Lettuce

[lettushie]

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 — Lettuce’s mini gardenski — 𓏲ּ𝄢⋆‧°

ೃ࿔ ✈︎*:･— She/Him — ೃ࿔ ✈︎*:･— Full grown (Adult) — ೃ࿔ ✈︎*:･

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[schmellows]

HAPPY APPLE DAY/ JUNELEB/ XIAYIJUNE !! and, of course, Happy birthday to my sun. <3

[lettushie]

the giant lebling 🥹🥹 AUGHHHHHHAUGHH SOB SOB SNIFFLE WAA

[applepuppy77]

cw // suggestive , wireplay

robot au | maintenance day

[applepuppy77]

aftermath

[lettushie]

i still think about this art every single day

[alyceres]

— caleb has a mommy kink. argue with the wall.

a/n: hi everybody i hope you’re all having a great summer :D. i'm horny and needed some self indulgence so i thought about this and my fingers went to work. disagree w me idc but it’s canon in my head. hope you don't mind the new layout -- i'm probably gonna keep it cuz its easier on the eyes. no song inspo this time, but i WAS bumping doja cat's hot pink album while writing this. freaky music 4 da winnnn

again, thank you to cursed-carmine on tumblr for the sparkle dividers. i’ll be abusing the fuck out of it. and thank you to my lovely bf for supporting my delusions + helping me write this. i feel like this is kind of a taboo topic so i hope this reaches the right audience LOL. as per fanfic etiquette, if you don't like it, don't interact. thank you!

(i posted this SOOOO late. i won't be surprised if it doesn't do well. currently 5:39 a.m. i'm taking my ass to bed.)

wc: 1.5k (not proofread)

tags: caleb x reader, established relationship, submissive caleb/dom reader, mommy kink obv, caleb calls reader mommy, handjob (m receiving), praise kink, orgasm denial (no not edging), reader is a mean dom lol, but caleb is a switch i swear on my life bruh

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nowwww like i said yall can disagree with me. you would think that his colonel caleb persona would make him dominant, riiight? riiiiight???

while that’s true, at the end of the day, caleb is still a pathetic loser who is absolutely down bad for you. dominant men need tlc too!

i’d like to think it would happen when he comes home late at night, drained and exhausted from dealing with useless recruits and endless combat reports. he’s tired, not thinking straight, and most definitely pent-up.

he takes a shower, brushes his teeth, changes into pajamas and all that, but he rushes his nightly routine because he wants to get in bed with you.

here’s the thing about caleb: he puts on this strong, caring facade because he’s had to appear like that in front of everybody else for ages. but underneath that facade is the same touch-starved little boy who had no parental figures, no sense of guidance, and no protection. he had to figure out all of that by himself.

it makes sense that the one who takes care of everything wants to shut his brain off and be the one taken care of for once. and who better than you?

anyways, the second he gets into bed with you, he’s immediately clinging to you like his life depends on it. an arm draped around your waist, his head buried into the crook of your shoulder — some part of him is always touching you.

you ask him, “what’s wrong?” in that same playful tone you always use around him, but he mumbles something unintelligible under his breath as he hugs you tightly, something about how much he missed you. you can't quite make it out.

you smile and let him cling to you like a koala for a bit, but your scent gets him hooked. the tip of his nose brushes your pulse point, his breath hot against your skin. soon, he's kissing along your jawline, a pleasant shiver running down his spine as you run your hands through his hair.

sure, caleb is always needy. but tonight feels different.

as soon as you take the initiative, he's already melting like putty in your hands. your lips trail down his neck and he's whimpering like a dog for more. you're not surprised when you reach down between your bodies to find that he already has a raging hard-on.

"missed you s'much," he's slurring, head falling back against the pillows as you begin to massage the growing tent in his pants. he's compliant, and so, so easy to tease in this state. so you play along.

"yeah-- yes-- fuck, pips, just touch me already."

those were the words you wanted to hear.

with agonizing slowness, you pull down his sweats first, your nimble fingers then working their way under the waistband of his boxers. he lifts his hips to help you, eager to get all of the layers off. but of course, you don't let up that easily. it isn't until he tells you what he wants that you finally have mercy on him.

"so desperate, caleb," you can't help but tease. this earns a frustrated whine from your boyfriend, who outstretches his arms with a need to pull you closer. you pull away. "you want it that bad?"

he swallows the lump in his throat, heat rising up to his cheeks. his ears flush red-- he can feel it-- a telltale sign that he's not the proudest of the state he's currently in. yet somehow his submissive state serves to turn him on even more.

maybe it's the fact that you seem to be enjoying yourself. in that case, caleb doesn't mind being submissive at all. not that he minded in the first place. he's just not used to being the one who's getting pampered.

"yes, please," he whines, sucking in a large breath when your hand finally wraps around his erection. you're not satisfied with his answer. in fact, you decide to take advantage of his desperate state to see what else you can squeeze out of him.

(he knows. he's not stupid.)

"please what?" you taunt, your hand unmoving. you squeeze the base of his cock, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make him squirm under your grasp. "i can't give you what you want if you don't tell me."

a frustrated groan escapes his lips. caleb's hands fist the sheets beneath him, but does nothing to stop or hurry you. in fact, he seems to be enjoying the teasing. he might look frustrated, but the way his cock twitches in your hands with each berating word that comes out of your mouth says otherwise.

"please, just--" he's cut off, moaning softly as you finally begin to stroke him. "keep doing that, baby."

"doing what? this?" your hand jerks him off slightly faster, pausing every so often to rub the pad of your thumb over his leaking tip. then, you stop, your hand slowing to a torturous pace. he whimpers, but doesn't beg for more. he knows you'll tease him about it. "or this?"

"please, please baby, just--"

"please what? i can't hear you."

"please-- i need to cum-- please, mommy, please!"

bingo.

finally, you give in. you stroke him at the exact speed you know he likes, helpless whimpers escaping his lips. he's mumbling incoherently now, phrases like "so good, mommy," being repeated like a mantra.

"good boy," you praise, leaning in to peck his cheek sweetly. he leans in involuntarily, craving more of your affection. "that wasn't so hard, was it? all you had to do was tell mommy what you wanted."

caleb whimpers at the sound of you referring to yourself as such, his eyes snapping shut as his hips seek more friction.

he tries to apologize with a quick "i'm sorry, mommy" -- but you shut him down quick with a shake of your head and the pointer finger of your free hand held up to his lips.

"it's okay, baby. let's try this again," you hum. "what do you need?"

you feel him twitch in your hand again. he's really enjoying this, and it hasn't even been ten minutes. you realize caleb wasn't lying when he was complaining about being pent-up a few days ago.

"need to cum, mommy," he mumbles, lifting his head up to look at you. his violet orbs are glassy and desperate, a stark contrast to the guarded expression he carries at work. "please. i'll do anything-- mm-- i'll be good. i swear. oh, fuck."

he lets out a groan when you swipe at his tip again, making sure to squeeze slightly with each stroke. he's close.

"say it again," you demand.

he doesn't hesitate.

"please, mommy. let me cum."

"again."

"mommy," he whimpers, pleading eyes locking onto yours. "please."

"again. you can do better than that."

caleb's body trembles slightly with the force of trying to hold back his orgasm, but he obeys, his lower lip trembling slightly when he bites into it. he chokes out another moan, which you would have mistaken for a sob had you not known any better.

"mommy, please!" he begs. "please-- 'm gonna cum-- fuck, please, please, pleasepleaseplease--!"

if you weren't wet before, you definitely were now. in all your years of knowing caleb, he's never been this desperate. but you love this side of him, and the way he begs you has your thighs clenching together involuntarily.

before you can give him the okay, he's cumming anyway, unable to hold it any longer. his head falls back with the amount of sheer pleasure coursing through his body, his cum making a sticky mess all over your hand and his shirt.

despite his post-coital bliss, he knows he disobeyed you by not holding it in a bit longer. he opens his eyes, internally bracing himself for a punishment.

"i'm sorry," he mutters sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with you. "it felt too good. i couldn't hold it anymore."

you resist the urge to roll your eyes, but you shake your head as you reach for the tissue box on your nightstand.

"it's okay. i'll let it pass this time," you reply, wiping his fluids off your hand. "are you feeling better now though?"

caleb pauses for a moment before replying, ridding himself of his now-stained shirt and discarding it somewhere on the floor. you can just barely see the faint outline of his abs under the moonlight.

"a lot," he admits. "thanks... for tonight."

after that, he's asleep within minutes, which is surprising to you, since he often has trouble falling asleep. but you decide not to think much of it.

the next day, caleb acts like nothing happened, waking up early and making you breakfast like usual. he greets you and kisses your forehead before leaving for work, not mentioning anything about the night before.

he won't admit it out loud, but he liked being the submissive one for once. on the way to work, he's already thinking about how to get you to do it again without having to ask directly.

when he gets home, there won't be words. but there will be signs.

back to masterlist

@alyceres 2026

do not transfer my work to any other platform or feed it to ai. if a post of mine sparks your creativity, please credit/tag me. i would love to read what you write.

[lettushie]

subleb z🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[chnanini]

Latest commission work with Caleb

[lettushie]

CALEB AS ARTEM??? KYAAAAAA >< OMYGYATT HOLLY UNDERSTED

[mwphisto]

I don't know how we got here @zaynezone

You never thought you’d see him like this. 

Pale skin so beautifully flushed; the rosy pink spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to the sensitive peaks of his nipples. Sweat coats his skin, making the sheets stick almost uncomfortably to his body, overwhelming his senses. 

“Zaynie, eyes on me, remember?” You flick the vibrator off, smiling as his hips jerk upwards. Chasing after the stimulation that you removed all together. A beautiful mix of muffled noises slip out of his swollen lips, the lace of your panties now slick with his saliva. Some even daring to dribble down his chin as he struggles to drag his eyes up to meet yours.

“That’s a good boy, Zaynie.” You don’t turn the toy back on right away. Even though you can see the pure desperation shining in the watery depths of his hazel eyes. “Good boys who do what they’re told get to cum, remember?” A second passes, then two. No sound escapes him, he doesn’t nod either. Just stares at you dumbly… so cute… 

“I expect…” Your fingers wrap around the delicate chain connecting the two clamps, tugging hard on one just to hear the high pitched mewl struggle to escape his mouth. “... a response when I ask you a question, baby. Or else we just might be here all night. I dunno if your poor cock can handle all of that…” 

Copious amounts of precum covered his shaft, his thighs, your vibrator, and hands. He was making a mess, but you were far better at edging than Zayne realized. However, a rough shift at Akso didn’t really leave room for Zayne to ponder how much trouble he was getting himself into when he asked you to make him forget all his struggles. 

“So, I’ll ask again, and you’ll answer. Right, Zaynie?” You tug on the nipple clamp again, watching tears shine in his eyes as his cock twitches below you. You flip the vibrator back on prematurely, earning a sharp but eager nod from Zayne in response. 

“Good boy, Zaynie.” 

You press the dull whirring head to the underside of his cock, thighs clamping together to try and alleviate your own ache as Zayne whimpers helplessly at the sensation. His hands tug at the restraints he had so carefully taught you to tie, hazel eyes practically begging you to keep going as drool slips down his trembling chin. 

“Ohh, Zaynie is gonna cum, isn’t he? But has he earned it?” He’s so dazed it takes him a second to respond, nodding eagerly. His hair is slightly damp and sticking to his forehead as he tries so desperately to tell you something through the fabric of your underwear. 

“M’not sure he has. He’s been pretty slow on getting the hang of the rules. He’s made a mess of himself with his precum, oh and not to mention his drooling…” Your free hand reaches up, swiping at his chin and grinning as his blush turns crimson. 

“Oh, he hasn’t even bothered with saying please.” Your hand sinks lower, trailing along his racing pulse before dipping lower to his chest. “There are other ways to say please, you don’t need to say them verbally, Zaynie. I’m honestly not quite sure you’re all that deserving of an orgasm.” As you speak, you press the vibrator harder to his cock. Not stopping until it’s laying flush against his abdomen. 

The pleasure is dizzying. Zayne’s vision is blurring with tears of frustration and pleasure as he tries so desperately to keep his eyes open and on you. “Aww, don’t cry, Zaynie. S’okay…” But the sardonic tone of your words has his stomach clenching. He’s so close –, too close – that he fears what may happen if he doesn’t warn you. 

But the idea of release is far more tempting… if he can just keep you distracted long enough… “Ohhhh, Zayne?” A guttural sound is tugged from his throat as you yank on the nipple clamps, his body jerking towards you in the process. “Don’t try and play dumb.” 

He’s staring at you as if he’s never seen you before. Unbelieving that his sweet lover could harbor such a dominant side, that she could be so… sadistic. Though, she’s learned first hand from the best, has she not? The thought alone has him twitching, choking around the makeshift gag as his orgasm crashes down on him. 

The relief he thought he would feel is short lived, so short in fact that it really does bring tears to his eyes. Enough that they overflow, leaking down the flush of his cheekbones as his cock twitches pathetically. His release, now leaking from his tip in sad, throbbing waves, leaves him feeling completely unsatisfied. 

“You thought you could trick me?” You turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside the moment he started to cum, forcing a disapproving glare as he came. “Was a ruined orgasm worth it, baby? Was it worth the orgasm I would have given you?” 

Zayne can’t think straight, body collapsing backwards into the headboard and pillows. Staring at you in utter defeat as you pushed yourself off the bed. “Zaynie, what am I going to do with you?” Your grin has a chill inching up his spine, watching you disappear into the bathroom before returning with a warm cloth to clean him up. 

“I was going to give you head. But… only good boys get that. I think you need a nap, maybe think about what you’ve done, yeah?” Maybe he’s truly lost it, because a fresh wave of tears are brimming in his eyes. Enough that you can’t help but feel a little surprised as you carefully undo the clamps. “Tears won’t get you out of this, baby. Remember?” 

…You really did learn from the best. 

[lettushie]

its everywhere. im..🤤😭🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[xiayizhou04]

maintenance day ☆ suggestive [cw] body horror (?)

a/n. based off of this mutual’s art (please check them out! (@applepuppy77)). sorry if there are mechanical inconsistencies, this is out of my profession. i’ve only tinkered with my pc before

“Caleb, are you sure you don’t want a break… you’re panting a lot…” 

There’s a strained smile on Caleb’s face, thick eyebrows furrowed as beads of sweat line his forehead and drip down his cheeks. 

“…Caleb?” 

“Hah… I’m fine, pips. Keep going.” The quiet whirl of the mechanical parts that make up his abdomen fills the silence, mingling with Caleb’s uneven breaths. 

“I’m nervous, you have to tell me when it hurts, okay?” You bite your lip, picking up the circuit board with care. “You know I’ve only worked on your arm before… what if I mess up?” 

“You’ll be okay,” Caleb assures you, lashes fanning his cheeks. His eyes are hazy, half focused on his open stomach, and half focused on you. “I’ll guide you if you need help. Just… trust your instincts and remember the techniques from when you helped me with my arm.” 

You shuffle to make yourself comfortable in his lap once more, trying to ease the stiffness in your body. “Okay. I’m going to install the piece now. Ready?” 

“Ready.” 

With slow movements, you carefully insert the mechanism until you hear a click, narrating as you go. “It’s in. I need to make sure it’s stable though, tell me to stop if it hurts or feels weird.” 

Fighting to keep still Caleb leans forwards, smile wavering. “Tighten the south bolt tighter than the others. There should be a red mark on it. It loosens too easily.” 

The system is glaringly more complex than his arm, multi-coloured wires threading around the main central core in the middle. You let your eyes trail down towards the bolt he mentioned, nodding. 

“Mkay. Tightening it now.” Taking a deep breath to stop your hand from shaking, you take the small wrench and lean in, a tight furrow between your brows. 

The second you touch the metal connecting his main system to the circuit, Caleb jerks forward, a breathy gasp escaping his lips. His hand curls around the lower half of his face, muffling his sounds as he flushes red of either embarrassment or arousal. 

“Hah… pips. Slow…haaah… down, fuck.” He curses when you tighten the bolt while he’s somewhat distracted, his head jerking back and ramming into the wall behind him. 

“It’s done…! Did it hurt? Sorry, I thought it might be better if I was slightly quicker.” 

“No, it was only a pinch.” Caleb’s cheeks burn a brighter red and his eyes have yet to clear, still glazed over. They dart away from yours when they make contact. “Mind helping me close up?” 

“Mhm,” you say absentmindedly, mind wandering elsewhere. “Masochist.” 

“I…aha, wha—?” 

Your fingers inch forward again to trail down the stabilizing rod, letting your fingertips trace each ridge and texture. The whirling of the fan gets louder as he overheats, his eyes widening at the betrayal. 

After a moment Caleb’s eyes drift shut, shuddering as his hand reaches out to grasp your wrist, though not stopping you. 

“You’re not going to stop me?” 

“You know I won’t. You can do whatever you want to me, I’d take it all.” 

He lets your curious fingers wander, body tightening beneath you when your touch reaches the newly installed component, vibration humming through the metal. 

“Ah—” 

The sound escapes him before he can stop it, eyelids fluttering shut. 

“Sensitive?” 

“No,” he says quickly. You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe a little,” he admits. 

“A little… hm?” 

Caleb’s throat bobs as he subconsciously spreads his thighs apart below you. Your fingers brush a bundle of colored wiring near his core, and he jolts. The reaction is immediate, and the lights beneath his synthetic organs flicker erratically. 

“Wow,” you whisper before you can help it. 

“Hah, don’t...” His voice comes out wrecked, breathless around the edges. “You’re making it worse.”

“Worse?” you echo, as your thumb strokes carefully along one of the wires. A shudder tears through him.

“Fuck.” The mechanical whir deepens in pitch, and his hold on your wrist tightens. 

“Caleb?” 

“That’s… that’s enough,” he pants, voice strained. 

“Painful?” You pull away, watching him carefully.

“Something like that.” He motions for you to close up his abdomen, sighing in relief when he’s finally protected from all your teasing. Caleb’s arms loop around your waist as if he doesn’t want you to move away yet, holding you tightly against his chest. “Thank you, pipsqueak.” 

You lean into him, humming in response. “You know I could have turned you off?” 

“If it’s you touching me, I want to experience all of it,” he murmurs, nose brushing your shoulder. “Help me next week?” 

You sigh affectionately. “Sure.”

xiayizhou04’s masterlist ♱ applepuppy77’s art

[lettushie]

the wireplay artmade me already combust and noe this fic made me discombobulate i love this so much

[knightofmight01]

Im late to the party but… happy birthday Caleb! 🎂🥳🎈🎁

[aexias]

a little undrunk : sylus 秦徹

cw: nsfw, fem!reader, drunk sex, bath sex, nipple play, desperate sylus, riding, illusions to oral, biting, marking, the bathroom is a fucking mess

"I didn't know amphibians were fond of bathing." You snicker, watching as Sylus tips his head back. The whiskey is his glass travels down his throat, sliding down the glass into his mouth. He sets it down near the side table, raising an eyebrow. Every movement makes the water and bubbles dance, revealing more of his chest.

"Do you mean reptile, sweetie?" Sylus chuckles, watching as you blink your eyes a few times. You gently sway in front of him, knees to your chest as you soak together in the bath. Your fingers thumb against your calves to the music, softly humming under your breath. Sylus smiles, reaching forward to grab your wrist.

"Are you drunk already?" You're pliant in his grip, your body tugged into his embrace. Sylus spreads his legs, letting you settle between him. You curl into his slick body, soap and water everywhere. You feel like you're floating in the ocean, head and body dizzying. Sylus is the only thing keeping you afloat. If you closed your eyes for long enough, perhaps you could drown happily. Let the water fill your lungs, become one with the sea.

However, you are in a bathtub. Soap and water are very different from sea water.

Sylus collects some bubbles on his finger, poking you on the nose. A foamy ball sticks to your nose as you blink the alcohol away. Your brain is slow to process, his hands massaging your body under the water. His voice rumbles in his chest as your hands slide up his shoulders.

"So drunk, huh?" You shake your head, shifting onto your knees. You shift, water sloshing everywhere. You hear it splat onto his floors. A large gasp leaves your lips. More theatrics than necessary, but characteristically you. Sylus cradles your head with his wet hand, smiling softly at your antics.

"Oh no…" You blubber, peeking over the edge then back at Sylus. "I'll clean it." You say it so sweetly, Sylus doesn't have the heart to tease you. He washes the soap off your nose, kissing your forehead. You slide back into his arms, resting your body atop his.

He hums along to the music playing, fingers thrumming up and down your spine. You sway in the water together, your fingers laced with his. Everything is fuzzy, he is too warm yet not warm enough all at once.

"Sylus…" You mumble into his wet skin, getting soap in your mouth. You sputter it out, sticking out your tongue. "Bleh." Sylus laughs once again. You shift positions once more. This time, you lay with your back on him, letting his circle you from behind.

"Sylus." You call out to him, your tone more serious than before.

"Yes, kitten?"

"My bare ass is on the tub." You come to realize, brows knitting at the realization.

"Is it?" He laughs, rubbing your arms. He thinks it's funny, being somewhat disoriented. He guides your hips up, pressing his legs together so you rest on his thighs. "Better?" He mumbles against your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear. Sylus reaches behind him, grabbing the glass of whiskey and brings it to his lips.

The round ice has melted, sliding down the rim of the cup. It burns down his throat. You turn to look at him, eyes wide for another sip. Sylus is quick to pull it away from you. He presses a finger between your brows.

"Enough." He warns, feeling you straddling him once more. Your hands slide up his chest, wet and foamy from the bath. Your nose rubs against his cheek, pressing kisses into his damp skin. Sylus's hands drag down your spine, resting at the plush of your hips. He's in a grabby mood, squeezing your ass and thighs.

You whine against his lips, the remnants of whiskey on his mouth. Fingers gliding through his hair, the air in the bathroom grows heavier. The steam blurts the mirrors and your continuous shuffling wets the bathroom mats. Sylus's hips roll into yours, hands guiding your hips into his.

Your tongue slots between his lips, saliva trickling from the edges of your lips. The alcohol makes everything feel like a blur. You focus on his breathing, the sound of his grunts against your mouth. You're lost in a trance, intensely focused on the sensation of his length pressing into your clit.

"Sylus," You moan into him, nails scratching at his biceps. Red, angry lines drag down his skin, nails indented into his skin. It's hard to not be aware of his touch. The warmth and strength of his palms beat against your skin, melting into your body. The bathwater splashes against your back, spilling over the edges of the tub. It splashes on the floor, capturing your attention, but Sylus guides you back to him.

"Shh, we'll clean it later. Come here." His large hand presses against the back of your head, dragging you back to his lips. He bites at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into yours. At the same time, he lines himself up with your entrance.

The alcohol rudley decides to hit Sylus then as well. He's been tipsy for a while, but he's teetering the line of tipsy to drunk. His movements are slightly more lethargic, less coordinated.

But it's easy for Sylus to slip into you. He knows your body well. Your knees slide down, pushing yourself lower onto his length. Your thighs shake around his hips, hiding your face into his neck. Your low, drowsy moans ring through Sylus's ears. His determined to make you tremble, his bulky fingers tweaking your nipples.

"Sweetie," Sylus moans, your fingers pulling at his hair while you rock on his length. "We should move out the—"

"No." You interrupt him, fully sliding down onto him. Your hips press against his, grinding your clit onto his pelvis. The needy look in your eyes, the flush of your cheeks— It's more than enough to convince Sylus. His arm wrap around your back, holding you flush to his chest.

The two of your grind against one another, focused on the pleasure blooming in your stomach. Sylus nips at your skin, but you're equally as petty. You gnaw at his ears and neck, scratching at him.

The alcohol swirls in your system, making your brain fuzzy. You feel heady, struggling to keep yourself afloat. Sylus is your anchor though, guiding your hips back and forth.

"I've got you, sweetie. It's okay." His hands drip with foam and water, dripping down your back. The pressure in your stomach is unbearable and Sylus is faring no better. His moans ring through your ears, buzzing between your forehead. It's an odd feeling, one you chalk up to the effect of the whiskey.

"Sylus, please." You beg, neck craning to kiss his lips. Sylus shushes you, kissing you, lapping at your tongue. You both are too far gone, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue. But that added sensation is more than enough to tip you over the edge. Your nails dig hard into Sylus's skin, drawing a small cut that oozes blood.

Sylus looses it then.

The pain and pleasure melt together, making it hard for Sylus to hold himself back. Typically, he would wait a bit longer to cross the edge, but he can't hold himself back.

You make him feel so good. He's so aware of how your body feels, it practically feels like his own. Not to mention the pitchy and whiny tone of your voice. It sounds through out his bathroom, echoing off the tile walls.

You feel like you're drowning in the best way possible— Ears blocked and your jaw loose. Your throat feels raw when you rise for air. You may have screamed— You refuse to find out, the shyness creeping in past your settling arousal.

Sylus lays below you, panting and heaving. Despite that, his hand reaches back to the glass of whiskey, guiding it to your lips. You take a sip, the alcohol burning down your throat. Your brows knit, staring up at him between your lashes. Sylus finishes off the drink, letting it clink against the tile of the bath.

With one full sweep, Sylus lifts you into his arms, standing in the bath. He takes a step out, careful to avoid the puddles of water that have pooled in the bathroom.

"Suddenly I'm famished, sweetie. Shall we go once more?" He asks, placing you down on the bed. Sylus cages your body under his, drawing your leg up to his shoulders. His hand smooths over the warmth of your thigh before He playfully bites your inner thigh, releasing a squeak out from you. You push at his head, kicking him away.

"Pervert."

© aexias do not copy, repost my works onto other sites, or generate them into ai.

[lettushie]

fluffy smut my beloved 🤤🤤🤤🤤

[lvmie3ree]

fuller ver on x

[lettushie]

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOO????? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[hrmits]

𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ 沈星回 : stressed at work? not an issue!

synopsis.⠀overworked and having to deal with the awful summer heat, xavier is here to save the day, as always. even if his methods are a little... odd. tags.⠀smut-ish, making out, dry humping (?? i Guess), he pins you against the wall (claustrophobia beware....), neck kisses, nipple play (sorta), pent up aaand needy xavier but he just wants to make u happy :(

a/n.⠀first time writing anything beyond the sfw field so .... please do not crucify me. okay i love u all. rushed and not proofread.

A bad day at work wasn’t going to stop anyone, you included. But the AC not working might just do that.

In the secluded walls of your office, going through the heavy amount of hunter reports UNICORNS has managed to gather this month, you’re left drenched in your own sweat. You can only pray the light summer breeze would show up now, somehow making its way through the closed window.

Cooling down seemed even more difficult when you had to keep your eyes focused on the objectives. Deadlines were shortening, closing in on you to the point you’re debating whether you’re in fact claustrophobic.

Which apparently drowns out your senses as well. You don’t even notice Xavier behind you, slightly crouching down to look at you better.

“…Now?” Your voice seeps into his ears as if your plan is to provoke him, even if it sounds a little more tired than it should. He only gives you a slight nod, crouching down even further in order to reach your eye level, where you’re prettily settled in your chair. Even its leather is starting to annoy you.

“Yes. You’re stressed and pent up.” He clarified, eyebrows slightly arching to show his concern. “I want to help. I want to make you feel good.”

You sigh. It’s tempting, and it’s not as if you can think straight right now anyway. It’s true, you’re just as succumbed to him as he is to you, maybe it’s not a bad idea. You shift in your chair, pushing yourself backwards to make enough room to stand. Once you do, he straightens his stance.

“Alright,” you sigh, albeit a little shaky. “But get it over with, I still have like, a stack of papers to go throu—”

It’s pointless. Xavier’s hands are already on you, savoring every little bump of your waist. He writhes in response to your body rousing, causing him to sluggishly continue his movements until your back is pushed against the wall.

“Xavier—” you wriggle, your hands finding their way on his face. You instantly melt into him. He doesn’t waste any time either, immediately catching onto your signals and clashing his mouth against yours. His kiss isn’t exactly gentle. As he’s roaming your body, he sucks on your bottom lip, ocassionally nibbling at it before soothing it with a smooth swipe of his wet tongue.

He does this until you see stars, until your sweat manages to merge with his. It’s not helping you cool down in the slightest; rather, it only spurs you on. His hands continue exploring your curves, eventually reaching your lower back and pushing you even closer towards him, until you’re planted against his hard planes.

“Is this helping?” Xavier already knows the answer, however you’re already familiarized with all his antics: he likes provoking you more than anything. Gauging your reactions as his attention is solely focused on you is one of the most endearing things for him— hence, when you whimper in response, he takes it up a notch, shifting his thigh in between yours. “Hold onto me.”

Nodding, you wrap your arms around his neck, already starting to squirm under him. Maybe you truly are claustrophobic. You’re (un)fortunate enough to be squished in between a pent up Xavier and that wall, what else could it be, if not that feeling of impeding doom filling your lungs?

He leans down to catch your lips into a deeper clash, practically absorbing all of your broken murmurs dropping off in his mouth. You fidget with his collar in response, trying to get at least a little bit of the same friction you so-desperately crave.

“I missed you,” He continues, his hot breath plunging right in your mouth. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait— haah, any longer.”

You hurriedly pull away to answer him. “It’s, it’s fine, I— mmph!” aaand before you know it, he’s back to swirling his tongue against yours. Xavier didn’t wait a second longer. Once he breaks it again, as if it somehow proved a point, he’s continuing his relentless attacks on your neck.

“D–D’you have to be so—” Another choke escapes your throat. Xavier can sense your resolve weakening with each passing second, your breathy grunts and soft whimpers music to his ears. His hands knead and squeeze at the soft flesh of your hips, fingers digging into you possessively as you slowly grind yourself on him. He nips and sucks at your pulse point, determined to see you over the edge.

What a greedy bastard. He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, nor does he answer it.

You invite him further, plunging against him until he can feel your heart jumping in your chest. One hand slides up your stomach, palming your breast through your shirt, thumbing at the stiff peak of your nipple. He can feel it pebble under his touch, which can only mean you’re letting go of all that weight on your shoulders.

Sort of exactly what his objective has been. He needed you to relax into him, to melt into his arms as he’s towering over you, holding you pinned against that damned wall. He needed to see the tension leave your eyes and muscles, to finally take time to yourself to relax.

“Why… ‘re you slowing down?”

Xavier only chuckled to your question. “Haven’t you calmed down enough?”

a/n 2.0⠀this was written in a rush and to test the waters so. um. gluplplu. thanks for reading </3 def could’ve done a better job THANK U ADITI FOR TELLING ME TO WRITE THSI ANYWAY

[lettushie]

this lowkey fluffy smut..sniffle..starts sobbing..AUGGHHHHH

[calebapproves]

kiss it better

Your plans for Caleb's birthday go south when he's called in for an urgent mission with the Farspace Fleet. But who is he when he comes back -- the soft, kindhearted boy you fell in love with? Or the Colonel? Content Warning: 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content - dom/sub undertones, oral sex/face fucking, p in v sex, begging Word Count: 4.6k Author's Note: Happy birthday, Caleb! Sorry, this was posted a day late. I had to make it perfect for my man, my man, my man! Beta-read by the lovely @blackhearteyes999 <3 Required Listening: Kiss It Better by Rihanna Click here to read on AO3

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He’s late.

Caleb is never late.

For as long as you’ve known him, your boyfriend has always been on time. If by some chance he’s running late, whether a meeting with the Fleet went late or he stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few items, he always gives you a call or sends you a text.

Your finger taps on the glass of your phone screen. No new notifications. 

In fact, you haven’t heard from him since this morning. You had called him as soon as you stepped off the first train to Skyhaven, a surprise for his birthday.

“Heya, pips.” He said when he picked up the phone. “Whatchya up to?”

“Oh, I dunno,” you said while weaving your way through the swarm of people in the train station. “I was bored, so I thought I’d take some time to visit a special boy on his birthday.”

“Really? You wanna visit widdle ole me?” You could hear Caleb grinning through the phone, making your heart nearly skip a beat. “Well, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to wait a bit.”

“What do you mean?” You asked playfully, stepping aside to avoid blocking the flow of foot traffic. “I thought you said you took the day off!” 

“Well, I did put in the request,” he replied, his tone shifting ever so slightly, “but I was called in for an urgent mission. Non-negotiable.”

“Seriously? On your birthday?” 

“I know, honey, I’m upset about it too. But,” his voice perked back up again, “I can send a ride to pick you up from the station in five minutes, and you can have the whole day to plan what we do tonight. Does that sound like a deal?”

“Deal.” You nodded, making your way to the passenger loading zone. “What time should I expect you to be home?”

“Should be no later than 6:30, babe. See you then?”

“I’ll see you then. Love you.”

“Love you too, pips.”

You felt your heart pang as you ended the phone call, disappointed that your original plans fell through. But as quickly as it came, your excitement washed it away with all the ideas in your head to make Caleb’s birthday the best one yet.

As soon as you stepped into the car he had sent, you asked the driver to take you through the streets of Skyhaven, stopping at every party shop you could find to get the perfect decorations. Balloons, streamers, table runners, hell, you even found some airplane-shaped confetti to sprinkle across his kitchen table.

When you were satisfied with your purchases, you were dropped off at his apartment. You took your time decorating his home, trying your best to make it look even better than last year. You had his favorite takeout scheduled to deliver right before he would arrive, his favorite video game set up on the TV, and your shared favorites playlist cued on the speaker. You waited patiently to hear the familiar click of the door handle turning, the heel of his colonel boots, and his cheerful greeting, which you heard every time he crossed the threshold:

“Pipsqueak, I’m home!”

But now, you’ve been waiting for hours. The sun has set, the food has gone cold, you couldn’t pass a particularly hard level without Caleb’s help, and you’ve listened to every song on the playlist twice. 

You sigh as you turn off the gaming system, deciding to just go to bed instead of waiting any longer.

You shuffle all the way to your bedroom, peeling off the new dress you bought earlier that day and replacing it with one of his old oversized DAA shirts and a pair of old pajama shorts. You take a deep breath as you slide the shirt over your head and capture the faint, yet unmistakable smell of him.

As you exhale, all the thoughts you’ve been pushing down flood your mind uncontrollably.

What if he got injured on his mission? What if he’s in the hospital and didn’t have time to tell me? Surely he would have sent a message by now…

You check your phone one last time before turning on the bathroom light. No new messages. Just the ones you sent him, starting back at you.

Sent 11:32 am: I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you come home, Caleb! :D

Sent 2:56 pm: I hope work isn’t troubling you too much today </3

Sent 6:15: See you so soon, my love :3

Sent 7:07: Babe? Are you all right? 

Sent 9:17: Please let me know if you’re okay…

You lock your phone screen as you look at yourself in the mirror. You’re unable to fight back the tears welling up in your eyes as the one thought you’ve avoided all night finally crosses your mind.

What if… he’s not coming back?

Before the thought has time to consume you, a faint noise echoes through the apartment, rushing you back to reality.

The lock on the door clicks, and you hear it open… but softly, gently, as if he’s trying not to be heard. His crisp, heavy boots try their best not to make a sound as he enters the apartment. When the door shuts behind him, a soft sigh escapes from his lips, though you can hear the weight it carries through every room in his home. 

Your feet move before your mind decides what to do, your bare soles padding across the wooden floor to greet Caleb, your Caleb.

“Welcome home, Ca…” 

What you see in front of you nearly puts you in a state of shock.

He looks like he finished fighting in a war. His colonel uniform, the one you’ve grown to love, is ripped across his jacket and pants, the gold chain missing, looking as if he was mauled by some wild animal. Bruises litter across the skin you can see, and a long scratch stretches over his neck down to his chest. He drags in the smell of gunpowder, jet fuel, and blood through the threshold of his home. 

You begin to panic as you rush to his side.

“Oh, my god…” You gasp, embracing him in your arms as he stands on the welcome mat in front of the door. “Caleb, what happened to you?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He answers flatly, his amethyst eyes darting to the clock on the oven before landing back on you as you let him go. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I’ve been worried sick, Caleb…” Your heart throbs as you assess his visible injuries. “I got no calls, no texts…”

He lets out a sigh of exasperation before pinching his nose with his leather gloves. “I’m sorry, pips.”

Your nickname on his lips sounds so… wrong right now.

“I tried to message you back,” he continues, his tone unchanging, “but there was no time. The mission went south.”

“Wha-how? What happened?”

“That’s not for you to worry your pretty little head over.” He pats your head with his gloved hand and smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You can’t come home to me like this and tell me not to worry about you.” You say, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. “That’s not fair to me.”

“It is fair.” He argues back, taking a step to the side so he can walk around you. “Now, why don’t we—“

“No, Caleb.” You interrupt, following his lead and blocking his path. “I don’t care if it’s confidential Fleet business, I deserve to know what happened. I thought you told me you’d stop keeping secrets from me, I ha—“

“Enough.”

Before you could finish your sentence, you feel his gloved hand wrap around your jaw, yanking your head to force you to face him. The leather is uncomfortable, cold and cruel against your skin, but you can feel the searing heat radiating from his body.

“You will not disrespect your Colonel again.” His eyes bore into yours, vacant and detached. “Do I make myself clear?”

His tone sends a shiver down your spine, which immediately pools in between your legs.

“Yes, Caleb.” You can feel your heart racing. And you could tell that he noticed. 

“Address me correctly.” He says with a growl, pulling you even closer to him, the tips of your noses brushing up against each other. 

“Yes, Colonel.”

You can feel all of his resolve snap as your lips crash together, his mouth moving against yours fervently. His hand stays firm against your jaw, keeping you in place as he devours you with his mouth. His free hand falls on the small of your back, pushing your body up against his. Gripping onto his torn jacket, you kiss him back desperately, trying to keep up with the brutal pace of his mouth.

The thin fabric of your t-shirt leaves little resistance as your chest presses against the rough material of his uniform, your nipples pebbling at the friction it causes. You moan softly into the kiss, the heat in your lower belly growing even hungrier for him. 

He bites your bottom lip, hard, causing you to gasp. You feel his tongue slide between your lips, a sloppy fight for dominance that you were more than happy to let him win. Your head is clouded with lust as you feel him totally take control…

But as quickly as he started, he pulls away, releasing your jaw from his bruising grasp.

“Disrespecting your Colonel will not go unpunished.” He says cruelly as you catch your breath, feeling a flush rise in your cheeks. His boots click across the floor as he walks past you.

“Bedroom.”

It’s not a suggestion.

Swiftly, you follow in his footsteps, the anticipation of what Caleb has in store for you.

He swings the door open, entering your shared space like a Fleet meeting — cold, rigid, and unforgiving. You enter after him, the room that usually feels so welcoming, completely transformed with the Colonel’s presence. The room is dark, the moonlight shining through the balcony’s glass door as he slowly strolls to the bed, keeping his eyes on you as he sits on its edge.

You take a good look at him, take all of him in. He’s always been so handsome, you’ve thought that ever since you were kids. When you first saw him wearing his uniform when you infiltrated the Farspace Fleet, you were surprised — not just because you thought he was dead, but you really liked how the sleek, professional uniform looked on him.

But now, with the uniform torn open, his skin battered and bruised… 

It’s the hottest you’ve ever seen him.

“Strip.” He commands, his posture rigid as his eyes zero in on you. 

You obey without hesitation, grabbing the hem of the t-shirt you stole and pulling it over your head, your bare breasts bouncing slightly as you shimmy it off. You feel his eyes on you as you drop it on the floor carelessly, your hands reaching for the waistband of your shorts—

“Keep your panties on.” He says, his tone unwavering. 

Nodding in understanding, you slowly pull the shorts over your hips, letting gravity lower them to your ankles. As your shorts fall to the floor, you reveal your new purple lacy thong with the white trim.

You notice Caleb’s eyes widen, but only for a brief moment.

Wordlessly, he beckons for you, motioning for you to come forward with two gloved fingers. 

You step out of your shorts and walk towards him cautiously. His gaze is still glued to your panties.

“Remember when we were kids, when you would fall and get a scrape on your knee, or climb a tree and get scratched by a branch?” His eyes flicker back up to yours, his eyes noticeably darker than before. “What would I do to make you feel better?”

Those fond memories of your childhood flood your mind, all the times you would play outside with Caleb — pretending to be explorers in the backyard, playing tag with the other neighborhood kids, going one-on-one at the basketball hoop in the driveway. You’d often injure yourself trying to keep up with him, and despite how many times you got hurt, he was always there to make things right...

“… you’d kiss it better.”

He nods in agreement.

“Now it’s your turn.” He says, leaning back slightly, spreading his knees with the cold, stern look still on his face.

You stand between his legs, bending down at the waist to meet his eye level. He rolls his head back, giving space for your fingers to trace the blooming bruises left across the skin of his neck and his chest. The marks are fresh, still bright red and swollen from impact. Did he get in a brutal fight with a Wanderer? Was there a fight between him and someone from EVER?

Right now, that didn’t matter. He needs you to help him in this moment, just like you needed him long ago.

You lean into his neck, softly placing your lips against the tender mark on his skin. Caleb exhales quietly, his breath quivering as you notice his hands begin to fist the bedsheets. You pull away, only to move a few inches away to kiss another one of his many bruises.

His eyes close as you press your lips against a rather sensitive spot under his ear, a soft moan escaping his lips.

“Lower.” He orders.

And you obey, pressing your lips over and over again on the scratches and bruises over his bare skin. His breath moves faster the further you go down, his chest moving noticeably when you give special attention to the long scratch that ends at the bottom of the rip in his shirt. 

The necklace you gave him survived the incident, the cool metal resting on one of his wounds. You press your lips on the dog tag, pushing it against the bruise as you look up, looking to see Caleb’s stern face begin to slip.

He speaks again, his voice strangled with lust:

“Lower.”

Huh?

Before you could ask him what he meant, you felt a shift in the air, a heavy weight dragging you to the ground. You try to resist, but his EVOL is stronger, and you fall to your knees in front of him.

Your face was lined up perfectly with his straining erection in his pants.

He releases you from his gravitational pull, your cheeks burning as you look up from between his legs. Caleb’s pupils are blown wide as he stares, the smallest hint of a smile crossing his face.

“What’re you waiting for?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. “Kiss it better, baby.”

His hand reaches for the crown of your head, his fingers intertwining with the strands of your hair as he presses your face into the crotch of his pants. Your cheek collides with his bulge, his hips involuntarily moving forward to grind up against your face. You turn your head, pressing kiss after kiss against his clothed length, feeling him twitch underneath your gentle touch. 

There’s something about the way he’s ordering you around, commanding you to satisfy him, on the verge of degrading you, that is so utterly hot. You’re feeling wet already, and he’s barely even touched you.

His grip on your hair tightens as his pace quickens, rubbing his crotch across your face over and over again. Your mouth tries to keep up with his thrusts, but it’s too much, your lips catching on the material of his pants and spilling your saliva all across his erection. 

“Messy, aren’t we?” He grunts, pulling your hair back to see the generous amount of spit staining his lap. 

You expect him to praise you like he usually does, but he stays quiet, his free hand moving to the zipper of his pants, making quick work to pull the waistband down, reach into his underwear and pull out his aching, weeping cock.

“Open up.” He says, lightly tapping your cheek with his bulbous tip.

You open your mouth as big as you’re able, staring up at him through your lashes. He slides himself between your swollen lips, his hand keeping your head in place as he pushes himself all the way in, his tip nearly pressing against the back of your throat. 

His colonel hat falls as he rolls his head back, biting his lip as you close your mouth around him, hollowing your cheeks and running your tongue along the underside of his length. His cock is big enough that you already feel yourself gagging, the outer corners of your eyes stinging with tears. Your nose is nestled against the wiry tuft of hair that trails up to his belly button, catching the faintest whiff of your favorite bodywash.

His hips draw backwards, but come back with full force, sheathing himself fully inside once more. He repeats this motion again and again, fucking your mouth with military precision. With each thrust, more of your saliva would cling to his cock, coating his shaft and balls, bouncing off your chin. Your jaw begins to ache with how hard you’re sucking his length, and your knees feel raw from the taut skin rubbing against the carpet.

Caleb is practically silent, besides the curses he’d mutter under his breath. Usually, when the two of you are intimate, he’s talking constantly, teasing you, telling you how you’re such a good girl for him, how pretty you are when sucking his cock.

But this wasn’t your regular Caleb. This was the Colonel. 

The tears are starting to trickle down your cheeks when he pushes himself in all the way, bullying the back of your throat with his swollen tip. You gag loudly, your brows furrowing as your mouth tightens, your tongue pushing back against his cock. His hand in your hair is unwavering, keeping your head so close to his groin that his balls press up against your chin.

Sloppily, he pulls out of your throat, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together. 

“Get up.” He says, releasing your hair from his grasp as he stands, offering a hand for your balance. You take it, your sweaty palms grasping his gloved hand as you find your footing. 

He guides you wordlessly to lie on your back, falling onto the sheets expectantly. He nudges your knees apart, revealing your wet and wanting core. You swear you could hear him moan as his gaze falls between your legs, spotting the large, damp spot on the gusset of your panties. 

Caleb’s cock twitches as he takes a step forward, his hips caged in by your legs. His gloved fingers brush on your inner thigh, gliding over your skin slowly to meet the apex of your legs. He slides his hand underneath the gusset, brushing against your folds with his leather knuckles. It’s uncomfortable, but at least he’s giving you some sort of relief. You writhe for his touch, rocking your hips back and forth for a little more friction. 

“Did I order you to do that?” His tone makes you freeze instantly. He pulls your panties back by the gusset, waiting for your answer as the thin fabric moves over your hips and thighs. When the cool air hits your unclothed core, you shiver, squeezing your knees against his sides. 

“No, you didn—aah!”

With his open hand, he slaps your pussy, the feeling of leather on your wet, warm skin making it hurt even more. Your body jolts as you cry out, your head falling back as you feel him rubbing his tip up and down your sensitive skin. 

“This is a punishment, not a reward.” He says, and you feel his tip pressing at your entrance. “Do you understand?”

You nod frantically, hooking your ankles against the small of his back, desperate for him to fill you up and fuck you into the mattress.

“Yes, Cale—I, I mean Colonel.”

He pulls away, just slightly.

“Beg for it.”

“Huh?” Your head shoots up from the mattress.

“You want my cock so badly, don’t you?” He tilts his head, a sinister smirk teasing his lips. “I know you do. So beg for it.”

You thought your face couldn’t turn any redder. He’s teased you in the bedroom before, but not like this. 

“Ah… please, Caleb—“

“That’s Colonel Caleb to you.” He corrects, slapping your pussy again, your body tensing up as you bite your lip to stop the wail from escaping your mouth. 

“Colonel Caleb…” You whine, your eyes watery with tears, “… please fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He grips your thighs, angling his hips to press against your entrance again. “Whaddya need from me?”

You try to cover your face in embarrassment, but he grabs your wrists, restraining them against your lower stomach in his grasp.

“Let me see your face.” He commands. “Now, tell me again, what do you need?”

You felt his tip twitch against you. Oh, he’s loving this.

“Please… I-I need your big cock, Colonel.” You close your eyes, shaking your head back and forth. “I need it real bad!”

“Yeah? What are you willing to do?”

“Anything! I’ll do any—ohhh!”

Abruptly, he enters you, sliding his length all the way inside. He’s met with little resistance, but it aches all the same from his massive size. When he reaches the hilt, he lets go of your wrists, forcing his hand in between your lips and nearly down your throat

“Suck.”

You obey his command, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue laps at the leather. You taste an odd mix of your essence and an earthy musk.

He keeps his fingers in your mouth as he pulls out, only to slam back in again. His free hand grabs your hip dips, hard enough to leave marks in your skin for days. He towers over you as he thrusts, his sharp, strong, uniformed frame contrasting with your soft, pliant naked body.

“You’re not allowed to cum unless I say so.” You hear Caleb say, pulling his fingers out of your mouth so you can answer him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Colonel.” You nod, the spit from his gloved fingers dribbling down your chin.

He leans over to reach for his fallen colonel cap, placing it on your head haphazardly. He chuckles under his breath as he looks you up and down. 

“You really are the Colonel’s little slut, aren’t you?” 

His words went straight to your core, making you clench against him.

Placing both hands on your hips, he increases his brutal pace, pistoning in and out of you like a machine. His thighs slap repeatedly against your ass, the sound accompanying your moans in a symphony of pleasure filling the bedroom, echoing through the apartment. He’s hitting that spot so deep inside of you, and it feels so good that you’re nearly seeing stars, your nails ripping the bedsheets apart to keep yourself together.

You’re tempted to play with your swollen, neglected clit, but you know better now than to push the Colonel’s buttons. What could he possibly do next? Slap your tits? Your face? Shove a finger or two up your ass?

You get a good look at the expression on his face, and you can see the Colonel's facade is slipping. His cheeks are bright red to the tips of his ears, you can see a glimmer in his eye as he watches himself moving inside you, and his breathing is loud and labored. He is fucked out. 

His hands move from your hips to your knees, pushing them back into the mattress. The new angle practically has you screaming as he fucks into you, your body already trembling from your anticipated orgasm. His crotch smacks against your clit again and again, giving you the stimulation you were craving.

“Colonel… I can’t… I won’t be able to…” You try to plead with him, but your cries fall on deaf ears. 

His tip presses against your cervix with each thrust, making you feel impossibly full over and over again. You could feel your walls spasm as your moans get higher in pitch, your heels digging further into his back as your orgasm comes closer.

Suddenly, Caleb bends over, kissing you desperately as his hips stutter against you. His chest presses against yours, his necklace cold against your heated skin, trying to touch you as much as he can in his current position. 

“Come with me,” he begs between kisses, “please.”

At his command, your release finds you, your body shuddering against him as the wave of pleasure crashes through your body. You wail out, grabbing Caleb’s biceps tightly as he buries his face in your neck, whimpering as he fills you full of his warm, thick cum. His thrusts slow as he rides out his orgasm, releasing his grip on your knees as he runs his fingers through your hair, knocking the colonel’s cap off your head. Your legs feel limp, tangling them with his as he falls on top of you, his weight grounding you back from your high.

He turns his head and presses kiss after kiss against your burning cheek, a silent apology for what he put you and your body through. Weakly, you reach your hand to the crown of his head, massaging his scalp with your nails.

“Happy birthday, Caleb.” You smile, stretching your neck to press a kiss on his nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He says, the gentlest he’s been since he walked through the apartment door. “And… Thank you. For everything.”

You nod, knowingly. The two of you had talked about a scene like this one just a few weeks ago, where he took on the role of the Colonel in the bedroom, commanding what you do and punishing you if you misbehaved. How it could help him with his emotions with the Farspace Fleet, make him feel like he had control over something in his line of work. You were enthusiastic about the idea at the time, but letting it play out between the two of you was absolutely thrilling. 

You two had each other's trust, so you knew he would never take it too far. Besides, if he actually hurt you in any way, he'd beat himself up for weeks about it.

“Oh, can you do me a favor?” You ask, changing the topic of conversation.

“Anything for you, pips,” he says as he pulls himself out of you, a mixture of your fluids seeping out from between your legs as he rolls off you, sitting back up on the edge of the bed.

“Can you look in my purse on the door handle?” You point to the red apple handbag he bought you for your last birthday. “There’s a surprise waiting for you.”

Eagerly, he jumps up, his softening cock flailing around as he marches to your purse. You can’t help but giggle at how silly it looks as he flicks the bedroom light on, reaching to grab the purse strap off the door handle, unzipping the bag with a bit of anticipation. 

“You’re not allowed to go into work tomorrow,” you say as he pulls out two tickets to a newly opened Aerospace Museum a few towns over, “because you’re spending the day with me.”

“Really?” He looks at you over his shoulder, smiling like a kid in a candy shop. “I’ve been wanting to go since they announced this place two years ago!”

He bounds back over to the bed, wrapping you in his big, strong arms as he litters kisses over your face and neck.

“Thanks, pips.” He grins, nuzzling against you. “This is the best birthday ever.”

🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎

[lettushie]

🤤🤤🤤whoa..colonel caleb..ohgee..imso scared

[feelthemadnessinside]

Grand Duke!Zayne and you are so loud during sex that there is an unofficial consensus among the staff to avoid your wing at night completely, and most of the times during day after finishing essential housekeeping💀;

The heavy oak door to your chambers had barely clicked shut before Zayne's lips found your neck, his large hands already working at the laces of your nightgown.

"You're impatient tonight, Your Grace," you breathed, though you made no move to stop him.

"Hush." His voice was a low rumble against your skin. "I've been in council meetings for six hours listening to the old baron droning about grain taxes. Let me have this."

It doesn't take long till both your moans shadow the ominous creaking of the bed and the rattling of various ornaments in the room.

...

Your two handmaidens, Elara and Mina, look up as they hear the noise, before facing each other and shaking their heads, scurrying out before they traumatise their poor ears.

"I swear by the gods," Mina whispered, her cheeks flushed crimson even as she pressed a hand to her chest, "last week I went up to fetch my embroidery scissors. I forgot he'd returned from the border. The things I heard..."

Elara winced. "How long did it take you to recover?"

"Three days. I walked past the door at the wrong moment." Mina's voice dropped to a horrified hush.

They rounded the corner into the servants' stairwell, where the stone walls offered blessed, deadened silence.

"The new stable boy asked me yesterday why no one goes to the east wing after supper," Elara said, adjusting her wimple. "I told him it was being renovated."

"Renovated." Mina let out a choked laugh. "That's one word for it."

...

Down in the kitchen, the cook had taken to serving late-night tea with a knowing look and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder for any servant who emerged from the upper floors looking particularly haunted. The head housekeeper had a rotation schedule that mysteriously exempted the entire eastern corridor from evening duties. Even the guards had been known to draw straws for who had to walk the night patrol past the Grand Duke's chambers.

"The chandelier," one guard had whispered to another just last week, his face pale. "I watched it swaying. And no windows were open."

...

Upstairs, oblivious to the quiet terror they had inspired among the staff, Zayne's hand braced against the headboard as the bed (solid oak, reinforced twice by a skeptical carpenter) protested loudly beneath you two.

"Ah...Zayne...the bed..." He drove deeper, hooked his hips just so, and your warning dissolved into a sound that would have made a nun blush to the tip of her toes.

"Don't worry about the bed, my duchess," Zayne growls against your throat. "It's not more valuable than your pleasure."

He hikes your leg up higher over his shoulder and thrusts deeper, dissolving whatever you were about to say into a loud moan. ...

There is a thud and a sprinkle of plaster and ash, and a porcelain vase wobbling dangerously close to the edge of its console table, and your handmaidens, chef and two of the night guards stare at each other awkwardly.

"Do you think," whispered Elara, "they realize we can hear them from the kitchen?"

Mina finishes her tea, and produces a pack of earplugs "Not if I can help it. Take some, and goodnight." she stuffs two into her own and walks back to her quarters.

[tiramisooooh]

best pilot, caleb!

#CalebYourSkyblue #LoveandDeepspace #夏以昼 ‬ #恋与深空 #Caleb

[bibbysstuff]

A Rude Awakening

bonus doodle:

[mapsthewanderer]

I’M SO CONFUSED BE STILL MY HEART BUT I LOVE IT MY POOKIE

[lettushie]

HIS HANFS?? OMYGYATTTT ITS EVERYWHERE

[jyacira]

fem caleb in colonel mode

[lettushie]

OMYDAYDDDDSSS IM BLESSEF