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dividers by cafekitsune

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[ladshellfire]

so, sad news and good news. I will 100% quit the game if Valko does not get added. I send emails and all I could do, but if they see it through I will not continue.

good news is that I will continue writing for these men, and Valko WILL be added to my rosters. this is a safe space for my wolf boy, and his fans!!

[medicli]

ZAYNE is overworked and underfucked — mdni

cw. #dryhumping

zayne had a rough day at work—so many patients, too much paperwork, an excruciating surgery in between—he was absolutely beat. so when he trudges through the door with his tie loosened and very prominent bags under his eyes on his otherwise perfect skin, you tell him to go sit on the couch and relax while you finish whipping up dinner. 

he wants nothing more than to shower the day off of him and crawl into bed with his wife, but you insist he needs to eat—the same way he would if it were you in his shoes. and because he can’t resist you—especially when you’re wearing a cute little apron—he begrudgingly obliges, letting his bag hit the ground and slumping on the couch, a single button on his crisp shirt unbuttoned showing off a beautiful sliver of skin. 

he throws his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking of anything to take his mind off his grueling work, and he’s successful when his mind finally lands back on you. his sweet, sweet wife. 

he tries to keep his thoughts innocent… tries not to think about you in your little apron looking like you came straight out of a male fantasy. tries not to think about all the things he could do to you. tries so hard not to think about how you could take care of his cock—the very same that’s growing harder and harder in his confined slacks. 

he’s tired—can barely move, and yet, he still calls you to him.

“sweetheart,” his voice gruff, carrying a slight rasp as he beckons you. “c’mere please.”

a frown etches itself on your face, walking your way to him from the kitchen. “baby, ‘m almost done with din–”

you don’t get the chance to finish your complaint when he’s pulling you by the arm into his lap. a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sudden movement. then you’re settled, straddling the large expanse of his lap and you feel it. 

he wraps his arms around your body, flushing you against his chest. his lips press against the shell of your ear and he whispers, “don’t care about dinner, just let me hold my wife, yeah?”

he swears it’s all he needs—to hold you close and inhale your scent—but his pulse is racing and blood roars in his ears all due to sheer desire and he can’t stop himself from shifting his hips the slightest bit. 

you feel that, too. it elicits a sharp gasp. 

you can almost hear the small smirk forming on his lips, “how was your day, beautiful?” he murmurs, hands moving to your hips. 

and his movements are so calculated. from the way he ever so gently grounds you into him to the way his breath fans against your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

“was fine…” you mumble, unable to stop the way you shift in his lap, body begging for more attention. “missed you.”

“yeah?” he asks, his voice is low and nearly unrecognizable. “missed you s’much more, my love. been waiting for this moment all day.” 

you pull back slightly to look into his eyes. they’re tired. exhausted even, but they still hold that fire. that pure, burning desire. they’re his fuck me eyes. and, god, do you love them.

“zaynie,” you whisper, unable to trust your shaky voice. 

he hums, and the soft, pitched noise has you leaking through your bottom, probably leaving a wet patch right on his pants. “tell me, sweetheart.” his hands squeeze at your sides and his hips slowly, but surely, roll into you. "what did you do today?"

you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing. "mmph, not much…" another roll, evoking another wet gasp. "fuck, just… cleaned, w-went on a walk—" he's pushing against you deeper now. you feel the outline of his cock push into you with every not-so-little thrust. "s-saw, saw that stray kitty in the park again."

"mmm, we should really take her in, shouldn't we?" he breathes, cock twitching at the sound of your voice breaking with every grind.

"zaynie," your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him back so you can look at him. his face is flushed, pink blooming over his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears. you gyrate against him, pulling a breathy moan from your husbands hung open mouth. "dinner's gonna burn."

"let it burn then." he says, the words coming out in a hiss. "need my wife—we can order takeout later, i'll even cook, don't care. let me just have you like this first." 

a beg. to the untrained ear, you can't hear it, but you know zayne like the back of your hand. you know that heat curls in his stomach, that tension lies in every bone in his body, that pure desire is the only thing he feels right now. the need to be close to you is strong, but the need to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking you till he's completely stress free and you're completely full of his cum is much, much stronger. 

it's why all the fatigue evaporates and he can't stop himself from flipping you onto the plush couch— rubbing into you you like he might die without feeling the outline of your pussy through your soddened panties and leggings . he can't even be bothered to rid you of your clothes… he craves the release. he needs it more than anything. needs you more than anything.

you let out a pathetic needy sob, overly worked up by him fucking you through your clothes. "z-zayne, more—ugh, need more. t-take it off, please." 

his cock twitches helplessly at the sound. it's what he's been missing while drowning in work for hours on end. 

"sweetheart," he moans brokenly. "promise i'll fuck you just the way you like—just need you to take this first. you can do that for me, can't you?" he whispers and the word shoot an immense amount of heat straight to your core. "you can be a good little wife, right, darling?"

you can never say no to him, especially when he talks to you like that. you respond wordlessly, giving your husband what he wants—no, what he needs—and wrap your legs securely around his slim waist. 

"that's it, good girl." and the way zayne sounds is the polar opposite of the weight of his words. his voice is frayed, desperate. "f-feels, ha, feels so good like this, yeah?" 

his hips move faster, imitating the way they would if he were actually inside of you fucking you with full force. your body rocks with every thrust, every grind, your tits bounce underneath your apron, the couch—even as firm as it sits—sways with you in tandem.

it goes on and on. endless, whiny praises from him, sobbing pleas from you, your bodies rubbing against one another effectively ruining his dry-clean-only slacks till you finally feel that tight knot form in your lower belly. 

and he's close, too, but zayne's been close to coming undone—he just didn't want to let go without you. 

it happens so quickly that you barely have the time to process it. "baby, baby," you gasp, nerve-endings coming alive while your heart pounds at the speed of light. "'m—oh, fuck, baby. 'm cumming, cumming, cumming."

"cum with me, sweet girl." he wheedles, never losing his momentum for a second. he grinds you both through it till he feels your body pull taut underneath him. till you're shaking and sobbing and clinging onto him for dear life. 

then he stills and his orgasm is explosive. he's vocal, moaning out your name mixed with all the sweet pet names he's given you. his cum leaks through his boxers and said dry-clean-only slacks, beading out of the fabric in a taboo, yet very erotic way. 

it takes you both minutes to come down till the smell of burning food fills your nostrils.

then you hear the unmistakable beeping of the fire alarm.

"oh, shit."

KIT SAYS... they took my yaoi/bl app away from me. if you guys know where i can read my yaoi ad free, email me. (dm me or send me an ask, I'm begging i need to fujo out over hot men that kiss) oh and this isn't proofread lol

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[calebunny]

Size training ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

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𑣲Day 1

Caleb always had his Pips wrapped around his finger. It was only a matter of time before he had her wrapped around his dick.

Warnings: Explicit NSFW, MDNI (18+), Dubious Consent. Tropes: Size Difference, Overstimulation, Squirting, Mindless play, Praise kink, Dom!Caleb

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Caleb knew his little pips had no experience.

This was obvious, he thought, considering how he threatened away any boy who dared to show interest in you all your childhood. But what he wasn’t prepared for was you barely being able to take the length of even his pinky exploring inside you. This was the furthest you both had ever gone; the most you’d done before this were heated makeout sessions and lovebites. So, when he finally got to see his darling pips quivering beneath him, legs spread wide and your cunt displayed to him in all its glory, he of course went straight for the prize. 

He feverishly made out with it, acting like he’d missed her all his life. Just as you started to question who his true lover actually was, he exploratively poked a finger at your entrance. But the moment he tried to push it in a little, an unexpected jolt of pain shot through your entire body. 

“Ah, Caleb! It hurts–” Almost like he snapped out of a daze, he looked up at you with wide eyes. “Wai– I'm sorry, did I go too far–” Just as a myriad of apologies were about to spill from his lips, you slowly reassured him. “No! It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong.” A blanket of warmth slowly creeping up your cheeks, you continued, “It's just.. I've never actually fingered myself. It hurts to put anything up there.” 

You always figured it was your lack of experience, or even a lack of arousal when you played with yourself, so you had stuck to the outside, resorting to playing with your clit whenever you needed to de-stress. Until now, that is. 

You saw a flash of confusion on Caleb's face before it settled into a smug smile. “Aw, pips doesn't know how to play with herself.” Inwardly, though, he sneered. All he could think about was how he could teach you how to feel good in a way you had never felt before, to have parts of you that nobody, not even you, had explored. He truly, truly got his pips all to himself. So, he made this his personal mission. 

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After a week or so of consistent “training,” as he called it—pulling you aside anywhere and everywhere to get a taste of you, entirely impatient in his endeavor to make you ready for him, you had finally worked up to taking two of his fingers with only a slight ache. 

“I'm so proud of you, baby,” he would reassure you, again and again, cooing in your ear as he encouraged you to take yet another inch for him. 

But one of those days, tired from all the work he was making you put in (though really, you just sat there and took him), you whined, “Caleb– don't you think two fingers are enough? They're so big.” Caleb looked down at you, his two middle fingers shoved deep up your pussy, juices and foam dripping off his knuckles, a mix of your arousal and his own saliva. He huffed mockingly, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, baby, trust me, they're not nearly big enough.” 

Caleb, in no way, was a small man. Every part of him constantly enveloped you, and his fingers were no exception. They were huge compared to yours; if you had trouble taking your own, there was a reason it took so many sessions just to be able to take his. A part of you felt inexplicably aroused at the threat of him giving you more, but the bigger part of you was terrified. There is no way.  “But Caleb, please–” 

Before you could complain any further, Caleb shushed you with a hard kiss, pulling away from you entirely and releasing his fingers from your warmth with a wet squelch. You moaned at the sudden emptiness, almost clawing at him to come back. But he ignored you, busy licking your nectar off his fingers before his other hand went down to his waistband, tugging at his boxers and pulling them down entirely. 

Your eyes went wide. Suddenly, all you could focus on was the sheer length of his cock, now released from his pants. You could always tell he was big,judging from the faint outline through his sweatpants whenever you had a hug too long or a touch too heated, but this? This was insanity! There is no way you could take all of him. 

At that, big crocodile tears slipped down your cheeks. Caleb leaned back down to your face and comforted you, an evil smile playing on the corner of his lips. “Shh, it's okay, pips. But you agree we need to train you more, yeah?” 

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You didn't think it was possible. You were sprawled on your back, knees bent and thighs pinned open, with Caleb holding you down with both his hands and his evol as his thick, heavy cock was fed into you inch by inch. He knew that if he made any attempt to release you, you would make a dash for it. 

So all you could do for now, as your pussy sputtered and clenched around the invasion, was lay there, more hazy than ever. With tears slipping down the sides of your cheeks, you couldn't do anything but absentmindedly whine and beg him. You didn't even know if you were begging him to stop, or begging him to shove everything deep inside you just so you could feel all of him at once. 

You left deep indents in his back, nails scratching and teeth biting until you drew blood. “Ah Caleb– no more please. Ish too much !” words slurring yet Caleb did not relent, continuing his intrusion while caressing your face. “No, honey, you’re doing so well for me. You wanna make gege proud of you, no?” Your nose flared at that, your pupils completely taking over your eyes. He knew that if there was anything you wanted in this world, it was to make him proud. He knew that all through your childhood, you would do absolutely anything just to hear his standard, “I’m so proud of you, pips,” followed by him ruffling your hair and smiling down at you with pure adoration. Back then, it meant foraging flowers, helping him build things, or finishing your homework. He had always had you wrapped around his finger, and now, around his cock. 

Yes yes yes yes yes yes. Feverishly now, you nodded, pushing through the pain and taking all of gege's cock, looking up at him with sudden determination. “Ca-leb–” you stuttered, the words tumbling out, “just do it! Push it all in. I need to feel all of you now, pleasepleaseplease.” Caleb bit his lip, feeling himself get even harder just watching you beg, whine, and struggle over his dick. Whatever mei-mei wants, she gets, right? 

So he pushed your knees all the way back into the mattress, holding your entire body hostage as he drilled himself all the way in.  “FUCK!” you screamed, tears flowing out even faster now as you arched off the bed in a mix of resistance and pleasure. Caleb’s forehead fell against yours. He whispered a ragged, “I’m so proud of you, pips,” before pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned. That was exactly what you needed to hear. Suddenly, you ignored all the ache down there as your mind was entirely consumed by him. You could feel yourself turning into a mindless sex toy, existing only to please him,

“Caleb, please,” you whimpered, unconsciously rutting up against him. Caleb, still completely smug, challenged you. “Please what, honey? I’m gonna need you to use your words.” You couldn’t help but sob at that. Any obstacle keeping Caleb from shoving his cock into you again and again felt like the world ending. “I know you can do it, honey. Come on,” he murmured, holding your jaw and shaking your fucked-out face.“PLEASE FUCK ME, CALEB!” you finally gave in, fully desperate. Chuckling, Caleb took his place. Groving his hands into the fat of your thighs, he started a brutal pace inside you. The sheer length of him repeatedly hammered into spots you never even knew existed. For fuck's sake, you could feel him all the way in your womb. 

“Goddammit, pips, you’re so fucking tight,” he whimpered, sounding like it took all his willpower not to give you his load right then and there. But between the two of you, you were the weaker link. A few more thrusts of him pushing against your A-spot, you felt a foreign sensation take over your entire body. This didn’t feel like a normal orgasm, oh, no, no. This felt way different. A pressure was building up deep in your lower belly.  Before you could stop yourself, or even warn Caleb about the strange new sensation, you erupted. With a loud moan, your pussy clenched tighter than ever and squirted everywhere, making a slick mess right where you were connected. 

“You’re so fucking hot, pips,” he said through clenched teeth. His eyes were blown wide, looking at all the juices you’d squirted onto him, and this was his breaking point, too. With one final, deep push that felt like it penetrated all the way through your cervix, Caleb pumped his cum into you.  He slowed down his thrusts but didn't entirely stop yet; he wanted to keep forcing every bit of his load inside, not letting a single drop go to waste. He went almost feral when he saw some of it leaking back out of your hole, pulling out in a fluid motion and frantically scooping everything back in with his fingers.

Your abused hole was quivering and your body shaking, you didn't have the energy to move a muscle, so you let Caleb take care of everything from there. He noticed you had bled a little on the sheets, expectedly, he thought, but this made him feel a pang of guilt regardless. You had whiplash with the sudden switch caleb had, now looking at you with all the gentleness and patience in the world, contrary to the aggressive fucking he just gave you. You liked this though, you loved this.

You loved everything about Caleb. 

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♡ Bunny's Note: Thank you so much for reading, hunbuns! This piece was actually inspired by a little bit of personal experience with my ex ;) There is plenty more coming for this smut series every other day. Drop a comment or send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist so you don't miss any of the upcoming days! ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 

[thesevro]

the second homecoming

Synopsis – On the dining table, against the wall, on the couch, on the carpet, against the window, can you imagine how many positions the Colonel wants to put you in after a weeks-long mission, after his first taste of you that night on his birthday?

[18+ Love & Deepspace] Caleb (Xia Yizhou)/Gender-Neutral Reader

Tags: MARATHON SEX, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, food play, male-receiving oral, gender-neutral oral, doggy style, prone bone, missionary, riding, WHINY reader and WHINY Caleb, POSSESSIVENESS and jealousy, heavy making out, some angst because can you imagine how lonely Caleb was before we found him?

Word count: 5.7k

EXPLICIT SMUT BENEATH. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THE USE OF ANY FORM OF ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE ON MY WORKS IS PROHIBITED.

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The Colonel was used to coming home to a dark house. A deep frown on his face as he passed through the empty doorway, no one to greet him. A frustrated sigh as he went over the endless stream of mission data and reports to secure his position in the Fleet, to forget about the fact that only rabid hatred and angry violence made up his very DNA as an officer in the Fleet—from assassination attempts on his life to angry husbands and wives trying to claw his eyes out for stealing their beloveds away from them with his orders for full Toring Chip implantation on all members of his Fleets.

He’s a bad man, and he knows he deserves more pain than an empty house or empty threats on his life. But today, he comes home to the scent of his favorite spices wafting through an open window. The dark house in his hazy memories those first months after his supposed death and initial deployment in the Fleet is alive today with orange lights. A young tree of Asiatic apples blooms in the afternoon sun at the end of the stone path leading to the front door.

He remembers your hands as you planted it. The only hands that have held him with love in the last year. 

Caleb crosses the stone path. Your silhouette crosses the open window. He catches a glimpse of a tray in your hand.

He races to the front door, a smile coming to his face as he hears you move around in the kitchen. You make little grunts of effort, a few noises of delight—you must be trying the dishes you’d prepared for his arrival. Caleb has never smiled so hard in his life since that day at Gran’s house. 

With concentration furrowing his brow, he adjusts his tie, dusts off his cap, and straightens his posture. He places a hand on the doorknob.

You’d left the door unlocked. He swings it open.

“I’m home!” he calls, to a house aglow with soft overhead lights and a ‘Welcome Back!’ sign strung up in golden balloons at the roof of the entryway.

“Oh shit, Caleb!” Caleb melts at the sound of your voice, even with the expletive. “In the kitchen!”

He can’t help himself. Caleb reaches the kitchen in four quick strides, almost running towards the sound of your voice.

He scoops you up in his arms the moment he reaches you. With a reluctant laugh you struggle against him and begin to complain.

“Caleb, the pie! It’s apple pie!” 

He doesn’t let go. And in spite of how funny it is to hear you protesting his affections all to save a pie, he can’t help the melancholic swell in his chest. He has never come home to safety, to love. The last few months, he returned home as a dead man—on paper and to everyone he ever knew.

But you’ve changed that. It took just your smile, he remembers those first few nights he returned to you, to change so many things about him. You made him want to be alive in spite of how he was dead in every possible aspect.

With his face pressed into the crook of your neck, Caleb begins to cry.

You still immediately as the salt of his tears wets your shoulder. His sobs are gentle. He presses himself closer to you, bending down with his arms wrapped so completely around you, stronger than any gravitational pull. Against the typical gentle nature of comfort you pull him into a tighter embrace, savoring the feel of the only man you love coming back home to you, safe and sound, in your arms. He deserves to know that you will never let him go. So you show him that with your arms wrapped just as tightly around him. 

When he stills and his cries turn to sniffles, you pull back from him to smile up at his handsome face, wiping tears from under his glistening supernova irises. Your thumbs are soft on his cheeks as you wipe the tears of your beautiful boy. He gives a gentle smile as he looks down at you.

You’ve never been looked at with so much love. 

“Welcome home, Caleb.” 

And Caleb has never loved the sound of three words more.

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Caleb compliments your cooking all throughout the meal. Of course he can’t help throwing in a few quips at you here and there. He teases your Julienned carrots, poking you in the nose as he reminds you of how you cut up so-called Julienned carrots into little letter ‘J’s in every home economics class because you believed the kid who bullied you when he told you Julienne meant spelling out the inventor’s name. Seated next to him, knowing you can’t stay away and you would have transferred to the seat over anyway if you’d sat across from him, you get the chance to shove another forkful of, in your opinion, perfectly Julienned carrots in his mouth as he snorts out another laugh at your irritated expression.

“Go ahead and get changed into something more comfy,” you tell him once he finishes the main course. Because, of course, you’d crafted three specific courses for his return. You’ve only gone through two so far.

“I haven’t had dessert yet though,” he says, eyeing the apple pie on the plate next to your elbow. You grab it, holding the plate in front of him in a tempting hover.

“You want it?” 

He snorts. “Boo. I just got home and you’re already bullying me?”

“You heard me, Caleb.” 

“Okay, okay,” he says, standing. He spares one last glance at you, smiling at the sight of you filling his dining room with light and scrumptious home cooking and a smile that could be the sun in all his lifetimes. He goes up the stairs to get changed.

And with that, you undergo your own costume change.

You’d planned this the whole time he was gone. Turned the idea over in your head a million times. He’d so enjoyed receiving you as his gift—matter of fact, he admitted staining his pants a bit when you’d arrived at Fleet HQ in an outfit wrapped in ribbons on his birthday a few weeks back. Wouldn’t he enjoy having you as a gift, just one more time?

But what if he already thought the idea was corny? As you strip down till you’re in nothing but your underwear, regret begins to come to the surface. Here you were being presumptuous about the kinds of things Caleb would like. You’ve never explored anything remotely sexual with him before, and you’d only been together a few months. That one night on his birthday was all you had. Your brow furrows with embarrassment, and you reach for your clothes again—

“Oh,” a voice breathes from behind you. “Pipsqueak…” 

Wrapped in lace that hugs your frame, you know you look like the most mouthwatering meal Caleb will ever have a taste of. But the embarrassment lingers, even as he approaches with sin already pooling in his eyes, his muscles bulging from the tight white shirt he put on, the dogtag you gave him nestled between his outrageous pecs. When you chance a glance downward, you can see how his dick print begins to swell in his grey sweats—its outline grows larger the longer you look at it.

“Is this all for me?” he asks, his fingers ghosting over your bare shoulder. You catch his hand before it can move further downward.

“I haven’t spoiled you rotten already, have I?” you tease. “Be patient. This dessert is for later.” You move to his side and guide him to his chair. “Sit down.” 

Caleb tilts his head, curious at what you have prepared for him when you look more than ready for him to dive in between your thighs. 

You walk around him once he’s seated, picking up the tray of three servings of apple pie. Caleb almost stands up to help. All it takes is a look from you and he’s sitting back down slowly as you set the tray in front of him.

“Here’s your dessert, Colonel.” 

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the apple pie—his eyes never leave you. Pshaw. You’d work so hard on presentation. The caramel on top even shines a creamy gold.

“Pipsqueak—”

“If you keep talking and don’t start eating, you’re going to miss out on your real dessert.” He doesn’t pick up on your impatience. If he asked you nicely right now, you’d bend over for him and let him pound you into next Sunday. You’ve missed him just as much as he misses you.

The Colonel likes a good challenge. He shovels each forkful of pie into his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. At times he glances down at your figure and slows down, sometimes pausing completely. But after several seconds of eyeing you like a hungry wolf he seems to remember where he is and what he should be doing and resumes piggin’ out.

It’s when he’s halfway done with the apple pie that you remember the second half to this part of your plan. While sensual, your movements are a bit harried. 

Caleb pauses eating as you stand in front of him, as you had made enough space between the table and his seat when you planned this slightly new kitchen layout. You motion for him to continue eating. With a swipe of your thumb to his lips, you catch a crumb of apple pie that had caught on his mouth, and press it to your lips, swallowing while maintaining eye contact with the man whose hard-on grows more and more prominent by the millisecond. 

He knows better now than to stop eating. He just has to be good for you. So even as you press gentle kisses to his jawline and along his neck, akin to the fluttering touch of a butterfly, he continues to obey your previous orders. 

But when your body slides downward, your chest pressing warm against his before you keep going down and down and down, smooth as molasses, finally landing on your knees between his spread legs, he finds his voice again.

“Pip—”

Any words he might have for you are lost in a grunt and him nearly choking on a mouth full of apple pie as you press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his cock through his sweats. Already more than half-hard, it was easy for you to find the tip. You give him another kiss through his sweatpants, mouth catching in just the right way at the tip. His thighs part to make more space for you. When your eyes find his again and take in him obediently finishing up the apple pie, you smirk. His reward will be priceless. 

You pull his sweats to his ankles. He didn’t even bother wearing boxers. His cock springs up to smack gently against your lips, and as it slaps into your mouth you give a hungry little gasp.

You don’t hesitate to kiss and suckle along the length of him. You start kissing from the side of his cockhead to the base, before you press intimate kisses to the rest of his length, tongue lolling out to lick at him with every. Single. Kiss. Caleb, with only about a total of five hours of experience since that night on his birthday, nearly cums then and there.

He grips the wood of the table hard in his hand as you kiss the underside of his cock, licking and sucking in heavy sweeps with your tongue. You moan against him, the vibrations crawling right up his spine. He leans back against his chair. Savors the first feel of your mouth on him. You didn’t get to have him like this that first night. He was too busy finding places to lick between your thighs.

“That’s so good (Name),” he murmurs. You look up. The fork is back on the plate at the table, and his hand is drifting towards you to hold your face in the most gentle touch.

You swat his naked thigh with a loud slap, your mouth still on him. Caleb looks down at you in real bewilderment, his dusky eyes hazy as a lazy sunset, before he recognizes your command and, with strain in his body, pulls the fork back to his mouth. He chews open-mouthed on the apple pie, panting through his meal, his head rolling back into the chair. His Adam’s apple bobs heavily as he swallows. 

One thing you are truly skilled in is making this man struggle. You wouldn’t tell him just yet, but while he was away on mission you were busy practicing with a sex toy you’d kept hidden in your drawer for several months. Having him in your life as more than a friend has made you bring it back out into the world. While he was gone, you eagerly went over articles and forums, imagining with great pleasure how your newfound skills and efforts would translate into giving him the craziest head of his life. 

You were a tad nervous earlier. But you reveal just how much you’ve practiced now. 

“Baaaabyy, have you always been so good at this?” Caleb moans. “Ooohhh, oh fuck.”

You suck your cheeks inward. Bob your head up and down with your wet tongue pressed flat against the underside of his throbbing cock, caressing the sensitive skin of his frenulum every time you bring your head back up to his tip. Caleb shudders, swallowing another slice of apple pie through his struggle, his fists clenching. He hunches over the table and pants. It provides him with minimal relief, obstructing at the very least his hyper-arousing view of your mouth swallowing his cock down into your throat while you look up at him with the prettiest pair of teary eyes.

“You finished the pie yet, baby?” 

Caleb’s cock twitches at the sound of your voice. It’s all fucked-out, raspy when you give voice to a vowel. He can only imagine the strain on your throat every time you sucked his cock into the back of your throat, holding it there so that he could feel the way your throat squeezed at his cockhead every time you gagged. When did you learn how to do such lewd things? 

He decides to voice the question, leaning back to meet your gaze while he breathes hard through each word, “Where did you… learn to… do things like that?” 

“Hmm?” You press a sweet kiss to the tip of his cock. Your tongue swipes over a bead of precum that slips out of the puckered hole on his tip. Caleb clenches his fist, holding steady in spite of your ministrations. Still he falters slightly when you nuzzle your soft mouth into him, your voice vibrating against his cock deliciously with your words, “What d’you mean, Cay?” 

His eyes flutter. His nails bite into the skin of his palm as he clenches his fist harder. “I-I mean, have you had practice… before?” 

You freeze. Guilt creeps upon your expression. At that, jealousy begins to churn in Caleb’s gut, corroding his patience. 

You stammer out something silly, unwilling to admit you’d been going to town on a dildo the entire time he was gone so you could practice for his return, “Don’t get the wrong idea—”

Caleb bends down and lifts you from the ground. 

In the past, Caleb would reel in his instinctive responses of jealousy. When you were teens and you’d gush to him about cute love letters left in your locker, all that would reach you were subtle words that reeked of envy, perhaps a “he’s never gonna be good enough for you” or “there’s somebody so much better out there just waiting for you.” Tonight, after every time you’ve given in to him, every time you let him push your limits, he decides to finally, just once, surrender to his petty jealousies. 

Caleb has picked you up, his hands on the backs of your thighs. You’re vulnerable in his arms as he stands from his chair, not quite looking at you, his expression unreadable. You’d be afraid if you hadn’t put your life in this man’s hands a dozen times and without fail he prioritized it above all else.

“You’ve let somebody else touch you?” he asks, his face so close to yours you can almost taste the jealousy on his breath. “Somebody who would never even bother to take the time to learn exactly what you like, like I’ve always done?” 

You don’t give him an answer. 

He tilts his head at you. Even with his patience running thin, he will give you a chance to escape. “I’ll give you five seconds to answer.” 

One second passes. Then two. Something inside him shifts as he closes his eyes in a final attempt at restoring his composure. Beneath his eyelids, images of how you might have let other people touch you, how you allowed somebody else to hold your precious body in their hands and give you pleasure that should have only been reserved for his eyes, the only ones that would look at you with love like his, pass through his mind. Inside him, a yawning, vicious black hole forms at those thoughts.

Caleb’s eyes open. You search his gaze and arousal jumps in your stomach as you take in the unnatural darkness in the eyes of your usually sweet, tender boyfriend. His pupils are blown wide in his lavender irises.

“Your five seconds are up,” he whispers. 

With a gentle sweep of his arms, he sets you on the table. Caleb settles between your spread legs, his hands coming under your knees and hooking your thighs over his shoulders as he leans back to marvel at how beautiful you look with lace tracing the lines of your body. He knows exactly how he’ll ruin you so that you forget that anyone could have ever touched your body before him.

“We’ll need a safe word tonight,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing hair from your eyes. His eyes fall to your lips as they part with a soft noise of surprise. 

“Apple,” you tell him. 

“The moment you don’t like what I’m doing,” he says, “The very nanosecond you feel anything, you say it.” 

Caleb’s thumbs slip under the underwear hiding your core from him. Later, he’ll tear through the rest of your clothing with his teeth. The lace ribbons especially.

“Because now,” he says, his fingers ghosting over your hole, “I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to spell my name out on your hole with my fingers, and my tongue, and my cock. And you won’t ever forget who you belong to.” 

You shiver. 

“I want you to,” you say. Your eyes don’t break away from his even as you moan while he circles your hole with a finger. Caleb drops to his knees, his head settling between your thighs. His tongue slips from his mouth and laves over your hole. You lie back onto the table and wrap your legs around his shoulders as he begins to devour his favorite dessert.

Vaguely, through the haze of three orgasms, you recall various sensations. 

Caleb’s tongue lapping at your hole with dangerous vigor. How he sank his teeth into every inch of the fat of your inner thighs to mark the holy space between your legs with bruises that would remind you who you belonged to every time you looked down in the shower. The hickeys he sucked into your lower stomach will bloom a fresh purple in beautiful juxtaposition with the rest of the marks he left. 

He tried to be sweet after turning you into nothing less than his last meal, after scissoring his fingers into your hole to the point where you had to beg for him to pull his skilled digits out and give you his cock already. 

“Open your mouth,” he said. You parted your lips for him, looking up at him with dazed eyes, before arousal filled your gaze once again as he spat your cum into your mouth. His mouth hovered over yours as he let his spit and your cum dribble onto your waiting tongue, and he watched with dark eyes as you took it all, writhing beneath him with arousal. 

“Swallow,” he commanded. You did, without question, without hesitation. “You like your taste?”

You can only nod.

“Yeah?” He rubs your bottom lip. “Discovered that it’s my favorite in the universe that night. June 13th, I’ll save the date. But from now on, I might just have to eat you up for breakfast every morning to get my fill.” 

“You…” You shake your head at him. “Have always talked way too much.” 

“Hm, what else should I be doing aside from havin’ a nice chat with the love of my life?” 

Your eyes roll back into your skull for reasons you don’t like.

“You say that like you didn’t just suck the soul out of me,” you mutter. 

“C’mon. Tell me what you want, honey.” Caleb hovers over you, a boyish smirk playing on his chapped lips. 

You take his hand in yours. You never break away from his gaze, even as your hole twitches when you brush the pads of his fingers over your puckered, stretched entrance. 

“Can’t you feel how hungry I am for you?” you ask. You guide his index finger, press it just enough so that it slides inside you ever so slightly. Caleb’s breathing hitches. “You neglected me for three whole weeks. I need your cock inside me, baby.” 

Your breathing hitches as he gathers you in his arms, taking your hand away from your core to guide your arm over his neck. He captures your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue slick inside your mouth—you arch into the warmth of him, chest pressing to his, before your mouth opens with a loud gasp as his cockhead presses against your hole. 

“I’m putting it inside,” he whispers quickly, his forehead against yours, voice mingling in relieved moans with your own sweet chorus of pleasure as he finally slides through your slick and into you. You watch as his whole face goes slack at the sensation of your tightness sucking him inside.

You arch against him, cling to him in desperation as he gives deep, seeking thrusts into your hole. You squirm as his tongue seeks your own once more, overwhelmed by sensation. 

“Mnnn!” 

Neither of you last long. You’d been apart from your lover for weeks with only his photos and pre-recorded vids for company. Some were innocent recordings of him singing his favorite song that you’d put on the record to keep you company while you cooked. Some were videos shot in the dark of his body soaked in sweat while he moaned your name, with you sitting on the other side of the screen imagining his hands on you.

Caleb falls apart first, moaning ‘pipsqueak, pipsqueak’ in reverence as he fills you. And when you cum for him, crying his name in relief and from the fullness of him in your body, he doesn’t give you a break. He lifts you into the air and slides you down onto his dick. In this position, you can’t run from him, can only writhe and twist as he presses relentless thrusts into you. He cages you against the wall, covering your neck in relentless kisses. After driving you to two orgasms against the cold concrete he rips the rest of the lace off you and bends you over his couch. Caleb commits the sight of you bent over for him, arching for him, to memory right then and there, taking in every dimple in your skin and every muscle that contracts as he fucks your aching hole. 

“Caleb, I want more,” you say in a needy voice after he finishes inside you on the carpet, having ridden him till he whimpered for you to stop. Evening has already fallen over Skyhaven. The moonlight shines on your beloved as he pants with exhaustion on the carpeted floor, his cock at half-mast, craving your heat once more in the same way your eyes devour the sight of him now. 

Caleb chuckles, the sound so low and rough and frankly so fucked-out. You shiver at how primal he sounds. 

“Can’t get enough of me, huh, pips?” 

You whine needily, upset that he’s taking so long to give you what you want. It isn’t like him to deprive both you and himself. “Caleb,” you mewl, calling for his attention as you bring yourself to stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows and present yourself to him under the stagelights of a bright moon. He turns to watch you, smirking, before his smug demeanor falls apart an instant later.

You press your chest to the glass as you bend over with weak legs to spread your ass for him with your fingers. Caleb gives a groan at the sight, crawling up to you in a hurry, his hands sliding over your ass and your hips as he reaches you. Finally, he stands, and adjusts his body to settle his torso over your arched back. You feel his length rise between your thighs before the now familiar spread of him spears inside you. Your hole stretches for him once more. Caleb inhales sharply at the first press.

“Caleb,” you moan, head thrown back. Caleb bends over your body, pressing a hand into the glass. He nuzzles into the back of your neck and gives a slow, lazy thrust into your hole.

“I’ll give you two more,” he promises. That nearly makes you weep.

“I can’t,” you whine. The noise is pathetic even to your own ears.

“Yes, you can.” His arms engulf you in a bear hug, dragging you into his hips as he meets your ass with his thrusts even as you try to squirm away from him. You feel the familiar weight of his Evol balance the both of you as he presses you into the window, and yet you know that with it, you have no means of escape from him. His hands settle over your chest and collarbone. “Say it with me, (Name).”

You shake your head. He squeezes your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint in your skin, forcing a surprised yelp out of you. The night has made you familiar with how he makes good on his threats. If you don’t give him two now, he’ll make you give him four.

“I-I can,” you whimper.

“Say it again. Say my name.” 

“I can, Caleb, I can,” you say, voice breaking in the middle when he gives a precise thrust into a sensitive spot inside you. He learned all your ticks so quickly. Can push your puttons with just a shift of his hips or a kiss to a certain spot on your shoulder, or behind your ear.

Caleb grunts at your words. “You’re soaked down here,” he murmurs into your ear, probing your hole with his fingers even as he pistons his cock into you. “But… did you see? All of it is my cum.” 

Caleb tilts your head upward and brings his hand in front of your face. You moan at the sight of his fingers drenched white with his cum, from where he’d just touched you. Every single inch of your body throbs with arousal. You squeeze his cock as he shoves it inside you and he chuckles, the sound low in his throat. You can hear the smug smile on his face.

“Can you a-also give me two?” you ask, hiding your greed with sweetness in your voice. 

Caleb huffs at your saccharine, honeyed tone. You sound so sweet underneath him, sounded sweet the whole night. His perfect little pipsqueak. 

He might not know it yet, but he’s nothing but a fool when he’s balls-deep inside you. You’ve already noticed—you know you could ask for anything and he’d beg to be the one to give it to you. 

You can feel the exact moment he gives in to your innocent plea. His body steadies over yours. He’s getting ready to give you everything you asked for.

“Easy peasy,” he mutters, feeling how easy it’ll be to cum inside you twice more especially when you look back at him with your tear-stained eyes, the pleasure in them matching his. 

You laugh in a tired voice. But you know to brace yourself as he crowds you into the glass, his body pressing you to the window as his thrusts grow harder, find deeper places inside of you. It barely takes a minute of him simply giving you his cock in such an intimate, tight position against the window, his grunts breathing heat into your ear and nailing arousal straight into your brain, before you’re going limp in his arms and falling back into him with the first of the two orgasms he plans on giving you.

Your knees give out beneath you. Your body slides downward. Caleb’s body simply follows, too heavily weakened by the tight clench of your hole as your orgasm has you milking him with every piston of his hips. He doesn’t stop thrusting into you, letting you ride out the entirety of your orgasm, as you cum for him and slowly fall to the floor. Caleb’s chest heaves as he hunches over you, gritting his teeth as you clench up so tight around him.

Your moans are incomprehensible, uncontrolled noises pulled from your throat. He thinks he might hear syllables of his name in between, but you’re too far gone after the orgasms he gave you to put the words together. Your body writhes in his grip and he holds you close, keeps you steady even as your whole body submits to gravity and you end up on your hands and knees on the floor, body rocking back and forth with the continuous, unrelenting pistons of his hips. 

“Oohhhh, baby, I’m never gonna get tired of how tight you squeeze me,” he mutters, watching the way your body slides back and forth on the rug every time he brings his hips to your ass. Your back tightens and he watches the muscles there strain. He can’t imagine how he survived being weeks away from this. This view only he gets to see, this pleasure only he is allowed to indulge in with this body of yours.

“Cum for me, Caleb, please,” you whine. “I need you to fill me up.”

It hits him out of nowhere. The moment that plea leaves your lips, Caleb’s body, exhausted from so many rounds and sensitive from each one, gives out. The backs of his thighs tremble as you both collapse into the rug. His heartbeat presses into your back as he holds you close, folds you into the carpet beneath with his weight. He’s heavy above you, rasping your name in an endless, pleasured mantra as he pulsates within you to fill you with his cum. You cry at the feel of his weight, unable to escape from him as he pumps you full of cum, holding him to you with a hand on the back of his neck. 

But he doesn’t stop. Even as he trembles and whimpers from the overstimulation, he continues to piston himself into you. You squeal in protest, too brainless to string together the vowels in a word. 

“One more,” he whimpers, kissing and biting the lobe of your ear, his breaths hot as he whispers his love to you, “One more, my baby. Soak my cock one more time.” 

Your body writhes hard in his grip as his fingers find the most sensitive parts of your pelvis. He fingers you to and over the brink of overstimulation, and you can’t even tell him it’s too much, can’t ask him to stop—there are no words for the pleasure he gives you, the love pouring from his body into yours. Like always, you can only take what Caleb has to give. Even if it’s too much.

“Love you,” you finally babble after he pulls you to his chest to thrust up into you. “I love you so much, my Caleb.” 

He whines, his cock as sensitive as your hole, drenched in slick, his cum and yours, and pulsating with overstimulation. “I love you, pipsqueak, baby, I love you—” 

His voice cracks as his moans grow ragged. Caleb flips you onto your back and folds you into the floor. Pushes your legs up and locks them around his waist. And as his thrusts deepen, as your hole froths to become creamy with your cum and so much of his, your bodies give together at the same time. 

Caleb cradles you to him as he cums first. He cries your name, looking down at you and never breaking your gaze as his cock fills you with final spurts of pleasure. You claw at his arms, nodding up at him and meeting his eyes just the same as he tells you to cum for him, to show him who your body belongs to, and he kisses your forehead as you finally twist beneath him and shower him in slick. 

“My pipsqueak,” he murmurs softly, exhausted, but unwilling to pull away from you. You feel his cum drool from out of your hole, slipping down onto the carpet. Closing your eyes, you stroke his hair as he sighs into you, peppering your face in kisses. 

“I missed you so much,” he says. He pulls back to look at you, at the mess he’s made of his lover. His pipsqueak, his his his. You’re all his. 

“Mm, I can feel it,” you whisper, voice still hoarse from screaming his name. You let him maneuver you onto your side, still connected with him, as he snuggles you into his embrace. He ignores your complaints of being dirty and sweaty. He smells like sex. The scent of his cum dripping forth from inside you hits your nostrils.

“Give me five more minutes with you like this,” he says, and he sounds so sweet and how could you ever, ever tell him no, when throughout all the years he has given you everything you’ve ever wanted without protest, without complaint?

“I’ll be here however long you want, my Caleb,” you whisper into his ear, kissing him there. You feel him blush a bit as you settle into his side, and know just how to tease him further. “My Caleb, my Caleb, my Caleb.” 

“Yes,” he says, sighing with content, “Caleb is all yours.” 

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Reblogs are deeply appreciated !!

This whole thang was like a year in the making. I deeply enjoyed writing this. I hope you enjoyed as well, little apple!!

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The door slamming behind you interrupts Caleb as he works on his model plane. You flop down on the couch next to him.

“Everything okay pips?” He looks at you in concern. “Did something happen at work?”

You simply nod before you hug him and bury yourself against his shoulder. Caleb rubs soothing circles on your back. “Is there anything you want to make you feel better?”

“Yeah” you look at him teary eyed “Take off your shirt.”

“What?”

“Take off your shirt.” Caleb grabs your wrist to stop you from pulling off his shirt.

“Caleb please I had such a stressful day at work” you plead.

He sighs, he really can’t say no to you and takes off his shirt. You immediately wrap yourself around him and place your face right between his pecs. The stress seemed to instantly melt away.

“Are you feeling better pips?” You mumbled a yes. Your hands were squeezing his pecs. “Glad I cloud help.”

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Caleb Tiddies would never fix all my problems in life, but they sure would make me feel better

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the real way to celebrate a birthday - kinktober day 2 [Caleb]

dividers by cafekitsune

prompt ;; Coming untouched

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ cw ;; slight sub!caleb, fem!reader, dirty talking, pet names, teasing, soft femdom, switch calebmc

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ summary ;; you decided to give caleb the most valuable gift, the one he always longed for or you call caleb out on his bluff, promising something he could never resist, and he actually follows through

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ Author's note ;; here is entry number 2! this was exactly the prompt i was very hyped to write about for caleb, and from the start i decided it would be him.

1.104 words

she felt his arms wrap around her waist as he gathered her in his grip, holding her gently but tightly, as he brought her back to the couch they had rolled off of. she was seated in his lap again, just like she had been when she gave him the tin of candies. his gaze drifted off to his birthday gift, and he reached out to pop one into his mouth before he pressed his lips against hers again. this time, he was less gentle, and as she opened her mouth, the taste of lemon invaded her mouth as he pushed the hard candy into hers.

as they parted, he was panting loudly, before he lowered his head against her collarbone, holding her close, keeping her captive against him. “this is the best birthday present,” he murmured as he nuzzled more into her. 

she shifted herself a bit, and was startled by a groan that came from him. she looked down at him, and shifted again, this time more intentionally, before meeting his eyes. the look in his eyes was intense, his eyes a storm of consuming desire and the self-control of a saint, and she gave a small smirk. this was going to be fun. she rocked against him again, feeling the clear outline of his length pressing up into her. she wanted him to break, to feel him come completely unhinged. he continued his hip movements pressing into her, as he moved his face to lean on her shoulder, before speaking out in the sultriest voice she had ever heard from him.

“i think i could come just from you sitting here,” he groaned out into her ear, and she gave a small chuckle, deciding to take him up on that offer. “alright then, let’s put that to the test. if you can come for me without me or you touching your dick, i’ll let you fuck me senseless.” she whispered back to him, and she almost felt his chest heaving under her, as if the thought alone was already riling him up. “deal?” she mused, toying with his necklace. he caught her wrist, and his hand gripped her waist tightly, digging his fingers into her skin, just shy of actually hurting her. “deal,” he grunted out.

“i’ll talk to you, and you’ll come for me like a good boy, won’t you?” she cooed at him, and the look in his eyes was satisfactory. it was a mixture of desire and those famed puppy eyes he possessed. it made his eyes look stormy, with how half-lidded they were. she gave a small chuckle. she knew he would fold for her, just like he always had.

“you're such a good boy for me,” she murmured as she cradled his face. “you must have waited for me for years. was it only me in your mind?” she asked him, slightly tilting his hand gently. he gave a small whimper as his eyes finally fell shut, fluttering so sweetly. 

“only you...” he stammered out. “I promise it was only you.” the sounds coming from him didn't match the persona he put on display for the outside world. right now, he was a pathetic mess, and he was begging and whining for her attention. no one but her had the privilege of seeing this.

“I won't tell the fleet or anyone about this side of caleb,” she replied, caressing his cheek with her thumb, “this side of you is only for me to see, as I am the only one who can bring this side out of you.” his reply was somewhere between a grunt and a moan, but definitely not a protest.

“please.. keep talking.. ngh..” he let out in a tone she had never heard from him. he was pleading like she had never heard him. this was no longer the caleb she knew, the fleet's scary and cold colonel, but a man who was begging for her attention like it would kill him otherwise.

“you like it when I talk to you like this?” she replied, caressing his face still. she could almost feel him shaking beneath her, and she'd be lying if she thought this scene wasn't attractive and extremely appealing. she could feel herself getting wetter, just from talking to him like this. she had never seen herself as a dominant person, but when he responded like this? how could she possibly resist the allure of dominating this man? the same man who commanded many men below him.

she heard him pant and grunt, even though she hadn't moved. she hadn't expected he could be this worked up, just from her speaking to him. “are you close to coming for me?” she asked him softly, and she could see his frantic nodding. 

she couldn't help but give a small chuckle at his eagerness. she leaned in, her thumbs caressing the side of his face, as she finally whispered into his ear. something about this was so emboldening, and she revelled in the control she had over him. “come for me, caleb,” she murmured to him, before pressing a gentle kiss against his temple.

she could feel his body tense up beneath hers, going absolutely still as a groan came from him. she could slightly feel the heat against her crotch, his head falling back as he panted, seemingly struggling to come down from his high. she watched him, not speaking, pressing a kiss against his forehead, “did you actually come?” she mused softly, tilting her head a bit, as she cupped his face. she hadn't thought it would be so fast, but he had surprised her yet again.

his eyes found hers quickly, and before she knew it, she was on her back. “you want to see, pipsqueak?” he challenged her, and she could feel him pressing again her, his length hardening again. “you promised me something, yeah?” he grunted against her ear.

she scrambled her own memory when she realised she had made the promise that if he came without touch, he would be allowed to fuck her senseless. “i was kidding,” she tried to backtrack, but he just smirked. “were you, though? I think you meant every word of it, pips,” and although she wanted to tell him he was wrong, he was ultimately right.

she glared up at him for a bit, but seeing that he refused to back down, she gave a small sigh. “fine, a deal's a deal,” she had barely said it, or she was already pinned under him. looking up at him, she didn't need to ask what thoughts were running through his mind.

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my love, there is nothing worth crying about - writing request

dividers by cafekitsune

drabble request for @vynepip <3

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ cw ;; upset reader, very fluffy, hurt/comfort, all LI'S

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ wordcount ;; 1.131 for all the boys together

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ writer's note ;; thanks for the first request vyne !! i am pretty sure you thought i wouldn't write this, but i said i would, so here you go.

you had been preparing for this as soon as you heard word of a promotion for an important mission. after weeks of prepping and rehearsing your conversation with your boyfriend, you felt ready.

and then you're faced with the actual result, and it wasn't what you hoped, as you were passed over for this..

Xavier

you give a small sigh as you finally open the door to your building, before you ran into someone's chest. upon looking up and seeing the blue eyes of your partner, you gave a small groan and bury your head back into his chest

he doesn't say anything, just gives a small amused chuckle, before rubbing your back. “i think they made a mistake,” he replied back. “you were a perfect fit for the position,” to which you gave a sigh, not knowing how to respond.

“they didn't think so,” you replied back, clinging tighter to him. he held you closer before the scenery around you changed and you were in his living room.

“although you didn't make it, atleast now i won't have to take on another partner for missions,” he replied back, ruffling your hair. “it'll be alright, starlight,” he replied back, truly genuine now, you could feel it.

“we still have that movie to finish,” he replied back, patting the spot on the couch next to him.

Zayne

as you stepped out of the hunter's association building, you could see his car waiting for you. he had offered to pick you up after work, because he had gotten off early.

you were now grateful he was here already as you could really use his comfort and honesty. stepping up to the car, you opened the door before stepping into the vehicle where the surgeon was already waiting.

you could see the question in his eyes, the silent inquiry on wether or not you got the promotion, to which your expression changed dramatically, tears stinging in your eyes.

his face softens and instead of starting the conversation about the interview, he asks another. “should we go to the desert place we always go to celebrate?” he asked, his expression completely serene.

you looked at him weirdly, “to celebrate what?” you ask, still confused about his response. it didn't make sense, he understood you didn't make it right?

his mouth’s corner raised a bit, “to celebrate more free time,” and you couldn't help but laugh at his dry response.

Rafayel

stepping into the art gallery, you were overwhelmed by messages that he had sent wishing you good luck, and asking to tell him when you knew something.

you hadn't had the heart to reply back, but you did decide to come by, despite your mood being ruined. you couldn't skip out on rafayel. no matter how busy he was, he always made time for you. so you knew you had to return the favor.

showing up to his door, you knocked. the purple-haired artist opened, his mood seemingly lifted immediately upon seeing you, before falling when looking at your reaction.

“you had that interview, right?” he asked gently, understanding you were atleast a little bit upset. you gave a dramatic sigh and almost threw yourself into his arms. “they said they couldn't give me the promotion..”

rafayel gave a scoff and scooped you up, before giving a small smirk, “that means you can be my fulltime bodyguard and muse, this is perfect,” before adding, after seeing the disappointment still apparent, “also they are all dummies for passing you over, as you are obviously qualified,”

you gave a small chuckle as he carried you into his studio, your mood already lifted.

Sylus

stepping into the mansion, your mood was already sour, and mephisto made everything worse. he was laughing at you when you couldn't open the door. well, he was making his usual noises, but you were sure he was laughing at you.

after trying for the umpteenth time, rattling the door handle, and even kicking at the door, a call vibrated in your coat's pocket.

picking up, you immediately find yourself tearing up as sylus' voice fills your ears. “kitten, i am not home, so don't attempt to break my door,” he said, obviously trying to amuse you but his chuckle silenced as he heard your soft sniffle.

“sweetie, you didn't get the promotion you wanted, correct?” you were amazed at how he seemed to be accurate at guessing what could've happened.

“when will you be here?” you asked softly. you were a bit upset that he wasn't there, but you also knew you couldn't have always expected him to be there.

“on my way, kitten, be patient now,” you heard the small purr of his voice and it overpowered your emotions, and to your surprise he was there quickly as if he had arrived at home the moment he had said it.

you didn't have time to jump into his arms as he swept you up into them instead. “you're mine for the evening, don't resist,” he replied with a small smirk, before pressing a small kiss against your forehead.

Caleb

stepping out of the building, you jumped up as your phone rang. “hey pips, how did the promotion talk go?” the question came from him very innocently. you knew he was curious, and yet it felt like a stinging sensation of disappointment.

your lack of answer didn't go unnoticed, as he asked again, “pipsqueak? are you okay?” he sounded a lot more serious and you bit your lip to try and keep your voice steady.

“it went okay..” you lied, but the sigh that came from caleb said enough. he didn't believe you, “okay? and now the truth, please?”

you gave a shaky exhale, before unloading your whole day onto him. he listened like he always did, humming along. you realized that it had been like this for a while. you talked while he listened, and sometimes giving his opinion.

“so, they passed you over for the promotion, huh?” he replied back thoughtfully. “hey, pips, I am craving braised chicken wings today, but I can't really make them at home..” he replied back, “can I come over and prepare them at your place?”

you gave a small sniffle, before you spoke up, “aren't you supposed to be working?” he gave a small chuckle, “they can manage without me, meanwhile I want to cook for my girlfriend,” he said it with such conviction, you knew it would come true, no matter what or who he had to go through.

“I'll be there in 10 minutes,” he replied back, but that was a bit silly as flying to Linkon itself took 20 minutes alone.

 "caleb, don't be an idiot,” but you realised the line was already cut, and all you could do was hurry home.

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[calebified]

Tell me if you can hear this line without having the audio to play it!

I am going to open it, RIGHT NOW!

If you can hear it like and reblog to cast the spell onto others please ☝️😌

[ariesrin]

Writing is just opening a document and hoping past-you left something usable behind

[ladshellfire]

this is me looking at my kinktober things. i promise part 2 will be out before february. i hope to be done with the 2025, before kinktober starts again LMAO

[calebified]

"I want to always stay by your side"

[ladshellfire]

me when i lie - Caleb

[midsummerpips]

where the lines overlap (m) — 01

✈︎ SUMMARY | a non-chronological series exploring what happens between you and caleb in those endless summers as you learn to navigate the complexities of your newfound attraction for each other.

since we came this close to crossing the line already— why not go all the way?

✈︎ TAGS | smut, use of gege/meimei, ‘pips’/ ‘pipsqueak’ as a nickname, pseudocest, handjobs, whiny and needy caleb, oral (m/f), cumplay, fingering, mc shaves caleb’s bush and everything goes downhill from there

✈︎ NOTES | 3K+; if you’re here from my old blog (iykyk), welcome back, old friend. if this is our first time meeting, buckle up, new friend. inspired by this one caleb coded porn gif of a guy getting shaved by his partner and he whimpers and comes untouched ;)

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It starts with his beard. Or rather, the stubble that Caleb forgot to take care of one morning. 

The weekends where he’s back are always precious, and the fleeting moments when it’s just the two of you alone in the house even more so. 

“Sorry, pips,” Caleb grins as you pull away from kissing him, watching you rub your chin and shoot him a pouty glare. “I… left my electric shaver back at Skyhaven. Forgot to pack it in, that’s why I couldn’t shave this morning.”

You run your fingers over the rough skin of his chin, feeling the stubble starting to grow. “It’s prickly, gege.”

Caleb only laughs as his hands run down your sides, one resting on the curve of your waist and the other playing with the hem of your shorts. “Does it bother you, pips?”

“Yeah,” you say, kissing him on his cheek instead and moving off his lap. “No more kisses for you this weekend, I guess.”

Caleb grabs you with a firm hold on your hips. ”Wait, but pips…”

You can see the sad puppy eyes he gives you at the thought of not being able to kiss you for the rest of the weekend, and even though he’s supposed to be the older one, you like teasing him like this.

”Dummy Caleb,” you tap him on the forehead. “You’re lucky you have such a smart meimei. I bought a few extra shavers for you the last time Gran and I went shopping.”

Caleb releases you, but not before he sneaks in one last kiss, which you smack his chest for. He follows you to the bathroom, situating his back against the sink as you reach for the cupboard beside the mirror for the extra shavers.

”Here,” you shove them at Caleb before turning away, but he stops you with a hand on your wrist.

”What, not gonna help your gege?” Caleb doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he grabs you around the waist, spinning you around to put you on the counter beside the sink so that you’re at eye level with him. “After all I’ve done for you all these years? Cookin’ for you, doin’ your laundry, givin’ you all the snacks I received?”

Rolling your eyes, you take the shaver from him and place a hand over his mouth to shut him up. Caleb’s violet eyes only grin at you mirthfully as you reach for the shaving cream, pulling your hand away from his lips to apply it. 

Caleb studies you intently as you focus on his chin, spraying a thin layer of the shaving cream and spreading it. His arms bracket your hips, coming up to hold the edge of the counter where you sit. 

“You better call me the best meimei ever after this,” you mumble in concentration, bringing your fingertips to his jaw to tilt his head at just the right angle. 

Running the shaver down through the cream, it glides on his skin smoothly, taking away the stubble that started to grow. In your inexperience, some of the cream drips onto his shirt, but you stay focused on the task at hand.

Caleb starts tracing the outside of your thigh, drawing patterns meant to distract you from the delicate task. You make a low noise of warning in your throat, glaring at him briefly before your fingers maneuver his chin to tilt for you the other way.

”Behave, Caleb,” you use the same tone he uses on you when you’re being stubborn, refusing to get out of bed or do your homework. 

But it doesn’t quite have the same effect, for Caleb only chuckles. “You scoldin’ me now, pipsqueak?”

You finish the last stroke and pinch his cheek in retaliation, turning to wash the shaver off. Caleb notices his shirt now stained with shaving cream, so he pulls it over his head while you reach for the aftershave to pat on his now smooth skin.

”’nother one for the laundry basket,” Caleb balls up his shirt and shoots it towards the basket with perfect aim, showing off as always. 

Your hands smooth the aftershave on his cheeks and chin, but your eyes can’t help but wander down his chest till you reach the happy trail that leads into his grey sweatpants. Caleb follows your gaze with a heated interest. 

“What? Wanna shave me here too, pips?” Caleb takes your hand and places it on his lower abs. 

Feeling the heat from his body, your fingers can’t help but trace the firm lines on his abdomen, playing with the trail of hair that disappears into his grey sweats like a trail of temptation. They land on the waistband of his sweats, and you watch as he slowly starts to get hard just from a few touches. You’ve seen him undressed here and there, glimpses through the crack of barely closed doors and foggy shower steam, but never up close like this. 

”No, I like the hair here,” you whisper, opting to let your fingers run up and down his abs in appreciation a few more times. “But…”

”Buuut?” Caleb’s lilting voice is teasing as he places a hand over yours on his waistband, tugging it down slightly to expose the patch of hair just underneath his happy trail. “How ‘bout here?”

A sharp intake of breath from you follows as Caleb continues to tug his sweats down, until his length is barely even covered. Even through the thick fabric, you can see exactly how big he is, and your fingers brush against the bulge, drawing a whimper from Caleb.

”Wanna shave me here too, meimei?” Caleb whispers, bringing your fingers up to brush softly against the patch of hair. “Shave me here so you can suck gege’s cock nice and deep?”

Your thighs clench at the imagery— you on your knees taking him deep in your throat, nose pressed against the patch of hair as he fucks your mouth. Lips wrapped hot and tight around him, feeling him pulsing and throbbing as he struggles not to blow his load. 

“Gege, we shouldn’t,” your voice is laced with desire, and even as you say this, you can’t take your eyes off the bulge in his sweatpants. 

“Shhh, meimei,” Caleb hushes you with a kiss to your forehead. “It’s just helping gege shave so he can be nice and smooth here too, like you did earlier. Nothin’ wrong with that, right?”

Tugging down his sweatpants, his cock springs free of its confines, curling upwards towards his lower belly. He guides one of your hands, the one not holding the shaver, to hold him gently around his base, pulling it out of the way. 

He feels like steel wrapped in silk, already so hard and pulsing under your touch. Your hand closes around him mid length, tugging it down so that you can see the patch of hair above it clearly. 

“Go on, meimei. Get the shaving cream,” Caleb’s voice is husky now, masking barely concealed desire as he presses a kiss into your shoulder. 

With a trembling hand, you reach for the can of shaving cream once more, squirting a little onto his skin before spreading it like you did with his face. Once it’s evenly spread, you bring the shaver close. 

Caleb lets go of his hand on his cock, letting you hold him fully now as his hands choose to run up and down your smooth thighs instead, coming to rest on the curve of your hips. With a tentative breath, you glide the shaver onto his skin, being careful not to nick his skin. 

At the first contact of the shaver on his skin, you feel his cock twitch in your hand, and Caleb lets out a low whine, burying his face into your neck.

”Fuck, meimei, you’re driving me crazy,” he whines. 

You pull the shaver away from him to rinse it off, the hand on his cock squeezing slightly. His hips jerk forward, and you watch as precum starts to leak from his tip. Feeling emboldened now, you run a thumb over his head, spreading the liquid there.

”Behave, Caleb,” you warn, even though your chest blooms with heat that travels all the way to between your legs as you watch him whine desperately. His cock twitches again in your palm, and you let go of him with a sinful little smirk. “Stay still, gege. I need both hands to do this.”

You place both hands on his lower abdomen, pulling the skin taut so that you can get a closer shave. All while his cock is twitching non stop, Caleb panting into your neck at the lack of friction as he pleads.

”Fuck, please, meimei,” Caleb groans, his cock now leaking precum nonstop. The almost violent twitches of his cock cause some of his precum to land on your thighs, and it drips messily down the counter onto the bathroom floor. 

“So messy, gege,” you whisper, fingers dancing along his lower abdomen as you finish up the last few strokes of the shaver. “So messy for me, and I’m not even touching you.”

It mesmerizes you to watch his cock, red and aching at the tip, have a life of its own, twitching and drooling with precum. It’s almost begging for your touch, for you to wrap a hand around him and give him the friction he craves.

“Stroke me a little, meimei,” Caleb begs, one hand on your wrist now. 

You put away the shaver now, reaching for a tissue to clean off the excess shaving cream on his skin. He brings your hand to wrap around his tip, spreading the precum down his length as the glide becomes sinfully slick. 

“Fuck, just like that,” Caleb’s knuckles are white now as he grips onto the counter for dear life. “My sweet, precious meimei. So good for her gege, helping him shave down here and stroking his cock like a good girl.”

He guides your hand up and down his length, teaching you the kind of speed and pressure he likes. 

“You have no idea how many times I touched myself just like this while thinking about you in my dorm,” Caleb pants, his breaths now coming harshly against your skin. ”Even before I left for Skyhaven. Every single fucking night, meimei.”

His hand drops to the other side of the counter now, letting you stroke him freely. Your hand varies in pace, exploring his cock and hearing the moans, whines and whimpers fall from his lips when you experiment with different speeds, pressure, and even flicking your thumb across his sensitive tip. Even more precum oozes out of his tip, and you bite your lip.

”Gege, what’s this?” You ask.

Caleb tilts his head down to watch you play with his tip, a groan echoing from his chest as his hips surge forward.

“It’s… it’s what happens when I want my little meimei so bad,” Caleb swallows hard, watching your eyes gleam with curiosity. “Want to know what it tastes like?”

You hesitate for a moment before nodding, using a finger to run over the opening on his tip and bringing it to your lips for a taste. It’s salty and bitter, but the way his eyes darken as he watches you taste him makes your thighs clench.

You start to push yourself off the counter, sinking to your knees as your doe eyes fix on him above you. Caleb groans as one hand comes to rest on the back of your head protectively, keeping it from knocking into the counter.

”That’s it, meimei. Give me your pretty mouth.”

At Caleb’s encouragement, you open your mouth, giving him a kiss on his tip before licking, then taking him into your mouth. You feel his hands tighten in your hair, and with one hand circling around his base, you start to bob your head, taking him deeper with every pass.

”Breathe through your nose, baby, good girl,” Caleb groans as he watches you suck him off. “Doin’ so good, meimei. Can you take me a little deeper?”

You murmur a ‘yes’ around his cock, vibrations sending shivers up his spine as his hips surge forward, burying himself another inch into your throat. 

“Fuuuck, yes,” Caleb moans, chest heaving now as you take even more of him. “All the way, meimei. Feel how smooth you made your gege down here.”

He presses your nose to his base, feeling your warm, tight throat convulse around him as tears spring to your eyes. Your fingers come around to grasp his thighs, but he lets you stay this way just a moment longer before pulling you off his cock. Gasping for air, you blink away the tears as Caleb strokes your hair, fingers coming up to caress your cheek.

”Did so good, meimei,” he croons, an appreciative smile on his lips as he praises you. “Knew you’d take me so well. Gege’s close now, can you give me a little more?”

You nod eagerly, inching forward on your knees and offering your mouth again. Caleb groans and slaps his cock against your cheek a few times, dragging it messily across your lips and smearing you with his precum before he feeds you his cock again. 

“Stay still and let gege fuck his pretty little meimei’s mouth,” Caleb whispers as he anchors himself with one hand on the counter, the other buried in your hair to guide your pace. His abs tense as he struggles not to thrust into your warm throat, eyes fixed on your pretty face for any signs of discomfort even as his orgasm draws close. 

“‘S’close,” you hear him pant, thrusts growing more and more desperate now. You can feel him throbbing as his hips stutter.

”Coming, meimei,” his strangled gasp warns you as he pulls out of your mouth, letting his tip rest on your tongue as he strokes himself to finish. Ropes of his salty cum shoot out to land on your forehead, cheeks and tongue. Wiggling your tongue on the underside of his cock as you watch his eyes closed tight in pleasure to wring every drop from him.

When he opens his eyes again, he glances down at you, and the sight of you on your knees, face painted with his cum and a mouth full of it, nearly makes him hard again.

”Shit, sorry meimei,” he strokes your cheek tenderly, running a finger through his warm release. “Shouldn’t have finished here for your first time. You don’t have to swallow if you don’t like it.”

You blink slowly, feeling his warm thick release in your mouth. Using your tongue to play with it, you watch his jaw clench as you close your mouth and swallow, opening to show him after. 

Caleb swears in a long, drawn out breath, hands coming up under your armpits to drag you back up onto the counter. His hands linger on your hips at the waistband of your shorts, glancing up at you for permission before he drags them down your thighs.

When he sees the cute patch of hair at your apex, he grins, fingers coming to play with it as he leaves your shorts and panties hanging around one foot. 

“Cute, meimei,” he teases, pressing a kiss to the top of your mound. “I’d return the favour and shave you too, but I like it when you have hair here.”

”Ca—leb,” you whine, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you attempt to close your thighs, hiding yourself from his gaze. 

But his hands are locked on your inner thighs, spreading you for him as he presses hot, scalding kisses there. When he reaches close to just where you need him, he hooks one thigh over his shoulder, glancing up at you with a gaze full of hunger.

”Let me taste your pretty pussy, meimei,” Caleb implores. “You smell so good.”

You whimper as he teases you with two fingers spreading your folds, exposing your clit as he blows cool air over it. Your thighs are trembling under his grasp as you beg and plead.

”Please, gege…”

Caleb grins as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, before rewarding you with his tongue tracing circles around your clit. Feeling your slick staining his chin, he continues his assault on your clit with his tongue, switching to flat licks when your whimpers grow louder. One of his hands leaves your thigh to trace your slit.

”Can you take a finger, meimei?” Caleb asks. “You’re so small and tight down here, gonna have to stretch you before you can take gege’s cock.”

He presses one finger carefully inside you, and the stretch makes you tangle your fingers in his hair. To distract you, Caleb resumes his attention on your clit, and soon you’re taking his finger to the second knuckle. 

It’s messy and wet, the way he devours your pussy, switching between licking, kissing and sucking as he works a second finger into you. Your walls clench down around his fingers, especially when he curls them to reach that soft spongy spot, and your back arches under him.

”Ca-ca-leb, so good, please,” you beg. “Don’t stop.”

He starts moving his fingers now, small movements that have you stretched around him. The heat in your lower belly builds as he curls his fingers mercilessly, to send you over the edge. Your slick drips down his chin as you clench around his fingers, walls pulsing as your sob his name over and over. Waves of ecstasy make your thighs clench around his head, hips pushing your core into his face as you ride out your bliss.

Caleb lets you come down from your high with small kisses on your inner thighs, easing his fingers out of you. When you squirm from oversensitivity, he grins and pushes himself to stand, arms braced on the counter to watch your fucked-out expression. 

His fingers are still playing absently with the patch of hair between your thighs, chuckling when you push him away.

”Shy now, meimei?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll help you shave next time, if you want.”

You’re about to take him up on his offer when he adds another condition.

”Only if I get to eat your pretty pussy after too.”

[aropride]

please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

[bladespark]

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

[conservethis]

Casting with all my might

[ladshellfire]

casting !!

[reglisse-art]

"I miss my dragon"

Ever since I got introduced to the story of sorceress MC and her dragon, I became greatly inspired by it. I've felt the urge to paint them again recently and while doing so, I tried a different approach where I rendered everything in great detail.

I hope you like it!

[ladshellfire]

best lads artist out there, also they be very nice 😌

[xaviersupernova]

accidental text on the groupchat

✩°｡⋆ where they accidentally send a dirty text on a groupchat

including: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus and caleb

cw: mdni, nsfw, a bit of dirty talk, crack

a/n: just want to clarify in case it's not already clear enough !!! on sylus' part luke and kieran are actually innocent, they are just genuinely oblivious to what they are talking about

@xaviersupernova 2025