isabella

i have a terrible sweet tooth 🦷

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | caleb moving away from home should’ve helped suppress his urges, but for some reason, they only got worse.

TW. pseudocest (he calls you baby sister like a lottt), phone sex, this got way longer than i meant for it to but i hope it’s good😔

part of why caleb chose to leave home for uni was in the hopes he would finally be able to get you off his mind. he felt awful about it—he was supposed to protect you, treat you like a little sister. instead, all he could think about in your presence was the faces you’d make if he fucked his cock into you. lately though, his daydreams became out of control.

anytime you asked him to simply grab you something from a high shelf, he’d imagine bending you over, taking you right then and there. even when you weren’t around, he loved going into your room and smelling your sheets. the walls were thick, but not thick enough to muffle the sounds of you playing with your pussy at night, whispered moans of his name travelling through the drywall and fuelling the late nights where he’d jerk his cock raw to your lewd sounds.

it was getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that if he just walked the few steps it took to reach your room, he’d be able to do what he’s been dreaming of for all these years. in a last ditch effort to control his urges, caleb decided to leave home. unfortunately for him though, it didn’t ease any of his dirty thoughts. in a weird way, they actually got worse.

even just a cute selfie was now enough to make his cock twitch, the sight of you heading to bed in his old t-shirts making him groan. the thought that you possibly touched yourself while wearing them had him losing his mind.

being this far from you had caleb slipping. maybe it was the distance, maybe it was the fact that gran wasn’t around to keep him in check, but either way, he’d become bolder. the gym selfies he used to send were different now—shirts clinging to sweat-slick skin, cocky smirks aimed straight at the camera like he knew exactly what they’d do to you. and the “progress” pictures? those were worse. his grey sweatpants hung sinfully low on his hips, just enough to reveal the sharp edges of his v-line.

caleb wasn’t the only one affected by the distance though. every one of his gym selfies was saved to your phone, taking up far more space than you’d ever admit out loud. tonight was no different. you were zoomed in on the veins disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats when another message from him popped up.

caleb: damn. you must’ve reeeeally liked this one, huh? left you speechless

feeling your cheeks heat at his accusation, you typed back a quick response.

you’re getting way too cocky

caleb: didn’t deny it thoooo

you threw your phone beside you on the bed, face falling into your pillow. how was he still teasing you from so far away?

before you could think on it too much, your phone buzzed again with another photo. this time, caleb’s shirt was shoved up enough to expose the entire length of his torso, his pants even lower than before and now showing the strip of hair that lead below his boxers. he was still damp from his workout, and your eyes were locked on the sweat beading across his toned stomach.

caleb: feel like this shows off my hard work even better

your mouth felt dry the longer you stared at the image. in an attempt to emulate calmness, you clicked away a similar response while unconsciously pressing your thighs together.

you’re actually unbearable lately

caleb: tell me to stop then

your breath caught as you stared at his message. when did your relationship with your older brother shift to this? you felt your palms begin to slick with sweat as you thought of all the reasons you wanted him to continue, and the lack of any reason to stop. as you fought an internal monologue, three dots appeared on your screen, disappeared, & reappeared once more before your phone lit up with an incoming video call.

“hey pips”

you bit your lip at his gruff voice, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by him. his hair was still damp and sticking to his forehead, and you got an unfair view of his chest stretched tight beneath his shirt. “miss me?”

you wanted to roll your eyes at the smug tone in his voice but instead found yourself nodding rapidly. seeing him like this made you realize just how long it’d actually been since you last saw him in person.

his eyes softened, a chuckle sounding from his throat as he responded, “miss ya too, always do”. your stomach flipped at the simple statement. before you could get a word out though, caleb spoke again. “are you wearing another one of my shirts?”

you flushed at his observation, not wanting to tell him that you wore it every night because it smelled like him. wanting to keep the momentum from your texts, you chose to respond with “should i take it off?”.

his eyes widened at your remark, not sure if you were being serious or not. “i-it’s not yours so…yes?”. he beat himself up for the fact it sounded like a question, but he didn’t linger on it too long as you set your phone down to remove the shirt. you threw it across the room, hair mussed from the change and a chill rolling across your skin as you felt the cool air. caleb stared at you in your sports bra, a prominent bulge forming in his sweats the longer he watched.

you cleared your throat before responding, “you were really sweaty too, y’know…maybe you should take yours off too.”

he quickly set his phone down, immediately ripping his top off and moving back so you could see him better. with his phone farther away, you got to see how caleb’s hands fidgeted at his sides, chest starting to rise quicker.

the two of you sat in silence before his voice sounded once more. “are you sleepy?”

you nodded a little, beginning to feel self conscious of your vulnerability and crossing your arms over your chest. he hummed, hands coming to rest on his thighs. “sometimes when i have trouble sleeping, ill try to tire myself out.”

your eyebrow quirked, curious to what he was referring to. “how? its like midnight, im not gonna go for a run right now”

he chucked and shook his head, moving to face the camera while folding one arm under his head. “not what i meant, silly. usually ill just…jerk off. knocks me right out.”

your ears burned at his confession, heat immediately shooting down to your core. “are you having trouble sleeping tonight?” you timidly asked, fingers getting antsy as you played with the sheets on your bed.

he nodded as one hand moved to cover the bulge below his sweats. “been having trouble ever since i left home.”

his voice was merely above a whisper now, making you lean closer to the phone to hear and inadvertently giving you a better view of him beginning to stroke the outline of his cock. “b-been hard for me too, ‘leb.” you whined, thighs squeezing together as you began to squirm.

you heard him let out a shaky exhale as he rotated his phone to give you a better sight of his long body. “sounds like i should help my baby sister get some sleep, huh?”

the endearing term made your stomach flip, one hand finally sneaking below your pants to stroke the wet spot forming on your underwear. “p-please…”

caleb groaned at how desperate you already sounded, his hand becoming more rough as he focused on rubbing the tip of his cock through the fabric. “f-fuck…take everything off baby”

you nodded as you shakily followed his instructions, moving to sit in front of the camera with your thighs spread so he could see the way your panties stuck to your pussy lips. “what now?”

he watched your hips shift against the mattress as one hand lifted to fondle your breast. not wanting to take any more time, caleb quickly untied his sweatpants and freed his aching cock, letting you see the way precum began to bead at the head of his length. “show me how you touch yourself”

you bit your lip before moving, fingers grazing the inside of your thighs as you teased yourself. you looked away from the camera before beginning to circle your clit through your panties, eyes turning back to the phone screen after hearing the slick sounds of caleb’s hand against his cock.

“so fuckin’ wet…just from my pictures?”

you weren’t used to this side of caleb, but the difference between his demeanour now and your usually sweet older brother had your cunt squeezing against nothing. “y-yes…want you so bad, miss you”

your quiet voice had caleb’s hand speeding up, groans beginning to fall more frequently from his lips. your eyes watched as he circled the tip of his cock before moving down to play with his balls. the furrow of his brow made your hand unconsciously speed up, sticky wet sounds starting to sound from your cunt.

“miss ya too, been thinking about your lil pussy lately” his breathy voice had your hips jumping, a moan of his name leaving your mouth as you continued your ministrations. “bet you’ve been thinking of me too, right? know you pretend it’s me playing with that cute cunt when you touch yourself”

you fiercely nodded, the realization that he knew you thought of him that way not nearly as embarrassing as you thought it would be. “c-close, ‘leb. gonna cum for you”

he groaned at the lewdness of your statement, his hands moving faster at the admission. “go ahead n’ cum for me baby, wanna hear what my baby sister sounds like when she feels good”

you whined his name once more before finally letting go, your fingers working you through your release and making your hips jump. watching you cum pushed caleb over the edge, following you while streaks of cum shot from his cock and landed on his sculpted torso.

you picked your phone up and watched caleb wipe himself with a tissue, giggling when he quickly threw it to the side to lie down with his phone too. “so…did that make you any sleepier?”

you nodded with a smile, laughing when he sent you to bed. before you drifted off, caleb sent you a final message that had you biting your lip.

caleb: got a break this weekend. try and rest lots for me before i get there. goodnight pips :)

© all work belongs to @luvyizhou on tumblr, 2026. do NOT use, repost, or feed any of my work into AI or other websites.

[atxchiphxbix]

Content. mdni afab + f! reader, unprotected sex, swearing, caleb finishes in reader, he does call you pipsqueak like once, caleb is called gege once, handjob, overstimulation, slight size difference, grinding and humping, making out, and slight religious imagery (mentions of heaven and sinners)

a/n: inspired by his affinity 85 secret times: lover's whisper. bro had my knees buckling and everything so I had to lock in and write this. infold is cooking w caleb

Caleb is a desperate man. With desperate thoughts and desperate needs, but when you’re in bed with him — it seems he has all the time in the world.

With naked and sweaty bodies, he presses his hips oh so gently against the soft, weepy folds of your cunt as his lavender hues admire the gooey strings of slick that connect you both together (created by his dexterous fingers when buried deep inside you). He drinks in all of you, from your tits that heave up and down with heavy breaths to the swallowed lump in your throat, bruised by his kisses.

His warm hands run up the sides of your body reverently, lavishing your skin in angelic kisses while his hips buck feverishly against the soft flesh of your warm pussy. Your own hips buck and lips part in light gasps and moans whenever the pearly mushroom tip of his hard cock kisses your sensitive bundle of nerves — so close to just dipping into your wet warmth like you want.

But Caleb is a patient man, years of yearning and devotion are nothing compared to his last few minutes of mounting and humping your body under him.

“You’re so wet.” He murmurs, lips pressing gentle kisses to your burning temple. He isn’t even condescending about it. It’s a simple observation, one he finds great joy in when he pulls away, watching bands of your wetness keep the flesh of your cunt connected to his leaky tip, you’re begging for him not to leave even if you don’t say it. Your achy hole and twitchy clit say it all — flushed with need and desire.

Caleb swears to himself that only he will ever see you in this state. If anyone else got a glimpse of you with your legs hooked over his shoulders, teary-eyed, and weeping pussy all spread out for him — he’ll tear them apart.

A wave of embarrassment washes to your cheeks at his words before you’re reaching down and wrapping your hand around the thick girth of his length, giving him experimental pumps and listening to the erotic squelch whenever your dainty hand slides down. Caleb can’t help the way his hips twitch and he bucks, a heavy blush settling over his pale cheeks. His ears somehow get redder as he involuntarily fucks himself into the palm of your hand, purple irises looking desperately down at where your soft palm domes over his sensitive tip, thumbing over the slit of his cock and collecting pearls of pre-cum to fuck it back over him.

“Fu—ha, shit, pipsqueak,” he whines, catching your wrist in his hand and pulling you away from his pulsing cock. The expression on his face is cute, flushed redder than an apple, and embarrassed that he could cum from the feel of your warm palm wrapped around his hard, throbbing dick. He aches to be flesh to flesh in the depth of your tight hole but he holds himself back, wanting to tease and torment you for just a bit longer — like he has all the time in the world.

“Caleb,” you pout, bottom lip jutting out into the sweetest expression he’s ever seen on you.

What he doesn’t expect though, are your lithe fingers, snaking down to your thighs, using your middle and ring finger (that he will definitely put a ring on), and spreading your wet, sticky folds, open for him — presenting yourself to him.

He doesn't think you know the effect you have on him. Or perhaps you are aware and he's being played like a pawn, wrapped around your little finger — Caleb decides he's happy in the palm of your hand, settled into your heart.

“Gege,” you plead, and he swears he’s just gotten harder to the sound of your pleading voice. And he knows it’s over for him when you bat your pretty lashes and look up at him with the eyes you know he just can’t ignore, “Please put it in. Look, ‘m so wet and achy for you.”

Caleb loses it. Of course, how could he not fold when he sees you look up at him with such wanton need, begging him to bury into the deepest part of you? When you’re presenting yourself, whispering coos into his ear, and pressing sinful kisses to his hot skin.

Once the words leave your lips, the pilot is immediately pressing himself into your sopping cunt, and bullying his girth into you, stretching your velvety walls to accommodate his heavy length. His hips twitch, eager to fill you up with thick ropes of his hot seed and admire you as it pools in filthy globs underneath you, seeping into his dark sheets. He wants to lay in his bed and be reminded that you were here in that moment, in all waking moments.

Your lips part and a sharp breath is sucked into your lungs when you feel his tip notch into your entrance, but then you feel his entire cock splitting you open. The stretch is more than you expect and you’re suddenly crying out and clawing at his broad shoulders, twirling the cool chain of his necklace in your fingers with pleasured whines and pleas that grow in pitch as he sinks in your velvety walls inch by inch.

“Oh, fuc-” You swear he enjoys the way that you’re squirming around his thick length, takes pride in the way you’re writhing and moaning and eating your words as he folds you into a mean mating press.

“Oh, fuck… don’t stop, please. ‘s too deep, too good.” You hear yourself whine out, head falling back onto the plush pillow. He takes the time to kiss down on the glossy sheen of your neck, pink tongue darting out to taste your salty skin and the drool that trickles from the corner of your mouth.

“It’s too deep? Okay, I’ll be more gentle.” His voice is hot and gravelly against your ear, nibbling and suckling deep marks into your skin that'll last for days to come, each a reminder of this night.

His finger latch at your hips, pinning you down as his hips pull back until his tip is just barely lodged in the warmth of your cunt, fucking you gently with just the tip like the teasing bastard he is. He can’t tear his eyes away though, enraptured at the way your cunt flutters so greedily around him, trying to suck more of him into your desperate pussy.

“It’s my fault,” he croons, licking and suckling at your pebbling nipples with his mocking voice, “I should’ve made sure every part of you accepted me.”

You love Caleb, you truly do. But when he’s like this, making you eat your own words and fucking you with his sensitive, leaky tip, you just want him to fold you until your ankles hook over his shoulder and sink his entire length into the walls of your pussy until you feel him in your chest.

So you pull him closer by the cool chain of his dog tag, whining and pleading incessantly again to sink into you, to have his cock kissing your cervix, and flooding your womb with white ropes of his hot cum. It's really the least he could do. Slurred pleas of “gimme more” are pressed to his throat, a pitiful attempt to lull him into sheathing himself into the warmth of your pulsing walls once again.

And though it seems pathetic and pitiful, Caleb is Caleb. He is a man who can never deny you, no matter how absurd, minute or simple a request is; he wants to be the only one to complete it for you. The only one you turn to, the only one you need.

“It can't be too deep or too shallow. Can't be too rough or too gentle either. You're so hard to please.” He mumbles hotly against your ear but he relents, mounting himself on top of you and sliding his thick length into the warmth of your clenching cunt once again. He falls onto his forearms, palms cupping the top of your head to prevent your head from hitting the headboard. His deep strokes are punctuated when the bed knocks against the wall with a repeated thump, thump, thump and it only serves to remind you of his need.

The air feels like it’s been knocked out of your lungs and you whine into the kiss he captures your lips in — hot and flushed with need as his cock repeatedly bullies your g-spot. Your lips part and his name falls like a mantra, the only coherent thought in your head being Caleb and how good he’s making you feel.

It’s erotic, lewdly so, the way his skin on yours reverberates in the room and yet swallowed by the obscene squelching of your soaked cunt every time the man on top of you bottoms out, chasing his high and desperately bringing yours to you. Your whines and moans of his name sound sweeter than any harmony he’s ever heard and he swears that heaven opened its gates to a sinner like him. His name falls from your lips and yours from his, a swearing of devotion in your hazy minds. Born from a desire meant only for each other.

When his hand dips lower, thumbing at your sensitive clit, you find your lower stomach coiling and growing taut quickly — too quickly that you’re pushing at his sturdy shoulders with a throaty cry, back arching, legs trembling, and toes curling when he doesn’t stop his unrelenting rhythm.

“Cal-Caleb, stop. ‘s too much, I—”

He cuts you off, devouring your lips in a sloppy, languid kiss, globs of his saliva blend with yours, tongues tangling, and salacious webs of saliva connect your lips when he pulls away with a smug smile.

“My name isn’t a safeword.”

His teasing words instantly cause the tightness in your stomach to snap and you cum with a pleasured cry. With nothing to grasp onto, your nails rake down his back, reddening lines trailing in wake of the lingering crescent marks.

“Shit, shit, fu—”

The dull pain is barely registered when he feels your walls fluttering as you cum, surging his own orgasm through him. His eyes screw shut, bursts of white flashing behind his lids, and a raspy groan of your name rips from his vocal cords, hips erratically bucking until he’s overstimulating the both of you and painting your walls white with fat loads of his seed.

He collapses on top of you, burying his face into the sweaty crook of your neck, and laying kisses to your collarbone and neck, laving his tongue over the lovebites left over. He hums in contentment when your hands card through the damp strands of his dark hair, tracing the red lines on his shoulders and back — proof that you’ve laid claim on him.

His fingers rub soothing shapes into your hips and thighs, allowing a few shared beats of your hearts to pass before he's looking up at you with a spark in his eye. Still buried inside you, he flips your positions so that you’re on top of him, hands secured around your waist, and peppering kisses to the lavender bruises that’ve bloomed on your chest.

“Think we could go for a round two?

Caleb’s words send a light laugh through you and you’re wrapping your fingers around the silver chain of his dog tags, pulling him impossibly closer, and nosing the skin of his cheek with a teasingly glint in your eyes.

“Think you can handle me for another round? You seem kind of wiped, Caleb.” You tease, scattering light kisses along his jaw and your lips curl into a smug smile when his hands tighten imperceptibly on your waist.

In a second, he’s flipping you onto your back again with a raised brow and a light smirk. His violet hues look down hungrily at you.

He won't be satiated for a while.

“I guess we won’t know until we find out, will we?” He leans closer, his breath hot on your lips and silver chain cooling on your burning skin. “This time, you can’t tell me to stop.”

to the person at infold who is in charge of Caleb’s secret times… 🫡

[hunnismokah]

nightwing! the rest is on patreon TWEHEWW

[mr-viwick]

Go my phage

[hunnismokah]

morning YAWWWNNNN

[hijkio]

🛁

[issalovescandyclouds]

“He’s 150 yrs old.” Idc I need that senior citizen

[de4dtobeginwith]

idk man, this (for me at least) is the equivalent to his dick twitching idc idc sue me

[yotume]

[dogpuppy]

[sweethearticism]

when the kamo clan sent you out for the assassination of 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, you were warned of a few things.

he was incredibly fast, impossibly strong and fought with an intensity that shook the jujutsu world. a hulking, predatory, yet oddly intelligent freak of a man.

but you didn't expect this.

“mm what're they feedin' ya back at that clan? probably not good dick like this, huh?”

that scarred lip pulled back in a grin. you could barely bite back as a filthy grind on your cervix melted away all your curses. the only talking spluttered from your dripping pussy.

“fuck— fushig— hngh!” your thighs are wedged further up the wall, knees pinned beside your tits as his thrusts turn into a feral hammer.

the bastard leans in, grin sharper, eyes darker. “the name's toji, baby, won't you say it for me?”

his cock snapped into your gummy walls as it trying to engrave it's behemoth of a shape within you. a token for you to take back. ‘I didn't take out fushiguro toji but i sure as hell took him.’

“c'mon dollface, sing for me.”

his large palms squeezed on the backs of your knees and his hips committed to a sweltering rhythm. knocking up until your quivering slit took him all the way and cried around his hilt. all while he ground up into that devastating spot. slowly, roughly, until you left a perfect ring of cream around him.

“t-toj— toji,”

he grinned at your voice crack and bent over you. hooking your leg over his muscles shoulder so his forearm could slam beside your head. “there you go. sing it for me.”

before his wet slaps assaulted your clenching cunt until all you could was pitifully sob and dig your nails down his back. arch into the man you're supposed to be gutting.

but here he is. rearranging in your guts and husking to your ear all smug.

“think you're better suited for this. think you'd make a better whore than assassin, yeah? pretty pussy sure says so.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato. first time writing for toji how'd I do?

[dogpuppy]

[claudialynq]

Tojiiii x2!!

[shawtbredd]

?? Sketch idk

Juneleb let's goo

[dogpuppy]

[cutecipher]

basketball players fight over the basketball because they are hypnotized before each game to believe it is their egg

[dogpuppy]