i don't have a specific request in mind js pls bless us with icky big bro caleb and icky daddy sylus content I'm on my kneeeees🧎🏻♀️
How about icky big bro Caleb AND icky daddy Sylus together ?? My head is S P I N N I N G tw: incest, pseudo-incest, dubcon (?), manipulative and yandere-ish behavior.
Based on the Tomorrow’s Catch 22 event, Sylus is your guardian and Caleb is still the “childhood friend” (🙄 which to me means blood related big brother OBVIOUSLY) that you grow up with. So let’s say Sylus takes the two of you in when you were kids and raises you both. But of course Sylus has a distinct favorite- you, his precious little bird. (Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ)
And both your brother and adopted father are LETHALLY protective over you. You’ve always been caught in the middle of their affection, feeling the tug from one side to the other like dogs with a rope. Sylus disappears for several years, and in that time Caleb has you all to himself. He knows how much you miss the only father-figure you’ve ever had, but he LOVES being the sole recipient of your attention now. You lean on your big brother heavily, and Caleb takes SUCH good care of you.
So when Sylus decides to show up again, Caleb itches to hide you away in a place only he can find. You start to notice his demeanor shifting, and try to reason Sylus’ sudden reappearance. “Dad’s just trying to make up for lost time, can’t you at least try to get along with him?”
God, Caleb hates when you call that fucker your Dad. He’s not, and he shouldn’t have the pleasure of hearing the name curl around your tongue. You always used to get away with anything, just by flashing Sylus a wide eyed “Please, daddy.”
Sylus can’t say he’s hurt by the tension between himself and his eldest “son”. Caleb’s always been more of an obstacle to him anyway. But now, he’s got the advantage. Caleb lives and works in Skyhaven, leaving his poor little sister in Linkon to fend for herself. It’s only natural for Daddy to suggest you move in with him. And the thought alone has your brother reeling from the thought of you playing house in the N109 Zone.
So now your life is spent like a tennis ball being volleyed from one man to another, spending every weekend Caleb has free up in Skyhaven and every weekday with Sylus. Both men always trying to one up each other, buying you pretty things, taking you on lavish trips, doting in you in every way.
The way Caleb fucks you is often hostile, jealous of all the time he’s sure you’ve spent in “Daddy’s” bed. He makes you scream his name, makes you beg for big brother’s cock, makes you cum around him so many times your poor clit starts feeling numb.
After a weekend at Caleb’s you come home with hickies and bruises everywhere. Sylus shakes his head and tssks you, musing at how much of a cum whore his daughter became. But don’t worry, daddy can’t ever stay mad at you for long, especially when you curl up between his legs so sweetly and beg for forgiveness. You’ll suckle at his cock for hours with tears streaming down your face. You’ll let Sylus fuck your face and take his load on your chin “just like my little cumslut daughter likes”
synopsis: gege won't let you study for your upcoming test
pairing: caleb x reader
tw/content: brother/sister, incest, fingering, cunnilingus, mutual maturbation
a/n: am i a freak? dont answer that
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“Fuck…”
You kick at your older brother, Caleb, who’s pouting under your desk. “Caleb, stop talking to yourself… y’know I have to study!”
“I’m not talking to myself. I’m talking to her.” Panties pulled to the side and your legs spread, Caleb sits between them looking needy — if he had puppy ears they’d be pressed to the side of his head, tail drooping as his hands paw at you sadly.
“Can’t you pay attention to me instead, sis? The test isn’t for another week!” He huffs out a whine, jutting out his bottom lip as he tries to make eye contact with you, which you try your hardest to ignore. When that doesn’t work he opts to push his face against your inner thigh.
“You know I’m about to fail this class,” you groan. “And you said you wouldn’t make a peep if I let you sit down there. All I hear is you moanin’ and groanin’ and it’s annoying.” You rub your face with both hands, squeezing your eyes shut hoping your notes will magically inscribe in your brain. “I haven’t been able to study for the past couple days because of you!”
He wraps his arms around your thighs and rolls your chair closer, his eyes shining with adoration. “But I need you… right now.” His big, warm hands slide up your calves, pressing against your knees before moving up to rest on your thighs. “Y’know I’m only here for a couple days before my next mission pips…”
“Caleb, you said you wouldn’t distract me today, you’re lucky I even let you sit down there in the first place.” You peek down at him, narrowing your eyes to express your irritation — which was definitely a mistake. His hazy, pretty purple eyes blink lazily at you, as he rests his head against your inner thigh once more. He knows he’s got you now.
“Hi baby.” Caleb’s thumbs trace slow circles into your soft thighs. “You look so pretty from down here. Just wanna…” His voice fades out as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the hood of your clit. “If I make you cum will you play with me for a bit?”
He flicks his tongue out, dipping it gently into your warm cunt as he looks up at you through his lashes. His eyes lock with yours as he waits for an answer. Using his thumb to part your soaking folds, you feel him lick a stripe up your cunt when he hears no response.
“Caleb!” Your head shoots back, nestling into the back of your chair as your hand snakes down to grip his locks, tugging him closer. You’re clenching around nothing, hissing at his audacity.
Your reaction makes him groan against you, his tongue growing more confident and eager as he licks and sucks at your folds. His fingers spread you wider as he eats you out like his favourite meal, groaning. “You taste so good, sis.”
“You are so annoying,” you hiss through gritted teeth, pulling tightly at his hair. “One hour. I can’t ask for one hour?” You huff, trying not to buck your hips up and give him the satisfaction of getting through to you.
Caleb ignores your complaints, keeping his tongue busy with your sweet cunt. His teeth gently graze your sensitive nub, making your toes curl. He knows you're trying to resist succumbing to him, but his persistence seems to be slowly breaking down your resolve. “Just let big brother make you feel good.”
Your eyes flutter open to argue again but you quickly shut them tight in order to avoid cumming early with a whine. The sight below you is perverted — he’s sitting between your legs, tongue deep in your soaking cunt as his hand palms his bulge with obvious urge. It’s big and hefty, his cock bursting at the zipper of his jeans, begging to be released.
“Caleb-“ you finally choke out, covering your face with both hands. “I want to see it.”
“See what, pretty girl?” He pulls back just slightly, eyes glossed over and lips shiny with slick. The chair rolls forward placing you impossibly closer to him.
“Don’t make me say it out loud!” You cry, kicking your foot out in a fit. Caleb hooks your legs over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to your ankle with a chuckle. “Use your words, mei mei. Just like how I taught you.”
You shake your head. He tries again, voice playful but eyes glaringly intense. “C’mon princess, tell gege what you want to see.” He presses the tip of his finger against your sopping hole briefly, before pulling back. “Do I need to punish you by stopping? Want me to stop eating this sweet pussy so you can’t cum all over my face?”
“You’re the worst!” Your legs shake when he stops pleasuring you.
“I know honey, I know. Gege is always just the worst huh?” A sweet smile plays on his lips as he closes his eyes. “I know you can say it. Go on pips…”
You hiccup, having enough. “…your cock. Want to see you.”
“What was that?”
“Fuck you.” You kick at him again, eyes threatening to tear up.
Caleb presses a kiss to your inner thigh, biting back a smile. “Okay, okay.” He slowly tugs his zipper down, teasing you despite you doing as he asked. A needy whine escapes your throat as you watch his big, thick cock spring free, bobbing upwards towards his shirt. It’s throbbing and already leaking slick out the tip, leaving a wet stain on the fabric. “Look at me, sis. Tell Caleb-ge what you see.”
You bite your lips, cunt clenching around nothing at the needy visual of him. “Take off your shirt first.”
Caleb laughs, shaking his head. “Always so bossy.” He easily slides his shirt over his head with one hand, shaking his hair to settle it back down. “Is that better, pips?”
You don’t bother answering as your eyes trail down his cock, watching it lean against his toned stomach. Precum dribbles out the shiny tip, slowly dripping down his hot, pulsing veins and towards his neatly maintained patch of hair nestled around his base.
He spits on his hand and wraps it around his length, slowly stroking it once, then twice; all while maintaining an intense stare with you. “Fuck,” he breathes in sharply, unconsciously spreading his legs wider. “It’s so hot when you watch me like that, sis. You’re so naughty… letting your big brother sit under your desk to eat your cute lil’ cunny.”
“You- I didn’t!”
His hand moves faster, stroking his pulsing cock as he keeps eye contact with you. The wet, slick sounds fill the room, mixing with your heavy breathing. “Mhm… that’s right, pips. Look at what you… hah…do to me. Look at what you do to big brother.”
“You make me so hard, I’m leaking so much,” he continues, holding the base of his slick cock and shaking it slightly. You whimper at his words. Caleb chuckles, bringing his lips back to your cunt. “Wan’ me to get back to it, mei?” You nod your head, toes curling.
He grins against you. “C’mon, ask.”
“Caleb! Just-“
“Not Caleb.”
You glare at him, knowing what he wants. “Gege- just please! Please help me cum Caleb-ge!”
Caleb nods in satisfaction, resuming his ministrations to your pretty pussy. It’s wet and messy, his spit and your slick clinging to his tongue as he makes out with your cunt. He lifts his index to your hole, slipping it inside with his middle following soon after, fucking into your swollen hole. His long fingertips graze your sweet spot, making you gush and squeal around him. “So wet,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut.
The sounds of your creamy cunt and Caleb fisting his cock fills the room alongside your moans. It reeks of cum and sweat, the room humid from your lewd activities. Your mind is hazy with pleasure, dulling the rest of your senses.
His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh. “Gonna cum,” he grunts. “Cum with me, baby sis.”
“Gege…!” Your cunt clenches at his filthy words, your lower tummy feeling a surge of warmth. “Hngh… I’m gonna-”
Caleb’s eyes roll back, his hand moving frantically to work himself to orgasm with you. Your body stiffens, cunt milking his fingers as he helps you ride out your high. When you finally relax, he slips his digits free of your mess and shoves them into his mouth, groaning at the taste.
He chants your name, voice muffled from his own fingers. He continues jerking his flushed cock until he releases, coating his hand and jeans with his mess. “Shit…” His tongue absentmindedly cleans the slick off his fingers, savouring the taste. “Tastes so good, mei mei.”
He slows down and pumps his cock languidly, eyes fluttering open to take in the mess he made out of you. He stifles a grin, trying to hide how proud he is of the state he left you in.
“Shut up,” you rub your face with a groan. “Now I’m sticky and gross. Bathe me.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he raises a brow.
“Your face did.”
He rolls your chair back, stepping out from under the desk. “C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up. I’ll even help you study afterwards.”
“Wow, aren’t you such a good big brother?”
He shrugs, giving you a boyish smile. “When have I ever been a bad one?”
probably when u started fucking ur sister, caleb ge
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【Summary】 Y/N wants him, every bit of his attention, teasing him desperately with no panties under her skirt while he’s buried in work. Aki tries to focus, but letting her “help” by reading his notes out loud while straddling his lap makes staying focused impossible.
I push open the office door, half expecting him to glance up and smile. Instead, there’s Aki, sleeves rolled to just the right spot, tie slightly loosened, completely absorbed in whatever’s sprawled across his desk. It’s criminal how good he looks when he’s focused.
I saunter closer, just wanting a word, a look, anything. Sliding into the chair across from him, I cross my legs slowly, deliberately. His eyes don’t lift; he’s completely locked in.
I adjust my skirt nervously as I sit in front of him. My foot taps lightly against the floor, then again, just to see if I can get any reaction. Nothing.
I hum softly, stretching subtly in my seat, leaning a little closer, trying to catch even a flicker of his attention. His eyes are locked on the papers, unwavering. The tension in the room is almost unbearable.
I shift again, letting my skirt brush up higher on my leg, make it noticeable, only if he’d just look once. One little glance and he’d see I’m not wearing anything underneath my skirt. But he’s utterly focused.
“Hey,” he finally mutters without looking up, his voice low but steady. “Did you get the files I sent this morning? Everything clear?”
I bite my lip, heart skipping. He’s speaking to me, but still… he’s not looking at me.
I let out a soft, almost involuntary sigh. “Yeah… I got ’em,” I murmur, letting the words linger. “But… uh, we could go over them again… to make sure everything’s just right.”
His pen hovers over the papers for a moment, then he mutters without lifting his gaze, voice low and steady. “Fine. Come here. Let’s make sure everything’s correct.”
I don’t hesitate. A slow, mischievous smile curls on my lips as I stand, letting my skirt sway just enough as I move toward him. Sliding onto his lap with a soft, teasing laugh, I lean over the desk, pressing my body against his while keeping my eyes on the files.
He still doesn’t look up, absorbed in the papers, but the heat radiating from him is impossible to ignore. My hands hover near his as I point at the charts, and I can feel the tension crackling in the small space between us.
“This one,” I murmur, leaning closer over the documents. I shift slightly in his lap, just enough for my weight to press against his thigh. The movement is subtle but deliberate, and the corner of my mouth twitches into a grin when his pen stills for half a second before continuing.
His free hand moves almost absently to my waist, steadying me, holding me in place like I’m some distraction he can’t quite shake. "Mhm, this is really nice of you,” I whisper, feigning innocence as I lean closer to the files, "checking over them together."
He doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t. He’s too disciplined, too stubborn to give me what I want that easily.
I bite my lip, shifting slightly on his lap, slower this time, pretending to study the lines of the document while letting the pressure of my weight against him linger. My leg brushes his subtly, just enough to be noticed. My voice drops, low and deliberate. “So… if I go through all these with you… nice and carefully…” I let the words hang, letting the pause stretch, my pulse hammering. “…will you… tell me I’ve been good?”
His pen freezes. Just for a heartbeat, but I catch it. My grin widens as I glance sideways at him, knowing I’ve hit a nerve even if his eyes are still locked on the papers.
Then, slowly, he sets the pen aside and turns toward me, a sharp edge of frustration in his expression, tempered by a look that betrays just how much he wants me.
His hand lifts, deliberate and careful, until his fingers rest against my cheek. The touch is light, almost cautious, but the weight behind it is enough to make me lean into his large hand cupping my face.
“You’re really needy,” he says quietly, a faint huff of breath that could almost be a laugh. “Impatient… always trying to get my attention.”
The words carry a trace of mockery, but there’s no real bite in them, if anything, they amuse him. “Oh, Aki, please… just a little work break,” my hand wanders on to his crotch, gently rubbing against the clothed area in the hope of getting him to just let me. "I can help you relax.”
He glances at me. “We have to go over these, but… if you really want to help, you can read through them with me,” he says, voice low, but there’s a flicker of a challenge in his eyes.
I shake my head, pretending to pout. “No… I don’t want to help with that.” His hand shifts lightly, resting on my thigh in a casual, deliberate way. “You sure?” he says quietly, voice low but steady. “I bet you'd love it.”
I freeze for a moment, his hand on my thigh, lingering just almost underneath my skirt, heat creeping up my neck, and can’t help but grin despite myself. “I'll help you,” I whisper, letting the moment stretch between us.
Aki glances at me, expression unreadable, then shifts slightly in his chair, subtly guiding me closer. “If you really want to,” he says quietly, “you might as well sit properly.”
Before I can protest, I find myself straddling his thigh. I freeze for a moment, heat creeping into my cheeks, but a small grin spreads across my face. “Just… focus.”
I nod, pretending to study the papers in front of us, but I can’t hide the way my body leans just a little closer, slowly, trying not to make it obvious as I grind against his thighs.
His eyes are locked on work, but I know he can feel my movements with every back-and-forth. I try my best to keep my voice down and not make my actions too obvious, but something about him being so unbothered only makes me more eager for his attention.
His eyes finally lift from the endless pages, taking in how wet and eager I’d grown as I pressed against him.
“…You can’t sit still for even a second, without getting too excited,” he mutters, voice low but amused, which only makes me move faster, riding his clothed thigh.
Before I can respond, he passes me the papers. “Alright,” he says, tone firm but teasing, “read them out loud for me.”
I take the papers, cheeks warming, realizing that he’s noticed everything about how I’m acting, but instead of scolding me outright, he’s turning it into a challenge I can’t refuse.
His hands move up to my waist. I swallow hard, heart hammering, and raise my voice, words tumbling out in short, uneven bursts, breath catching between them, moving even more obviously with his eyes fixed on me. “M-Mission objectives… completed… as… scheduled…”
“…No…- major errors, uh,” I read out loud from the note. His steady hands supporting my weight, pressing me down on him even more. Fighting every moan that wants to let go of me, his gaze tight, watching me.
“C’mon, go on. Thought you wanted me to call you good, then you gotta be good for me,” his words pushed me even further into my movement. “Yes… I’ll be good,” his hands dug more into my skin, steady and possessively leading my rhythm.
“Team coordination satisfactory… situational awareness… maintained throughout,” I murmured, voice shaky, stumbling over the words as I tried to read from the page.
He leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath against my ear. “You’re doing fine,” he whispered. “Think you can keep going?” I nodded, heart hammering, the quiet in the room heavy with focus. “… I can.” I shifted my weight, moving harder back and forth on his thigh.
“Coordination… mm… effective. Communication… m-maintained even under… ah… pressure,” I murmured, voice catching slightly with each word, little sounds escaping me. He was carefully listening to every word leaving me, his lips close to my neck, just ghosting above me in a teasing manner.
I held onto the written note, continuing to read the words aloud, when my heart almost skipped a beat, spotting my own name on the paper… and the following sentence involving it.
My cheeks turned red, but the grinding against his leg only got more intense through the written words. Aki picked up the silence, placed one soft, almost unnoticeable kiss onto my neck, and spoke out, “…You’re losing focus,” he muttered, dry but calm. “Read it out loud, properly.”
My heart hammered in my chest, every nerve on fire at the thought of speaking the sentence aloud. "Y/N… always trying to catch my attention, even when she knows she shouldn’t,” he had written. “Making it impossible to concentrate… not wearing any panties around the office… almost begging me to… uh… discipline her.”
I swallowed hard, voice trembling, each word catching in my throat. He was watching, enjoying it, pressing his lips against my neck with deliberate, teasing kisses. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, making it impossible to stay composed. I wanted more, more of his touch, more of his writing, more of the way he held me in this charged silence.
"She thinks I don't notice, but all I've been thinking about is behaving that needy slut." I couldn't believe I was reading his very own thoughts. His kisses grew messier, more needy, leaving purple marks across my neck.
"Don’t get distracted, baby," he murmured, pausing his kisses and waiting for me to start reading again. "Who… needs to be fucked properly… to rea-" I gasped, feeling two of his fingers entering me. "Re-realize what a ba-bad-" I couldn’t concentrate on the letters on the page, his fingers curling just right while I tried to maintain my own rhythm, grinding against them.
Aki’s eyes were sharp, calm, and unflinching. “Focus,” he said quietly, voice low but steady. “Thought you could handle it?” I swallowed hard, heart hammering, and forced myself to continue. “-What a... bad girl she is,” I stutter, riding his fingers, his kisses down my neck not making it any easier for me.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips against my skin. He was always patient, letting me set the pace, but I could feel the barely contained hunger in his touch. “Continue,” he said softly, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm.
“N-Nothing I’d… love more than to… y-yank her legs apart… and my fingers sink deep into… that tight little… mm… cunt,” I stammered, voice shaky, trying to get the words out as he watched, lips brushing my neck.
His thumb pressed against my clit, slow circles building pressure. “She’d whimper through my fingers… try to beg me to stop… but we both know she doesn’t mean it.” My hips ground against him faster as his fingers sank even deeper into me.
“M-Make her… come all over my fingers… like the… needy slut she is… mm… and she’s… loving every second…” I stammered, voice catching, mouth slightly open as I gasped for breath, struggling to get the words out while his fingers moved inside me.
Aki leaned down, his other hand placing itself under my jaw, holding my neck. “Just like that… don’t close it.,” he murmured, and I obeyed without hesitation. He leaned in, and his spit landed inside my parted lips, deliberate and precise. Heat shot through me, shivers racing down my spine as a flush of arousal flooded my body… and I couldn’t help the guilty thrill that I liked it.
He pulled back slightly to watch my face flush with pleasure before whispering, “You tightening… you’re close?” His fingers were still working me with maddening precision.
“A-Aki… yes, yes, I am.” My hips rocked faster against his hand. His eyes darkened. “Don’t fight it… show me how desperate you are,” he whispered, his thumb pressing harder.
And as the words sank in, I did just that: shattering under his touch, breathless and shaking… exactly where he wanted me.
"That's my girl." My orgasm left me weak as he removed his fingers, and I leaned into him, exhausted from the overwhelming shivers coursing through my body, my legs trembling from pleasure. I rested in his lap, arms around his neck, breathing heavily against his chest.
He lifted his hand, his fingers glistening with my wetness. His gaze was fixated on me. "Make sure they’re clean," he whispered, his voice a rough command as his fingers entered my mouth.
Taking his fingers in, my gaze locked with his. Aki watched intently as my lips wrapped around his fingers, my cheeks hollowing slightly with the suction as I tasted myself on him.
I was still sitting on his lap, holding onto him lightly, when he removed his hand and shifted back toward the worktable, rifling through his papers with practiced efficiency.
I stayed where I was, heart still racing, wondering what he was doing now. His movements were precise, calm, completely absorbed in his work but the quiet nearness reminded me that the moment we’d just shared wasn’t gone.
“Alright,” he said, voice calm and measured. “Fun’s over. I’ve got things to get done.” He began organizing the notes with methodical efficiency, clearly intent on finishing his work before anything else.
I stayed where I was for a moment, heart still racing from the closeness, but I knew better than to interrupt. His focus was back in full force… not on me.
I leaned forward, pressing soft, playful kisses along the side of his neck, letting my fingers brush against his shoulder as if to tease him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t break his rhythm. “Y/N,” he said, tone flat but with the faintest edge of exasperation, “I need to finish this.”
I smirked, leaning back slightly, my teasing acknowledged but not rewarded. “Oh, come on… don’t do this to me now,” I said, voice playful, pushing off his lap and standing up, then stepping around the side of the table.
He glanced down for a fraction of a second. “Look at this mess you made on my pants,” he muttered, already returning his attention to the papers.
I bit back a laugh, leaning against the edge of the table, watching him stay perfectly focused despite my teasing. “And who caused that?” I said it, a smirk tugging at my lips, as I slowly lowerd myself toward the floor, letting my knees bend and my body slide carefully under the table. Feeling the rush of anticipation as I tucked myself closer, trying not to make a sound.
“…What are you exactly doing now?” His gaze lowered toward me, pausing for just a fraction as if noticing the way I was kneeling between his legs.
I peeked up at him, grin widening. “Letting you work,” I teased, my tone soft but bold. He sighed, knowing he couldn't resist whatever I had planned. “You really know how to make it difficult to focus,” he muttered, voice low, as I was already unbuckling his pants and getting him ready for me.
I trailed my fingers lightly over the waistband of his pants, feeling the growing heat beneath. My breath hitched as I caught a glimpse of him, completely absorbed in his work, and yet… I could feel how impossible it was for him to ignore me.
"You're this hard and you still wanna pretend like those papers have the answer," I giggled, biting my lip, checking out his fully erect member.
“And you’re still talking,” Aki said, voice rough. He was right, my tongue swirled around the head of him. His low groan was all the encouragement I needed as I took him deeper, slow and deliberate, my lips gliding along his length.
Aki’s breath hitched. “Fuck… Y/N.” His fingers dug into the edge of the desk. I pulled back, eyes gleaming up at him as I whispered, “Think you can actually focus right now?”
He let out a rough, needy chuckle before fisting a hand in my hair. “Shut up.” A low groan tore from his throat as I took him deep, lips and tongue working him slowly.
His hips twitched forward, jerking slightly against me, unable to resist the pleasure coiling inside him. Every gasp and muffled sound from me seemed to push him further, his fingers tightening in my hair, anchoring me as the heat between us built to a maddening edge.
The pressure built quickly, too quickly and with one final stroke of my tongue and a tight swirl of suction at the tip, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Aki’s grip tightened in my hair as he came down my throat, his body tensing from head to toe. “Fuck,” he growled through clenched teeth, hips jerking slightly as wave after wave crashed through him.
I pulled off, looking up at him with dazed satisfaction. He was breathing heavily, eyes dark and unfocused for once, the cold control completely shattered.
“…You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured hoarsely, somehow managing to make it sound like it was worth it.
Oi oi oi, definitely fanon Aki ... or a kinky version, lmao.
Sorry not sorry, but rewatching CSM and that spit scene made me… act up a little, so I had to create this hot mess ehehe.
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