It's a gentle murmur, barely heard over the crackling fire place and the soft Christmas songs you have playing on his record player. "You know damn well that's a lie, Sylus."
He's chuckling behind you, hands sliding up under your shirt to splay across the warm skin of your stomach. "Christmas isn't for a few more hours." He reasons again, teeth scraping your neck and nearly making you drop the tape dispenser.
"Why are you so needy right now?" You hiss, but despite it all, there is a smile pulling at your lips. One that nearly falters all together when his hands inch up a little further. "No bra?" You bite your cheek, glaring at him over your shoulder. "Don't deflect."
"Fine, I just want one of my Christmas presents a little early." You set the tape down, flipping the box to start securing the paper on the other side. Trying desperately to ignore his fingers inching ever closer to your bare chest under your sweater. "What present, exactly? We agreed no exchanging until the morning."
Sylus is silent for a moment, hands staying on your ribs to add to the growing suspense. He notices the slight tremble in your fingers as you try and rip off more tape, he's got your attention alright.
"You." Simple, but this time you really do drop the tape. "In front of my fireplace." He continues softly, hands moving up to cup your breasts. "Naked, of course. Spread all pretty for me."
You give in so easily to him, putty in his large, warm hands as he tenderly massages your breasts. "Sylus... the presents..." but he's clicking his tongue, biting at your neck as he pulls you flush to his front. "They can wait, I'll be quick."
But Sylus is never quick with you, he always takes his sweet time. "You're such a liar." His laugh is breathless. "is that a yes?"
"It's a yes."
Kissletoe
|Sylus xmas short| NSFW|18+|
Your body trembled uncontrollably, the slick heat of your pussy throbbing from Sylus’s relentless tongue—basically frenching your pussy. He watched your hand quiver as the mistletoe you held dangled over your pussy, your fingers barely clinging to it, as a low, predatory chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“Ah ah ah sweetie, my rules were that you had to hold the mistletoe steadily” He murmured, his breathe ghosting over your swollen clit, making you twitch. “Steady now..” he commanded, “If you keep shaking like this, I won’t know what part you want me to kiss” he teased, voice laced with amusement.
It was the night before Christmas and Sylus wanted to welcome your first Christmas in the N109 Zone warmly. He handed you a mistletoe decoration and offered you his idea.
And now here you were, putting the mistletoe over every body part you wanted him to “kiss”.
“Rules are rules, if you can’t hold it up straight then I won’t be certain where I need to kiss” he said before he had the taste of you flood his mouth again. Your body hitched as it arched off of the couch as Sylus lapped up the trail of wetness you’d left behind. You threw your head back at his tongues touch and your mind continued to spiral. You were so close…god..so so close, and you wanted—No, you NEEDED more.
You pushed yourself up higher on the couch, away from where Sylus had been mere seconds ago. He looked up at you confused as you ripped the little decoration into two.
“Sweetie..? What are you—” he cut off as you proceeded
“I need more…” you say breathlessly, “you gave me only one mistletoe and i want more” you demanded, though it should’ve been a beg. You put one piece over your pussy and another over your tits, “Make it happen, the mistletoe is over my tits and my pussy” you said, “rules are rules” you declare with a smirk.
You earn a low chuckle from him, “Smart girl” he purrs, as he gives your pussy one last peck before shifting upward, coming face to face with you. “You’re quite the creative little cheat, but I never gave you more than one mistletoe” he barked, standing up and undoing his pants to release his massive cock.
“My mistletoe was for good girls on the nice list, good girls that deserve such a present—naughty cheats, however, get punished, without mercy” he murmured, positioning himself at your entrance, teasing it with his tip. Determined to claim every inch of you mercilessly.
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Merry Christmas Eve everyone! Enjoy <3 - WinkyCheese
I want more memories of us... until they fill our future
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✶⋆.˚content: !gymrat caleb, !dom caleb, caleb is a tease, flustered reader, caleb and his damn panty kink, gym sex, mirror sex, being choked out by his bicep, biting/marking, praise, pet name pips!⋆.˚✶
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✶⋆.˚merry christmas heres my present to u xx ⋆.˚✶
Sweat beaded and rolled down Caleb’s neck as he curled the weight in his hand up, bicep flexing hard against the damp cling of his tank. The home gym was quiet except for the soft hum of the overhead light and the low grunt that escapes him as he repeated the motion.
Again.
And again.
You leaned against the doorframe, telling yourself you were just waiting. Waiting for him to finish. Waiting for… something. You weren’t openly admiring the way his chest rose and fell with each controlled breath. Or how his hair had darkened at the temples. Or how he rolled his shoulders between sets, muscles shifting beneath sweat-slick skin.
You told yourself you weren’t staring.
You were absolutely staring.
He hadn’t noticed you yet—or maybe he had and was choosing not to acknowledge. He switched the dumbbell to his left hand, grip tightening as he started another set. Watching him felt vaguely illicit, like you were doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. Or maybe it was just illegal for him to look this good working out.
Caleb exhaled sharply on the lift, jaw tightening, bicep bulging before he lowered the weight slowly. Each rep was starting to feel unreasonably personal.
Then his eyes caught yours in the mirror.
Heat rushed straight to your face. You dropped your gaze immediately, pulse skittering as you pretended to suddenly be very interested in the hem of your shorts, worrying the soft fabric between your fingers.
A quiet, imperceptible chuckle left him, and you saw the movement of him continuing his motions. When you dared to look again, he was leaning forward on the bench, forearms braced against his thighs, watching you openly now. Smirking.
“Y’know,” he said casually, as if he weren’t completely wrecking your sanity, “you’re really quiet.”
You shifted your weight, shoulders drawing in. “I’m always quiet.”
That earned you another soft laugh, this one more amused. The apples of your cheeks darkened. He absolutely knew what he was thinking, and worse, he knew you knew.
Caleb picked the weight back up, inhaling sharply as he curled it again, eyes closing briefly as he pushed through the effort. After a few more reps, he set it down with a muted clink and finally turned fully towards you.
“Mm,” he murmured. “Quiet. But I’m willing to bet that brain of yours is running a mile a minute.”
You crossed your arms, defensive and flustered. “I’m just standing here.”
“Yeah,” Caleb grinned, voice dipping lower and warmer. “Standing there. Staring.”
Your mouth opened, closed, then let out a scoff of defense instead of admission. His grin only widened as he stood, suddenly tall and towering over you, even from a distance.
“Relax,” he said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “I don’t mind.” Then, softer—smugger— “Like what you see?”
You rolled your eyes and turned away, the dismissal weak enough that it barely counted. He knew it. He always knew it.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Too late.” He grabbed his towel, slinging it around his neck as he stepped close. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell sweat and soap and him. It all curled low and traitorous in your stomach.
You stared down at a crack in the floor like it held the secrets of the universe.
But one look wouldn’t hurt, right?
Big mistake.
Your eyes met his arm flexing as he adjusted the towel, muscle shifting under skin, and your breath hitched before you could stop it.
Caleb’s smile slowed, eyes darkening just a fraction.
“Wow,” he muttered. “Did I do that?”
You snapped your gaze up, glaring. “I—you—ugh!”
He leaned in, the space between you shrinking. Not touching. Almost touching. His gaze traced down your body, lingered at your mouth, then lifted to meet your eyes again. Then just to be infuriating, he stepped back.
“C’mon, Pips.” His tone had shifted, still playful but threaded with something steadier. Less… inviting. “Since you’re here, you can spot me.”
You blink, stunned. And surprisingly annoyed. “Spot you? You’re still going to work out?”
He laughed, easy and unapologetic. “Well, duh. I’ve got a routine. Gotta finish it.”
He brushes past you, purposefully letting his shoulder graze yours. A spark of electricity shoots between the contact as he heads back to the bench. He lowers it flat with a solid thunk, then moves to the rack, loading plates onto the bar with practiced ease. Metal kissing metal mixes with the beat of your heart.
He glances over his shoulder at you. “How much do you weigh again?”
That earns a brow arch. “Why?”
“Curious.” The quirk of his mouth, already halfway to trouble, softens as soon as it appeared.
You tell him even though you know better.
Caleb hums low in his throat as he adjusts the plates, balancing the bar perfectly before stepping back to admire his work.
“Huh,” he says. “Good to know.”
A warm, tingling sensation greets the space between your thighs.
He looks at you again, head tilted and eyes bright with mischief. “You gonna help,” he adds lightly, “or just keep pretending you’re invisible?”
“I am helping,” you mutter. “Moral support.”
Caleb snorts, gripping the bar. “That so?” His gaze drags over you and lingers a beat too long, “Cause it almost feels like you’re trying to distract me.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
His posture straightens as he lifts the bar into his possession. “You’d be surprised how much your nothing affects me.”
A quick, devastating wink is shot your way before he lowers himself on the bench. He spreads his knees, plants his feet, and looks at you expectantly. The position does something unholy to your brain.
“Spot me,” he repeats, softer now.
Your pulse stutters as you step close, expecting him to lie back and fall into the familiar motion of a bench press. Instead, Caleb slides down onto the floor.
He plants his back against the bench, barbell rolling easily across his hips as he adjusts and positions himself in such a casual way its maddening. Your eyes widen.
This sly little—
His hips thrust upward, controlled and powerful, breath leaving him slow as the weight—your weight—rises. The vein in his neck bulges as he lowers himself, then repeats it.
Your face burns as thoughts scatter, treacherous and vivid, your mind filling in memories you did not ask for. The way he effortlessly rams his cock inside you when you crawl on top.
Caleb exhales sharply as he perseveres through a rep, his jaw working. “Don’t just… hover,” he breathes, breaking the daydream. “Spotting’s hands-on.”
With a dry throat, you force your feet to comply, stepping into position in front of him, and his eyes snap up to meet yours the moment you are close enough.
That lopsided smile returns. “There you are.”
“I— I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“It’s easy, Pips,” he pants, lifting again. “You just… take over when I can’t take anymore.”
You deadpan. “I can’t lift that, genius.”
Caleb’s laugh is low. “That’s right. Don’t worry, you know I can take quite a bit before I get tired.” Another thrust, slower this time. Intentional as his words.
You bottom lip tugs between your teeth unconsciously, gazed fixed on him as he finishes the set with one final controlled motion. He rolls the bar forward, stands, and holds it steady before easing it back onto the rack.
“Hand me that towel again, will you?”
The towel in question lies discarded on the floor, and an idea sparks. Suddenly you realize you don’t have to be losing this game. Two can play, especially if he’s so intent on winning.
You bend, slowly, letting the curve of your ass peak from the beneath of your shorts. You take your time standing, slower still when you extend your hand.
“Here.”
Caleb’s pupils blow wide, swallowing the violet color until they’re nearly black. He snatches the towel so fast you barely have time to react before he uses it to yank you forward.
“Done being innocent?” he asks.
You collide with his solid chest, the rapid, frantic flutter of his heart thudding against your own. Heat bleeds though his skin. Your lashes flutter, your expression carefully sculpted into feigned confusion.
“What do you mean?”
He groans, the sound frustrated as he tips his head back for a half a second. “You’ve been begging for me to fuck you since I caught you staring, and now you wanna tease?
Your mouth quirks. “You’ve been teasing me the whole time.”
That does it.
It never takes much to push Caleb over the edge—especially not when you know exactly how to press—but while he can unravel you all day long, he breaks in a single breath. His hands seize your hips, fingers biting in as his mouth crashes into yours.
The kiss is nothing sweet. Its all hunger and impatience, his tongue shoved past your lips as he claims your mouth like he’s been denied it. You barely have time to melt into before he’s pulling away and spinning you around.
The world blurs for a fragile second as he bends you over the bench in one smooth, practiced motion. Your breath stutters at the way his body crowds in behind you, the solid heat of him a promise pressed into your spine.
Then his hands are on you.
Large palms slide up your thighs before firmly cupping both cheeks of your ass, kneading the flesh with slow, confident motions that leave you in a puddle.
“I wanna watch you now,” he says, voice dark with intent.
One hand leaves you just long enough to tilt your chin up, forcing your gaze to the mirror in front of you which catches everything. Your flushed face. His broad frame looming behind you. The way you’re already trembling for him to touch you.
“Like you watched me earlier,” he says. “Wanna see your reflection when you break a sweat.”
Before you can respond, his hands are moving again, tugging your shorts down over your hips, dragging them along your legs before tossing them carelessly across the room.
You duck your head instinctively as cool air brushes the damp patch clearly visible on your panties. Exposed. To him.
“Fuuck…” his voice is hoarse, wrecked. “You ruin these just f’me?”
A soft, helpless whimper escapes you. Its half embarrassment, half need as the ache spreads sharp and demanding through your body. Your thighs press together in a useless attempt to ease it.
“Tsk.”
Caleb’s hands immediately grab your legs, spreading them apart with no effort. “Not-uh,” he chides. “Let me see what I do to you.”
You obey, because of course you do, and his approval hums through him. As a reward, two fingers press firmly against your clothed cunt, dragging slowly up and down, the soaked fabric rubbing just enough against your sensitive clit to make your head spin.
“Pretty girl,” he groans. “Did staring at me working out get you this wet?”
The sound you make is pathetic and breathless, but it’s not an answer.
His free hand hooks under your chin again, lifting your face so you’re forced to meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Answer.”
“Y-Yes,” you mewl.
“See?” His fingers press harder, rubbing your heat over that cruel barrier just to drive you insane. “It’s not hard to be a good girl, is it?”
You shake your head, eyes flicking helplessly to the expression behind you, then to the unmistakable outline of his cock straining against his shorts.
“Do you know why I get so strong, Pips?”
“W-Why…?”
He leans close, lips brushing the shell of your ear before his teeth sink gently into the lobe. “So I can do this.”
His hand abandons its slow torture to grab your hips, hauling you back against him with effortless strength. You yelp as your chest is pushed down against the padded bench, your back arching perfectly for him.
“Mmm,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “For this. So I can put you however I like.”
In the mirror, you squirm as he shoves his shorts and boxers down, freeing his length. His cock slaps against his stomach, a bead of precome aching to be smeared somewhere sinful.
But he doesn’t fuck you.
Oh, not yet.
Instead, he lifts the fabric of your panties just enough, slaps his cock against your ass once—twice—before snapping the fabric back into place, trapping it there. A broken groan tears from his throat as he begins to thrust experimentally.
You suck in a sharp breath, the warmth and weight of him dragging against you, so close to where you want, is maddening. His movements grow surer, harder, as he pulls your panties taut, deliberately outlining his cock while he rubs it along your ass.
The slick smear of precome darkens the fabric further, running it exactly the way he wants.
“God—fuck—” he chokes out. “I’m going to fuck you in this pretty pair. And you’re gonna let me keep ‘em afterwards, aren’t you?”
You press back against him, dripping into the cloth, thighs shaking as your body gives him exactly what he wants.
“Y-Yeah—!” Your voice breaks into breathless submission. “Yes, Caleb… all yours after you fuck me—mmmgh—fuck me.”
A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Say please, Pips. Good girls ask nicely.”
“Please,” you beg, voice raw with no shame. “Please, Caleb fuck me… I need you to—haah!”
Before you can finish, a sharp thrust steals the words from your mouth. His cock plunges into your hole, filling you full with no resistance. A guttural moan rips from Caleb’s throat, thumb dragging your soaked panties aside as he pulls back—agonizing slow—before slamming back in with all the force his thick, hard length has to offer.
You arch instantly, lips parting in pornographic moans. His pace is feral and restless as he fucks you into the bench, and you take every deep, pounding stroke like a prize; moaning and crying out, clutching the plush fabric as though it might anchor you in the intensity.
“Yeah, that’s right…” his words boarder on a growl. “Soak me… soak these panties for me, baby girl.”
The slick squelch of your juices fills the air, warm and sticky against your thighs, coating the fabric in your surrender.
“Y’know, I love when you look at me like that, Pip?” hips jerking hard against yours, tip kissing your cervix. “So hungry for me.” Thrust. “So desperate for me to stretch this perfect little cunt.”
You cry out, nodding feverishly as words jumble together into pure need. “Yes—uh—Caleb--! Mmm, C-Cal—oh fuck—!”
A strong arm wraps around your middle, the other winding around your throat with causal ferocity, bicep pressing against your jaw. His muscles gleam with sweat as he pulls back, applying just enough pressure to make your head deliciously spin, vision blurring slightly at the reflections in the mirror.
Instinctively, your teeth clamp down on the slick skin, giving a bite that muffles your wails of pleasure. You leave behind a sharp, imprint that leaves Caleb hissing, a mix of surprise and raw pleasure, before he’s yanking you back and slamming forward again.
Each thrust drives you higher, a familiar euphoric sensation bubbling low and twisting tight in your core. You tremble as he punishes your cunt with long, precise thrusts, every inch shaping you. Your walls clamp around him as you hold onto the overwhelming feeling.
“Oh my god—oh fuck—can I come? Please… please let me come…”
Caleb groans, continuing to push you to the edge. “That’s it… god, you are so good f’me. Yes, you can come.”
With that permission, a hot, shuddering wave washes over, leaving your body shaking, thighs clamping reflexively. You slump forward with a cry of his name, rocking forward as he drives into you harder, prolonging the intensity of your orgasm. The sudden friction of your convulsing cunt around his cock is just enough to push him over the edge.
With a deep, ragged groan, he comes. His load is warm and sticky inside you, cock throbbing with each spurt. He holds you tightly against him, thrusting through every shiver until tears slip from the corners of your eyes and his cock is twitching from overstimulation.
He lets you recover for only a moment, slipping free with a wet, lewd sound. A lingering kiss is pressed to your temple. Then he moves again. His fingers find your swollen cunt, bunching the evidence of your shared pleasure into the sodden panties before yanking them off your body.
“You did so good, Pips”
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Horny thought: lowkey going crazy thinking about calling Sylus or Caleb "daddy" (separate ofc) bc I just KNOW they'd react both in a completely different way. (hopefully a good one lol)
I won't even lie, for a hot minute when I was younger I was soooo into the daddy kink. Started as a joke and then suddenly it wasn't LMAO
Sylus would genuinely be surprised if you called him daddy. Like eyes widening, movements stuttering for a fraction of a second before recovering nearly seamlessly. "Say that again." His brows pinch together, hips rocking into you as his lips fall open in little pants. "Daddy?" You half groan, half whimper, eyes glossy as you dig your nails into his biceps. His moan is guttural. "Again. Say it again."
Caleb is laughing the moment you whimper out the nickname. Not a laugh where he's mocking you, more like a laugh of disbelief. "Dirty girl, what did you just call me?" You immediately try and hide, hands coming up to your face but he stops you. "Don't you dare, tell daddy what you just said." The noise you make is nearly strangled, cheeks red hot as you try to hold his gaze. "Daddy." Hesitant, but you don't miss the way he twitches inside of you. "Mm, good girl."
This might have been done before but have you considered: Sylus using his evol to hold you up and bounce you on that thang while he sits back looking so unbothered, in that pose where he tilts his head and taps his temple with a smirk
Like. I need this man to use me like a flesh light.
FUCKKKKK.
You'd been so needy, pestering him while he was on a business call, further pawing at him when he got into bed ready to read a book and fall asleep. He'd utter something about you needing to relax, learn some patience, just to see your lower lip jut out and wobble.
He'd give in - because of course he would - but he'd tell you that since you've been doing most of the work all night, you can finish what you've started. You don't even care, you're just happy to get what you wanted from him. Him, his pretty face, his cock...
But, not even three minutes in, your thighs are trembling, sweat dripping down your temple, to the point you undressed yourself the rest of the way because, shit, maybe this wouldn't be a quickie.
Sylus notices, smiling softly as he watches you claw at his skin, trying to find purchase so you can angle yourself better and ease the burning in your thighs. "Need help?" You nod, not thinking of the consequences. Before you know it, his evol is wrapping round your body, not just your lower half, your breasts and arms too.
You choke on a moan as he takes on all of your weight, guiding you up and down his throbbing length faster than you had been capable of. The pleasure is mind-numbing, your eyes unironically crossing a bit as you try and process the sensations.
Tough guy can't keep up the facade, your pussy is just too good. Sure enough, that lazy smirk melts away to a slack-jawed expression. Crimson eyes glossy as he watches your breasts bounce, pussy swallowing him whole as he works you up and down his cock.
SHUT UP RIGHT NOW
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Pussy Eater! Rafayel who talks constantly, even with his mouth full of your pussy, his filthy words slurring together. "Love the way you squeeze my tongue...Could eat this pretty pussy for hours...Fuck, you taste so sweet, cutie"
Pussy Eater! Zayne who uses his long elegant fingers while he licks figure eights around your clit. He uses his middle and ring finger, making sure his strokes are slow and perfect. He knows the female body well and he uses that knowledge to make you squirt all over his face every.single.time.
Pussy Eater! Sylus who wants you to sit on his face. He loves it when you ride his face, especially when you find that perfect spot where your clit rubs against the curve of his nose. He likes it wet so he also spits while eating you out.
Pussy Eater! Caleb who moans like a pathetic virgin while he eats you out. Just listen to his Secret times Affinity level 145🫦🫦, the last minute to be exact. Eating you out though your panties is his best reward after a long week away from you.
Pussy Eater! Xavier who eats you out ass up, face down. Why? He gets to spank and eat your ass in that position as well. The way you moan his name when he licks your clit with just the tip of his tongue after neglecting it for a while drives him crazy.
Ughh had to repost lol
Until your blood and power fulfill my desire.
Caleb finally realizes how big his dick is ♡
୨୧ — Each thrust punches a cute, breathy “ah-ah-ah” out of you, and Caleb's so focused on the way your cunt is finally taking him easier now -slick and swollen and perfectly molded to him after hours of training- that he almost misses it…
But then the dim light from outside the window catches the movement of your stomach, and his hips stutter to a halt.
“What…” his voice comes out strangled- those pretty violet eyes growing wide, fixed on the subtle but unmistakable bulge in your lower belly, “is that…”
“C-Caleb?” You blink up at him through your fucked out haze, confused by the sudden stillness, “why’d you stop-“
He pulls back slowly, watching his thick length drag out of your stretched hole- and then slams home again, eyes locked on your abdomen.
There it is. The distinct outline of his cock, distending your belly from the inside.
Oh fuck… That’s me. That’s- I’m so deep I can see myself inside her…
“Pipsqueak,” he breathes, hand drifting to your stomach, pressing down experimentally.
You wail.
The pressure makes you clench around him so hard that Caleb’s eyes roll back, and suddenly that dark, possessive part of him that he'd kept locked away for years is roaring to the surface.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, starting to rock his hips in shallow thrusts while his palm stays pressed against the bulge. He can feel himself moving inside you, feel the way your soft belly yields to accommodate his size. “You feel that, Pips? Feel how deep I am?”
“Nnngh- s’too much-“ Your hands fly to grip his wrist, but you can't tell if you're trying to push him away or pull him closer. Everything is sensation, the dual pressure of his cock splitting you open and his hand pushing down making your brain short-circuit.
“Too much?” Caleb's laugh is breathless, almost delirious. He's staring at where his hand meets your stomach like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, “Baby, I think this might be my new favorite thing.”
He shifts angles, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with a wet squelch, and this time he watches- watches the bulge appear, pushes down on it, feels his cockhead pressing against his own palm through the thin barrier of your flesh.
“CALEB-!”
I'm going to fuck her every day until this place finally feels like home.
“So pretty,” he coos, and the contrast between his sweet words and the brutal pace of his hips is making you dizzy, “my pretty girl, stuffed so full of my cock that I can see it in your belly.” His thumb traces the outline of himself through your skin, pressing in, and your vision finally whites out, “You know what this means, right?”
You can barely form words, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as he pounds into you, “W-what- ahh- what does it-“
“Means no one else could ever reach this deep.” His voice drops to a growl as he adjusts his grip on the headboard to drive even harder into your abused cunt. “Means this spot-“ he punctuates with a thrust, pressing down on the bulge simultaneously, “-right here-“ another thrust, another press, and you're sobbing now, “-belongs to me.”
You're cumming before you even realize it's happening, walls clamping down on him while you thrash against the sheets. But Caleb doesn't stop. If anything, he speeds up, chasing his own release while his hand remains firmly planted on your stomach.
“Gonna fill you up again, okay? Gonna pump you so full you'll bulge even without my cock inside- mph-“
He hilts himself one final time and grinds, and you can feel every pulse and twitch of him as he spills deep inside your womb.
When he finally catches his breath, Caleb doesn't pull out. Instead, he rearranges your boneless body, settling you onto your side with him spooned behind you, cock still buried to the root.
His hand finds your belly again, pressing gently where you're still stretched around him.
“Definitely my new favorite thing,” he murmurs against your hair, thumb stroking lazy circles over the subtle swell.
秦彻 – best friend sylus creampies you before your date .ᐟ
"Another date? Weren't you just complaining about the previous one?"
"It- ngh- this is a different man!"
"Mmh," Sylus hums, driving himself deeper in your poor cunt as he rhythmically pummelled your sweet spots. "So many different men, yet you still feel unsatisfied every. single. time."
The brutal pace of his thrusts thrash into you like a hopeless man starved for sex he hasn't had in ages—and that wasn't an understatement. The position he had you in was embarrassing enough and you couldn't help but shake your head vigorously at his words.
"N-no I promise he's nice! H-he even lives upstair- hngh!"
"Uh-huh." Sylus's fingers cascade down your body and stop at the lower part of your stomach. His burning fingertips press on your skin and you couldn't help but twitch at the gentle touch.
"Tell me more, I'd love to hear it."
You could hear the bitterness laced in his voice and it only made you scoff. "He's actually r-really funny!- AH!"
"Too late.” He murmurs, eventually thrusting his full length to the depths of your cunt—jamming his creamed tip against your cervix; languidly giving it kisses, making you hiss and breathe even heavier, trying to hold back your orgasm.
"Relax, sweetie."
"Ca- can't- s'too- Sylus we d-don't have much time!"
Sylus's jaw ticks and he hums. "Right. We don't have much time."
Your poor living room couch, honestly you don’t know how it’s surviving as long as it is without any breaks or stains.
Caleb is sitting dead center, not a single shred of clothing left to cover any of his skin. Legs spread, face relaxed. He has you right on top of him, sweaty chest pressing against your back, your neck craned all the way back to rest on his shoulder. Mouth agape as pleasure overwhelms every part of your body.
Still, you feel incredibly exposed. Those muscular legs are spread wide, as result he has your legs spread just as far. Each one hooked over his, keeping you on full display as he uses the ground and back of your couch for leverage. Hips raised slightly so he can pound up into you without any resistance. It’s nearly mind numbing.
“C-ca-caleb…” a pathetic little choke of his name, accompanied by a moan that could make a sailor blush.
You feel his fingers twitching in the fat of your thigh, the urge for his hands to move and touch every part of you. But you can’t be obedient, you can’t keep your legs spread nice n’pretty for him. Every time he lets go, they involuntarily try to shut.
The pleasure is too much.
“Gotta keep it down, baby. Don’t want noise complaints, do we?” His voice is thick with lust, slightly strained from the movement of his hips. A choked gasp follows right next you your ear making you squirm in response. “You want to get complaints, naughty girl. I felt you clench around me like a vice when I mentioned it.”
You could only gasp, back arching off his chest as another orgasm teetered right on the edge. “You want all your neighbors to hear how good I fuck this pretty pussy, huh? Want all the aunties downstairs to know their sweet little upstairs neighbor likes to get fucked hard?”
You’re panting, hands clawing at his forearms and thighs fighting against his grip to snap shut. “S-stop talking liiike that…!” Every word was a struggle, as if you had sand weighing your tongue down. Your face burned, abdomen tightening as yo ur orgasm neared.
“Bet they wish their husbands fucked them this good, huh? They’re probably so jealous… their innocent little neighbor is secretly a pervert who likes getting her pussy pounded, isn’t that right?”
You’re cumming, a silent cry leaving your lips as your entire body tenses in his lap. Not once does caleb stop, hips thrusting into you erratically as every connection turns wetter. You barely register the spray of liquid that gushes out of you, covering his lap and the floor below. “Shit, baby. You’re makin a damn mess f’me.”
Every word is guttural, vibrating his chest as he struggles to hold off his impending orgasm. He’s already filled you four times, he’s positive this next one will force him to tap out. But he’s not quite ready to be out of your slippery cunt just yet.
“Still struggling to keep these thighs spread, huh? Begging me to fuck you and then you can’t take it?” You barely have the energy to struggle anymore, legs feeling like jello in his grasp. The words you mumble are incoherent, a slur of his name and several other words he can’t quite decipher. “Fucked your brains out, pretty girl?”
God he can feel himself twitch violently inside of you, a deep rumble of laughter shaking his chest as he forces his hips to slow. “Gonna fill you up one more time, nice and full, kay?” The nod is barely visible but he feels it. “Thaaat’s my girl, takin me like a fuckin champ.”
Caleb hauls your legs up, until your thighs are pressing into your chest. Using one arm to keep you snugly in place as he picked up his pace again. “Gonna cum inside this pretty pussy one more time, okay? Just one more time, promise. You can do that for me right?”
You barely manage to stop the drool from slipping past your lips.
Getting an after care / morning after card for Caleb before a full blown spicy card is diabolical on infold’s part
