Ginger

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ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 (only for Caleb rn...)⋆˚✿˖°

a/n - I plan on adding more characters to my blog. I just want to work my way up to it ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)

[brokenapple]

caleb love's giving you deep, messy creampies, he’s just finished fucking you senseless, dumping his entire load inside your throbbing pussy. the air in the room is heavy and damp, thick with the scent of your shared sweat and the sharp, salty sweet smell of his cum dripping out of you.

his hands touching you with a restless, possessive energy. he squeezes the soft curve of your waist before sliding his palms up to cup your soft plump breasts, kneading the aching flesh. his thumbs drag repeatedly over your swollen and bruised nipples until you’re whimpering and squirming under him.

"still so sensitive," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. he shifts, bracing himself on his elbows to look down at you. his eyes are dark and heavy, tracking the way your chest heaves while your pussy throbs around his semi hard cock.

he begins to withdraw, but he makes the movement agonizingly slow. he retreats millimeter by millimeter, letting you feel every ridge of his cock and the slick friction of it sliding against your perfectly filled pussy. the sensation makes your hips twitch involuntarily, your internal wall muscles clenching desperately around his cock as he leaves you.

he pauses when he’s halfway out, his eyes dropping to the point where you’re joined. he waits for the ripples of your orgasm to settle, and then, with a deliberate, wet tug, he slides the rest of the way out. the sound of the wet seal breaking is loud in the quiet room.

caleb doesn't pull away. instead, he hooks his fingers under your thighs and spreads your legs even wider, pinning your knees toward your shoulders. the cool air hitting your stretched, aching pussy makes you shiver violently.

"look at that," he whispers, his gaze fixed on you. the thick, white cream he just pumped into you is already starting to pool at your opening. it looks so stark against your flushed skin, a heavy, pearly globule beginning to lose its battle with gravity as it overflows.

you feel the first hot drip of his cum slide over your taint and down to your ass. the sensation is ticklish and so humiliatingly public under his intense stare. you quickly bring your hands up to cover your face, your cheeks burning from the heat of it all.

"don't hide," he says, though he doesn't pull your hands away. he uses one hand to spread your lips further, exposing the way his hot seed is overflowing from your depths. it pulses out in a slow, viscous stream, coating your skin in a thick layer of white.

he watches it intently, his thumb tracing the path of the drip as it runs down. "it’s so much..." he notes, his voice thick with pride. "your still so full of me."

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to swallow the small, embarrassed sounds catching in your throat. you can feel the wetness soaking into the sheets beneath you. every time you try to hold it in, more of his load seems to spill out, hot and heavy.

"try to push a little more out for me, baby," he urges softly. his thumb brush against your clitoris, a light, teasing touch that makes your pussy ache. "i want to see how much i filled you up."

you let out a shaky breath, your abdominal muscles bracing as you do what he asks. a fresh surge of his cum escapes, a thick rope of it sliding out all at once and spilling onto the sheets. you can't help but moan into your palms from the sensation.

he loves this part just as much helping you bathe and cleaning his hot cum out of your pussy after he’s had his way with you.

he carries you to the bathroom, the water already steaming in the tub. he settles you into the nice warm water, the heat stinging pleasantly against your sensitized skin. he sits down behind you, pulling you back against his chest as the water begins to turn cloudy from the mess between your legs.

he reaches between your thighs, pushing them apart so he can get a good look at you. he gently rubs your lips, cleaning the outside with fingers slick with soap and water. then, he slowly slides one of his long fingers deep inside you. making you gasp, your hands gripping his forearm as you feel his finger searching within your hot, wet walls.

he moves his finger in a slow, hooked motion, dragging the remaining seed out of you. the sensation is blunt and full, a deep pressure that makes your toes curl under the water. he does it again and again, meticulous and patient, ensuring he clears every bit of his slickness out of you and savoring the feeling and the way it makes you squirm.

between each stroke, he presses soft, wet kisses to your shoulder and the nape of your neck. his breath is warm against your damp skin. "almost clean," he murmurs, his finger swirling inside your pussy one last time before he finally withdraws it.

you lean your head back against his shoulder, exhausted and tingling. while he holds you gently, his hands resting protectively over your stomach, just feeling the rhythm of your heart while you finally begin to settle.

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Thinking about how obsessed caleb would be with fingering your pussy. An almost subconscious action it would be - slipping his long fingers inside your folds whenever he gets the chance, uncaring of the mess he makes. Which is usually a lot.

Like for instance, right now, you both had finally sat down to watch a movie you insisted on watching. When the opening scene started rolling, he wasted no time in slipping his hand beneath your shorts to cup your bare pussy. You bit your lower lip, but stayed still, keeping your gaze on the screen. This was not new to you. You expected it even. His fingers were glued to your pussy the moments his cock wasn't.

One finger tapped against your clit, just once, a testing touch. Your legs twitched and you finally looked at him. His eyes were fixed on the screen, brows furrowed a bit in concentration. Was he truly engrossed in the movie, or just pretending?

Another tap against your (now) swollen clit.

And that was all it took for your folds to quiver and leak juices for him. It was almost embarrassing, the way your body was always ready for his touch. Caleb hummed, satisfied, and caressed your clit, his touch rewarding. "Good girl," he mumbled, a sound so low you doubted he even said it.

Making use of the wetness between your folds, he smeared the fluid all over your pussy, readying it for him.

His finger teased your opening for a moment, just tracing, light enough to not slip in, but hard enough to make your folds quiver. You tried not to squirm but fuck. You were aching for him, pussy fluttering around nothing, trying and failing to find anything to hold onto.

When he finally shoved one single, long finger inside, you almost breathed a prayer, eyes flutttering close. Even this, his single digit was enough. For now, atleast.

Your walls trembled, stretching pleasantly around his finger, welcoming him in. You sucked in a shaking breath, as your thighs opened more, eager to give him better access.

The rest of the movie was a blur.

His plunging finger was the only thing you could focus on. The drag of his finger against your tight, squelching walls was so delicious nothing else mattered.

Except when you pathetically came all over your shorts, the wetness seeping through the fabric onto the couch below, things started to matter. You weren't looking forward to the clean up. Perhaps you could convince him to do this chore too? Alongside everything he already does.

Still, caleb didn't give you enough time to dwell on your thoughts. He dragged another mind shattering release from you. Then another. Until you were crying from the overstimulation, thighs shutting close tightly, forcing his hand to reluctantly slip away from your well used, leaking, twitching pussy. "Caleb. Stop," you cried.

That was what made caleb finally turn his attention on you. He blinked, as if only now realising that he had induced multiple orgasms from your body, with just a single finger. "Sorry pips."

You huffed in disbelief, not getting a chance to protest further before his soft lips pressed against yours, the same finger that was brutualizing you now pressed tenderly against your cheek, still wet, smelling faintly of you. The kiss felt like a peace offering. A balm. He broke the kiss just to say, "I only meant to ready you for my cock." He almost pouted. Eyes, wide, big, puppy like. "You are ready now, yeah?"

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[redlaceley]

Sylus fucking you over his motorbike in a dirty alleyway because you couldn't keep your mouth shut

Sylus doesn't mind getting his hands dirty. He doesn't shy away from the filthy side of his work. Still, anything he has done so far pales in comparison to fucking you over his bike in a dirty, barely lit, abandoned alleyway. Truly, it was your fault.

While sitting behind sylus, with your hands wrapped around his muscular chest, the harsh wind cascading over you both, and the world a blur around you, you had the audacity to whisper filthy words against his ear, "I sometimes touch myself to you."

He had swallowed thickly, his adams apple bobbing, the perfect picture of self control. "Sweetie, restrain your tongue. Atleast, until we reach home."

He had kept his focus on the highway, his grip tightening on the throttle, but he was still composed. Perfectly.

"I imagine you, holding me down, taking me again and again."

He had exhaled a slow breath. From what you could see, his expression almost pained. Because you hadn't just said that, now, you were also cupping his cock, that was now straining against his leather pants. "Kitten-"

"Have you ever fucked someone over your bike?"

It hadn't taken him long then, swerving in a lowly lit alley and sliding off his bike. He had wasted no time bending you over his bike, pushing your pants down, and delivering a punishing spank against your bottom.

"Don't blame me," another spank, his lips sealing over your neck, biting hard, marking you. The click of his belt unlocking echoing in the alley, as his fingers slipped in between your folds to gather and smear your wetness. making sure you were ready. "for what will happen now."

You were pliant, bare ass elevated in the air, back arched, pussy leaking when he had entered you fully in one thrust.

Before a whimper of pleasure could slip out, his large hand had wrapped around your mouth. "Keep quiet." He had growled.

You kept quiet, not making a sound. Well, more like you were forced to.

In between his rough, punishing thrusts, his fingers had found their way in your mouth. And now you were gladly sucking his fingers, face scrunched in pleasure, eyes closed, while he dragged his heavy cock in and out. Each thrust a reminder of your loose tongue.

You didn't regret it though.

Not when he unravelled you with his cock, slamming into you as if he was trying to merge his body into you. Not when he wringed pleasure out of your writhing body until you lost count. Not when he rasped filth against your ear, voice low. "I am going to come now. You'd like that wouldn't you? Your little kitty wants to slurp my cum, no?"

And not when he finally came inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum again and again, filling you with his sticky, warm cum.

Nope, you didn't regret any of it. The ride back home was uncomfortable though.

[app1esavce]

CALEBMC ft mech arm

[gingxjas]

Caleb Thoughts #3 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Expanding this from my Twitter, but I think Caleb is super boy-dad coded. He would have the most mischievous, adventurous little boy. Always getting in trouble, always stressing out his parents and teacher, just a bubbly menace of a kid. He’d be just a lovable as young Caleb, but because of his sincerity and boisterousness. He has a lot of friends. Caleb’s kid would be into a lot of things and chatty, so he’s never had trouble making friends of all ages and personalities. I also think he'd love pranking people, but he's kinda gullible so he falls for pranks very easily. ~Ginger ❀

[gingxjas]

Caleb Thoughts #2. ݁₊ ⊹ .

I feel like Caleb would have a classic sci-fi book collection. He wouldn't really display it, because he travels so much, but he'd always have one of those small, yellowed paged sci- fi books with the embossed covers within reach.

He gets his books really cheap by thrifting. He doesn't have a favorite author, so he just picks up anything that seems interesting. I think he'd like books like Ender's Game!

Mc tries to get him an e-reader, but he loves the feeling of flipping the rough/kinda scratchy pages of old books, so it's currently collecting dust on his nightstand.

He does love audiobooks, though. Mc & Caleb share the same account, and sometimes they'll listen to the same books on the days they're apart, so they can chat about the story when they reunite. They try to read at the same pace, but Caleb always ends up reading ahead because he gets too engrossed in it. He also likes it when MC pouts about him being ahead.~ Ginger❀

[gingxjas]

Imagine Caleb after a long day of work, finally settling in his Skyhaven home. He’s in just pajama pants, putting the finishing touches on his new airship model, while playing his current audiobook in one ear. He’s waiting for you to respond to his text from earlier, asking about your day and whether you were home yet.

While listening, he’s guessing the parts that made you laugh, that made you bored. The parts that you were gonna rant his ear off about when you finally responded to him. He’s almost buzzing with anticipation. He just can’t wait to talk to you ~ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[heartyluv]

dilf!caleb just has your best interest in mind ♡

cw: caleb’s need for you is just selfish btw, he’s lowkey manipulative if you squint, age gap not specified, you cheat on your fiancée, smut, quick mention of spitting

imagine… 🫧☁️

۶ৎ dilf!caleb who is always there for you. he’s proven to be dependable since the day you moved in as he politely greeted you and your fiancée, insisting that should you ever need him for anything, he’s always one house away.

he was there for the moments where you’d shyly knock on his front door and ask if he’d help move some heavy boxes, there for when the cracks in your already damaged relationship became too exposed to hide.

۶ৎ dilf!caleb wouldn’t have needed to be told that your poor excuse of a soon-to-be husband wasn’t taking proper care of and valuing a sweet little thing like you. he could see it in all the late nights of an empty driveway with the lights on inside and your stressed early morning phone calls through the kitchen window.

you were young, naive—understandably scared to be abandoned by the one you thought you’d share a proper life with. though he was fairly older than you in comparison, silver strands spread throughout his deep brown hair with a face and body just barely aged by the experience that is life, caleb swore he could give you better. knew that he would.

with his age came knowledge, and he knew that you’d have a much more permanent need him for sooner than later.

۶ৎ dilf!caleb is a man who doesn’t let opportunities slip through his fingers and considered you a prize to be won. after all the times you still slid your smaller hand into his in greeting despite how consistent your interactions had already become, the contents of your captivating character only added to your beauty.

your softness and gentle cadence easily became his weakness. your youth, your potential, it was all being wasted on someone far too undeserving.

“another uh… work trip,” you brushed off in defense of your partner when he inquired about his absence. “couldn’t miss it, even though we’re still settling in. so it’s just… all up to me to get it together around here.”

he was stepping out, it was evident. caleb swore he’d stay in his place though, knowing he wasn’t one to partake in destroying a union. but close observation soon made him wonder if one could really be capable of wrecking something that was clearly beyond repair.

he already knew the answer, and quickly adapted the mentality that what one man didn’t treasure, another should take. of course he was determined to be that man.

۶ৎ dilf!caleb who becomes the epitome of what patience means. you were delicate and in need of someone like him to come save you, someone to teach you, even if you didn’t know it yet.

he didn’t know why he was so adamant about all that is you. what mattered was that he thrived off of it and craved you even more. he grew obsessed with the feeling of that swell in his chest when he’d catch a glimpse of your silhouette or was graced by your bubbly laughter.

carefully did he find ways to embed himself into that role you were silently desiring. after weeks of being the one to help make your hollow house a home, bringing dinner he prepared and eating with you so you didn’t have to feel so lonely, and wiping your tears after you finally broke and told him you didn’t what you were going to do, all he did was kiss the top of your head and comfort you with a hidden smile.

finally, right then he knew, he’d caught you.

۶ৎ dilf!caleb who knows you want him just as much and does nothing to hide it, making keeping you all the more easier. he pretended to not notice how you slyly watched his biceps bulge when he did the heavy lifting or softened your gaze with a deep intensity burning underneath whenever he’d lift his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. even the way you stayed hooked onto his every word like it was gospel was addictive.

you’ve never experienced such a man before, one so attentive and willing. this strong and capable. how could you pretend that he didn’t have an effect on you?

you became enamored by the softer stomach still packed with muscle and faint lines of the crow’s feet in the outer corners of his reassuring eyes when he gave you that charming smile.

۶ৎ dilf!caleb takes care of you, treats like you are someone worthy of all his care and dedication. you already knew you were in trouble when the gap in age and your current strained relationship never once crossed your mind.

۶ৎ dilf!caleb would please you better than any man you’ve ever had. he proves himself with his face buried in between you legs, sucking on your clit and sloppily licking you in the most inebriating way possible until your back is arching off the dining table he’s built for you.

he was fisting your dress as he kept it bunched above your hip, groaning into your wetness each time you bucked and tightened your grip in his scalp. the feeling of his light stubble grazing your thighs only helped in keeping you strung on the way he took control of your body.

“c-caleb… shit—w-we shouldn’t—mm—b-be doing this..” your words were telling him one thing, but your mewls and the pressure your thighs applied to the sides of his head were giving him the truth.

“then tell me to stop.” you didn’t. instead you gasped as he spit on your cunt before devouring you once again like a man deprived. “i’m givin’ you what you need. let me do that.”

each slow lick of his tongue teased your puffy pussy lips and he wasn’t leaving until he properly imprinted himself into you completely.

۶ৎ dilf!caleb would stare into your eyes as he undoes his belt buckle, hooded violet gaze flicking between your lustful stare, disheveled clothes, and cunt glistening from his spit and your sticky slick.

“when’s the last time you been fucked, huh?”

your eyes widen at his vulgarity, but the shiver that washes through you because of it was more than welcomed.

“i don’t… i dunno.. ‘s been awhile.” you whimper when he pulls himself out of his jeans. he was thick… heavy. you’ve never had anything like this, desired something as sinful as him. but when he nudged your clit with his bulbous tip and swiped it teasingly down your slit, somehow you knew this was all you’ve ever wanted.

“gonna take care of you,” he promises, positioning himself at your entrance. “in all the ways you’ve been missin’ baby, i promise. he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t need you. but i do.”

۶ৎ dilf!caleb wouldn’t go easy on you. the force he was giving was meant to knock that bastard and any before him out of your system. his thrusts nearly made you choke on your breath, had satisfied tears spilling down your temples.

“s-so damn pretty,” he cooed, switching between your tits as he took handfuls. “cheatin’ on him with me.. you like this don’t you? s’okay, don’t needa tell me, honey. just keep making me feel it.”

you belonged to him now and that silver band on your finger? it was insulting. disrespectful.

“this is our home now, yeah? my house is yours, too. the money i’ve spent my life earning… everything is for you, isn’t it?” caleb’s hips never faltered as he continued to give your hot pussy deep strokes. he chuckled at your drunken nods of blissful acceptance. “tightest fucking pussy i’ve ever had… she’s been waitin’ for me.”

reaching for your fingers, he goes for your ring and pulls it off before tossing it somewhere unimportant. “gold looks better on you. you’ll see.”

۶ৎ dilf!caleb loves watching how your cunt almost struggles to fit him as you leave his dick glistening with your arousal after every push and pull. but he has a feeling that the man whose headlights shine through the windows as he pulls into the driveway, won’t. he keeps drilling into you though, ready to stake his claim and prepared to make it final.

just as he planned.

a/n: this is all @deepspacenova’s FAULT!!!! (ily) ever since i read her takes on dilf!caleb… ohhhh, i just had to. this got soooo much longer than i intended it to, BUT DON’T BLAME ME!!! BLAME NOVA BAE!!!! plsss go read her versions of him, too —here— & —here—!! thank you for reading, my cuties. i hope you liked it as much as i did writing 🤭

creds to @/pixopix for the pink dividers & @/asiatic-apple for the username banner!

[gingxjas]

Caleb Thoughts #2. ݁₊ ⊹ .

I feel like Caleb would have a classic sci-fi book collection. He wouldn't really display it, because he travels so much, but he'd always have one of those small, yellowed paged sci- fi books with the embossed covers within reach.

He gets his books really cheap by thrifting. He doesn't have a favorite author, so he just picks up anything that seems interesting. I think he'd like books like Ender's Game!

Mc tries to get him an e-reader, but he loves the feeling of flipping the rough/kinda scratchy pages of old books, so it's currently collecting dust on his nightstand.

He does love audiobooks, though. Mc & Caleb share the same account, and sometimes they'll listen to the same books on the days they're apart, so they can chat about the story when they reunite. They try to read at the same pace, but Caleb always ends up reading ahead because he gets too engrossed in it. He also likes it when MC pouts about him being ahead.~ Ginger❀

[app1esavce]

CALEB X MC

[gingxjas]

Caleb Thoughts #1°˖➴

My favorite genre of Caleb is when he's super manipulative, but in totally harmless ways. Like, he'll manipulate you into going to bed on time or eating three meals a day, basically manipulating you to be kinder to yourself. He subtly changes your taste, reactions, and how you treat yourself, but literally only for the better. He just gets off on the secrecy. ~ Ginger❀

[gingxjas]

Beard Burn₊˚⊹ ᰔ

summary: Caleb always did his best to return to you the same as he left you. This time you'll have to forgive him.

Or...Caleb eats you out with a 5 o'clock shadow. 18+

a/n - inspired by Caleb's solo card Indulgent Scheme. The beginning might be confusing with the card's context.

word count: 1.1k

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This time it truly felt like a reunion.

Usually, he'd return just as he left you. Sunny, bright-eyed, and fresh. He hid his life, his world outside your bubble, a well-kept secret. A mystery you pieced together from his hidden winces and bruises. The stilted chessboard conversations, where information was wielded like pawns. A game of what could be scarified, what could be known, and what couldn’t.

Sometimes you just wanted to scream. “I’m allowed to be scared, Caleb. I’m allowed to worry over you,” but you knew he’d just smile. As if you saying that was more than enough, not allowing you to ever prove yourself to him.

This time was different. The scratch of stubble against your hand, thick dark stubble, sprouting stubbornly from his skin.

Did you look at the razor before you left Caleb?

Did you question what was more important, continuing the lie or your reunion? Was the razor in your hand? Did you put it down immediately, or is there a patch of smooth skin sticking out from the growing patch? So many questions, and you couldn’t vocalize them. You hoped your roaming hands, cocooning the humble look on Caleb’s face, conveyed the sentiment.

Caleb didn’t get the time to “clean up.” Once you stepped through the entrance of his home, you were crowded in the foyer. His lips pressed against yours, body corralling you within his thick arms. You were trapped, and yet exactly where you wanted to be. Kissing felt almost animalistic, like every push back against him was a fight, less giving and more taking and taking.

Breathing was a hassle, a nuisance. When you broke into a breathless gasp, Caleb traced his cheek against your face, not leaving your side for a moment. It hurt his bread, like a little pinch or a bite. You rooted your hands in his hair, squeezing and tugging as pain blurred with pleasure.

Would it leave marks as he traveled from your cheek to your neck, to the dip in your collarbone? Marring your soft skin. Caleb dropped to his knees, burrowed his face in your stomach and left soft kisses into your skin. His beard…it was ticklish. It felt almost wrong, but you giggled.

“Something funny?” Caleb husked, his own smirk betraying his tone, as he undid your pants.

“I missed you,” you said breathlessly, almost drunk on the vision of Caleb tugging your pants down.

“That's what's so funny?” he asked, before pressing his nose into your panties. He breathed you in, hands tight around your hips, keeping you steady, as he took his fill. You were making a bit of a mess. Your cunt pulsed like a heart and dripped its need shamelessly over your panties, and Caleb's thick nose pressed underneath your clit.

His stubble scratched your thighs as you squirmed in his grip. You weren't sure whether to clamp your legs around his face and keep him there, leaning into the bite of his stubble or run from it, the pleasure, the sting. Caleb chose for you, pulling away a little sheepishly as he wiped off the slick on his face.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“You can hurt me,” you said cheekily. Caleb laughed and shook his head. The hands on your hips looped around your drenched panties, he pulled them to join your pants on the floor.

“Can’t you tell I’m trying to avoid that?” You almost wanted to laugh at the irony. Instead, you shushed him.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, I’m into it.”

“Oh really,” you should’ve braced yourself, you could practically hear the tease in his voice, yet were shocked silent when he bit the inside of your thigh. You cursed, voice high and pitchy, the pain turning hot, as he kissed against your brand new bite mark. Your mouth went dry, your skin heated....ok, maybe you were into that a lot more than you expected.

“I’ll get you back for that,” you moaned, goosebumps raising your skin as he brushed his stubble against your thigh, against his mark.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Tenfold.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” A kiss against your thigh, then higher. You leaned back, positioned on the tips of your toes as you presented yourself to Caleb’s eager mouth. First, it was a chaste peck, then a real kiss against your firm clit. You practically hissed at the touch, your stomach swooping with the sensitivity.

Caleb pushed into your cunt, lapping you up as you dripped needily over him. Your voice caught in your throat, gasping and choking as sticky heat pooled thick in your stomach. Even now, with you being exactly where you wanted to be, you still ran from the itch of his stubble. Every lash sent a shockwave through your trembling thighs.

“I’m gonna fall,” you slurred your warning, brain mush from Caleb sucking greedily on your clit. His eyes never left yours. There was a dare to just fall, fall all over him. Let him scoop you back up and lick you to orgasm. Ruin that pussy for anyone else. You were too shy to admit it, but it already was.

Caleb looked drunk. Cheeks flushed, eyes closed in pure worship. He looked fucking pretty. Your pretty boy was pinning you in his hallway, marking you up, and doing things to your cunt that made you weak in the knees, weak on your toes.

“Fuck, Caleb, I can’t,” you gasped out. You were gonna cum, and you were gonna slip like something out of a goofy movie. Caleb placed his hand on your heaving stomach and pushed. Your back flattened against the wall. With you secured, he grabbed your thigh, raised to his liking, keeping you spread wide and pretty. Your spit slick pussy, the meat of your thigh held tight in his bruising grip, his thick nose pressed right against your clit. You were coming before you realized it.

He drank you up, keeping you still as you broke around him. He was scary, a man starved as he drank from you. He kept his eyes pinned to your writhing form. You were beautiful, and you were his, and he was proving that with every sharp gasp and twitch of your body.

When he felt like he was done, really done. Just before you were about to surrender to the pleasure, he rose. He kissed you, slow and sloppy. You tasted your need on his tongue and returned his passion, pulling him into you deeper, harder, rougher. Your hands gripped his hair, holding on as you both greedily took from each other.

The scratch of his bread, sharp from its curt length, taught you how easy it was to confuse pain with pleasure. Or maybe it was Caleb confusing you. He’d lie, he’d keep secrets, he’d hurt you, just like this, just where you needed it most, but it was him. Your pain to share. And when it did become too much, when you’ve felt light-headed, overwhelmed from the misunderstanding that you could sustain yourself from just Caleb alone, you broke. Lips swollen, face buzzed, need heightening.

“Bed,” you gasped.

“Now?”

“Now.”

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a/n- Mid, it was also the last of my 2025 reposts. I actually have to write now. Help me... (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)

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iqiisjejeijsjs GIMME HIMMMM *grabby hands*

[gingxjas]

Beard Burn₊˚⊹ ᰔ

summary: Caleb always did his best to return to you the same as he left you. This time you'll have to forgive him.

Or...Caleb eats you out with a 5 o'clock shadow. 18+

a/n - inspired by Caleb's solo card Indulgent Scheme. The beginning might be confusing with the card's context.

word count: 1.1k

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This time it truly felt like a reunion.

Usually, he'd return just as he left you. Sunny, bright-eyed, and fresh. He hid his life, his world outside your bubble, a well-kept secret. A mystery you pieced together from his hidden winces and bruises. The stilted chessboard conversations, where information was wielded like pawns. A game of what could be scarified, what could be known, and what couldn’t.

Sometimes you just wanted to scream. “I’m allowed to be scared, Caleb. I’m allowed to worry over you,” but you knew he’d just smile. As if you saying that was more than enough, not allowing you to ever prove yourself to him.

This time was different. The scratch of stubble against your hand, thick dark stubble, sprouting stubbornly from his skin.

Did you look at the razor before you left Caleb?

Did you question what was more important, continuing the lie or your reunion? Was the razor in your hand? Did you put it down immediately, or is there a patch of smooth skin sticking out from the growing patch? So many questions, and you couldn’t vocalize them. You hoped your roaming hands, cocooning the humble look on Caleb’s face, conveyed the sentiment.

Caleb didn’t get the time to “clean up.” Once you stepped through the entrance of his home, you were crowded in the foyer. His lips pressed against yours, body corralling you within his thick arms. You were trapped, and yet exactly where you wanted to be. Kissing felt almost animalistic, like every push back against him was a fight, less giving and more taking and taking.

Breathing was a hassle, a nuisance. When you broke into a breathless gasp, Caleb traced his cheek against your face, not leaving your side for a moment. It hurt his bread, like a little pinch or a bite. You rooted your hands in his hair, squeezing and tugging as pain blurred with pleasure.

Would it leave marks as he traveled from your cheek to your neck, to the dip in your collarbone? Marring your soft skin. Caleb dropped to his knees, burrowed his face in your stomach and left soft kisses into your skin. His beard…it was ticklish. It felt almost wrong, but you giggled.

“Something funny?” Caleb husked, his own smirk betraying his tone, as he undid your pants.

“I missed you,” you said breathlessly, almost drunk on the vision of Caleb tugging your pants down.

“That's what's so funny?” he asked, before pressing his nose into your panties. He breathed you in, hands tight around your hips, keeping you steady, as he took his fill. You were making a bit of a mess. Your cunt pulsed like a heart and dripped its need shamelessly over your panties, and Caleb's thick nose pressed underneath your clit.

His stubble scratched your thighs as you squirmed in his grip. You weren't sure whether to clamp your legs around his face and keep him there, leaning into the bite of his stubble or run from it, the pleasure, the sting. Caleb chose for you, pulling away a little sheepishly as he wiped off the slick on his face.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“You can hurt me,” you said cheekily. Caleb laughed and shook his head. The hands on your hips looped around your drenched panties, he pulled them to join your pants on the floor.

“Can’t you tell I’m trying to avoid that?” You almost wanted to laugh at the irony. Instead, you shushed him.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, I’m into it.”

“Oh really,” you should’ve braced yourself, you could practically hear the tease in his voice, yet were shocked silent when he bit the inside of your thigh. You cursed, voice high and pitchy, the pain turning hot, as he kissed against your brand new bite mark. Your mouth went dry, your skin heated....ok, maybe you were into that a lot more than you expected.

“I’ll get you back for that,” you moaned, goosebumps raising your skin as he brushed his stubble against your thigh, against his mark.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Tenfold.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” A kiss against your thigh, then higher. You leaned back, positioned on the tips of your toes as you presented yourself to Caleb’s eager mouth. First, it was a chaste peck, then a real kiss against your firm clit. You practically hissed at the touch, your stomach swooping with the sensitivity.

Caleb pushed into your cunt, lapping you up as you dripped needily over him. Your voice caught in your throat, gasping and choking as sticky heat pooled thick in your stomach. Even now, with you being exactly where you wanted to be, you still ran from the itch of his stubble. Every lash sent a shockwave through your trembling thighs.

“I’m gonna fall,” you slurred your warning, brain mush from Caleb sucking greedily on your clit. His eyes never left yours. There was a dare to just fall, fall all over him. Let him scoop you back up and lick you to orgasm. Ruin that pussy for anyone else. You were too shy to admit it, but it already was.

Caleb looked drunk. Cheeks flushed, eyes closed in pure worship. He looked fucking pretty. Your pretty boy was pinning you in his hallway, marking you up, and doing things to your cunt that made you weak in the knees, weak on your toes.

“Fuck, Caleb, I can’t,” you gasped out. You were gonna cum, and you were gonna slip like something out of a goofy movie. Caleb placed his hand on your heaving stomach and pushed. Your back flattened against the wall. With you secured, he grabbed your thigh, raised to his liking, keeping you spread wide and pretty. Your spit slick pussy, the meat of your thigh held tight in his bruising grip, his thick nose pressed right against your clit. You were coming before you realized it.

He drank you up, keeping you still as you broke around him. He was scary, a man starved as he drank from you. He kept his eyes pinned to your writhing form. You were beautiful, and you were his, and he was proving that with every sharp gasp and twitch of your body.

When he felt like he was done, really done. Just before you were about to surrender to the pleasure, he rose. He kissed you, slow and sloppy. You tasted your need on his tongue and returned his passion, pulling him into you deeper, harder, rougher. Your hands gripped his hair, holding on as you both greedily took from each other.

The scratch of his bread, sharp from its curt length, taught you how easy it was to confuse pain with pleasure. Or maybe it was Caleb confusing you. He’d lie, he’d keep secrets, he’d hurt you, just like this, just where you needed it most, but it was him. Your pain to share. And when it did become too much, when you’ve felt light-headed, overwhelmed from the misunderstanding that you could sustain yourself from just Caleb alone, you broke. Lips swollen, face buzzed, need heightening.

“Bed,” you gasped.

“Now?”

“Now.”

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a/n- Mid, it was also the last of my 2025 reposts. I actually have to write now. Help me... (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)

[healmydesires]

dreamlover, come rescue me

MASTERLIST

❥ pairing: dragon!sylus x princess!fem reader

❥ summary: She was moments from sealing her fate at the altar when a dragon crashed through the cathedral and stole her away. Imprisoned in his tower, she raged—until she began to understand that perhaps her gilded cage had been the true prison all along. What began as captivity became sanctuary, and somewhere between his gentleness and burning red eyes, she fell for her dragon.

❥ genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

❥ total fic word count: 36,7k (I am not normal about sylus sorry <3)

❥ warnings/tags: alternate universe, royal!au, dragon!au, dragon sylus, fantasy/fantasy!au, developing relationship, princess!mc, pining sylus, sylus sometimes shifts back to his sylus dragon companion form (half dragon/half human), longing/yearning, kidnapping, captivity, kinda shy!reader, reader is described as shorter than sylus, emotional!reader, no use of y/n (don’t really use it anymore tbh), attempted murder (not shown but hinted at that it was gonna happen) by named original male character, unhealthy family dynamics (bc certain expectations being set on royals), the fiancé being used as a malicious misogynistic plot device, romance, sylus kinda has been watching reader from afar for years. sylus is soft for reader. minor character death. mating. inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, monsterfucking because hello, unrealistic first time, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom sylus, ok… just in overall bye, sub!reader, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, major major major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral fixation. huge breeding kink aaaaa sorry. they’re both FREAKS. scent kink? knotting. sylus is worshipping his sweet princess ok! doggy style / prone bone (meow) and multiple other positions. lots of pet names (mostly sweetie. kitty/kitten. little kitten). lowkey pillow princess vibes. this is high key sweet and soft and then turns filthy (and then turns soft again). also there is ALWAYS aftercare in my fics even if I don’t explicitly write it. reader has hair, no further description though. blood mention, blood/ injuries. this is not beta read sorry

⟶ A/N: okay so this started because I saw this fan art from this amazing artist. it’s very nsfw and it’s obviously monsterfucking. NEVER thought I’d be into this but here I am dnndjdj anyways !!! I am so happy with how this turned out. writing and sharing this fic means so much to me. I thought I'd make a masterlist, that way y'all can navigate through each part more easily 💘💘💘

this goes without saying, but if you don’t like it don’t read it <3

AO3 • main masterlist

you can find every part/chapter below the “read more”

☾ part 1

☾ part 2

☾ part 3 (Coming soon)

[gingxjas]

Please, please read this, it’s so good😩😩

[gingxjas]

Tease ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚

summary: The Colonel is expected at the Annual Farscape Fleet Gala on time, if only his date would get off her knees and allow it.

Or...You really want to suck Caleb's cock, but you might have to convince him to let you do so. 18+

word count: 737

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Caleb would never let you know how much he wanted this. Craved it so deeply that the thought left a tremble in his bones. Moments like this, where your familiar intimacy fell into something new, something needier, nastier, would sway his guilt to rise like a rushing wave.

Yet you insisted. Begged even. And you both knew how soft Caleb was. How a pout and or you batting your eyelashes was all he needed to crumble. To his credit, he lasted longer than both of you expected. Whenever you’ve begged Caleb to allow you to suck him off, he distracted you with his teases, his hands, the softness of his tongue. His kisses and his expertise in all things you.

If you hadn’t worn that lip gloss, hadn’t swiped the wand against your lips like something out of Caleb’s dirtiest fantasies. If only it wasn’t the perfect shade of red, apple-tinted with a soft iridescent sheen that made Caleb want to lick it off. If you weren’t so fucking pretty. If you weren’t everything Caleb warned himself to never be tempted by, maybe you wouldn’t be on your knees right now. Kneeling on a pillow like a priceless jewel, your sweet lips planting kisses all over his straining cock. If only he were stronger. If only.

”I thought you’d never let me do this.” You whispered between sloppy kisses. Caleb’s hands bounced between gripping his colonel-uniform-clad thighs and the fitted sheet of his unmade bed.

“Me neither,” he choked through aborted gasps. Caleb definitely didn’t expect to have your mouth teasing his cock only 30 minutes before the annual Farspace Fleet Gala. You were supposed to finish getting ready. Slipping yourself into that deep maroon dress that made you look less like the accomplished hunter you were and more like…his. A claimed beauty to tout around, under the jealous gaze of his inferiors. And yet, now with you softly suckling the head of his cock, all reservations clouded in that fog of pleasure.

You just started, and everything felt so good. Sweat dotted his brow. His face flushed a bright red, from the tips of his ears to his faded freckled neck. His body, not yet his mind, was surrendering to the pleasure.

Caleb’s hands shadowed over your face before you felt the weight of it. Maybe he sensed you were about to push down, prove to both him and to yourself how far he could fit down your throat. Caleb, not ready yet, kept you in place. Kept your mouth stretched on his thick, velvet mushroom head. Honestly, the thought of slamming you down his cock, all the way, sprouting tears in those pretty eyes. Smearing that gloss all over his cock until it shined with lip gloss and spit made Caleb feel crazy, cunt-starved, and desperate. His stomach clenched almost in pain as he tried to stave off the orgasm that so desperately wanted release.

But the vision of decorating that needy look on your face with his cum. Painting your face, claiming you in the most demeaning way imaginable. He almost wanted to apologize for the thought, but he couldn’t think, couldn’t wrap his tongue around a syllable. Little cut off gasps. Low groans from deep in his throat were all he could manage as you sucked. It was all too much, yet when you left the tip of his cock with a pop, Caleb could barely curb the urge to grab you back and stuff himself down your willing throat.

With just a mere thought, the weight of his evol would wrap itself against the back of your head. It’d pin you down to the base, and all his hands would have to do is wipe the pretty tears from your eyes.

Instead, he watched, eyes low, as you placed kisses on his drooling head, then underneath the length of cock, to the very base. You sucked the side of his cock, tracing his pulsing vein with the tip of your tongue.

“This is all you want, Colonel?” You whispered as you let the weight of his length rest on your face. Caleb gagged himself, covering his mouth as he stared down at you, eyes wild, control waning, slipping through his fingers. “I could do so much more than just this,” you taunted.

“You’re killing me, pipsqueak,” he moaned, surrendering himself completely.

“I know,” you hummed cheerily, before continuing to ruin your Colonel.

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a/n - This was the day I learned I didn't need an extra 4,000 words of build-up for 3,000 words of smut. I was so impressed with myself, omg. ╮(ᵕ—ᴗ—)╭

[gingxjas]

Thank you!. ݁₊ ⊹ .

I woke up to 20 followers this morning! I can't believe it.

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Welcome to my blog, it’s so great to have you all, and thank you for the support over the first few days of my account ৎ𝄢

If you have the time, please send me any fic requests. I want to fill this blog up with drabbles and more Caleb fics, but I'm burnt out on ideas (っ◞‸◟ c)

I'm currently writing a KnightCaleb X Princess Mc long fic, but I don't want to abandon my blog while I dedicate myself to that process.

Luckily, I’ve already gotten a request for Verdant Wetlands-inspired fic, and I’m excited to start that soon (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Hope to chat with all of you again soon ~ Ginger❀

[gingxjas]

Caleb Proof⋆˙⟡.ೃ࿔⋆

summary: Stranded on a remote island, you and Caleb shelter from the unpredictable weather in a nearby cave. With time to spare until the storm breaks, you find yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Or…Caleb fucks you against a cave wall. 18+

word count: 4.1k

a/n - this fic is inspired by Caleb's beach banner & birthday card. If you haven't read those cards, you might be confused by the context in the beginning, but that stops mattering when they start f*cking. ╮(ᵕ—ᴗ—)╭

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Caleb was right. You might’ve let your mind wander. Embarrassment bruised your skin hot as you replayed his question. “Are you hoping I might do something then?” The word yes sat heavy on the tip of your tongue, threatening to spill out if you didn’t control yourself.

Moments like these, where your cowardice and desire fought for dominance, often left you nothing but frustrated and overwhelmed. So, instead of thinking too hard about it, you wrapped your desires in your tarp until you were nothing but Caleb's wittle penguin. The lack of disappointment in Caleb’s voice made your nerves tense. He shouldn’t expect anything. Not when everything was still new, still fragile, but you wanted him to want you. To need you the same way you needed him.

Flashes from his birthday, your time against the ground, your hands firmly clasped with his, served as a reminder that most of your fears were self-made. Yet, sitting behind Caleb's broad back, as naked as the day you were born, made you want him to push. To insist. Just a little bit. Force you to prove how much you truly wanted him. He was considerate. Thoughtful. You felt horrible that the thought of him taking more and more from you turned you on so much.

Caleb’s back was turned to you. He wrung the excess water from your soaked swimsuit set. You wanted to protest when he held your apple red panties in his grip, his muscles tensing and bulging as he forced every drip of water out of them.

When he finished, he casually laid them out with the rest of your clothes, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered. You hid those panties under their matching shorts all day. Was he imagining you in them? How they hugged and cupped your cunt. The thought only made you pull the tarp tighter around you.

What would happen if you stripped off the tarp completely? Bared yourself and waited for him to turn around and be surprised. Would he question it? Maybe he’d offer another light-hearted joke. Or, maybe he’d shed off the childhood familiarity he wore as a shield. Take what you offered. Rob you of your inhibitions and fears, and finally fuck you.

“I could wring out my own stuff,” you grumbled cowardly.

“Naked?”He asked.

Further complaints died on your throat. Silence filled the cave, pushing out all the air. It’s not as if Caleb didn’t try to talk to you, but you thwarted all conversation with your brattiness. As always, it didn’t deter him. He kept his back towards the fire, respecting your privacy and keeping his eyes on your drying clothes.

Absentmindedly, after minutes of being ignored, he tugged at the apple red strap of your swimsuit, “Y’know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you bought these with me in mind.”

“I did,” though your voice shriveled up at the end of your bold statement, it landed as intended. The back of his neck and tips of his ears blazed like a flare gun. At the sight, you giggled softly and awkwardly. Caleb often fell for your charms like an Olympic diver in a familiar pool; flustered moments like these were as rare as they were special.

“Not fair, Pipsqueak,” he chuckled, his hand rubbing at his blushing neck. As the soft sound soothed your body, you let yourself be charmed too.

“Caleb,” you whispered, “Can we kiss?” Your skin burned too hot to touch as soon as the question left your lips. They were probably preschoolers more suave than you. Caleb’s amused smirk meant he was probably thinking the same.

Caleb left the fire pit behind, smacking the dust off his hands as he walked towards your cocoon. “My wittle penguin wants a kiss?” he teased as he crouched down. You tightened the tarp until only your nose was visible. You couldn’t see Caleb, but you heard his gentle laugh and felt the soft petal-like kiss he flitted against your nose.“Well, I wanna kiss too.”

Caleb’s hands cradled your tarp-wrapped face. He studied his pouting penguin, gently angling your face to find what wasn’t hidden by your tarp.

“Not sure how I should go about that, if there’s no lips to kiss.”

Pouting, again, you shook your face free, but instead of puckering up, you looked down at the ground. With a small smile, Caleb kissed the corner of your pouted lips. “Ah, I missed,” he said in that same teasing voice that never failed to give you butterflies. “Let me try again.” Again and again, he kissed the corner of your lips. Then your trembling bottom lip. Your sweating forehead. Your flushed nose. Always missing where you needed him the most.

“Caleb,” you whined, your voice a hidden plea.

”It’s not easy kissing someone who's not looking at me.” You sharply turned your head towards him, as if to prove a point, but your brattiness quickly melted at the pleased look in his eyes.

“Good girl, stay like that for me.” Caleb dropped one more kiss on your cheek before asking politely, “Please?”

You did as you were told. It was just a kiss, not enough to taste him, just a tease. Slowly, gently, as if giving a fragile gift, he pressed a real kiss into your lips. You moaned, satisfaction burning through your body as you opened your mouth to his gentleness. You found a rhythm. When he licked, you nipped back and vice versa. When his hand steadied around your neck, keeping you in place as he slowly, slowly opened you up for his kiss, you leaned into his touch. You kept yourself still. You offered yourself pliant and ready.

His kisses lit you with sensation, and your body buzzed at the strange, yet familiar feeling. You were used to feeling good with Caleb, feeling good by Caleb, but not like this. Never have you allowed your desires to be fanned like a steady breeze on a fire bud. It was all you could focus on. How good his lips felt against yours. How he made you feel brave and needy and hot, so hot. You wanted to rip the tarp off and lean into his smooth, heated skin. When Caleb pulled away, you clumsily chased his lips. Hindering tarps be damned. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other. In your eyes was a simple dare, a challenge.

“More,” you croaked out, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

“You want more, baby?” He asked lowly, “Stick out your tongue.” Your tongue moved before your mind understood. So, you gave up thinking. Instead, you closed your eyes in anticipation of what came next.

Caleb’s tongue licked against yours before dragging you into a sloppy kiss. You relaxed. You’ve heard of kisses that were reminiscent of battles, but this felt like a sweet surrender. You held on to your tarp, letting yourself get drunk on his taste, on his scent, and persistence.

When Caleb’s tongue licked across the roof of your mouth, you shuddered so hard you fell back. Caleb followed you. Using his hands and evol to make sure your head didn’t slam against the cave ground. Making sure you could still take his kisses.

When you realized you were prioritizing Caleb’s kisses over breathing, you wrenched your mouth away. Yet, both of you were unwilling to move very far. You and Caleb panting into each other's mouths, sharing the same air, breathing the same breath.

“What are we doing?” he asked in a husky whisper.

“What we’re afraid to do,” you whispered back, muffling your own words with the start of another kiss.

Caleb kept you in place, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, his fingers softly stroking the hair at your nape. You needed his touch all over you. You were sick of the tarp. You wanted him to unwrap you like a present. Splay you out on the cave floor and teach you how to properly take his cock. Yet, shyness held you back. Kept you tugging on the inside of the tarp.

“I wanna see you,” Caleb said once he took a well-needed breath.

Too embarrassed to ask Caleb to strip you. You, first, roughly shimmied what you could out of your tarp. When you eventually got stuck, Caleb pulled at the tarp gently, and with that, the rest of the job became his. Layer by layer, he undid the tarp as if pushing down the petals of a budding flower. When you finally blossomed, you let your shyness fall away with the fabric. Though you had the urge to cover your panting breast and dripping cunt, you knew there was no point in hiding what was already known. You needed him. Your poor pussy clenched at the thought.

Caleb, thankfully, looked no better than you. His cock, hard and angry, strained against his thin swimwear. Darker, fuller eyes drank you in. Carving every line of you, every movement into his memory. “You can handle it?” He asked hoarsely. You wanted to say yes. You were so wet, it felt like he could slide right in. But Caleb finally pulling himself out of his trunks reminded you swiftly how much prep you needed.

It was heavy. You could imagine the hefty weight pressing down on your stomach. A thick vein traced a pulsing path from the base to his drooling mushroom head. Such a mean-looking cock. It stood at attention, ready to make a mess out of you. Leave your cunt satisfied and swollen. You purred at the thought.

“I can take it.” Your cock drunk mind said. Caleb smiled, breathed heavy and deep like he was relieved. Despite your approval, he was still cautious, even as he tapped his cock head against your pretty cunt.

“I’ll go slow, you tell me every time it hurts. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, pipsqueak.”

You silently laughed, “Yes, Colonel,” then you wrapped your arms around Caleb’s shoulders and braced yourself.

Though Caleb entered you steadily, the pain of the stretch was quick to rear its head. You tightened your hold on Caleb, nails biting into his blushed skin.

“It hurts,” you whispered, almost ashamed at how weak you felt. Caleb stopped, nuzzled into your neck, and peppered ticklish kisses against your skin.

“Take your time,” he said between his kisses, “I’m right here.” Though he couldn’t see it, you nodded fiercely, determined to compel your body to calm and relax. When it finally did, you rolled your hips, moaning at the sparks of pleasure.

“Are you starting without me?” Caleb gently scolded as he raised from your neck. Shallowly, he thrust his way inside you. His strained features tightened. Forehead dotting with sweat as your cunt made room for him. “So tight, baby. You feel so good,” Caleb moaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing widely as he swallowed down his further moans.

You closed your eyes, focusing on separating the growing pleasure from the waning pain. Softly, you chanted, “Caleb, Caleb,” cheering him on as he pushed inside of you. In response, the rough pad of his fingers caressed your buzzing clit. With every roll of his thumb, your body slowly but surely caved to Caleb’s weight. To the pressure he thrust into your grateful cunt. When he finally bottomed out, filling you up so perfectly you opened your eyes.

Caleb looked down at you with a soft smile, spilling his sunlight wherever the corners of his mouth stretched. Your beautiful boy, so grateful, so humbled to be inside of you. He leaned down and pressed a gentle, steadying kiss on your forehead. “Are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” You gasped back, the pressure in your cunt almost felt suffocating, but his warmth, the stretch, you wanted to cry out already, and he had yet to move. Caleb rested on his elbows, your legs spread to make room as he stuck to your body.

“I’m gonna start now, baby,” he whispered huskily. His gentleness fell away, revealing his desperate need on his sun-kissed face. For a moment, you wished to kiss every subtle freckle sprinkled across his body. Then he pulled back. Leaving you almost empty, until he meanly stuffed you full again and again. Any thoughts quickly disappeared after.

The cave wall reflected your actions like a mirror.

The slow flicker of the fire licked across Caleb’s strained face, painting him and your erotic shadows in a deep orange. Your face flushed hot, embarrassed, as your body arched and squirmed against the cave walls. Caleb’s brawn and his strong arms hid most of you, but nothing could disguise your clenching hands against his back, your legs that spread wider and wider as Caleb stretched your pussy. Your twitching stomach. Your parted mouth.

“Beautiful,” Caleb said, his eyes trailing over your shaking figure. As you looked at him and your joined shadows on the walls, you felt inclined to agree. Caleb's hand came to rest against your face. You leaned into the warmth. “Are you still afraid?” he asked.

You melted at the sincerity in his voice, at the softness in his eyes. Instead of answering, you invited him deeper into you. Wrapping your legs around his waist and simply holding on. He chuckled, shaking his head as he ramped up his thrusts. Creating a wet slapping sound from where you were connected. “You’re taking all of me so well, baby.”

“Yeah?” You asked with a heady gasp.

He hummed in response, “So glad you’re letting me pamper this pussy.”

“It’s yours,” you moaned.

Caleb chuckled again, “Already? I just started fucking this pretty cunt, pipsqueak. You gotta make me work for it.”

You weren’t sure what more you needed. Everything felt perfect. The heat from the fire, the taste of Caleb’s sweat, his hands pushing down your thighs. His cock. Fuck, his cock was perfectly carving a home for itself in your pussy. Leaving kisses against your cervix as your pussy clamped down on his vein, molding to its shape. It was his. You were all his. Forever. You don’t think there was a time when you weren’t.

“It’s too much?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded, “It’s too much,” you whimpered.

Caleb’s thrust didn’t falter.

“You want more?” He asked.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “Yessss.”

With a dirty smile, Caleb wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you up. You clung to Caleb’s body as your legs dangled uselessly to the sides.

“You didn’t have to say anything. You cunt’s so honest, she said yes for you,” He was right. Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and your greedy pussy took all of it. Even as your body hung limply off of Caleb, your cunt still squeezed and pulsed around Caleb’s cock.

When Caleb stood up, you sank on his cock like metal in water. Though tears sprang in your eyes at the slight sting, your pussy fluttered like a butterfly. A low groan caught in Caleb's throat, then he hissed at tightly as you squeezed the base of his cock.

“Look how happy your pussy is to have me all the way inside,” he meanly praised.

“Shut up.” Your voice was nothing more than a garble. You need to climb down from the high. Cumming too early with Caleb was a recipe for disaster. He had a stamina that would make long-distance runners balk.

Ignoring your useless fight for sanity, Caleb brought you against the smooth cave wall. You squealed as your heated back pressed against the cool stone. You instinctively tried to push away, hugging tighter to Caleb’s heat.

“Cold baby?” he said teasingly as he slowly fucked you against the wall, pinning you in place. The new angle felt like he was poking right at your bladder. The fear and the thrill of squirting all over his cock ramped up your impending orgasm like a rushing freight train.

“Shut up,” you moaned desperately.

“Don’t be mean pipsqueak,” he said huskily as he nuzzled against your cheek. “You like it when I talk to you, when I bully you a little.”

You shook your head. You wanted to say something, but all you could manage was gasps as Caleb’s cock pummeled your pussy.

“Don’t lie. I taught you better than that.” Fuck, it didn’t matter anymore. You were gonna come. You were right there, teetering over the edge, then he stopped.

“Caleb? Caleb,” you whined in protest. Squirming your hips as you desperately begged for friction. When that turned to be fruitless, tears sat at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall as your impending orgasm dwindled.

“No, don’t cry, you were being mean. Apologize.” He said in a voice that made your pussy spasm. “If your cunt doesn’t behave, I’ll pull out.” He warned sharply.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sobbed.

“For?”

“Lying,”

“About?”

“I like it when Caleb talks to me.” You conceded with a soft whimper.

Caleb groaned against your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs. “You’re killing me here, pipsqueak.”

With a weak laugh, you whispered shyly into his hair. “And, I like it when Caleb is mean to me.”

Caleb retreated from your neck and placed a firm kiss against your forehead. “I knew it, dirty girl.”

Caleb straightened up and readjusted his stance. The movement bounced you slightly on his cock, teasing what was to come.

“Hold on tight, pipsqueak. I plan on getting my revenge.” His first thrust silenced you. Your mouth opened in a soundless gasp as he thrusted upwards, pegging your G-spot with a precision that scared you. When you did finally speak, well, wail, it was with your orgasm.

It wasn’t wet and messy like Caleb liked. God, he loved the feeling of you squirting on his cock, hunted for it every time he had the pleasure of being in your pussy. Though your orgasm wasn’t like that, it still rocked through your body like a freight train.

“You feel good?” You could barely speak through your hiccups and cries, so you nodded frantically. Holding on for dear life as Caleb bounced you in his cock, using you like his favorite flesh light. “Then why are you crying so much, ya big baby. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve used this cunt.”

“You’re so mean,” you whined the first thing that came to mind.

“I know, I know,” he cooed mockingly, “but I’m worried, you're crying so much, maybe I should stop.”

You scrambled to tighten around his body, even as overstimulated as you were, the thought of stopping sounded like punishment. “You can’t.”

“I can,” you felt the tendrils of his evol wrap around your body, “but that’d make you really cry, huh? Tell me what’s wrong? I feel too good?”

“Caleb,” you moaned, your mind scrambling with every feverish thrust.

He just laughed, tightened his grip on your body, and whispered, “Don't be shy, I wanna hear all your complaints.” Using what strength you had left, you pinched at Caleb’s cheek, pulling roughly until you could see his canines.

“You take too long to cum,” you scolded.

A shiver shot down Caleb's spine. He huffed in delight, “Let’s fix that, ok?”

Like magnets, your lips found each other. Slow and sensual, you branded Caleb’s taste on your taste buds. You nibbled at his bottom lip, using your tongue to worm your way into his mouth. Caleb moaned deep in his throat when you slid your tongue against his. Teeth clashed, spit mixed as you and Caleb locked in a frantic kiss. When you pulled away, leaving a string of saliva in your retreat, Caleb, mesmerized, tightened his hold on you. He smiled down at your quivering pussy, happily fucking the last of his energy into your sensitive cunt. “Stay just like that, baby, I’m almost there.”

”Inside,” you weakly whimpered.

“Not inside, baby, I’m not wearing a condom,” he warned quickly. You cursed at your lack of preparation. There was nothing you wanted more than Caleb to stay heavy and hard inside you, but you both knew you couldn’t handle the risk. The look on Caleb’s face, however, reminded you of a professional gambler. Maybe with a little more pushing, he’d give you what you really wanted. You nuzzled the side of Caleb’s face, then licked the shell of his ear. “Inside, Caleb, please, please,” you begged.

“Fuck,” Caleb whispered shakily. He never gave you a proper response, but you could see his willpower waning. You were no better. The thought of him cumming inside, marking you up. Getting to sleep with his warm cum dripping out of your pussy.

Before you realized, your legs tightened around Caleb’s waist. Caleb grunted as your thighs pushed away his hands. You held yourself up with your own strength as Caleb’s hands moved to grip your bottom. A whimper crawled out of your throat as his hands dug softly into your skin. “Pipsqueak,” he groaned next to your ear. Despite the danger, his hips never stopped moving. He chased both your orgasms unabashedly. The thought of him getting so worked up. So enamoured by you that he’d throw caution to the side made you tighten your thighs even more.

“Don’t test me, baby.” He huffed, “I’ll cum in you and keep my cock plugged in your cunt to make sure it stays there.”

You were gone. Absolutely ruined, you came with a shout. Your orgasm, that boiled warm and unrelenting in your stomach, sprayed out of you. While your pussy clamped down on his cock, milking and urging Caleb to paint your walls, energy sapped from your limbs. You hung loosely off him as you whimpered and whined from the pleasure.

“Beautiful, baby.” You babbled back a curse, unable to keep back the annoyance at how impressed he sounded.

Caleb, in one smooth motion, pulled you off his cock and hung your limp legs on his shoulders. Dazed, you rested your hand against the cave wall and watched clearly as Caleb positioned his face right in front of your drooling pussy.

He licked a long, wide stripe against your pussy. Uselessly, you gripped against the cave walls and ceilings for purchase. When that failed, you keeled over Caleb’s head, rooting your hands in his dark locks as he drank from your cunt.

“Fuck, fuck Caleb,” you panted as you held on for your sanity. Caleb groaned deep from within his chest. He lapped at your pussy like a starved animal, taking and taking in just the way you needed. He would stop only when he was satisfied, and your poor pussy felt like putty.

You moaned your voice raw and choppy, high off your orgasm. If you didn’t say anything, Caleb would keep you up there until you broke. Until your mind revolved around the tip of his tongue. Your body moved before your mouth could. You tapped out, pelting his shoulder with quick slaps, then begged, “Caleb, I can’t take it anymore.”

Caleb’s tongue paused immediately. He softly dropped you from his shoulders to his waist. Remnants of pleasure buzzed through your calming body. You dropped your exhausted head into Caleb’s neck. For a moment just held you, trailing his hands up and down your back.

“Too much?”He chucked

“Are you trying to kill me?” you whimpered as you twitched and squirmed in his tight hold.

“I’m sorry. I got ahead of myself,” he said sheepishly. You grabbed at his hair and pulled weakly. Caleb just laughed, “Be careful, pipsqueak. I like it when you’re mean too.”

“ Caleb, did you come?” you whined sadly. Your stomach bubbled with guilt and regret. You were certain that if Caleb did anything besides continuing to rub soothing circles into your back, you’d lose your mind to pleasure. But you could still feel the heat of his cock radiating against your still twitching pussy.

“It doesn’t matter. Do you feel ok?”

“Caleb, I want you to cum.”

“ I don’t need to.”

“Caleb,” you moaned, as you began to roll your hips, doing anything to urge an orgasm out of him. You squeaked as the smooth tip of his cock rubbed against your clit. Caleb’s breath shattered.

“Stop, pipsqueak. I’m not that strong.”

“You can use my pussy just a little longer. Just until you cum, ok.” Caleb’s blush spread like wildfire. You leaned closer, whispered in his ear, “Please?”

“Fuck,” you felt the shiver shoot down his spine before cum splashed against your pussy. “You’re evil, y’know that,” Caleb groaned as he pulled you closer to him, sticking himself to your sweaty skin. Caleb’s cock made a mess of cunt, spreading his cum against your slit. “As soon as we get back to the resort, I’ll get you back for that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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a/n - My fourth ao3 repost!! I'm running out of my backlog! I was really deep in my meanleb era when I wrote this. I think this is one of my better-written smuts, but I might be biased cause I love mean soft-dom Caleb.

Is that an oxymoron ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?