✩ Gut-punches are about timing. You don't say “I love you” during the sunset. You say it in the middle of a burning building or right after they stab you.
✩ A single line of dialogue like “you were supposed to come back” hits harder than an entire page of poetic mourning.
✩ Don’t just break their hearts, break their sense of identity. Make them question who they are, what they stand for, and if it was ever worth it (That’s premium pain.)
✩ Let someone be forgiven… but not trusted again. That's the kind of heartbreak that lingers like smoke.
✩ Sometimes the most devastating line is the one they don’t say. Silence is a character too.
✩ Give them a moment of joy. Right before everything falls apart. Hope makes the fall hurt more.
✩ Someone saying “I forgive you” through tears? Powerful. Someone saying “I still love you but I can’t stay”? Absolutely soul shattering.
✩ If they die, don’t describe the death. Describe the aftermath. The coat left hanging by the door. The mug still on the table. The dog waiting.
Flaws/Quirks in Male Characters That I’m BEGGING Writers to Explore
✧ Dudes who are bad at sports. Yes, Chad, not every male character needs to throw a perfect spiral in high school. Let him get hit in the face with a dodgeball. Let him (please) suck.
✧ The “pretty boy” who's not vain, just vibing. Like he knows he looks like he walked out of a Renaissance painting but has the self esteem of a lost ferret.
✧ Shy, awkward boys who don’t magically become suave by Chapter 6. No, he’s still weird at parties and says “you too” when the waiter says “enjoy your meal.”
✧ Flirtatious guys who are actually super respectful. He's flirty but not a walking lawsuit. Shocker. He’s playful, not predatory.
✧ Male friendships that aren't emotionally constipated. Yes, two guys can say “I love you, bro” and not immediately punch each other to cancel it out.
✧ The soft spoken leader. He doesn’t need to scream orders or have a “gruff, commanding voice.” He just talks, and people shut up and listen because he’s competent.
✧ Dudes with weird hobbies. like, your guy MC collect antique spoons or have a YouTube channel rating old vacuums. Why not. It’s his passion.
✧ Guys who are clingy and insecure in relationships. Not abusive, just genuinely terrified of being left on read for too long. He's trying his best, ok?
requested ♡ needy–pathetic–whiney!caleb x overstimulated f!reader
cw : overstimulation, pussy drunk caleb, multiple orgasms, unprotected intercourse, creampíes, ovulation mention, both are at it like rabbits
a/n : I'm a strong believer of caleb seeing sex as something spiritual. that man would be drunk into your pussy forever if it's possible 🧘🏽♀️🫡
You don’t even remember how many times you’ve done it at this point.
You’re trembling under him, legs spread wide as your thighs twitch uncontrollably. Sweat glistens across your skin, the sheets soaked beneath your ass as your body writhes from the overstimulation. Caleb’s cock is still buried deep inside you, twitching, throbbing, refusing to soften even after he’s cum twice.
You’re not the only one suffering. No. Caleb’s worse.
Much, much worse.
He’s hunched over you, forehead pressed to your chest, lips parted in a string of pathetic little whimpers as he rocks his hips into you helplessly, like he physically can’t stop. His entire body is trembling, from his strong arms planted on either side of your head, to his thick thighs caging you in as they quake with every slow, shallow thrust.
“Baby—fuck, please—” he gasps, voice breaking. “I-I can’t—can’t take it anymore—”
“You’re still hard,” you breathe, voice raspy from crying out so much. “Still so thick, still so deep inside me, Caleb…”
He chokes on a moan, his hips stuttering. “You’re so warm, baby—shit—y’keep pulling me back in like that, I—” his voice turns into a whimper, high-pitched and desperate, “I’m gonna cum again—I can’t—please—!”
You cup his flushed, tear-streaked face with both hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. His purple irises are glossy and unfocused, pupils blown wide as he pants open-mouthed, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
“Caleb,” you coo softly, thumbing at his damp cheek, “you’re being so needy tonight…”
His bottom lip trembles, his hips involuntarily grinding into your soaked, overstimulated pussy as he cries out.
“I know,” he croaks, voice cracking as he hides his face in your neck. “I’m sorry—I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t stop—I need you, baby—I need to be inside you—need to feel you—need to hear you cry—fuck, please, pipsqueak, I’m losing my mind—”
Your core clenches around him at the sound of his wrecked voice. “Aw, poor thing,” you murmur, clenching around him on purpose, and he screams into your neck, entire body spasming as his hips jerk wildly.
His cock pulses inside you, twitching with another orgasm that never ends. His nails dig into the pillow next to your head as he sobs, tears dripping onto your skin.
You’re overstimulated. Raw. Shaking. But his cock doesn’t soften. If anything, it throbs harder.
“Oh my god, Caleb…” you whimper, gripping his waist with both hands. “You’re still hard? You’re… you’re fucking insatiable.”
He lets out a pathetic cry, thrusting slowly, helplessly, like an animal in heat.
“You were—were ovulating, right?” he whispers, delirious, “I just… wanted to make sure… your body was satisfied…”
You grab his jaw and kiss him—sloppy, rough, tongue and teeth, your body arching into his. He moans into your mouth, hips still rolling. Still. Still. The man’s dick is possessed.
“God, you’re a mess,” you pant, pulling away from the kiss to wipe his tears with your thumbs. “My big, strong colonel all needy and whimpering because my pussy feels too good?”
His breath hitches, and suddenly he’s bucking into you faster. His brain is melting. He’s so overstimulated, he can’t even form sentences anymore.
“Let go,” you whisper in his ear. “Just fall apart, baby. Be my desperate little mess.”
And he does. He shatters.
He cums again, harder than any time before, his whole body curling around yours like he’ll die if you let him go. His voice breaks on a sob, hips stuttering, mind gone. His legs finally give out and he collapses on top of you, cock twitching weakly inside your soaked cunt.
You stroke his back as he trembles in your arms, lips brushing his ear.
“You feel better now, colonel?”
He mumbles something that sounds like "I saw god" and you giggle, still clenching gently around his cock.
You feel him shudder. And just like that—he’s hard again.
i know ep 3 of adolescence has already been taken apart and analyzed by much more qualified people than me, but there is one detail i noticed that i didn't see anyone talking about. it's the way the guard at the training center keeps talking to briony even when it's obvious she's not interested, that she's just trying to do her job, and at one point he even thinks he can give her advice on it just because he read a book about it. and it's so typical of men in professional environments who think they know better just because they're men, who'll talk down to women that outqualify them by miles, who'll mansplain women's jobs to them because in their mind, it just doesn't compute that a woman could know more. that a woman could be smart enough to not need anyone's input. and in most cases, all a woman can do is ignore it because that's the easiest way she can carry on doing her job.
Do you happen to have any tips on how to write realistic teenagers? I’m referring to people who aren’t stereotypically moody, angsty, and constantly on their cellphones.
Writing Notes: Teenagers
Teenagers - (or adolescents) a person undergoing the period of human development that starts with puberty (approximately 10 to 12 years of age) and ends with physiological and neurobiological maturity, shown in neuroscientific research to extend to at least age 20, with significant brain development in the late adolescent stage of 18 to 20 years.
Although brain development continues for many individuals into their mid to late 20s, this latter period is considered to be young adulthood.
During the adolescent period, major changes occur at varying rates in:
physical characteristics,
sexual characteristics, and
sexual interest,
resulting in significant effects on:
body image,
self-concept, and
self-esteem.
Major cognitive and social developments take place as well. Most young people acquire enhanced abilities to:
think abstractly,
make rational decisions about behavior,
evaluate reality hypothetically,
reconsider prior experiences from altered points of view,
assess data from multiple dimensions,
reflect inwardly,
create complex models of understanding, and
project complicated future scenarios.
Adolescents also increase their peer focus and involvement in peer-related activities, place greater emphasis on social acceptance, and seek more independence and autonomy from parents.
The teen years are also called adolescence.
This is a time for growth spurts and puberty changes (sexual maturation).
A teen may grow several inches in several months, followed by a time of very slow growth. Then they may have another growth spurt.
Puberty changes may happen slowly. Or several changes may occur at the same time.
It's important to remember that these changes will happen differently for each teen.
Some teens may have these signs of maturity sooner or later than others.
Each child goes through puberty at their own pace.
Puberty
Teenagers go through many physical, mental, emotional, and social changes. The biggest change is puberty, the process of becoming sexually mature.
Puberty - Usually happens between ages 10 and 14 for girls and ages 12 and 16 for boys. As your body changes, you may have questions about sexual health.
During this time, you start to develop your own unique personality and opinions. Some changes that you might notice include:
Increased independence from your parents
More concerns about body image and clothes
More influence from peers
Greater ability to sense right and wrong
All of these changes can sometimes seem overwhelming. Some sadness or moodiness can be normal. But feeling very sad, hopeless, or worthless could be warning signs of a mental health problem.
As your teen starts to struggle for independence and control, many changes may happen:
Wants independence from parents
Peer influence and acceptance becomes very important
Romantic and sexual relationships become important
May be in love
Has long-term commitment in relationship
Some Developmental Milestones: 12-14 years old
Emotional/Social Changes. Children in this age group might:
Show more concern about body image, looks, and clothes.
Focus on themselves; going back and forth between high expectations and lack of confidence.
Experience more moodiness.
Show more interest in and influence by peer group.
Express less affection toward parents; sometimes might seem rude or short-tempered.
Feel stress from more challenging school work.
Develop eating problems.
Feel a lot of sadness or depression, which can lead to poor grades at school, alcohol or drug use, unsafe sex, and other problems.
Thinking and Learning. Children in this age group might:
Have more ability for complex thought.
Be better able to express feelings through talking.
Develop a stronger sense of right and wrong.
Some Developmental Milestones: 15-17 years old
Emotional/Social Changes. Children in this age group might:
Have more interest in romantic relationships and sexuality.
Go through less conflict with parents.
Show more independence from parents.
Have a deeper capacity for caring and sharing and for developing more intimate relationships.
Spend less time with parents and more time with friends.
Feel a lot of sadness or depression, which can lead to poor grades at school, alcohol or drug use, unsafe sex, and other problems.
Thinking and Learning. Children in this age group might:
Learn more defined work habits.
Show more concern about future school and work plans.
Be better able to give reasons for their own choices, including about what is right or wrong.
The Raising Teens Project identified 10 critical developmental tasks that teenagers need to undertake to make a successful transition to adulthood:
Adjust to sexually maturing bodies and feelings
Develop and apply abstract thinking skills
Develop and apply new perspective on human relationships
Develop and apply new coping skills in areas such as decision making, problem solving, and conflict resolution
Identify meaningful moral standards, values, and belief systems
Understand and express more complex emotional experiences
Form friendships that are mutually close and supportive
key aspects of identity
Meet the demands of increasingly mature roles and responsibilities
Renegotiate relationships with adults in parenting roles
It’s normal for adolescents to...
Argue for the sake of arguing. Adolescents often go off on tangents, seeming to argue side issues for no apparent reason; this can be highly frustrating to many adults (Walker & Taylor, 1991). Keep in mind that, for adolescents, exercising their new reasoning capabilities can be exhilarating, and they need the opportunity to experiment with these new skills.
Jump to conclusions. Adolescents, even with their newfound capacities for logical thinking, sometimes jump to startling conclusions (Jaffe, 1998). However, an adolescent may be taking a risk in staking out a position verbally, and what may seem brash may actually be bravado to cover his or her anxiety. Instead of correcting their reasoning, give adolescents the floor and simply listen. You build trust by being a good listener. Allow an adolescent to save face by not correcting or arguing with faulty logic at every turn. Try to find what is realistically positive in what is being said and reinforce that; you may someday find yourself enjoying the intellectual stimulation of the debates.
Be self-centered (Jaffe, 1998). Adolescents can be very “me-centered.” It takes time to learn to take others’ perspectives into account; in fact, this is a skill that can be learned.
Constantly find fault in the adult’s position (Bjorklund & Green, 1992). Adolescents’ newfound ability to think critically encourages them to look for discrepancies, contradictions, or exceptions in what adults (in particular) say. Sometimes they will be most openly questioning or critical of adults with whom they feel especially safe. This can be quite a change to adjust to, particularly if you take it personally or the youth idealized you in the past.
Be overly dramatic (Jaffe, 1998). Everything seems to be a “big deal” to teens. For some adolescents, being overly dramatic or exaggerating their opinions and behaviors simply comes with the territory. Dramatic talk is usually best seen as a style of oration rather than an indicator of possible extreme action, unless an adolescent’s history indicates otherwise.
Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ⚜ Character Development ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs
Here are some writing references you can use as inspiration. Choose which ones make sense to incorporate in your story considering your specific character and how the plot develops. There's a wide array of personalities and behaviour a teenager would exhibit. At the same time, keep in mind your character's culture and other aspects of their background that could affect how they act/react throughout your story. I also included a link above that contains links on tips & advice to help with character development. See which ones resonate with you. And lastly, do go through the sources because there are more examples and other details I wasn't able to include here but perhaps you might find useful. Hope this helps with your writing!
Adolescence as a show is so incredibly well done. I'm currently working on a master's thesis that's looking at radicalisation of young boys in the era of influencers like Andrew tate. This is dangerous and it's not just because young boys are impressionable but because they're essentially in an echo chamber with no adult challenging their thoughts because adults themselves don't understand the extent of the hold patriarchy has on them.
The way this series shows Jamie's internalised misogyny is outstanding. You see, the fact of the matter is that Jamie is a young boy but the words he's parroting are those of people much more older than him. It's not just his fault. It's also the fault of people around. If Jamie's history teacher Mr Malik had TRIED to make him open up (and he would have opened up because Jamie likes history) If any ONE of the adults had taken notice, talked to him, been vulnerable with him; if any ONE of the older boys had taken a moment to call him out than cyberbullying him, if his father or his mother could have taken a moment of their time to teach him empathy and compassion and educated themselves on the discourses Jamie was being subjected to, this could have been avoided. And I'm not saying Jamie isn't to blame but we're as much a product of our nurture as we are of our nature. And this series shows that.
We need to take a moment, MEN need to take a moment and talk to the other men in their lives. Call them out. Make them take accountability for that they did. Hold your mates accountable. This is not just haha. Your group chat is not just a "safe space", a "locker room", it is a space where your friends are showing you who they are and what you do next, is incredibly important.
Adolescence Review (by someone who used to work in child protection)
Recently watched Netflix's Adolescence and it was probably the best TV series I've seen. It's superbly acted (how was this Owen Cooper's first role?), fascinatingly filmed (every single episode is shot in one take), and brimming with empathy and nuance.
It also resonates personally with me. Once upon a time, I worked in child protection for a year. I've worked with kids like the main subject of the series, Jamie Miller. I can't and won't give details, but this series probably captures the heart-wrenching, soul-crushing reality of what it's like to work with kids who do horrific crimes.
Episode 1 is an excruciatingly detailed account of the dehumanization of arrest and imprisonment, and that's even with everyone doing their best to be kind to Jamie because he's a child (13, but looks younger). I guarantee you most cops don't try to be nice to most intakes.
There's really only one moment where a cop is cruel until the interrogation, and that's when Jamie's being strip-searched. The man conducting the search tells his father, who asks, in essence, "how would you feel if you were thirteen and strangers wanted to do this to you?" that "I was never accused of a crime." Well, bully for you, jerk-face.
Yet the viewer also understands the cruel necessity of having to conduct such a search, while also wanting to throw up. I do think a lot of the discourse around juvenile criminals resorts to "throw away the key" without considering what that means, and what humiliation and abuse kids go through when they're arrested (rightfully or wrongfully). The show following each and every motion and forcing the viewer to observe the father's face rather than the actual search forces the viewer to face their own thoughts on juvenile justice (especially because, at this point, you don't know whether Jamie did it).
But at the same time as Jamie is dehumanized in this way, you're confronted with the reality of how much he's dehumanized his victim at the end of the episode, when you see that he absolutely, 100% did do it. This thread of how Jamie dehumanizes women in particular continues in Episode 3.
Episode 2 is easily the weakest of the series. It's still great and offers, via a chaotic school with checked-out adults who can't care anymore and adults who do care completely overwhelmed and limited by their own humanity, a symbolic picture of what teenagers face. How can they learn when they aren't willing to listen? At the same time, how can they learn when no one is teaching? How can people teach when they are drowning themselves?
My criticism here is that the school appeared not exactly unrealistic, but also slightly hyperbolized. I think they could have stressed the struggles of trying to care when there's too much to care for even more than they did via an additional episode, an episode I think the second one almost introduced and then left dangling--one that focused on Katie's loved ones.
We hear about Katie's mom, and we meet Jade and see her rage over losing her best friend. We even see one detective voice how frustrating it is that Jamie will be remembered but Katie won't be. I wouldn't quite call this lip service because I do think the aim of the show isn't quite about this, but I do think the show should have spent an episode on Jade and/or Katie's family.
We know Katie isn't perfect as a victim, but that doesn't mean in any way that she deserved to be stabbed to death (or to have her pictures leaked). In fact, the show makes this emphatically clear. But I still think they missed a chance to make her more human, to show the loss through her loved ones.
If Episode 2 is the slightly-less-than-the-others episode, Episode 3 is the standout. The psychologist examines Jamie and he vacillates between inappropriately flirting with the psychologist to childishly requesting more hot chocolate to terrifyingly screaming in rage to sobbing in fear like a child in a nightmare to condescendingly mocking her like a rabid fan of Elon's would to desperately trying to wrench away the reality of what he did and trying to talk himself out of facing reality. And Owen Cooper, the child actor, makes all of this believable.
The reality is that the cruelty of what Jamie's done sinks in during Episode 3. He tells his psychologist that most other guys who have assaulted their victim, but he didn't, so he's better, right? And then he screams and sobs minutes later begging for someone to tell him that they like him, anyone. I found myself wanting to grab the psychologist and beg her to say that she "cared" (something I said in a similar moment during my work doing child protection). But I also understand why she didn't--not just professionally, but in terms of Jamie having to realize that he can't be entitled to people liking him when he's so cruel to women.
The psychologist also asks Jamie if he understands what death is. While he says all the right words to show he does, everyone over the age of 20 knows that he doesn't, and the show knows it too. I genuinely think that, until you get older, you cannot fully understand what it means for someone to be gone from this earth.
And therein lies the paradox of the show: Jamie doesn't fully understand what he's done. At the same time, what he's done has permanent, gruesome, irreversible consequences for everyone around him--and beyond that, because of the internet's influence beyond local boundaries.
Episode 4 is an episode I would call beautiful in a lot of ways, despite the fact that it's jagged and raw. We follow Jamie's family (dad, mom, and older sister) as they try to celebrate the dad's birthday about a year after the crime. We see how they're wrestling with the fallout and agony of knowing they raised Jamie--but they also raised Lisa, who is kind of an awesome kid.
And while Episode 1 actually has detectives musing that the parents might be abusive and that might explain it, this episode removes any doubts: Eddie and Amanda, Jamie's parents, are good parents. They are not perfect. Eddie has a temper. Amanda should have monitored his computer use more. But also? No parents are perfect. Arguably, the detective who interacts with his son in Episode 2 is a worse parent than they are. Yet his son is great, and Lisa is great.
There simply isn't a good explanation. Jamie was hurting, yes, but his pain can't be pinned down to a singular cause. The internet hurt him and gave him messages about masculinity that were harmful to say the least. But he also got those messages at school, even if he wasn't on the internet. And he got love at home, as well as some flawed interactions with his parents.
So who is responsible for Jamie's actions? Jamie himself. He chose.
Yet, the series also acknowledges that Jamie is a child, and he is not just "born bad." We see how other kids, like Jade punching Ryan, and Ryan loaning Jamie the knife, and Tommy joking around, and the bully leaking Katie's pictures--they have no comprehension of the extreme ramifications of their actions... but some of them also don't appear to care to learn. Normally, society would demand they care to learn, but that's not happening.
So then what? If society creates these kids, then what does society owe them? That's a question the series wants viewers to walk away contemplating, rather than giving a simple answer.
And there is some hope: Jamie deciding to plead guilty and accept responsibility. In that, we see how kids are supposed to be able to make mistakes and learn and grow. Yet Jamie's "mistake" is so shattering that Katie will never get to grow beyond it because of him, and to what degree Jamie can after pleading guilty isn't clear either. And in an era where their every action is captured online, can they ever really grow beyond?
I don't know that I have an answer to that. I've seen some kids I worked with grow up to be awesome. And I've lost touch with others, particularly those whose cases were more serious. There is no agony like seeing a child who has done something horrific and is suffering themselves and knowing you can't save them, and not knowing what the future holds for them. All you're left with is being able to hope that they'll learn to accept responsibility and grow, but in a system and society that makes that really impossible, is that even much of a hope?
what i love about adolescence (the show) was the creative decision to make the family "normal" and yet their young son still committed a violent crime, and we see them trying to navigate their life after what has happened. the show didn't have dramatic plot points because the purpose of the show is to understand why and and what could have been done to prevent this crime. not only from the family, but the education system, the social media sites that allow misogyny to spread, laws that aren't caught up. the story told is heartbreaking, and delivered so beautifully with the decision to film in one continuous shot
This is easily one of the best shows I’ve watched in a long time. Netflix consistently delivers when it comes to miniseries, and this was no exception. But what makes Adolescence truly remarkable is that it tells a story that needed to be told.
We see the online radicalization of young men and boys every day. And because of the work I do on this topic, I can tell you that what’s visible - the parts we see on Instagram or Twitter - is just the tip of the iceberg. The real, insidious radicalization happens in the shadows: in private group chats on WhatsApp, Discord servers, and locked Reddit threads. It’s a thousand times worse than most people realize. So when the show actually name-dropped the word "manosphere," I was stunned. No one ever talks about it, despite how much it impacts young people - especially boys.
Beyond the subject matter, Adolescence was incredibly well-written. The way it handled the school environment, the interactions between parents, and the way adults often fail to grasp the coded language and social hierarchies of online spaces, it was all so nuanced, so painfully real.
This is the kind of content we need more of. I am begging Netflix to stop churning out serial killer shows that glorify their subjects. Instead, we need more stories like this.
And beyond the writing, the acting and directing were on another level. Stephen Graham was phenomenal. Every time he was on screen, I was in tears. And when I found out this was Owen Cooper’s first acting role? No experience at all? Just some random kid? He blew me away, especially in Episode 3. The entire cast delivered such raw, powerful performances.
Also, the fact that every episode was filmed in a single continuous shot...wow. I didn’t even notice at first, but once I realized it, it became clear how much it added to the story. It intensifies the realism, the claustrophobia, and the sense of inescapable momentum.
I’ve seen people say that parents of young boys should watch this. I disagree. The manosphere and the rise of online misogyny isn’t just about young boys. It’s about all of us. We contribute to it when we ignore it, when we allow it to continue unchecked, when we don’t talk about it. This isn’t just a show for parents. Everyone needs to watch this and understand the devastating real-world consequences of the misogyny that festers online.
Episode 3 as a whole is a punch to the gut, but I believe one of the most important parts of it to me was the way they perfectly portrayed how violent men and boys will take advantage of “not perfect” victims to try and rid themselves of any responsibility for their violence.
Even at 13, Jamie is aware of that, subconsciously or not. He uses words like “bitch” and “slut” to refer to a 13 year old girl—a child he killed. He brings up her leaked photos again and again, talks about her comments and her treatment of him as if any of that should exempt him from his crime.
He already knows he has an advantage, for being a boy and having hurt a girl who’s not perfect and “pure”. The show drives this point home when that store’s employee tells Jamie’s dad he suports his son and talks badly about Katie. He says there’s more people who agree with him.
Because there are. The whole time, Jamie brings up “Katie was flat”, “she took nude pictures”, “she rejected me”, “she bullied me”. He still tries to paint her as the villain when he was the one who admitted he only pursued her because she was fragile and he wanted to take advantage of that.
He even claps himself in the back because he didn’t sexually assault her after he murdered her, as if that makes him a good person. (When he did in fact commit a sexual crime by looking at her naked pictures without her consent).
I think that’s the most vital part of the show. The way Jamie can’t comprehend what he did was wrong because he doesn’t view Katie as a person, not even in death. That’s his understanding.
i find it rather ironic how people are reducing the adolescence mini series to "was jamie a sociopath" and "did katie bully jamie", when the whole point of the show is how the manosphere and the alt-right pipeline is so violent and omnipresent on social medias that a 13 year-old boy who loved to draw and learn about the industrial revolution ends up thinking that women are worthless pieces of meat and that he's "one of the good ones" because he didn't rape katie, he just stabbed her to death.
edit: this post is NOT terf friendly!!!! im a transsexual dyke boygirl get out get out get out
INCLUDES— fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, facesitting, handjob, recording, exhibition/voyeurism (??), car sex, making out, groping, penetration, squirting, creampie, blowjob, size difference kink, virgin caleb in some links, masturbation, breast/nipple play.
WARNINGS— CHN/KR/JP DYNAMIC !! USE OF GEGE AND MEIMEI !! added a virgin!caleb series because I love the headcanon of him saving himself for mc after all these years, he's yearner number one !! 16 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk ! nsfw below the cut
caleb absolutely ravishing you after having to wait years to get his hands on you
your gege holding your hands while he creampies you <3
you're staying at home while you're on summer break from college, but you have to be quiet so Grandma Josephine doesn't catch the two of you
caleb saved himself for you all these years so you have to teach him the basics ⋆ giving virgin!caleb his first handjob ⋆ you know your gege has a particular interest in your panties ⋆ virgin!caleb seemed quite useless when you tried to teach him how to eat you out, he couldn't even find your clit, so you ordered him to lie still while you rode his face instead ⋆ teaching virgin!caleb how to make you come with his fingers ⋆ when you finally take caleb's v card he's such a desperate mess, humping and rutting into you like he's in heat, he's so cute
watching you rub your clit really gets him going
fuckboy!caleb on the phone to one of his flings from the academy while he's fucking his meimei senseless
he needs you close to him, it's a must when he's bearing all of himself to you after so many years of pretending
caleb is just obsessed with your tits, always has been
recording so he can send the videos to one of your pathetic ex flings that was blowing up your phone so he can show them that no one fucks you better than your gege
car sex because he really couldn't wait five minutes until you got home
he thinks the way you gag on his cock is the hottest fucking thing
warnings. fem! reader, taking your v-card, reader is a virgin, dirty talk
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne
zayne was anxious, very much so, trembling with his excitement as his forehead presses to your throat, his breath shaky with how hard he's trying to hold himself together, "are you sure?" he whispers at first, even though his hands were already gripping against your hips, like your yes would be the only thing that ever mattered.
and when you gave it to him, a silken sweet, real, response, he exhales like he's on the brink of dying, like you're honestly saving him with your answer.
"you don't get to take this back," he utters within a hoarse tone, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear ever so softly, "you give it to me, you chose me."
he says it like it's something sacred, like he's owed the softness between your legs, the stutter of your breath, the shiver of your thighs clamped around his hips, all in all with his hands slowly spreading you open, bare and exposed beneath him, untouched, and the glimmer in his eyes was honestly luscious, like zayne wanted to burn this moment into you until it scarred.
and then, well, he pushes in as your back arches immediately, the stretch resembling fire— like your body was folding in on itself trying to take him fully.
you cry out without meaning to, your voice cracking, the pain sharp and intimate and new, fuck, you've never felt anything like it. something so thick and overwhelming was repeatedly pushing through you, the friction of him splitting you open— muscle dragging against muscle, tight and wet and far too much.
"fuck, listen to that," he snarls against you with gritted teeth as his hips inch forward again, the sound of him sinking into you beginning to be loud and soaked, not to mention raw as your pussy clenches hard and somewhat instinctive.
zayne groans the moment he feels your body accepting him— he was, in fact, utterly gone by this point, finding himself in heaven in the way you whined for him.
your pussy clung to his length as his hand clumsily fumbles at your hip, trying to slow himself down, trying not to break you, fuck, but his rhythm falters and his mouth finds your throat instead— hot and open kisses battering all over your flesh with teeth scraping just to feel you twitch again.
your legs were out of control, thighs shaking around his waist as you didn't know it would feel like this— like you're being hollowed out from the inside, like there's no room and no air, nothing, no way to separate the ache from the pleasure that's already bleeding in at the edges.
you can feel him for real this time— hot and thick and twitching inside you, truly, feel every vein, every slow drag of his cock pressing against that too sensitive place that made your toes curl, such place you didn't know existed in the first place.
after a while, you adjust a little and get used to the new feeling as he's trying to go deeper, over calculating on how much your virgin cunt could take as you suck in a ragged breath and sob out something broken yet sweet, your fingernails digging into his back and still, zayne never stops memorizing your reactions.
his pelvis presses flush to yours as you cry out again, your stomach tight with unbearable pressure as a dull pulse starts to throb low and hard into your tightness with your nerves fried and limbs shaking.
the pain and heat on your split cunt blurs at the edges and gradually develops into pleasure, everything reduced to the feeling of being full and completely owned as you find solace in the new sensation making you addicted to his touch.
"i told you," he breathes out, his voice tight like he's holding his heart in his teeth, "this isn't just sweet, yeah? it's not just soft, this is real, love, this is you giving yourself to me, and sweetheart, i'm not letting go."
ever so, zayne was careful even now, even with how fast he was going, how ruined you felt around him because, well, he's a doctor, wasn't he? he's spent his whole life learning how to fix what's broken, yet with you, all he wanted to do was feel you, let the control slip just for once, let this moment etch itself into your bones.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier
xavier watches you fall apart like he's taking notes— yet he wasn't frantic, he was patient and methodical, a hunter who's already mapped your collapse long before the first touch as with each squeeze and kiss, he shows you that it wasn't curiosity calling him— it's certainty that he wanted this to be with you. forever.
he's towering over you, his breath caught somewhere between awe and hunger, "you're really giving this to me?" he whispers, almost in disbelief, drowning in the moment with his speech being the only thing keeping him afloat, "i'm so lucky,"
his fingers flex tight against the inside of your thighs with his nails biting in, holding you open like a wound as the warmth of his palms burn through your skin.
you feel him there, right here yeah? feel it everywhere.
his cock splits you slow and brutally, the stretch pulling a sob from your chest as your lungs felt too small to bear it and your ribcage too tight to hold it down, your whole body resisting and yearning in the same breath. although he moves deeper, dragging thick through you and you swear you could feel the shape of him break you, feeling it in every vein and every twitch moving forward, every grind of bone and flesh into your virgin cunt being taken so well.
"see?" xavier breathes, frayed with hunger, "you're taking me, even when you said you couldn't."
but it aches— fuck, it aches, you cannot stop moaning, every press of him grinding up against something electric inside of your cunt making your back arch, your fingers clawing at the sheets.
it's slick too, soaking wet and overwhelming— your thighs all sticky with slick and arousal as his hips slam wet and fast into yours with a rhythm that felt like pain turned to pleasure.
your nerves were on fire and everything from the inside out of your body pulses with your belly drawn taut, consistingly multiplying in pressure as his cock fucks into you drastically, your head empty except for the maddening throbs his erection put inside you. at this point, your voice had become a mess of moans and pleas as all you could hear were grunts and hisses intertwining with your very own noises.
xavier felt just so good— he's out of this world and treating you so well, reaching places you never thought were able to be reached in the first place as he grew quite confident in his movements.
whenever he brushed his cock against your walls, you could feel your high approaching with every new snap of his hips, the position he had you in allowing the tip of his cock to reach deep enough for you to properly get used to it.
sweat clings between your bodies and turns you into one, your skin burning and flushed as the air was thick with pheromones and whines and the soft, saccharine coated sounds of him driving into you over and over and over again.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel
you cannot speak and it's futile to even try.
instead, your lips were parted, with breath stuck somewhere between a gasp and a sob as your chest rose with shallow, shuddering motion when rafayel slides his cock inside for the very first time— slow, of course, with his mouth at your ear, "relax," he whispers as his tip bumps upwards, sloppily thrusting into your folds, "you gotta let me in."
your muscles resist although at last, they seize around the stretch with the burn being intoxicating. you're a little anxious about it and he notices by how hard your nails clawed at his biceps— stabilizing yourself to anything while he adjusted himself, inch by inch making you take more of his cock into the small, untouched part of you.
such place no one else has ever felt, and fuck, rafayel's mouth waters at the thought, and well— he admires you, drinks in your struggles to take him as his breath comes sharp through his nose, although his hands remained steady.
one wraps around the base of your spine, the other cradles your jaw as he keeps your head turned just enough for him to study every flicker of pain that crosses your face, "you feel that?" he asks, voice a little raspy, "that's the shape of me, don't resist it,"
you whimper, your thighs slick with sweat and the mess of him spreading slow inside you and ugh, the pain, without rafayel being so considerate and talking you through the entire process, you wouldn't be able to handle it— it's so sharp and gnawing and too much, it brings you to tears, the unrelenting force of him coiling somewhere deep inside your gut, becoming unbearable.
how flustered you have gotten considering he wasn't even all the way in yet, yet you already felt like you're being broken in half.
with that, rafayel laughs when your hips involuntarily twitch, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand and murmuring so softly it vibrates through you, "you're doing so well for me, sweetheart, so brave, letting me be your first."
his lips trail down your throat as he groans when you shiver around him, every inch dragging liquid fire through the both of you, "you feel that? how warm you are? how soft you are around me? like you were made for this— for me."
your shy gaze averts from his heavy one as he found it so unbelievably cute and amusing that you still managed to feel embarrassed even after taking his cock so perfectly with your cunt by now.
rafayel pauses his hips for a bit, his forehead sensually pressed to yours, "you're not hurting, are you? I can stop— i'd rather die than hurt you," if only he knew you thought if only he could go faster now.
fuck, your head falls back when you urge him to continue moving, his hand dancing over your stomach as he abruptly presses down— always gently, just enough for you to feel him moving deeper inside within an invading force.
"you like that? you want me to do it again?" he smirks, "you're so tight, don't even know how to take it myself, but fuck, i'll teach you, i'll teach you until your body only knows me."
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus
you taste like need when sylus kissed you with your lips swollen, breath catching and the edge of panic sweetened on your tongue as his fingers trail down teasingly, forever feather light when your entire body tenses under the rub of skin on skin.
he treasures the lust in your limbs and the sheen of tears catching light in your lashes as his hands remain careful, but not hesitant, no, sylus was never hesitant.
he's memorizing every inch of you with that predator's patience— every hitch in your breath, every place that made your spine arch and your thighs twitch and now he's touching you like he's memorized the blueprints of your body.
sylus grinds into you with utter patience as he pushes through your sensitive hole, inserting just the head of course, just enough to make you feel the impossible stretch of him as your body betrays you.
a sound escapes and scratches your throat, truly, it was unrecognizable when you moaned his name for the first time, as if your soul had tried to flee through you and kiss his lips.
"you're shaking," his voice was velvet, stretched thin and vibrating desperately, surely about to snap, "do you want me to stop?" a pause lingers between your lips as his hand finds yours, "tell me, and I will, but if you want this, if you want me, i'll be so gentle with you."
sylus cannot take his eyes of you, he's breathless, as if that noise were a sacred thing, a proof of something irreversible— that your body was already surrendering before you'd fully let him in. the man believed you're out of this world, wanting you to feel everything— the swollen stretch of his length, the heat his body permeated, the hefty pressure of being entered this way, inch by inch around something so intimate.
"shh, i know," each of his words dragging deeper as his eyes lock on your face like it's a mirror to his own hunger, "you feel like silk, you feel like you're fighting it."
you are, yes, you're drowning in it.
his cock sinks deeper and the burn starts to slowly blur away, sensation blooming in sickening waves, pain and pleasure curling tight in your belly until you didn't know where one ends and the other begins. the sound of your body taking him was ringing through you and when his hips finally meet yours, you felt split, your thighs immediately jerking up, your stomach knotting as you make another desperate noise, both moaning into the kiss, exchanging your breaths as the feeling of him stretching you was to die for.
sylus doesn't move a lot in the beginning, just a few pumps ever so often to find out what you liked, although staying buried to the hilt, watching the flicker of your lashes and the way your mouth trembles open like you want to say something but cannot remember how to speak.
his pace was slow but steady, every grind of his hips forcing a soft, wet sound from between your legs as his hair brushes your cheek within each thrust, his warm breath prancing over your neck— yet when you finally start to unravel, when the pressure cracks you open and your breath breaks in a thousand shards, sylus seeks for your lips as you moan into them, a sound of you falling apart being the only thing holding him together.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb
you're underneath caleb, your heart pounding with a noise that didn't belong to your body, although not from fear, not entirely, it's due to him, yes— his darling face and angelic voice, murmuring your name like he's never supposed to say anything else.
caleb cups your jaw as his thumb sweeps over your cheek lovingly, your skin already burning from the softness of his hands as your thighs were slightly twinging from the way they've stayed open, aching in the weight of him.
"you're sure, really?" he asks again like he doesn't believe it.
but you nod at him and it kills him, choking up on the storm of sensation as the man moves closer when you take in his scent, the air permeating of pine and sweat and warmth, the dampness of your skin pressed against each other as the weight of his cock repeatedly nudging against your entrance was something fated, something unstoppable.
he kisses you deeply, tongue slow and ravishing your lips, like he's trying to memorize the inside of your mouth before he captures you further, your body flinches when he takes you at last, choking on the sheer breadth of it.
the stretch was cutting, your body clamping down on instinct and body saving energy due to turning overwhelmed and confused.
yes, it was painful, you cannot lie to yourself, and slightly dizzying too, like something too large being forced into a space that's never known intrusion.
caleb's hands were everywhere, one holding your thighs wide open, the other gripping your hand tightly and grounding you as he presses his forehead to yours, his breath stuttering against your lips, "breathe," he whispers, voice slightly cracking when you tense down on his length, "breathe for me, i've got you."
he's barely halfway in, and you can already feel it— stretching deep, dragging against your nerves that have never been touched before, quite literally stealing the air from your lungs.
not to mention that he was big, well, you could've guessed that yet despite that, your body kept pulling him in instinctively, not wanting him to leave anymore.
caleb gasps, "you're so tight, fuck, i can feel you shaking," you were, in fact, your whole body was shaking, belly fluttering with pressure and pain and something else— something lusting and awfully blooming low inside your belly, tight and insistent as he shifts his hips forward, just a little more, and it feels like you're being split.
his cock continues to move, dragging every wet inch against your walls as your muscles squeeze him, your eyes glimmering from how good you were being fucked as you instantly open more for him, trying to accommodate him as good as possible.
"you're doing so good," he breathes, "so perfect, you don't know what you're doing to me," as tears prick your eyes when he kisses them ever so gently, even as he keeps sinking in he whispers your name again, like he's swearing an oath.
truly, he's everywhere, moaning shamelessly like your body was the only thing that's ever mattered to him, inhaling your maddening scent sharply as he kept rutting inside of you.
"i can't believe this is real," he cries out with his mouth against your temple and his hips rocking in and out, the friction too much as you're still too sensitive when dig your nails into his back to sob into his neck.
you're crying, you don't even know why, maybe it's the pain, maybe the stretch, maybe the way he kept whispering your name like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to say. with that, you clutch to him tighter, needing him closer, needing him deeper, and caleb gave it to you instantly, everything you desired— every inch, every rock of hips, every broken word of promises.
"you'll never need anyone else," he speaks as if the air itself was fragile, every word cutting deeper as he places a couple kisses on your cheek before smiling into the skin, "i'm going to keep you like this forever."
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