synopsis. virgin!caleb's a little pent up and cums untouched !
cw. virgin!caleb ˖ slight dry humping ˖ making out ˖ caleb jizzes in his pants
note. first post kinda nervvy >.<
it's dark in caleb's room. the sun has set, blinds are closed. all he can hear and feel is you.
you're so pretty, perched on top of him. his mind is a mess. feeling hazy, dizzy, and not in control of his own body. he's wanted you since forever, and at the price of that, he's never been touched, not like this.
your lips are attached to his, slow and languid. tongues swirling against each other as you both explore. it's a bit awkward at times, noses bumping and teeth knocking. but it's caleb, and you adore everything about him so you find it endearing.
the heat of your body, and the puffs of heated breaths from your lips when you pull away drive him insane. he clenches his hands on either side of hands, not knowing what to do with them. he wants to touch you so desperately but doesn't know if he should.
you notice his inner turmoil.
"it's okay, you can touch me." you gently whisper against his swollen lips. he looks up at you with big and wide eyes, like a curious little puppy.
you take his hand in yours and guide it to your chest. his palm finds your breast. and with your hand still on top of his, you make him give it a squeeze. he lets out a strangled whimper and bucks his hips up into you.
he dives back in to kiss you more. you taste so sweet, and your touch has his heartbeat racing. he becomes more daring, his hands begin to trace over the softest parts of your body. touching, lingering, squeezing. you're so soft in comparison to the hard planes of his body, his arms wrap around your torso, tugging you closer to him until there's no space between your bodies.
you kiss him, deeper and deeper. your hips begin to move on their own accord, against his crotch. caleb can't help the sounds that escape his lips. he never knew that kissing and touching someone would feel this good. but he thinks that since its you, anything you give him would feel like this.
but it feels a little too good. and he freezes mid kiss. you pull back, concerned that somethings wrong. he knows what's coming, and he feels heat creeping up, knowing there's nothing he can do to stop it.
his cheeks are flushed, and he's panting. his head tilts back, eyebrows furrowed while choking out a groan. his hips thrust upwards with such force it surprises you and you let out a yelp.
you look down and see the wet patch forming against his grey colored pants, and then back at him. he's embarrassed.
he tries to speak, "this isn't... i mean.... um." but his thoughts are incoherent.
he's so cute you can't help but grab his face in your hands. you give him a chaste kiss.
"it's okay," you coo.
"it's not okay," he groans while rubbing his hand over his face. "it's embarrassing."
"it's not, i promise. it's hot." you remark. knowing that you don't even need to touch him directly can get him off has you biting down on your lip. it's so incredibly attractive.
"how quick do you think you can get hard again?" you question. he shrugs, not knowing the answer. he doesn't mind your question, but your own mind is racing with a million thoughts.
you wonder what other ways you can make him cum. . . !
⟶ inspired by this post (w a slight twist) 'cause sylus is very heavy on my mind today
'you're getting dolled up already?'
his crimson eyes caress the soft outline of your face as he looks at your through your vanity mirror. his slender fingers lightly twirl around your hair, pulling some loose locks in his hold. arching your neck, you let him guide your head back to him.
'mhm' you hum, sensing a chill run down your spin.
meeting his gaze, you feel your heart thump a bit faster against your chest. breathing heavily, you grip the little spongy blender in between your fingers, as the oppressing intimacy of his eyes ogles right into the depth of your soul.
'you look really nice' he tenderly breaths out. feebly letting his lips curve into a smile as he frees your hair from his candied hold.
'jus' nice?' you tease him. pouting mockingly into the mirror.
he chuckles at your remark. shaking his head softly, he lets his big hand glide over your naked arm - watching as doughy little chills blossom right over your flesh.
caressing the side your neck with his fingers, he sternly grins as your breath hitches right in your throat. stroking his digits over your jaw, he tenderly clasps his hand around your face. guiding your gaze over to the mirror, as his face slightly brushes against yours.
'mh' he growls, stroking your cheek with a gentle touch of his thumb. 'jus' nice'
mockingly gasping at his teasing, you lay a hand over your covered heart as your body flattens against his torso in a theatrical manner.
'oh, you're mean' you utter in a low whisper.
he hums against your flesh, allowing his full lips to curve against your face as they arch into an amused smile.
'I'm never mean' he sultry purrs into your ear.
subtly you nuzzle your back deeper into his muscular torso, enchanted by his husky low voice as talks to you.
'but' sinking his teeth over your flesh, he lays a wet open mouth kiss against your jaw, watching as your eyes heavily flutter shut at his actions. 'since you think sooo poorly of me. let me redeem my self'
'sy' you breath out. smiling as your hand ruffles his silver fluffy locks.
grinding his nose against your burning cheek, he whispers a soft 'yeah' right besides your ear.
feeling his large palm cup your exposed thigh in his hold, you tremble against his torso.
'may I keep you company, sweetie?'
'uh...' you inaudibly moan into the air. 'you may'
resting a syrupy kiss on your cheek, he circles your body in his arm. swiftly picking you up, he tightens his hold around your body as you gasp - face buried into his chest. sitting down onto your puffy chair, he drags your body down with his, letting you rest comfortably into his lap as your regain control of your movements.
'sy, shit' with wide eyes, you incredulously look at him through the mirror.
'shh baby' he coos, wrapping his beefy arms around your waist. 'jus' keep going. don't mind me'
breathing a faint laugh out, you pick back up the spongy beauty blender lay abandoned onto your spacious vanity. inching closer to the mirror, as you brush some concealer on your chin, you glide away from his lap, sliding right onto his toned thigh.
'kitten' he groans into your neck, cupping the soft skin of your hips in his hands. 'you look fucking edible'
biting back your gloating smile, you arch your back over his leg inching closer to the mirror as his thumbs draw firm little circles right above your ass.
'ah, finally' you breath out, subtly turning your head to him. 'an honest compliment'
sylus lets his hands run wild over your body.
'you don't want me to be honest tonight' following the path of your spine with his knuckles he watches as your body arches even deeper into his touch. massaging your tummy with his strong fingers, he inches them dangerously closer to the hem of your panties, as your clothed pussy agonisingly pulses at his actions.
'oh?' you both ask and moan. subtly letting your eyes slam shut, as your cunt painfully cries all over his thigh. 'and why's that?'
biting the conjunction between your neck and shoulder, he growls into your flesh.
'don't push me baby'
'am not!' inching your neck lightly backwards, you giggle as you lean into his hard body. 'aw c'mon baby, be honest with me'
seemingly ignoring your pleas, he parts his lips. meeting your gaze in the mirror as he lightly sucks a little love bite right on the side of your neck.
'I don't' he sighs heavily, caging your hips tightly against his thigh. 'particularly like when we have an event outside of N-109 zone'
pampering your flesh with soft chaste kisses, he crafts his way to your back. letting his tongue loll out of his mouth, he tenderly licks your exposed skin. resting his lips onto your damp flesh, he trails his way down your spine.
'oh' you moan, closing your eyes.
sylus graze his fingers over your back, caressingly guiding your hair over your bare shoulder, as he keeps leaving sloppy kisses all over your spine.
'people outside of my territory' drifting away from your back, he follows the curvature of your body. letting his head rise over your body as he rests his chin on your shoulder. 'they're bold - no, they're fools'
you sense your lips part on their own, in the most shamelessly 'o' shape, as his thigh flexes up - brushing harshly against your barely covered clit.
'they dare to look at you' he growls, clasping a hand around your throat as he urges your eyes to drift over to your figure. 'really look at you'
'fuck' your eyes roll in the back of your head as sylus lightly tightens his grip over your neck.
'like you're some kind of prize' heavily breathing in your hair, he gropes the plush skin of your naked thigh as the outline of your ass feebly grinds against his aching cock. 'that they can win'
'but they don't know - do they?'
his possessiveness lulls your sense, guiding them as they drift into a deep slumber.
'you need me' gripping your hips into his hold, he moans loudly in your ear, as he feels them grind against his thigh. 'you need me to make you feel good, don'tchu?'
your puffy clit severely scrapes against your boyfriend's clothed thigh. moving your hips, almost in an already desperate frenzy, back and forth you let your head fall heavily on your shoulder as a waterfall of little breaths and soft whimpers slide past your open mouth.
'and of course' he mocks condescendingly. 'you have other assets, but can they ever compare to me?'
'no - ah' you cry out, gripping the angles of the vanity harshly in between your fingers. 'no one, nothing'
'that's right, good girl' he whispers sweetly into your hair, praising you as a harsh loud smack lands right on your ass, making your movements falter abruptly as the after hit waves hits you. 'nothing'
resuming your sloppy motion, you sense your flesh pulse as the imprint of his hand disappears, deep into your system. whimpering his name, like a heavenly preyer, you hump his legs faster - making the vanity faintly shake as you grip your hands onto it.
'jus' look at you' he groans, gripping your hips in his irremovable hold. 'fuck, grinding on my thigh. oh yeah, you look so fucking good'
sweet innocent tears prickle at our eyes, as sylus flexes his thigh again, almost as if he's thrusting his leg up into your sopping wet cunt.
'syyy, baby - holy fuck' riding his thigh even more energetically, he helps you move onto him - guiding and pushing your hips down onto his already damp leg.
'does that feel sooo good kitten?' he taunts you, brushing his lips right over the shell of your ear as he teases you.
you nod relentlessly, clawing your nails, in deep half moon cuts, in the back of his hand as he grips harder onto your hips.
letting his head fall back, he senses his mouth fall open as soft inaudible desperate moans leave him in a almost drunkenly frenzy.
'i wanna see you cum' he purrs into your burning sweaty flesh. 'oh, fuuck - can you make yourself cum, jus' f'me baby - only me'
again, you nod. feeling your hips dangerously stutter as your impeding orgasms clouds your brain.
'please - oh fuck' watching as your hips move against his leg, he feels his cock painfully twitch inside its constriction. 'keep going kitten. I see you, oh, you're so close'
'sy! i - i, uagh shit!'
'I'm here sweetie, let go'
throwing your head back onto his broad shoulder, you let yourself come undone over his leg. trembling and softly chattering your teeth together as pearly clear tears roll down your reddening cheeks.
'good job' he coos, massaging your still arched back into his hand. 'you did so fucking good'
absently smiling, you inch your head upwards. nuzzling your nose into sylus's face, as you softly kiss his sculpted jaw.
'lemme kiss you sweet girl' he groans, molding his hand under chin as he guides your head to him. angling his face, he lets you take control of the pace. allowing your sweet tongue to win the agonised power battle between your wet muscles.
'god I love your lips - I love the way you taste' he whispers right over your trembling glossy mouth. grinning as he feels your emptied out head, sweetly nod against his nose. 'you taste like you're mine'
Saw people on twitter talking about the boy with the stick and his dog representing “The Fool” in tarot cards and I can’t stop thinking about it.
Meaning: The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe.
Reversed: Chaos, Folly, Lack of direction, Naivety, Poor judgement, Stupidity
Upright card: Beginnings, Innocence, Leap of faith, Originality, Spontaneity
everlark had EVERYTHING: strangers to lovers. friends to lovers. strangers to friends to strangers again to lovers. rivals to lovers. enemies to lovers. little bit of childhood friends to lovers. emotional x stoic. fell first x fell harder. hurt and comfort. hurt and no comfort. fake dating. fake marriage. a little of oh-my-god-they-were-roommates.
thankfully the only thing missing was major character death
𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 what you did to become the object of disdain for Porco Galliard. Upon your first encounter with him at freshman orientation, he was nothing but an arrogant, rude, pretentious snob - but that was beside the point. Ever since he spoke to you with a tone you couldn’t quite decipher, you became sworn enemies. It wasn’t like you had any reason to despise him as well, but the mere fact that he was rude to you for no reason was enough to label him as such.
In simpler terms, you couldn’t stand each other. Everything about him irritated you, from the way he walked like he owned the place, to the way he held his pencil, and even the type of cologne he used. He was insufferable, and it was as if the Universe conspired to torture you by making sure your friends associated with him more frequently than you’d like. You kept your distance, but he always found a way to be in your little orbit of space where only a few friends and your cat managed to reside. He was inevitably always there, just lingering.
You had already spent a year and a half attempting to understand why he acted the way he did. Did you rub him the wrong way? Did you leave a bad first impression? Were you annoying? But you could never find a reasonable explanation. He had never even given you a chance, his rudeness and general loathing of you clear before you even had an individual conversation with him. The detest he held for you radiated off of him whenever you were in his vicinity. So you came to the logical conclusion that he was just an asshole who couldn’t handle criticism, and that not every girl was at his feet.
That was another thing. The girls at Paradis University practically worshipped him. You couldn’t see what was so great about this mediocre soccer player. The more the girls around you swooned for him, the more you grew disgusted by him. Begrudgingly, you could admit he was easy on the eyes. But his terrible personality and evil demeanor should be enough to cancel that out! And you were sure he emptied half a bottle of gel on his head every day. Yet the Porco Fanclub persisted. Some days you felt like you were the only one with sense around him, who saw him for who he was. And who that was is not a good person. No matter how hard he might try to appear as one.
So when you caught sight of him, wearing his letterman jacket, backpack slung over one shoulder (another annoying habit of his) entering the Student Center, you lowered your head to avoid eye contact, acting engrossed with your Child Development homework. It was odd how even though Porco couldn’t tolerate you, he always made time to leave a snide remark or provoke you with a comment as he passed by you. Determined to not let him get to you, you acted as you normally would: pretending he didn’t exist.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have caught on to that trick.
“Yo, L/N.” He placed a beefy hand on your textbook, blocking your line of sight from the paragraph you were pretending to read. “Where’s Eren at?”
You glared at his hand, refusing to look up. If you did, it would be too late, and an argument would ensue. “As I’ve told you countless times before, Galliard, don’t call me that, and I am not Eren’s guardian. Get your greasy hand off my book.”
Porco scoffed, but removed his hand. “What bit you in the ass today?”
You rolled your eyes. “I was actually having a good day before you showed up. So are you done pestering me now? Are you lost or something? The school therapist is the other way.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I won’t take up any more of your precious time. I can see you’re so busy, reading about-“ He bent down, bringing his head close to your hand to see the page heading, which just happened to be about egg fertilization. The action caused your breath to hitch in your throat. “Reproduction.” Porco snorted. “I gotta say, I wasn’t sure you were into that kind of stuff.”
You snapped your textbook shut. “It’s for a health class.” You mumbled. “And I doubt you even know much about the subject.”
“I know plenty.” Porco replied defensively. “Whatever, I just need to know where Eren is. So if you feel like actually being helpful for once-"
“I already told you I don’t know.” You snapped.
Just then, Mikasa arrived at your designated study table, holding two iced coffees. “What’s going on?” She asked, her eyes switching from yours to Porco.
“Do you know where Eren is?” Porco asked her, in a much nicer way than he had ever spoken to you.
Mikasa set the coffees down. “Yeah, he’s on his way to the cafeteria. Why?”
“I have to do a project with him. He told me he would be here.” Porco explained.
“Well, he should be on his way. You’re welcome to wait with us.”
Y/N shot Mikasa a glare. Since when was Porco welcome?
Noticing your look, Porco side eyed you as he declined Mikasa’s invitation. “I think I’ll have to pass. You said cafeteria?”
Mikasa nodded, and you squinted. “Did she not just say the cafeteria?” You blurted.
Porco stared at you. You stared back, not wanting to back down and appear intimidated by his gaze. His jaw clenched, and your grip on your pen tightened.
After a short, unspoken battle of gazes, Porco retreated, opting to ignore you instead. “Great, so I’ll go see if I can find him.” He said to Mikasa. “Thanks.” He turned and left the student center.
Sitting beside you, Mikasa whistled. “What was that about?”
“What? Porco being an ass? That should be normal by now.” You sneered, resuming your homework.
Mikasa shook her head. “No. Why was he talking to you like that?”
“Like what?” Your brow furrowed. You didn’t understand what she was trying to say. “Like he usually does? As if I’m a pest?”
“Like…” Mikasa pondered for a bit, trying to find the right words to express what she saw. “Like he knew you.”
You looked at her, perplexed. “I mean, doesn’t he know me? He hates me. He knows he hates me.”
Mikasa shrugged. “I don’t know. It was just an observation.”
You sighed, still not understanding her point. Changing the subject, you picked up an iced coffee. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Mikasa hummed in response. The dark haired girl pulled out a textbook, setting it down infront of her.
“Do you think we’ll actually get any work done this time?” She asked after a few minutes of silence. You blinked. She had noticed you were still on the same page of your worksheets since Porco left.
“Honestly… No.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“I’m going to work.” You called to Mikasa. “I’ll be back at ten.”
“See you! Be safe!” Mikasa called back.
She didn’t like you taking the bus so late, but as you were car-less, you didn’t have much choice. She offered to drive you or walk you, but you didn’t like to burden her too much with the chore of driving you places. Plus, she had a lot of homework to do.
Plugging your headphones in, you adjusted your beanie your friend Historia had made you and began the fifteen minute walk to Garrison’s, the local craft store you were employed at part time.
Mikasa Ackerman was your best friend, and coincidentally your roommate. She was good at being both; clean, neat, respectful and she made some quality meals. As a friend, she was honest, generous and had a sort of dry humor that never failed to crack you up.
You were sort of the opposite. You weren’t exactly winning any awards for cleanliest living space, and your cooking skills often fell short, but you were open to accepting your faults. Add to the list that you had no reliable way of transportation. You were extremely grateful to have been blessed with a roommate like Mikasa. Luckily, much of Paradis, and Trost, where you resided, was a pedestrian friendly city. Almost everything you did was within walking distance. (Although you and your friends often argued what ‘walking distance’ fell under; for you, a 30 minute walk was no biggie- for them, it was unspeakable.) You were used to not having a car, and as a consequence you were always on time to events.
Mikasa had introduced you to her ever present best friend, Eren Yeager. The green eyed boy was like her brother, and you had grown used to seeing him slouching on your shared couch whenever you returned from classes. He was cute, but completely off limits, as Mikasa was extremely overprotective of him. They had been raised together, which is something you could tell after just a few times meeting them. They often did things in sync, and unwittingly committed some of the same mannerisms.
Armin Arlert had also become your shared friend, as he was the self proclaimed “third wheel.” Once you came along and joined the friend group, he jokingly said you made them a “quadricycle.” After Eren asked “What the hell is a quadricycle?” The joke was retired.
You had met a lot of people your freshmen and now sophomore year at Paradis University, some becoming closer than others. For example, you were friendly with Pieck Finger and Bertholdt Hoover, but due to their relationship with Porco, you didn’t get any closer than that. You were close with Historia Reiss, and her girlfriend Ymir Fritz. But your best friend would always be Mikasa, and you were hers (second to Eren, of course.) You had also become familiar with Jean Kirstein ( star soccer player) and his two fools of friends Sasha Braus and Connie Springer. You hadn’t hung out too many times, but they were always the life of the party.
Overall, you would say you were well-acquainted and accustomed to life at Paradis. But for some reason, you could not explain why Porco Galliard wouldn’t like you. You were sure you were kind to him the first time you met, and you couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment where you wronged him. So if you were able to form so many friendships, how was he the only one you couldn’t befriend? It was insane. You weren’t exactly begging for his approval… but his dislike for you was offensive. You didn’t like to argue, yet it was inevitable whenever you two tried to have a normal conversation. No matter how hard you tried to figure him out, he always found a way to puzzle you.
You shook your head. Why was he on your mind, of all things? You had a job to do, and your silly psychological analysis of the idiot made you slow your pace. You quickened your steps. Porco could insult you, and make passive aggressive gestures, but he would not be responsible for your tardiness.
a/n: woo, first chapter down! i hope you all had a very happy new year's and or winter break. i return to college jan. 18th, so that means more time to write, yay! thank you all for the support on my previous work, for sale or wanted, and i hope you enjoy this new series! i feel like my writing has already improved so much.
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