❕cw: pseudo-incest, violence, gore, body mutilation, masturbation
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the same knife used to cut fruit is the same he's set out for her, juice from the apple still gleaming on the blade’s edge.
the smile that unfurls from his lips crashes down on her like a sinner’s punishment. it isn't shock, really, but more like a wave of pleasure that feels more guilty than anything. should she take pride in hurting her gege?
but before she can come to a conclusion in her subconscious, the sound of his zipper pulsates in her ears. it's louder than a jet on the runway, burning with fury and blazing through the air.
caleb's breathing is heavy, like he's run a mile with an unbearable ache in his crotch. his cock springs out like a jack-in-the-box, swaying in the air with heat and tip leaking pearly white while his palm works the side of his shaft.
“do it. m’so fucking hard, pips. just do it.”
she’s not exactly sure how she ends up with the knife in her hand, but it’s there and staring back at her with an evil reflection. her eyes are not her own, a sea of desire to hurt him swimming inside of them.
each character traced is practiced and delicate, like how she did in the snow that one night on the streets of linkon. she had worked hard to perfect her lines, to show off to her elder brother.… except it isn't snow. it's thick, tan skin. she would have to be extra attentive and not fuck it up. should she chide him if he flinches? no, a colonel wouldn’t dare.
his moans turn into low whimpers, almost like growls when they taper off. he strokes himself languidly as he feels the scorch of the blade kiss his right pectoral. the wet sounds of his cock pumping through his fist make her stomach knot and her cunt throb with desire, but it isn't nearly as aching as the need to brand him so cruelly. her name, sacred and scarred onto him. forever.
"deeper. god, yes. fuckin' like that."
she can't tell the difference between the feeling of warm tears from his cum shooting onto her cheek. both taste bittersweet on her lips, her tongue darting out to catch them.
"so pretty like this, caleb."
his thumb swipes at the blood trickling down his abdomen, a look of empathy settling onto his features as he sticks it into her mouth. it's an oath, a blood pact to be closer to his heart. next time, he'll make her crawl into his skin and fit between his bones.
cw: nsfw, blood, thoughts of cannibalistic tendencies, dry-humping, spit, teeth-kink, heavy making out, fluff towards the end, cannon zayne powers mentioned, tba
a/n: not proofread, short, super indulgent cause i want to jog my brain for the bigger fics since i've been sorta slumped T-T
thinking of holding zayne's jaw open as you trace your fingertips over each ridge of his teeth. he's trying not to get aroused at the way you were straddling him, warm cunt over his crotch, and fingers in his mouth.
"you have such pretty pointy teeth, zayne. you should be more careful about eating sweets to keep 'em pretty forever."
you'd coo at him in a soft whispery voice, warm breath ghosting over his lips as you tilt your head to see the way his throat moves as he swallows. the flush on his neck was creeping up to his cheeks and he was holding back from making any noises, resulting in soft whimpers. you can see his hands beginning to go all frosty from restraint as he grips into the couch.
"your fangs are my favourite you know? especially when you smile or when you...bite me."
you say, enjoying the way he squirmed and the way something hard began to nudge at your clothed pussy. he was so easy and pliant when it came to you. willing to hold back for your sake just with a few flutters of your lashes and a smile. he'd do anything to see you smile down at him.
you let go of his jaw, watching the red of your fingerprints on his skin dissipate slowly. before you could pull your fingers out fully, he bit down. quick and sharp, snagging the tip of your finger in his incissors. you hissed in pain, seeing the line of red drip down his fangs and roll down the side of his lips. this shade of red suited him. your blood, suited him. you felt yourself grow wetter, the wetness seeping into his slacks and making him groan. he didn't lick away the blood. not yet.
you pressed the blood into his lips, smearing them with the shade of you, groaning softly when his hips bucked instinctively against you as you did.
"i need you, my love...please..."
he pants out, toned chest heaving as he tried to keep holding back. he looked so sweet and ripe for devouring with his soft flushed skin and blood stained lips. and when you just sat back, admiring him, he licked his lips and tugged you closer, cold frosted fingers bunching into your hair as he kissed you. the taste of copper and heat and him and you swirling between your tongues, dripping pink drool down each other's chin from the intensity of the kiss.
"mmf so sweet...perfect..."
he groaned against your tongue, green eyes half lidding the way a sated feline's would. you tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, pricking it with a bite that made his body stutter and an instinctive hiss to escape his throat. the two of you looked deranged when you finally pulled away a string of pinkish spit between two blood smeared lips. the vision of pure unrestrained hunger for one another.
his hands were now frosted over as he held you by the hips, the cold making you gasp softly as it seeped through your clothes. he was guiding your body to rub against the aching tent in his slacks. the dampness making the fabric catch and stutter. your breathing grew heavier and so did his, the sight of his teeth gnashed together as he tried to hold back his moans only making you feel hotter. you wanted him to bite into your flesh and swallow a piece so you'd be a part of him forever. the mere thought of him, whimpering in reverence as he swallows your flesh down his bite marked throat.
"my love, i'm...close..."
he grunts out, rutting against you quicker. his tent curved against your aching clit, nudging it at a perfect rhythm. you felt the tightness in your lower stomach snap and find yourself letting out a groan as you slumped forward. the proof of your release and his soaking through the fabrics between you. he was panting against your ear, pressing soft kisses to the side of your head.
"zayne?"
you ask him, breath shallow as you tried to catch it.
"hm?"
he looked down at you through his thick lashes, green pupils peeking through narrowed slits. fluttering for a moment as you reached up to smear the dried blood on his jaw deeper into his skin.
"how long would i stay in your bloodstream if you ate me?"
he paused, pushing a sweat slicked hair strand out of your peering eyes. when he finally replied, he gave his answer the way he would your every query. with wholehearted attentiveness. as if all your questions no matter how small or silly required his well thought out answer and nothing less.
"not long enough, my love. i'd rather have you whole and by my side."
you pouted up at him.
"but you look so good like this...all bloody and torn up and mine to keep."
he gently tilted your chin up and placed a kiss onto your lips. the scent of drying blood lingering between the two of you.
"then i should look good all the time since i had always been yours to keep from the very start. now sit still and let me bandage your finger."
mc navigates the unusual feelings she has for her not-so-dead brother, caleb
❕cw: pseudo-incest, face slapping, toxic relationship dynamics, vaginal sex, blood, oral sex, choking, creampie, face-fucking, mentions of depression/death/suicidal thoughts, mentions of potential noncon | ao3 | wc 4.8k
i’m afraid of losing my brother.
it was one of the first of many fears she had been explicit about on paper. the therapist sent by the hunter’s association was already well acquainted with her case; it was by no means an exceptional one. these fears are rational, he would tell her. it’s annoying to hear that, especially when still grieving.
grieving a death is an odd thing; witnessing resurrection is another.
she had never given too much thought to frivolous things like religion and the idea of a man who could turn water into wine. when she looked out of the window of the doctor’s room, she wondered if caleb could do the same thing. if he could make the blind see. the bedridden walk. a miracle worker.
she’s reminded of the sorry excuse of a funeral for him, standing there with a box full of fake ashes.
it helps with coping, to feel a tangible weight of loss. that’s what they said, anyway. but nothing felt right about the engraved name of her brother under her fingertips— the sobs she would let out that rang around her in the empty hallway.
i’m scared of ghosts and being haunted.
his leathers branded him a new man; one she didn’t completely recognize. same purple eyes, same sad, distant gaze. a longing she couldn’t understand until after losing him. his hat fits, but it still seems like he’s too much of a boy to be called colonel.
but caleb is a man. he came back as one, and it hit her like a truck. his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. the dark trail of hair that lead down into his pants… he was alive and healthy. he proved it to her when he shoved her against the couch, lightning flashing across the space around them. his lips smashed onto hers, tongues clashing and claiming.
she first became wet for her brother when she had first touched herself. it was that picture of him after playing basketball outside, his shirt lifted up by his teeth, and his muscles glistening with his athleticism. the shame she had felt afterwards was comparable to a black hole: endless and without light. she could still feel the ripples of her orgasm, each wave hitting her harder than the last. the taste of his name on her wet lips as she whined into her pillow, hips rolling into the mattress as she humped it on her stomach.
keep your eyes away from the sky. the gods can’t watch you debase yourself like this if you don’t look up.
i’m afraid i’ve fallen in love with my brother.
her pen scribbled over the line of the page with a ferocity that tore into it. a gauging hole sits there, mocking her. staring at her.
“and this…? what was this supposed to say?” the psychologist dr. whatever-his-name-is said slowly. he had a slight drawl when he spoke. she supposed it would be comforting at times to hear a calm voice, but right now it made every hair stand on end.
the rain pelted against the high-rise’s window, linkon city foggy below them. she could hardly hear the sound of the traffic on the streets, just the slow, methodical ticking of the analog clock in the office.
her eyes wandered a bit more before dragging back to him.
“i misspelled a word. it bothered me.” a piss poor excuse.
“you can try and type it next time. or even recording it with your voice. sometimes it helps to say things out loud instead of bottling it in.”
you sound like my brother. my caleb. that fucking hypocrite.
speak of the devil... her phone buzzed as soon as his name came to mind, gege ♡ illuminating her screen. she typed away while ignoring the doctor, then packed her things up.
“sorry. my ride’s here.”
he didn’t have time to respond fast enough, only handed her the schedule slip for the following week. it’s a requirement, these sessions. the unicorns psyche eval was atrocious. her mind rotten.
jenna had only promised a month’s worth. it was well over a year now.
she doesn’t take the elevator, just runs down the several flights of stairs to meet her brother in the parking garage. she hoped her lack of breath and stained cheeks would make him dote on her. despite her constant nagging about it, she had reveled in his obsession to take care of her. not that she would ever really admit that. especially when he had caressed her leg so sensually, goose pimples trailing behind his touch when he had mentioned putting a bell on her.
nonsense. terrible. despicable.
he’s already waiting for her at the pickup area, door open on the other side and standing with military patience. he’s a soldier, ready and willing to serve.
his gaze softened once she pushed through the revolving door, that glint of darkness sparkling behind it. like he had more secrets than anyone else in the world.
she wrapped around the car, adjusting the red backpack on her shoulder before biting her lip. did he want to kiss her hello? or was that a one-time thing? he hadn’t talked about it since.
if he did, he did a hell of a job hiding it (just like everything else in life). maybe the life of a colonel fit him, she thought, seeing how classified his mind was. just as much as his missions into the deepspace tunnel were. it made her think that maybe the real tunnel was in his head— an endless space of darkness.
“did ya run a marathon, pips?” he sported a cheeky smile, the dog tag jingling on his clavicle as he pulled her in for a tight hug.
she said nothing at first, just squeezed him back tightly and smelling the nape of his neck. it took everything in her not to graze her front teeth along his skin, to suck and lick. she wanted to paint him.
“your hug says you missed me.” he said more softly this time, fingers coming to tangle in the strands of her hair on the back of her head.
“i missed you.” she blurted back, almost embarrassingly fast.
he pulled back slightly, lips hovering over the crown of her skull.
“not as much as me, probably.”
she genuinely wondered if it was true.
she punched his chest with considerable force, then slid into the heated seat of his sedan. he closed the door behind her, sauntering over to the driver's side.
“i said probably. where did all of your manors go?” he laughed, securing the seat belt onto himself before pulling off.
her eyes were unblinking as the radio hummed in the background. another explosion was reported in the news. she sniffled and rubbed her nose out of habit.
“they disappeared when you died.” she stifled out.
he looked curtly at her, wishing she would look back at him. then suddenly she felt bad, like she had said something a little messed up. he took a deep breath, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel, and then—
“i’m hungry. starving, actually. can we grab something to eat?” she interjected before he could respond.
caleb looked back at the road, clearing his throat. he ignored his bleary eyes, willing himself to stone.
“will you tell me how it went if i take you to your favorite spot?”
she smiled, hand crossing over the boundary of the console. her fingers dragged softly over his jeans, tracing mindlessly. the muscles of his thighs tightened, and she felt wicked. it made her core warm.
“not a chance in hell.” caleb was a fucking simp and still took her anyway.
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nighttime was scary, especially in caleb’s stoic house in the clouds. when it was still as a rock, and he was gone at the fleet, she often found herself staring at shadows too long. there was a sort of brutalism to it, lying in her not-so-dead brother’s bed. even more so when she hugged his pillow tight, inhaling it like she was still mourning him.
she could have at least turned a radio on.
when she heard the door unlock and caleb’s heavy boots approach, she curled inward on herself. her thighs pressed together tightly. she peaked at his unnerving silhouette that stood at the doorframe before walking in. he looked beautiful in that awful uniform— wanted to devour him, like an animal. eat everything right off the bone until he’s entirely inside of her, decomposing.
his hand ran across her ankle, his gloves already off. he squeezed, checking if she was awake.
“baby.” he whispered.
her head rose at that, giving him more of her ankle as she pushed her leg down further. her foot knocked against his knee, feeling his fingers lock up.
“i’m awake.” she called back, nose still buried in the pillow.
he sighed, something akin to relief washing across his face in the dark room. he walked to the side of the bed, fingers trailing up and up her body as he did so. the nightstand light clicked onto the dimmest setting, illuminating her more.
"you're hibernating in my bed?" he gave her a sad smile, one that begged her to tell him what was running through her head. she wouldn't give him that luxury.
"i think i'm sleepwalking again." she spoke into the fabric.
he clicked his tongue, sitting down next to her and taking her hand into his. it was his left arm, so he could still feel her. she swallowed the lump in her throat. that evening, when she discovered one of his secrets... the rawness of it all.
"sometimes, i wish you were always in pain."
as if he could hear her thoughts, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, as if to reassure her that he was here. physically present and not a spirit. it made her blood boil. it was hard to confront the frustration of emotional turmoil she had been through in such a short period of time.
"you need more rest. should i get something to help with it?" he looked like the first version of caleb here. sounded like him, too. now it was her turn to ruin the moment.
“what, are you going to drug me again?”
his fists balled. “you were sick. it was medicine.”
"did you touch me when i was out?" she didn't know where her sudden bravery came from, but it left him reeling, like she had pulled the rug out from under him.
"is that what you think? that your gege would do that?" he challenged.
"that doesn't answer my question."
he scoffed and doubled down, "you were sick."
“you’re sick, too. you’re a sick piece of shit who expects me to bleed out all my thoughts and feelings on the floor for you, while you get to avoid my questions.” she sat up quickly, a ringing in her ear beginning to buzz.
“pip—“ a crack echoed in the desolate room.
the imprint bloomed across his freckled cheek, the sudden realization that she had just struck him settled deep into her chest. her hand stung. his tongue poked through his cheek, a nasty grin unfurling.
“there’s something wrong with you, with us,” she swallowed “and i feel guilty for it. but i need you. i don’t want to be treated nicely. i want you to tear me apart until there’s nothing left. yours to wholly and completely ruin, because only my brother can do that for me.”
he groaned, the heavy weight of his palms gripping onto the fat of her ass. she hadn’t realized that she was straddling him until the contact was made. her world became dizzy and stars swirled around her. he was hard, the bulge of him pressing boldly into her clothed cunt.
“i... i wanted to die with you, b-bastard.” she confessed, her eyes welling up. her fist hit his chest again like it did earlier that day.
caleb felt a part of his soul leave, feeling like sin personified when his erection grew more at her grief. like he couldn’t believe that his mei mei loved and missed him so much that she couldn’t go on without him. the lull of her wet crotch against his didn’t have him thinking straight at all.
“my beautiful baby sister.” those were his last words before his lips were on hers, the kiss not like their first one. it was less rushed and more decisive, like they were dancing a waltz they had practiced before.
she had kissed her pillow many times at night, wondering how caleb liked to do it. was he more lips and less tongue? did he enjoy biting the bottom of her lip and tugging at it? would he spit in her mouth if she asked him to?
his hands roamed around the back of her neck and his thumbs pushed harshly against the underside of her jaw, hungry, sharp breaths inhaling. his kiss left little room for air— just pure, unadulterated lust powering them both through it. like they had built it up for a lifetime.
“this whole time,” he gasped onto her swollen mouth “i could have been kissing you. like this.”
he moaned into the depths of her, hips rocking against her as the saturated noises they made drowned the room. her hand went to his throat when they surfaced for air once more, pushing him onto his back. a curl graced the edge of his lips, smirking. the ghost of the brother he once was.
"you killed my caleb."
“wanna hit me again?” his tone had saccharine to it.
her cheeks felt hotter than the sun, toes curled inward at the suggestion. and by the looks of it, he wanted it. ached for it.
“i deserve it, right? to be punished. show me how much suffering you’ve gone through. take it out on me. i wanna feel it— your wrath.”
no, she thought, your torture is having to do this with me. with your sister. and you will never get to go back to what shred of normalcy you had left.
wordless, she crawled off of him slowly, hands creeping down, down, and down. his cock jumped at the small touch. planted onto her two feet, she watched him pant on the bed with arousal.
“keep your eyes on me, i want you to watch me get naked for you.” her voice shook and fingers trembled. he sat back onto his elbows, chest rising and falling with anticipation.
"they've never left you." his words were breathless and slightly rushed.
her shirt was the first to go, then her jean skirt. her underwear sat low on her hip bones, ready to be rolled off slowly and seductively. she made an effort that was sorely missed and looked a bit clumsy, but he couldn’t tell the difference. everything she did was mesmerizing and this was magic. pure sorcery.
“i’ve dreamed of this. of getting to have you exactly like this.” his voice shook as the clasp of her bra popped open. not from nervousness, but the unbearable amount of restraint he had to show.
the weight of her breasts caused them to drop suddenly, swearing she could hear an audible sigh of relief from caleb. she threw the garment to the ground. next, her fingers hooked into the hem of her panties, biting down so hard on her lip that it broke skin.
“it’s not my anger i want you to feel. i want you to feel how bad i need this. please.”
she was completely bare now, in all her glory. he wasn’t a gentleman either— had already begun to unzip himself with the intention of stroking to her. his shirt was off, sweat beading at his abdomen and dripping downwards like the rain outside. so this was what he looked like, hot and bothered.
“i know you’re mad. show me. quit this nonchalant act.” she pleaded, getting onto her knees. then she planted her hands onto the hardwood. his brows were furrowed into that displeased scowl he wore so often nowadays. a monster clawing at the bars, begging to be released.
she crawled, and he fell apart.
when she reached his feet, her saucer eyes blinked up at his looming figure. sweaty palms grabbed onto his thighs, and then his belt loop was being tugged at. like a predator watching its prey, she pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out.
god, he was everything she thought he would be. girthy and with considerable length, one that made her mouth water. his tip was the perfect shade of pink, glistening and burning red hot like a branding iron. a long, puffy vein sat on the underside, pulsating and feeding his dick the energy it needed to stand so proudly.
“it’s beautiful.” she sat in reverence, tongue mindlessly dipping out of her mouth.
“put your mouth on it.” he growled, every word like the bottom of a shoe hitting gravel.
before she did, she put her nose to it and inhaled. a long, continuous whimper resounded from her chest. he was so fucking hot. she could cum just by the smell of his cock through her nostrils. small, slow kisses poured from her mouth without thinking. she smelled and made out with his cock, his fists balled onto the sheets of the bed.
“are you mad?” she pondered for the millionth time.
“i am.” he bit out, then gripped the back of her head, shoving her face down onto his dick.
her gags came immediately, the foreign intrusion in her throat unwelcome. he didn’t give a shit either— just kept shoving her up and down onto him. she looked at him through webbed lashes, blinking rapidly as tears blotted her vision.
“you’re so fucking perfect, just like this. i’m mad that i didn’t do this sooner. you’re— shiiit— made for this cock, right? can you feel it?”
she tried to agree, only for her attempt to fall short. the world was a little more challenging when her mouth was busy sucking dick. he huffed a laugh at her, like it was funny. he tilted his head in amusement, praised her as she took him like a champ.
"good girl."
she felt bile threaten her existence, her shoulders tensing each time the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. he noticed, then decided to pull her off. not out of the kindness of his heart, but because he wanted to see her slobber dribble out onto his sopped dick.
she clawed for air, nails dragging in his thighs.
“hit yourself with it.”
“wha—“
he gripped her cheeks with one hand, squishing her face so hard it began to bruise under the pressure.
“i said,” he yanked her face impossibly closer “take my cock and hit yourself with it.”
she sputtered out more spit and gripped the base of him. the sensation was odd because she had never felt a penis before— not a hard one, and especially not a hard one hitting her cheekbone. it hurt surprisingly more than she expected, using a force he was satisfied with. she wouldn't go into this half-assed. she would make him proud.
"little masochist." he cooed, leaning back once more as he spectated her using his cock to smack herself.
she nodded, whacking herself further with it, precum spurting out into her eye. she flinched, then swiped her thumb over it, and sucked it into her mouth. something primordial erupted from caleb's chest.
"i want you... need to know what it's like, having my brother's cock inside me." there it was. her skeleton laid out for him, though it seemed pointless to confess it now. it was obvious.
he began to hyperventilate at that, like she had given permission somewhere within himself to surrender. this caleb was different than any other caleb's she had come to know. he had an insidious look to his gaze that shook her. one that said 'you're not getting out of this one. you're trapped'.
strong hands gripped her and lifted her up from the ground, pinning her underneath him. now, she was face down into the mattress, ass in the air and back arching inward. still as a statue, awaiting his command.
"do you know what you're asking for?" if she hadn't turned to look at him, she wouldn't have thought it was caleb talking.
"y-yes. and i know that it's wrong. i think... i think there's something wrong with me, caleb. i-i'm scared." she cried, pressing her hips back onto his slick cock. the tip prodded at her hole, and they both groaned.
"do you wanna know what i think? i think... i don't give a fuck what's right or wrong. and neither should you." he purred, leaning forward and gluing his fit chest to her back.
his mechanical arm snaked around her throat, tightening slightly. testing the waters. she could feel herself become increasingly more soaked, wriggling herself against his cock once more in impatience.
"it's always just been about us. i've never given thought to anything or anyone else. you're my life. the reason i'm still here. the reason why i came back." his breath came hot and heavy into her ear, teeth nibbling onto her lobe as he lined himself up to push inside.
"caleb..."
"can this tiny cunt take me in one go? that's all i fucking care about right now. and you should be worried if it'll hurt. i'm about to make you bleed, pips." she could hear the smirk in his words, whined at it.
he was perfect. she couldn't get over it.
"it's wet enough, though. be good and stay still for a second." he warned, whimpering as he began to nestle himself deep into her.
it was almost religious, the ritual of him pushing something forbidden inside the very depths of her. it burned like hell, and she wondered if anything could have matched the ecstasy she felt in that exact moment. god, caleb had been packing a much more dangerous weapon than his evol. she felt like a teen, rosy at the cheeks and wet around the ears. green to everything.
"h-holy shit..." her fists gripped the sheets in front of her, acutely aware of caleb's cock breaking her hymen.
for once, she had felt connected by blood with him. it broke her, the sudden comprehension of their act and just how much it meant to her. from now on, she wouldn't be the same girl she had looked at in the mirror. it filled her with a pride that made her chest puff out.
"gonna fuck the shit out of you, angel." he choked out, as if he were the one being placed in a headlock.
her hand gripped onto the arm that clamped down onto her throat, motioning him to press harder. act like you mean it.
so he did. an intake of air and then he was dragging the tip of his cock all the way out and then slamming in, his heavy balls clapping her from behind. she screamed and screamed, more, more, more.
his length was coated with her blood and all. it only made him need her more, to be so deep that he could get stuck and never leave. conjoined forever in this perverted way. he pulled them up into an upright position, rutting himself into her like a dog in heat.
his arm came undone from her throat, only for him to replace it with deft fingers, purple marks already stained across her delicate skin. he kissed down the slope of her shoulder, tongue flattening and tasting the salty taste of her. it made him want to bite, so he did.
"ah— caleb!" she yells, hands gripped onto his strong hips as they drove into her over and over.
he chuckled.
"i would say my name isn't a safeword, but it sounds so good when you cry it out like that... it makes me want to be a bad gege." she trailed her hand up to the side of his face and petted him, turning her head back to lock lips with him.
the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, both of them mostly breathing into the crevices of each other's mouths. his hands roamed and groped her chest, flicking and pinching her nipples in the process. couldn't decide where he wanted to touch her, so he settled for everywhere.
"m'gonna c-cum!" she wailed, walls squeezing down onto him when he raked his hands through her hairy mound and let his finger circle her clit.
"yeah? but it's not your first time, is it? cumming with my name on your lips."
she parted from him, a string of saliva still tethering them together.
"h-how—"
he took her in once more, slapping her across the face softly, as if he were just toying with her. she took his thumb into her mouth mindlessly and hollowed her cheeks. he hummed in approval.
"did you really think i didn't know?" something about his words made her believe that he knew everything, like she shouldn't press him any further about the subject. another secret.
the thought alone of him hearing, no, watching, without her knowledge made her walls crumble. she fell apart on him, the floodgates opening wide. she was loud and didn't hold back, riding the swell of her orgasm as he pounded into her cervix.
"pleasepleaseplease, cum inside me! fill me up with your cum, caleb. fucking need it so bad, i c-can't," he shoved his fingers inside her mouth, hushing her.
"shut up. i know. m'gonna give you what you need." he was so fucking mean, and it brought about her second orgasm, tasting herself on his fingers that had just been touching her.
when has he not, in actuality? he had always been attentive to all of her necessities since day one. now it was his sperm that she needed, and he had plenty to give. he would spend the rest of his life giving it to her if she so wished. for her, he was a boundless well and he wanted her to be selfish.
then, he was pulling out, the sudden emptiness creating a sense of panic inside her. she was about to complain until he flipped her over, throwing her onto her back and then shoving his soiled cock straight back into her. thrusting in and out like a machine without a master.
"need to see you, the face you make when i cum in this pussy." he explained, sounding like he was running a marathon.
he drank her in, captured every inch of her nakedness and the jiggling of her supple skin as he took her. memorized everything he could before letting his hot ropes of sperm shoot straight to her core, pinning both of her hands above her head as he did so.
"fuckfuckfuck, take it all, you perfect fucking slut."
he was too lost in his own bliss to care that she was sitting up and pushing him downward on the bed to straddle him once more. she bounced on top, making figure eights onto him as he milked himself completely into her. she chanted his name in a mantra, like she had somehow summoned her deceased brother and was now riding the cock of his ghost.
his hand came up to her cheek, stroking gently as if she were made of glass and he were a sledgehammer.
her hips came to a slow, wanting to feel the twitch of his cock inside her jelly walls. it felt so so good, and she didn't want to move off of it. she mindlessly murmured, falling forward and palms catching herself onto his toned abs.
a lazy smile, a genuine one, spread across his lips. he thrusted upward again, as if to silently tell her that he was still here and hard.
"shit, baby. m'gonna cum again. don't move." the smile was wiped off his face, concentration settling deep within the furrow of his brow.
she did as she was told, even if it were the hardest task in the world.
"so deep in that shit." he smacked her ass, then let out a sound she couldn't decipher from pleasure or pain. something inside her told her it was both, as it was for her. both of his hands were on her perky cheeks, spreading them and poking at her asshole with a wet finger.
"i have a lot of pent-up anger, y'know. this might take hours. days, even."
she sighed, posturing herself prettily for him.
"try me."
the words she couldn't say out loud? it didn't matter what he did to her. he could keep her here for eternity, right there in that god-forsaken bed. above the clouds, in that shitty place called skyhaven. he was a villain now, and maybe he always was. and if it made her the same as him, then so be it. she would be the bad guy, too.
for a moment, her sorrow didn’t reach her. and she was filled with every ounce of love she knew only he could give her.
i’m afraid of not being able to share a bed with my brother. i want to stay like this, forever.
a/n: i desperately wanted to write sad porn, idk if i succeeded...
I know it was gonna be good when the first line popped up 🙂↕️
Mamas, you really captured the sadness and porn together so well!!! You can feel exactly what mc is going through esp the grief of losing caleb and honestly WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THAT MORE. Imagine watching your brother blow up, believing hes gone for good and bam he suddenly appears in front of you (and gives you the nastiest kiss eva). That kind of loss doesnt just disappear, it wohld mess with your head and make you question everything whether the person standing there is really him, really her caleb or just someone who looks like him (love it that you added the therapy sesh).
My fave lines:
if he did, he did a hell of a job hiding it (just like everything else in life). maybe the life of a colonel fit him, she thought, seeing how classified his mind was. just as much as his missions into the deepspace tunnel were. it made her think that maybe the real tunnel was in his head— an endless space of darkness.
YOU ATE WITH THAT ENDLESS SPACE OF DARKNESS
“there’s something wrong with you, with us,” she swallowed “and i feel guilty for it. but i need you. i don’t want to be treated nicely. i want you to tear me apart until there’s nothing left. yours to wholly and completely ruin, because only my brother can do that for me.”
See, this is what i like. You understand so much how i want caleb to consume mc/me LIKE HIS LOVE IS DEVOTION REVERENT
caleb felt a part of his soul leave, feeling like sin personified when his erection grew more at her grief. like he couldn’t believe that his mei mei loved and missed him so much that she couldn’t go on without him. the lull of her wet crotch against his didn’t have him thinking straight at all.
Horny mf (endearingly)
“keep your eyes on me, i want you to watch me get naked for you.” her voice shook and fingers trembled. he sat back onto his elbows, chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“they've never left you." his words were breathless and slightly rushed.
This was so romantic and hot
"it's always just been about us. i've never given thought to anything or anyone else. you're my life. the reason i'm still here. the reason why i came back." his breath came hot and heavy into her ear, teeth nibbling onto her lobe as he lined himself up to push inside.
it was almost religious, the ritual of him pushing something forbidden inside the very depths of her. it burned like hell, and she wondered if anything could have matched the ecstasy she felt in that exact moment. god, caleb had been packing a much more dangerous weapon than his evol. she felt like a teen, rosy at the cheeks and wet around the ears. green to everything.
for once, she had felt connected by blood with him. it broke her, the sudden comprehension of their act and just how much it meant to her. from now on, she wouldn't be the same girl she had looked at in the mirror. it filled her with a pride that made her chest puff out.
AHHH I LOVE THIS LINE SM!!!! Its such a beautiful way of describing her losing her virginity without ever saying it outright
for her, he was a boundless well and he wanted her to be selfish.
cw: piss, pseudo-incest, mentions of the word ‘rape’
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“this is what you wanted, right?”
no amount of language could tell him yes the way she wanted to; only the sound of sloppy plaps his thrusts made against her ass could suffice. his heavy body pins her down at the corner of the mattress just right, fucking her while she’s flat on her stomach with drool pooling at her mouth.
if only he’d known his sister would be such a pliant whore for him, he’d have put his cock in her much sooner. but this would do, of course.
her incessant need for him is nagging until he’s hard enough to do something about it, to pin her down on any surface and just rape her pretty little body until she’s a writhing mess under his unbearable body mass.
and fuck, she’s just a siren when it comes down to it— and maybe it’s a good thing, now that he thinks about it, that he didn’t fuck her when gran was still around. that house had paper-thin walls, and he’s confident her cries would rattle them beyond repair. on the other hand, he doesn’t mind the idea of getting caught like this. his cock twitches inside of her at the thought of prying eyes. not so much the idea of his sister being put on display for mutts to jerk off to, but their unfathomable desire for each other for the universe to witness. the unbreakable bonds they forged long ago.
all he can hear is the blood rushing to his ears and her repetitive ‘yesyesyes’ that’s tumbling from her bruised lips.
he would do anything to stay like this, for a lifetime, just constantly knocking his fat dick into her womb and leaving a part of himself to fester there.
“yeeeah, you wanted this so bad, and like the spoiled brat you are, gege gives you whatever your heart desires. hah, shit, pathetic, right?” but he’s not really ashamed. just likes to pretend to for the sake of hearing her get off on it.
he’s rough when it counts, slapping her hand away from rubbing circles onto her clit and growling lowly at her. he fists her face down into the mattress, muffled sobs being consumed by cotton and springs. it’s exactly how she wants it, and he knows it all too well.
he cums deep inside and then lets himself urinate shortly after, the warm liquid pooling underneath them as it seeps out of their connection. her hips give rise to it, her tongue wagging out like a canine as he uses her as his personal toilet. her favorite part.
what did he do to deserve such a good girl like her? he’ll never grasp it, only knows that their souls are from the same source. the same star from which their ghosts were created. it’s soulmate shit, for sure, he thinks. even as he empties every disgusting fluid he can inside of that pretty, pink pussy, he knows he’s taking care of her— just like any good big brother would.
“god you’re such an angel, pips. i love you so much it hurts.”
there’s something addictive and tantalizing about seeing caleb sit in bed, just scrolling through his phone idly while stretching his arm behind his head.
his shirtless torso is like liquid gold in the warm lighting his nightstand lamp casts— only a pair of soft sweatpants covering him. dark hair is still damp from the shower he recently took and his feet bounce slightly from habit.
it’s like an invitation for her to come and crawl onto him, face nuzzling his muscly thighs. every part of him is just so fucking fit and attractive. a colonel in a different setting, only for her to witness. their little secret.
a content sigh escapes his lips, large palm going to pet the top of her scalp. his breath hitches when he feels her nose scrape intimately up the curve of his cock, the length already half hard from seeing her naked from her shower.
she massages it slowly with her hand, still rubbing her nose over it like a dog. her lips part instinctively, mouthing hotly over him.
“pip-squeak…” he hums, a half groan and half whine. like he can’t decide if he wants to punish her or submit.
“caleb.” she mocks back, eyes fluttering up to him as she slowly pulls the hem of his pants down. they glint with mischief the same way her tongue drags.
she only exposes the flushed tip, tongue poking out to collect the beads of pre-cum. he growls at the contact, fingers gripping her hair tightly and pulling with impatience.
“don’t tease. if you’re gonna start playing with this dick, you gotta commit, yeah?” he flashes a cocky grin followed by him shoving her further down onto his length.
caleb growls as his lips detach from her tit, as if it’s the greatest grievance in the universe. he slams his fist on the door in retaliation, the thud making her jump slightly.
“fuck off, go piss in a bush outside!” he barks back through the wooden barrier.
she can hear gideon grumble in annoyance as he walks away, surrendering to his lost battle for the bathroom.
her hand comes up to cup his face again, pulling him onto her lips once more. the kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, much like the alcohol running through their system.
she moans as his tongue circles around hers, hands gripping both of her breasts. her bra sits under them snuggly, her denim mini skirt pushed up, and her panties pulled to the side as his bulge presses into her core. she’s so wet she swears there's a swimming pool inside of her. the feeling is only magnified by the stupor of her drunkenness.
“caleb—“
“fuck, i know right? god, i wanna eat you.” he smiles onto her ruined lips, sucking on the bottom and pulling it.
“need you, need you everywhere— i can’t— mhmm!”
he’s already pushing her up onto the counter of the sink, the old cabinetry groaning under the weight as he gets onto his knees. he begins licking inward on her thigh, humming sweet nothings into her soft skin. she spreads herself further for him by instinct and her hands run through his already disheveled strands. his pupils are blown with immeasurable want. caleb dips his nose into her pussy, slowly dragging against it. greedy nostrils flare as he breathes her in.
“where? here? tell me.” his fingers open her lips in a v-shape, the flat of his tongue lying down thickly against her.
“hngh— yes! pleaseplease, right there, baby, please!” her words slur together in desperation, vision splitting so vividly that she swears there are two calebs in the room, both eating into her pussy.
he devours her like his life depends on it, as if there isn’t a raging d.a.a. party on the other side of the wall. the music shakes the room around them. the dingy dorm lights are buzzing and flickering.
“c’mon pips, wanna hear you scream my name.” he grins sluggishly at her as his fingers scissor into her, teeth nipping at her taut clit.
she yells out, nails clawing into his poor scalp as he continues his seek and destroy mission. he’s slurping her down like a holy grail, wagging his tongue up and down and side to side. his two fingers curl into her walls, long and thick as they begin to make a 'come here' motion.
“aw fuck, fuckfuckfuck, m’gonna cum caleb! cuuuming, i’m c— aaah!” her legs shake in seizure as she gushes all over his open mouth, as if he knew it was coming and was born prepared to catch every single drop.
“shit, so pretty. taste even prettier, pip-squeak.” he laps her up all nicely, fingers still pumping her through it.
“caaaleb. you’re so fucking hot, make me feel so good all the time, love you s’much…” she whines, rolling her hips.
he spits onto her spent cunt, then licks it back up again; revels in the sight of the whites of her eyes as he dives in once more.
Is it too soon to ask if you have any new RE9!Leon <-(idk if that's what the ! is 😩) hcs? Cause the only thing on my mind right now is doing it in his car and that thing where you have a character and then how they'd hold your hands/wrists during it and i need to know what one dilf Leon is
NO its not too soon, I've been staring at this mans thighs all fucking day...I've been brewing for this. Instead of a Head canon have a drabble that's been my thoughts all day!! Might be kind of shit tho lol Lemme know, it was off the top of my head!!
Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Light Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Thigh Riding, Dom! Leon, Drinking
RE9!Leon x Rookie!Afab!Reader
He knew the mission was important and so did you, but as you both sat in the room looking at nothing but images of infections, dead bodies and god knows what else. It was only natural for the two of you to grow board and restless. Being assigned to one of the agency's best agents was a stroke of luck on your side. His age had relaxed him, his stature was more chilled out compared to the others and at this point there was little that could phase him anymore. Except for the younger temptation that sat in front of him, perched on the corner of a chair listening intently to what he pointed out.
The drink burned as it slid down your throat, it was probably a bad idea to be drinking at this hour. You couldn't solve this case if you were drunk. Yet, as you became relaxed, you noticed more about the man in front of you. He offered you a lift home, a drive in the new Porsche he sported would be enough to drive any of the others jealous. However, when the drinks came out and the tipsiness settled it was clear neither of you would be leaving the safe room today. Your willingness to leave him in peace diminished the more time you spent together and by the looks of things he was also becoming reluctant at the idea of you leaving.
"You can stay the night, probably safer. I don't want crash the beauty in the garage," he grumbled, shifting in his chair once more. His legs spread further, spurring on less than work appropriate thoughts as you watched him. The trousers he wore tightened over his thighs, sculpted by hard work and pure survival making them look good enough to have a pretty girl perched upon them.
"Take a photo it will last longer," He teased, breaking your short day dream.
You felt your cheeks heat up, a flushing wave of embarrassment looming over you as you quickly looked at the liquid courage in your glass. "I don't know what you are talking about," You stuttered. It didn't matter at this point you were pulling yourself into a deeper hole of embarrassment, maybe if you stared at the floor enough it would swallow you up whole.
"What were you even thinking about?" He asked, his hands bringing the glass up towards his lips. You followed the movements of his Adams apple as he swallowed the liquid, the years of hardcore drinking stealing his nerves against the strength of the drink. "The mission-"
"And that involves my thighs? You're pretty but not dumb sweetheart you can come up with something better than that." He teased. You followed his movements like a cat would a laser. You almost reminded him of his younger years, so sweet and puppy like. Willing to fight for what's right.
He didn't want you to be crushed as he was, tainted with the blood and survivors guilt as innocent officers died around him yet again. Perhaps he had drank too much again because he found himself beckoning you to be tainted by himself before anything else, he tapped his lap for you to sit an offer you wouldn't refuse. Tempting you to enter his whirlpool of misery so maybe you would understand and offer him the sympathy he had been seeking for years.
It didn't take much for you to eagerly come to him, perching on his thigh like the good agent you were. Always doing as you were told.
"What do you need then?" He asked, his hands leaving the glass behind to hold your hips. Enjoying the feeling of his cock stirring awake for once, who knew all it took was a girl like you to perch on his lap. "Anything, Please Leon," You whimpered. His hands moved you first, starting a low grind against his thigh he so kindly tensed for you. The fabric of your jeans and underwear catching against your clit. Your hands gripped at his shoulders as you supported yourself.
Leon smirked as he felt you take control, easing yourself into a pace that made you feel good. "Good girl making yourself feel good on me, how long have you wanted to do this, then sweetheart?" Leon cooed, his hands grasping at your face lightly as he pulled you in closer. "Tell me love"
You hadn't imagined him to be so intoxicating this close, you only had the feeling of his cock beneath you as you shifted further into his lap and he had you weak. Unable to form words as the desire to cum in his lap took over. "So long, it feels so good, like I imagined" you whimpered, you head falling into his neck. You could feel his growing stubble against your cheeks as you hid yourself further. "Never knew I ended up with such a horny rookie, Could have used you to calm the mind instead of the drinks" He mumbled, his voice vibrating throughout his chest.
You could hear his breath hitch when you hit his cock, the pressure from his zipper growing and pressing against your clothed cunt. "Cum for me sweetheart" he asked, his voice low and commanding as he took a sip from his drink once more. He ignored your orgasm, in fear he would flood his trouser in cum, wanting to save it for a better use later on. You body arched away from him, the light catching the light sheen of sweat that decorated your face and body as it grew flushed with pleasure.
He offered you his drink when you looked at him again, his cock twitching as your arousal dampened the fabric that imprisoned it. His eyes darkened as you adjusted yourself, tempting fate with his impending orgasm. Your hips slow and teasing as his grip on your hips returned only tighter. "Stop fighting for once Leon, give in" You cooed, smirking when you felt his cock stiffen and the patch of your arousal grew as his cum mixed with it.
Maybe this mission wouldn't be so bad now you found a way to ease the tension.
caleb installs cameras at mc’s apartment. chaos ensues
❕cw: pseudo-incest, stalking, camera surveillance, blow job, face fucking, mentions of vomiting, degradation, mentions of period blood, mentions of piss | ao3 | wc 3.2k
it took caleb two months to meticulously execute his fucked up plan.
each week, he sported a flashlight between his teeth, unlocking her front door with the spare key she had given him and bypassing the alarm system. he did it at the odd hours of the night, knowing she’d be lost to the abyss of slumber.
there were six cameras in total, most of them placed in common household appliances. his most favorite one, however, was the bathroom one. he placed it in the smoke detector, a place where his watchful eye could see all of her.
it had a motion detection setting, always pinging him whenever she would walk into the room. he would watch everything and anything— none of it boring to him.
the first time he jerked himself off to her was when she urinated. his favorite thing was watching her take her time as she relieved herself. the sound of the stream hitting the water made his cock twitch violently, even more so when she would let out a sigh of relief.
and when she had her period, he was an animal. he would watch as if he life depended on it, cumming all over his palm as she pulled out the soiled tampon and replaced it with a new one. tampons that he had bought for her.
he was so fucking filthy and couldn’t care less. he saw it as devotion, not perversion. who else would worship her like this?
the first time caleb saw her naked, he had a hard time breathing. she was exactly as she should be: soft and beyond comprehension. aside from already knowing what she looked like in his big t-shirts and incredibly short shorts, caleb had never seen her bare. now, finally, he could see her for everything she was.
her figure was full and curvy. she had dimples in her lower back when she stood up straight. her ass was chubby, more than enough for his large palms to grab onto. and her hips? god, her hips could be squeezed like handlebars while he ripped into her from behind. could only imagine watching his fat cock disappear into that incredible ass of hers.
her bulbous breasts sat perfectly on her chest, the areola of her tits a pretty shade of brownish-pink. her nipples perked up whenever the steam began to drown out the room. only then would the camera begin to lose focus, and caleb couldn’t be any more furious.
he had to see more. needed to feel the weight of her thighs crush onto his head as she rode his mouth, fucking used him for her own pleasure. he would do anything to let his fingertips dance onto the cellulite, to press down and bruise that beautiful skin.
he needed to defile her, to watch her cheek bounce as he slapped his dick onto her face. he wanted to make her face red and lips swollen, wanted to have her eyes well up with tears as she begged for his cum. he would paint her with it if it were up to him.
he just had to press the tip of his cock onto those filled-out lips, to watch her press soft kisses onto the slit as beads of pre-cum dribbled out. he would smear it around like lipstick, telling her how gorgeous she looked that way.
the worst part? his pip-squeak probably thought so highly of him. like he was on the pedestal of all gege’s, as if he could never do wrong.
it was sick, really, how much it turned him on. underneath his facade, he wanted to see how betrayed she would look when she found out. how much she would hate him for being the one person she thought she could trust.
sometimes he would cry as he pumped himself into his fist. climaxing always tasted better with her name on his tongue mixed with salty tears. he'd whimper like a sick puppy, begging her ghost to feel him, to grasp just how much he wanted her to feel the warm cum drooling from his tip. needed her to feel how tangible his love could be.
he kept telling himself he was doing it out of respect, to keep himself from fucking up their already confusing relationship to one another. he didn't want to make matters worse, to have her question where they stood. and for a while, he thought he would be content with that.
but caleb is human, after all, despite some of him being made of metal. he had his limits, even broke past his military obedience.
so again, here he was, pushing beyond that barrier once more.
he knew she'd be gone at work, off for some brazen mission that he would no doubt hear extensively about when she called him later. he would be a good boy. he would listen while watching through the living room camera, how she would cross her legs so matter-of-factly on the couch. he would smile, fingertips grazing the monitor as if he could hold her.
he rummaged through her laundry, finding any pair of underwear he could use. there was only one criterion: it had to have the scent of her. had to be used.
she usually wore black undergarments, so it was easy enough for him to spot a pair with a familiar stain of discharge, the fluid acidic enough to bleach the fabric. he yearned to run his tongue over it.
he was quick to bring it to his nose, snuffing it with all his might.
"fuuuck." he hissed, eyes rolled so far back he could almost peek into his cranial.
his weight dipped the end of the bed as he got comfortable, undoing his buckle slowly as he covered his face with the garment. his hips couldn't help but slowly grind upward, into nothingness. the tightness of his jeans choked his cock so nicely, he almost considered keeping them on.
before he could pull them off, caleb heard the faint sound of mechanical clicking in the room. insignificant enough to the untrained ear, but loud enough for the one who had put it there. it was like second nature, the shuttering of camera lenses. his whole body had gone rigid, as if he had been turned to stone.
he knew he looked guilty as sin, sitting there with a tent in his pants and a fistful of her panties. he didn't even make the effort to move when he heard the sound of her apartment door unlock, waiting with a heavy heart as she made her way to him.
if he were going to be caught, he wouldn't shy away from his punishment. he deserved it. he splayed himself out, in all his glory. they said nothing as she padded in front of him. it was silent for a good minute before she decided to speak up.
"caleb. you know, i'm not a kid anymore. i know how technology works." was the first thing she hit him with, arms crossed behind her back as she leaned against her dresser in front of him.
his eyes perked up at her as she dangled her phone in front of him, the mirror image of them in the room staring back at him.
"you caught me, pips." he shrugged, a pathetic laugh following.
he leaned back onto the palms of his hands, bouncing one of his legs up and down in anticipation. she was brave enough to come this far. to lay herself out in plain terms, even going so far as to admit her own sins.
"... you don't seem very sorry." a soft tone with a curious look.
he bit his lip, an eyebrow lifting.
"i am." he lied.
"then why are you still hard?" she challenged, eyes trailing downward to his excruciating arousal.
he threw his head back as he exhaled.
"because i'm fucking awful." he choked out.
she lowered herself onto her knees in front of him, tying her hair back.
"y'know. you should really change your computer password. it's reeeal easy hacking into your shit, gege." her eyes have mischief written all over them,
"baby..."
her hands splay onto his muscled thighs, running further and further up teasingly.
"and i saw all those videos you saved. how many cameras were there again... three? no. five, right?"
"six."
her snarky act faltered a bit, the corner of her mouth twitching as he gripped onto her chin. he watched in amusement, as if her reaction was somewhat funny. in a way, it was. he had underestimated her own capabilities. it was making him even more horny.
"what are you doing right now?" he captured her chin with his index finger and thumb, yanking her closer to his face.
"you’re such a piece of shit. a fucking pervert. you should be treated as one, right?" she smiled at him, leaning forward to meet his lips with hers.
the kiss was slow. both of them paused at the feeling, savoring the pure contact. caleb was the first to move, lips devouring onto hers with a passion he couldn't contain. her moans were swallowed down into his sternum, spit and everything.
their first kiss. under these circumstances? he swallowed thickly into her, drinking everything she offered. soft lips danced with chapped, gentle noises of pleasure tickling his ears. she felt better and more.
she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth as they pulled apart to look into each other's eyes. he leaned forward to press another kiss, his tongue swiping her lips for one last taste before he would ruin her.
"don't take it back." he whispered against her skin, fingers brushing down her cheek.
she shook her head.
before he could get anything else out, she pushed him back onto his palms, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. she licked her lips in hunger as she watched it stand up proudly, pre-cum oozing. her eyes felt like a thousand needles as she took him in, taking mental note of each vein and twitch of his manhood. she wanted to sear it into her mind, to never forget even the tiniest of details.
"...wanna taste it." she moaned, fingers grasping onto his thighs once more.
contrary to her boldness, she was still sitting in front of caleb and his nakedness. there was some trepidation to be had. his size was impressive, standing at least eight and a half inches, his tip sticky and blushing with vigor for her.
he felt her hesitation, thirsted for it, like a beast letting loose from his cage. he tried to keep himself composed but it was difficult when his little sister sat in front of him, practically foaming at the mouth for his dick. he would have to at least let out an exasperated laugh.
"don't get all shy on me now, pips. put your mouth on it." he snarked, grinning wide like a chesire cat.
she gulped visibly, rolling her eyes in the process.
"shut up. you're the one at fault here, remember?"
he hummed, grabbing the base of his cock and waving it around in the air. she crawled closer, lips only centimeters away from him. he could feel the hotness of her breath touch his skin, a long grunt exuding from him.
"show me that tongue."
she obliged, letting her wet muscle protrude and flatten. she sat there patiently as he tapped the tip of his cock onto it, knocking for entry.
"mhmm. so small, baby. think you can handle this?" he cocked his head to the side, breathing heavily as she closed her lips around him.
such a fucking bastard, she thought.
he moaned as her mouth sank down onto him, cheeks hollowing and eyes staring at him. he nodded, as if to encourage her to keep going. she repeated the process, going too slow for his liking. still, she had the technique down. she coated him with copious amounts of spit, wet sounds drowning the room around them.
"fuck. you're meant to suck this cock." he mused, feeling her palms sweat seep through his pants.
god, she was so cute like this. nervous yet trying to take the lead. he would play into it as much as he could, but her monster wasn't as vicious as his.
fuck it.
he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her off of him. she yelped in surprise, eyes bulging as he stood up in front of her.
"i'm sorry, baby. this'll hurt." is all he spoke before prying her mouth back open and slamming himself into her.
she gagged harshly, screaming onto his length. he bucked his hips violently for the first push into her, the fat tip of his dick kissing the back of her throat. tears welled up in her eyes as he began pounding into her, her gags sounding deadly close to throwing up.
"yeah, just like that. take this shit like that, pips. feel my cock in your tiny fucking throat, you little cockslut. this is what you wanted, right? to choke on me? say it." he pulled himself out for her to respond, the release anguishing.
she had a small coughing fit, nodding and panting as saliva dripped down her mouth and onto the hardwood floor.
"y-yes— i want it! wanna choke on gege's cock!"
"tell me you're a fucking slut."
"i-i'm a slut— ngh!" she was cut off immediately by his cock spearing itself back into her mouth, balls clapping against her chin.
"yeeeah you fuckin' are. you've never sucked cock like this before, right baby? and you never will. only gonna suck me for the rest of your life. gonna live off of this dick and my dick alone."
she tried to respond, tried to agree with him as he fucked himself into her face but he only laughed. the sounds of her not being able to keep up with him sent him into a frenzy, one he might never come out of.
"shut up. m'using this mouth right now." he slapped her across the face, letting out a long groan of ecstasy as she moaned onto his cock.
she was full-on crying now, tears crashing all around her. he savored it, needed to have more. he was living his fucking fantasy.
"ha, you say i'm the perv but look at how well you take big brother's cock, pips. god, you're a fucking dream come true. just knew you'd look so good like this, been watching you and thinking about it for months. you beautiful fucking girl. god dammit, ugh—"
she whimpered around him, pussy throbbing and pulsing with an arousal she had never felt in her life before. she would give anything to have his dick inside of her, just fucking the life force out of her.
his orgasm closed in around him like a plague, the familiar feeling knotting up in his stomach. he yanked his shirt off over his head quickly, the sudden heat of climax overtaking his sensations. she melted at the sight, his tanned muscles contorting as he hyperventilated and his abdomen tightening with each forward push of his hips.
the inexplicable feeling of her wet, hot mouth enveloping him was everything and more. and god, did she look good doing it. whatever he had imagined before couldn't even compare to the sick reality of it. the image of his thick cock pumping in and out of her mouth will have him reeling for days. maybe even a lifetime.
the thought alone made him coil on the inside. he was going to cum, and fast.
"m'gonna cum in this pretty mouth, baby. n'you're gonna swallow every single fucking drop." he demanded her, petting the top of her head sweetly.
she nodded and tried to talk again, but failed completely. she felt his cock build itself up for release, could feel the veins pumping every ounce of blood it could. his hardness only made his thrusting hurt more, bile rising in her throat. she was scared, so worried that she might ruin everything and vomit all over him.
her nails dug into the back of his thick thighs, clinging for whatever sanity she could as his grunts turned into long whines. she stared up at him in plea, begging him to cum quickly, not knowing how much longer she could take the abuse in her throat.
"shit, baby girl, cumming— i'm fucking cumming— hah! gonna cum so god damn deep it's gonna be in your stomach for fucking days. ah fuuuck..."
she felt his cock sputter into her esophagus, warm ropes of cum coating her in waves as he slammed himself into her with finality. he held her face snuggly onto his pubic hairs, bottoming his cock out completely in her mouth as he cooed at her. she was sobbing, eyes red and nose snotty.
"hold it. hold it. it's okay, just take it. such a good little girl. my baby girl."
she squeezed her eyes shut to focus on breathing, but to no avail. she was going to get sick. as if he could tell, he pulled out of her immediately, keeping her chin in the palm of his hand as she gasped for air. cum dribbled around the corners of her mouth, and he snarled.
"i told you to swallow it. fucking swallow it."
she couldn't even think straight, but her tongue darted out in obedience anyway, savoring his salty sperm. he swiped his thumb across her cheek in praise, stroking his cock a few more times, growing hard once more. her mouth opened for him, letting him check to make sure she did as she was told. when he was satisfied, he patted her cheek.
she sighed, relaxing herself and falling back onto her ass. her face was wrecked to hell, lips swollen and pink. she was stunning. they stared at each other for what seemed like ages; the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
"this is a wellness check, pips." he smirked, sitting back onto the bed.
she huffed out a pathetic laugh, as if she couldn't believe what just took place.
"need you to fuck me." her voice was hoarse, but enough to get the point across.
his evol wrapped around her like second nature, pulling her on top of him with practice. she hugged him tightly, much to his surprise, then pulled back to cup his face in her small palm. he breathed in her scent, planting a kiss into the center of her hand. his hand clasped onto the back of hers, thumb running over her knuckles.
"no more watching. no more games." she muttered, rubbing her core onto his lap.
he would still watch, however. it would be on repeat for days until he could get his hands on her again and again and again. he would be transparent about it, seeing as she could play his game, too. he chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"m'sorry. i can't promise that. i'm just a creep, remember?" a pervert.
she rolled her hips along with her eyes. he growled, his hand darting for her hip and digging deep into the plush of her skin.
"then fuck me like one." now that, he could do.
a/n: this took way too long to write and finally click post on gollyyy!! as always, thanks for reading! i'm trying to get back into writing longer fics, but damn, i love doing my lil drabbles xx
This is literally all of your kinks combined vesta and im devouring it. Also when you described mc’s body and features. Caleb wasnt the only one that was hard. Me too 😼
the way her lips stretch out and expand to show her teeth just right always makes his heart warm. she even has an uneven dimple on the left corner of her cheek when she gives him the gummiest grin. it's why he can't help himself even now, seeing her on her knees and begging for him to fuck her mouth. his hand has already been working on his shaft, his climax nearing.
he lets his thumb drag along her bottom lip, pushing into the plush of it and exposing her bottom row of teeth.
"smile for me, pips. reeeal big. good girl." he loves how pliant she is for him, loves that she'll do it if it means a lot to him.
he wouldn't ask if it didn't.
"such pretty teeth, baby. wanna cum all over 'em." he coos, gripping onto his cock as he feels himself about to release.
her chest is heavy with anticipation, a breathy laugh rushing from her lungs as she grins for him. she's not even faking it, every inch of it being genuine. her joy is overwhelming as she silently begs for him to empty himself onto her.
"fuck, baby, here it comes. shiiit..." thick semen pumps out of his tip and spurts all over her lips and teeth.
she leans forward to accommodate him, trying hard to catch all of it. he grips onto the back of her head harshly and yanks her even closer, tapping his pink tip onto her teeth, the stickiness of his release coating her enamel. he rubs it along her top row, then her bottom. the slit of his cock is sensitive with each drag as it explores the corners of her mouth.
"you like using gege's cock as a toothbrush?" he purrs, poking her dimple.
she nods frantically, hands going to grip his muscled thighs.
he hopes to be the cavity that grows in her back molar. wants to penetrate every fiber of her being, good or bad.
it's been her biggest fantasy, to be frank. just watching him relieve himself is enough to get her roused. watching as he only pulls his boxers down enough for his cock to poke out, gripping it firmly as he lets go. and when he’s finishing— god— he shakes it around and lets whatever’s left to drip into the toilet bowl.
she feels heat creep into her cheeks— there. she's said it.
she stares at him with her big, doe eyes. is this innocent enough for him? maybe if she blinks a few times, bats her eyelashes, something, anything, he won't think she's crazy for what she said.
"—what?" he doesn't even know if he can stand, his knees bucking, abdomen tightening.
“want you to piss on me, caleb. fuck i need it so bad— just wanna try it, please?" she pulls him closely, eyebrows bowing in desperation.
how can he say no to his baby? especially when she looks so beautiful like this, already on her knees on the slick bathroom tiles, mouth open as if to say "aim here".
fuck. it's vile, obscene, horrendous... anything but pure.
"you’re serious, huh?" he mutters, feeling that familiar rise of nature stir in his bladder.
he's pretty much got a full hard-on now, gripping the base of his cock and smearing pre-cum onto her cheek. she has a lazy smile on her face, tongue drooping out in expectation. he grips her chin with his free hand, running his thumb over it softly.
"tell me to stop if something's wrong." he says sternly, but she’s not even really listening.
her mouth waters at the sight of his dick bobbing in front of her, his tip red and sticky from his arousal. he lets out a shaky moan as she fondles his balls with one hand and strokes her tits with the other, trying to look real nice and pretty for him. as a reward, he taps his mushroom tip onto the flat of her tongue a few times, groaning in ecstasy at the feeling.
then, it hits him like a tidal wave, slow but then turning into a fountain as he pisses into her mouth. it makes her flinch slightly at the suddeness of it all. she moans long and hard, gurgling his urine as it collects into her mouth, letting it overflow and drip down onto her tits and the ground beneath them. the sensation is warm and it makes her core throb with a desire she didn’t know she could achieve.
caleb can’t even feel his own body— can’t believe the atrocity he’s committing against her as he defiles her entirely. and the sick part is that it’s so fucking unbelievably hot.
she’s enjoying it way too much, almost as much as he is.
“god dammit you’re so— look at you. oh my god. look so good with my piss all over you— inside that filthy fuckin’ mouth.” he can hardly put together a coherent thought as he finishes using her.
her stomach flips as he follows his usual routine of wiggling his tip to empty himself completely, small droplets spraying across her face in the process. he smacks her cheek a few times with his cock, the sound wet and lewd.
“caleb—“
he doesn’t let her finish as he shoves himself into her mouth, gagging her with the tip as it pushes past the threshold. caleb fucks her face without a trace of remorse— that all too familiar darkness clouding his gaze.
“such a fucking pervert, aren’t you pips? just been dying for me to mark all over you, right? god, you’re my perfect little slut.”
his words heat her cheeks beyond the temperature of the fucking sun. she nods as he charges into her, moaning out a guttural “uh-huh”.
“shiiit— i knew it all along. knew how much you liked watching me piss, like a freak. now you’re gonna suck this dirty cock and clean me up like a good girl.”
caleb x reader (afab!) | MDNI 🔞 | Idols au | twt thread 🧵 | cw: choking | cw: pseudocest | cw: p in v | exhibitionism bc he loves to be seen being batshit crazy for you.
Caleb would be insufferable to have under an entertainment company ✨️
Gets invited on a radio show. The host, all smiles: “So Caleb, what’s your type?” Without blinking, Caleb goes, “Someone like my sister” The host freezes. Fans do damage control by calling it “a cute moment.”
Imagine how many theories these two would have as well, threads analyzing why Caleb has silver glitter on his lips and neck only while you have it on riskier places. Fans not missing his intense gaze as you meet eyes on stage. It gets to the point fans have a ship name for them
Caleb would definitely play into it even MORE by giving "fanservice" like actually flirting with you on soundchecks, at award shows, on variety shows "Can I mess you up a little more? Please?" As he puts paint on your cheek during what is supposed to be an innocent workshop
Of course everyone believes it's just part of a "show" a "role" you both play into for clicks and viral bait. But that's exactly what Caleb likes, the fact that he's so open about it no one bats an eye, so he leaves hickeys on your neck and legs, claiming you. Messing you up.
Touching you in ways a brother wouldn't, kissing you so close to your lips it makes the staff gasp, all this under the gaze of a thousand cameras. He loves that everyone sees just enough to wonder, and only you know how real it actually is.
Enjoying the thrill of keeping it their dirty little secret as u fuck on the manager's office between schedules. Your panties ruined and throat sore, but it's fine, today u only have dance practice. Caleb worries about it too much for someone that made u swallow it all secs ago.
And you’re no better. In interviews, when they ask how you got over stage fright, you smile: “Oh, Caleb made me practice in front of a mirror until I got used to it.” Weird? Maybe. Outlandish? Not enough for anyone to question it. He's beside you smiling as well.
Mirrors, after all, are his favorite prop. The first times he made sure you were spread open in front of it, whispering the filthiest words in your ear, not allowing you to move your hands at all, to relieve the burn. Not until he said so. It did get rid of your stage fright.
That’s why, when his hand lingers a little too long or his breath brushes your jaw, u don’t even flinch anymore. He’s proud of how easily u play along now, perfectly composed, even when every eye in the room is on you. That need, the exhibitionism, it all makes his heart race.
And whenever ur teasing goes too far on stage giving him a semi, Caleb is flushed, breathless, pretending it’s nothing. He barely makes it to the makeup room. You follow, laughing under your breath, and for a moment the whole backstage seems to hold its own secret
You both know better. Yet the makeup room door stays unlocked. Caleb drags you towards the vanity desk after you try to escape, shutting down your laughter through heated kisses, roaming hands and murmured begging. "Please? I can't hold back any longer" glitter covers your skin.
He freezes when the voices outside grow louder. You tug him closer by his collar, and his breath stumbles against your skin. The air shifts, too close, too warm, everything disappears the noise, the lights, the world beyond that unlocked door.
Settling his hands on your thighs, pulling one up around his waist so the space between you disappears, lace panties hang from your ankle, moans get louder, air thick with a quiet rhythm only the two of you understand. Makeup falls to the floor, Caleb holds your neck it makes your head tip back, exposing your neck more for him, and Caleb leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then jaw, brushing them on your throat before tightening his hold.
Your fingers tangle in his hair trying to breathe as he pushes in slowly, kissing your forehead. “God, you're so tight baby.”
The slick sounds of your fucking are filthy, an obscene symphony that has you so consumed you're moaning his name over and over.
The kind of sounds that blur the line between acting and something real, pushing into forbidden territory to anyone listening.
"You always have to—provoke me, don't you?" you answer in gasps, fingers grappling at the fabric covering his broad back.
His hand applies more pressure on your neck as his hips move faster.The pleasure is so overwhelming it makes your eyes roll back, tugging at his hair when your climax crashes.
"Look at me" Caleb says, it's that tone again, the he uses for subordinates. You turn towards him.
"You love this right?" You nod so fast, he grins, mirth in his eyes "Yeah I know you do, you love it" his grip on your hips gets bruising, still deep inside, hitting every nerve, your back arching. His lips brushing over yours.
"You love to be fucked by your brother."
"Caleb! C-mm—" You cry for one final time as another orgasm crashes over you, shattering your mind. Your body trembles wracked by his pace, it's the most intense orgasm you’ve had.
"Look how perfectly we fit"
His hips start losing rythm, followed by a series of grunts and moans, he's close, you know all his tells, so you press kisses on his neck, nails digging deep into his back.
The doorknob twists, Caleb turns when you gasp softly, leaning over, his broad body covering yours.
The voices outside say something about checking the screens, it makes whoever was about to go inside stop, and walk away.
When he tries to pull out your legs tighten around him, "Keep, its fine, do it inside, please do it inside" Caleb's breath hitches, pupils blown wide.
The moan you give when he agrees makes him shudder. Hi s lips finding yours again, hips flush with yours, shooting hot thick ropes buried deep inside you.
When your kissing stops his eyes are warm again, a hand brushing your neck softly, checking for marks, asking if it hurts.
It still startles you, the speed of his transformations. A heartbeat ago his fingers were at your throat; now they hover with trembling care, his voice soft, apologetic, as if concern could erase the memory of pressure.
A slow, shivering smile spreads across your face, heat rising to your cheeks as you shift upright. Remnants of him cling to your skin, tracing paths down your thighs, silver glitter scattering like the quiet aftermath scattered everywhere, glinting like tiny, intimate stars.
It always goes like that with you two, your manager already aware and grateful the paycheck is so fat he can't bring himself to speak the truth, or care about it enough.
Caleb’s fingers trace the line of your back, careful, hidden from the camera’s angle. You fight the urge to shiver, as the host drones on, oblivious. But Caleb can already see it in your eyes, the dazed, unreachable look that says you aren't listening to them at all.
So he keeps the host entertained just enough, glancing your way now and then, including you with subtle cues, a tilt of the head, a question that needs only a yes or no. You smile and nod, playing along.
When his fingers slip lower, you clench your legs together.
🎤✨️
A/N: This started as a silly thread on twt after I got horny watching the trailer for the idol banner at my friends fcking birthday party, mind you I was 2 cigs in i dont remember how many vodka shots.
So keep that me in your mind as you read this mess lol.
caleb can’t decide which hole he wants to give the most attention to.
he’s been switching between the two, fucking her hard in her pretty little asshole and then her sweet pussy. each time he pulls out and pushes in sends her closer to the edge, face burying into the couch as he fucks her senseless.
“shiiit, baby, my dick just can’t get enough of your pretty little fuck holes. need to be in them, both at once. need to fill up every fucking centimeter of you with this cum.”
she’s crying out in retaliation, pathetic whimpers jumping out of her chest each time he smacks into her, balls swinging heavily and hitting her thighs.
“mmhm— caleb, no, baby— m’ gonna get pregnant… can’t cum inside…”
he laughs out loud, banging the shit out of her pussy now. he smacks her ass harshly and spreads her cheeks with his harsh grip, moving her up and down on him like a pornstar.
“no? cuuute.” he feigns concern at her, eyes darkening at her as she looks back at him.
her mouth is wide open with her tongue sticking out, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she can’t even hide her complexion from him. knows she wants this— fuck that, needs this.
“m’gonna empty myself in your perfect little anus first, then your pussy next. gonna have so much of this fucking cum you’ll be leaking for days, pips. how’s that sound?”
“yesyesyes— please fucking make me full of your cum, caleb, pleasepleaseplease—“
his dick pops out of her cunt lewdly, then shoves it back into her tight ass. she screams out,
“hah— that’s my girl. there she is. that’s my big ol’ fucking cum slut— take this fucking cum you filthy fuckin’ whore— fuuuck, baby…” he’s unloading himself immediately, growling into her ear as he falls forward and snaps his hips into her.
she’s bouncing back onto his hardness as she feels his cum shoot down her anus, lips trembling. his hand runs down her back, kissing down the length of her neck.
“need to fill up my pussy too. tell me she’s mine. c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”
she’s completely broken as he pulls out and traces his tip to her asshole to her slit, slowly pushing himself into her cunny.
“s’all yours, this pussy is yours. fucking own this pussy, caleb— god fucking dammit! feels— so— good…” her hair is being yanked back as he forces her neck to bend at an angle.
“look at me while i breed my pussy.” he gives her a devilish smile, eyes heavy lidded.
she’s vibrating the whole room with her cries as she cums onto his cock, milking him for everything he's got as he empties himself once more.
“nghhh— caleeeb!” shes crying tears as they watch each other come apart, his thumb swiping her cheek to catch them.
“good girl. you’re so beautiful. keep taking this cum, sweetie. you’re almost there. been so good. i love you, pip-squeak.”
“i love you, fuck, i love you s’much!” she rides their highs, kissing the heel of his palm as he cups her face.
no matter how crazy and heated it got in bed, caleb would always come back to himself. to her.
"ngh— cal-eb... mhmph!" she's panting against his mouth as he pins her against the wall of his office, the sound of the fleet humming around them.
he's too busy kissing down her neck, his gloved hands trailing slowly down her chest as he unbuttons her blouse. he's humming like he understands, like he's actually listening to her (he's definitely not).
his rips open the front of her shirt, her breasts popping out of her bra as he pulls it down to release them. he moans at the sight of them falling out of their constraints, his lips immediately attacking the sensitive skin.
her fingers are weaving into his ebony strands, tugging and pulling as he sucks and swirls his tongue over her tits. he stares up at her through jaded eyes, his eyebrows sharp and furrowed.
"f-fuck, caleb, please, do something— anything. i'm dying here—" she grips his hand to cup her sopping wet cunt through her underwear under her skirt, grinding into his hold. he smirks as he rubs the heel of his palm against her folds.
"shit, baby. all for me?" he mocks, massaging one tit in his free hand.
she nods, head hitting the wall behind her in frustration.
"fuck me, please, caleb, need it so bad, pleasepleaseplease—"
he chuckles, suddenly turning her around and guiding her to the large window that overlooks the fleet's runway, crewmembers and subordinates bustling about their duties. he slams her against the glass, her chest smooshing against the cool surface.
she yelps in surprise, almost cumming on the spot when he uses his foot to kick hers, spreading her legs apart for him. his hands immediately go to lift her skirt over her ass, pulling her underwear down.
"ca-caleb! everyone is going to see—"
the first smack onto her cheeks makes her jolt against the window, a shiver running down her spine. she leans into it, feeling the imprint of his abuse blossom onto her skin.
"impatient sluts get punished." he smacks her ass again, his hit landing harder than the last.
she cries out, her face resting onto the glass in front of her. she can't help but look down at the people below her, wondering if at some point someone will see her. she clenches at the thought, a moan slipping through her lips as she feels caleb's gloved fingers slip inside her.
"you wanna get fucked?" he pries, voice heavy and low against her ear as he nibbles on her lobe, pumping his long fingers in and out in a devastatingly slow pace.
she whines, mumbling.
he grips her throat with his other hand, pushing her cheek hard against the window.
"use your fucking words." he growls, using more force with his fingers and sliding in a third digit.
"yes! wanna get fucked so bad, please, baby, please fuck me!"
he kisses her neck again, his fingers retracting from her pussy and undoing his belt. the sound of it unclasping has her gasping for air, palms sweaty and sliding onto the glass as she waits impatiently for his cock to intrude her.
he pulls himself out and smacks his dick against her wet folds, prodding her with his tip teasingly and then pushing himself in all in one go. she screams out as he doesn't even give her a moment to adjust, just begins pounding the everloving shit out of her for everyone to see and hear.
he grips her hair and yanks on it, her neck crooking back as he thrusts against her like his life depends on it. he's groaning almost as loud as her, the sound of their skin thwopping almost as loud as the chatter outside his door.
"f-fuck, yes, just like that, fuck me just like that!" her voice cracks with each apex of his thrusts, her legs beginning to feel like jelly.
"god, look at you taking this like the good little bitch you are, pips. you want people to see you like this, don't you? fucking squeezing the shit out of me— hah!" he's panting like he's gonna cum soon, his cock twitching out of instinct with each time she clamps down onto him.
she's moaning so loud caleb can't help but laugh, breathy huffs coming in between his own moans.
"everybody's gonna know that you're mine— that you can take the colonel's dick like a fucking champ. gonna make sure they know, baby. you won't be able to walk out of here straight." he's rambling, pulling onto her hair again as he twists it more and reigns her in.
"look at me. tell me how much you love this dick." he whispers over her mouth, her eyes rolling back as he grips onto her face harshly.
"i fucking love your big fucking dick, caleb— m'gonna cum so hard, right in front of everyone, cause i'm your fucking— aah!— your whore!"
he smashes his lips onto hers, tongue slipping inside her mouth and licking around feverishly. the kiss is sloppy and almost as loud as their skin clapping together, her climax hitting her as soon as he bites her bottom lip and tugs on it.
he whines as her ring strains his cock, his balls tightening with arousal as his own orgasm crashes into him like a ton of bricks. he's letting out a long groan as he pumps his sperm inside of her, painting her white.
"shiiit, honey. such a good girl for this, like you were made to take all of my cum." he muses, words melting on her lips in between kisses.
"yesyesyes, need every single drop, please, caleb, fill me up, oh my god!" she's twitching under his body, her orgasm drawing out with overstimulation with each push and pull.
"let everyone see how pretty you look getting bred by this dick."
like he gives the vibe of wanting to bag you and he thinks he's flirting but he doesn't realise how sleazy he sounds and when you blatantly ignore his flirting attempts he stands there like “??? what did i do wrong” but then doesn't have the capacity for pattern recognition and just tries again the next time.
and he doesn't know every time he tries to flirt with you, the moment the one-sided interaction ends you take out your phone to text your friend.
[you]: bruh this guy won’t leave me the fuckkk aloneee
[zenin]: who?
[you]: the fukn muscly guy with pink hair and fukn fullscape paper lines across his body.
[zenin]: LMFAAOOOOO U MEAN SUKUNA???
[you]: thats sukuna?! bruughhh he keeps coming up to me n sayin some stupid shit idek. everytime we have class hes always up in my face i tune him out the second i see him come my direction.
[zenin]: maybe hes into u 👀
[you]: bro why me!! im like the quietest person in class, i sit at the back and mind my business.
[zenin]: maybe hes into the quiet types (ﾟωﾟ)
[you]: mann i dont even wna deal with it. meet me at the student lounge in 10?
you react with a heart to zenin’s reply, tucking your phone back into your pocket. as youre walking down to the student lounge, you feel a presence behind you but you keep walking. until the heat becomes closer and closer. you halt and turn around.
fucking sukuna.
comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3 thank youu mwahh
caleb is a vampire. mc just wants to be with him forever.
❕cw: vampirism, bloodplay, gore, biting
she jolts out of her nightmare when she feels cold arms wrap around her lower waist, cooing and quiet breaths being blown onto her forehead.
“caleb…” she croaks out, voice cracking from exhaustion.
she pries her eyes open to look at the man in front of her, his eyes glowing purple in the darkness around them. he smiles softly, his fangs poking out of the corners of his top lip. he wastes no time pulling her into a chaste kiss, then presses their foreheads together. his palm grasps the back of her head, petting her silky hair in rhythm to her lungs inhaling then expelling air. he rubs his nose against hers, eyes gleaming.
“could hear you hyperventilating from miles away, pips.” he whispers, voice soothing as soon as it rings in her ears.
she bites her lip, eyes welling up with salty tears.
his brows furrow, thumb coming to wipe away her waterworks.
“it’s the same dream… over and over,” she starts, “i grow old and die. and you… y-you’re still here… alone. fucking alone, caleb.”
he exhales onto her knuckles as he brings her hand up to his lips, grazing over them like a ghost. he has to think carefully before saying whatever he can conjure up next.
she doesn’t even give him the luxury, though, swooping in and kissing his neck fervently and sloppily. she’s licking a trail downward, leg hooking over his as she presses her heat onto him. he growls into the touch, hands gripping her wrists and pinning them above her as he flips himself on top of her. she yelps in surprise, cheeks flushing. he tries to read into her gaze, to get anything useful out of it.
it’s no use, she’s locked him out of her head.
“you’re too young to be having prophecies about your death.” he half-jokes, his lip curling.
she grumbles in retaliation.
“side effect of having a vampire boyfriend.”
he stiffens at the words, grip on her wrists not letting up. he watches her regret wash over her face in real time. he moves forward over her, fingers tracing down her neck as he listens to her pulse quicken under his touch.
“—and you would be ready, right here... right now?” he asks, not even having to allude to what he meant. he lets his fangs graze lightly onto her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
she swallows thickly, nodding and screwing her eyes shut to prepare for what may come next.
yet, it never came.
he sucks down instead, tongue swirling and bruising the skin. he does it again, then lifts to pull the skin until it can’t stretch any further, popping out of his mouth. she moans involuntarily at the feeling, hips rising to meet his crotch. he moves to pin her further down into the mattress, eyes sharp and looming.
“stop.” he commands, words cutting through her like a razor.
“caleb.” she whines, bucking her hips again to test the waters.
he takes his free hand and grips her chin tightly, yanking it up towards his gaze.
“i’m going to hurt you if you keep that up.”
she smirks as he runs his thumb over her bottom lip, her lips catching onto the tip of it and sucking it into her mouth. she makes a show of it, moving up and down on his finger with a look of unbridled desire. he can’t even bring himself to move away, his whole body going into shock as his girlfriend sucks his thumb like she would his cock.
he’s already losing this battle.
“i want you.” she purrs, grabbing his hand from her mouth and moving it to the waistband of her underwear.
he feels her guide his hand down into her garments, feeling the soft plush of her pubic hairs twirl around his fingers, then he feels it; she's soaking wet with hot slick, her clit hard and taut against his fingertips.
he grunts in what sounds like excruciating pain, freezing in slight panic.
"fuck, baby. god— dammit. i can't. you know i can't. it'll be too much for you—" he confesses, voice growing in volume.
she shakes her head, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes once more. she's cupping his cheek with the hand he once had pinned, stroking his stone-cold face in soothing circles.
"please, caleb, please. just turn me. just do it. i want— no, i need to be with you. y-you don't understand— i can't—" she's sobbing, rutting into his fingers that are still as a rock in between her folds, breath hitching with each sensation.
it's taking everything in him to not shatter, to not lose his shit on her.
"dammit, pips, i'm trying to not fucking hurt you here— don't you fucking get it?" he curses, shaking his head as he feels the veins under his eyes begin to bulge out in hunger.
he knows he's close to almost losing himself. if he had a working heart, it would have been racing.
she's trembling under his touch, eyes full of a desperation he wishes he would never see. he dreaded this with all his being.
"turn me and you won't hurt me—"
"no."
"caleb—!"
"i said no!" he barks, fingers gripping onto her throat, razor-sharp nails protruding in his hunger state.
she gasps out underneath him, eyes going wide as something warm begins to slide down her neck. he's unable to register exactly what's happening until he trails his eyes down, horror bleeding into the pit of his stomach as he realizes that his fingers have gripped right into her neck, her blood slithering onto her skin and onto his fingers. his world slows; the only sound he can hear is her heartbeat and the blood coursing through her body.
it's like everything else around him melts and all he can feel— sense— is her. herherher.
she swallows thickly as she watches his whole face freeze in agony, sensing every rational ion in him disperse into nothingness. her hand lifts from his cheek to his hair, fingers threading through it as she comforts him.
"i-it's okay." it takes everything in her to remain calm.
he still doesn't move, eyes dilating to where his purple is almost completely swallowed whole. his face is transforming into its true form, veins spreading further and further down his pale complexion.
he doesn't remember moving, but eventually, she's being lifted off the mattress, back hovering and arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as he dips down and lets his tongue graze over her wound.
and then he bites.
the searing pain of his teeth puncturing into her is the first thing she feels; then there's a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. it's like heroin being injected into her bloodstream, straight from the purest of poppy.
her fingers dig into the back of his neck, a sharp cry of pain as she feels both of his canines plunge into her. it's like her whole body is being submerged in the ocean, her heartbeat drumming into her ears and her vision flooding with red. his tongue is lapping at her as he takes and takes from her vein, his swallowing loud and echoing around the room.
he's sure he can't feel himself; he's lost himself in the taste of her sweet aroma and sticky blood. he's screaming on the inside to let go, to pull away and stop drinking.
"cal-eb!" she manages to choke out, arms going limp as she begins to realize that he's not showing any signs of stopping.
her voice grounds him back to reality as she begs and calls out his name, fingers tugging as hard as she can at his hair. in an instant, he's pulling himself off of her, teeth tearing out of her flesh and causing her wound to open even more. her blood is trickling out and down onto her sheets, staining the fabric around her and matting in her hair.
he's ashamed and terrified of himself.
"i— i... fuck. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, baby, please... please." he whimpers uncontrollably, his hand closing over his mouth. he can feel her hot, sticky blood against his chin, his tongue instinctively trying to poke out and taste it.
everything is a stench to his nose, his control wavering at the sight of his massacre.
she's smiling tiredly at him, regaining what strength she can as she untangles her hand from his hair and strokes his cheek once more. she pulls him down closer to her, forcing him to land a gentle kiss on her lips.
"i told you... it's okay. i love you, caleb."
he doesn't know what to do with himself, watching her with precision as she runs her fingers down his bicep and squeezes him in reassurance.
"—and i need you." she adds before he can protest, letting his hands cup onto her breasts.
god, she didn't know when to give up. even like this, at the mercy of his vampire nature, she still yearned for him. ached for him.
"you're fucking impossible, you know that?" he blurts out, blinking down at her as he absentmindedly pulls her tank top over her tits, her pebbled nipples perking up so nicely for him.
he moans at the sight, massaging her into his big palms. he's getting her blood everywhere, marking her with his sin. she arches into his touch, pressing her breasts onto his chest and biting the lobe of his ear. her breath brushes along his skin and comes hot and steady.
"it... it felt like sex, caleb. felt so fucking good."
he can't even think straight when he hears it, his whole body lighting on fire as her words sink straight to his cock with a feeling he has never felt before.
"fuuuck..." he groans out, feeling her hand go down into his pants and underneath his boxers.
she grips onto his hardness with an urgency, fingers tracing up and down his girth. he thrusts into her hand, breath jagged as she squeezes him like heaven. his hips falter against her touch, face twisting in pure bliss. he's gripping onto her sides roughly, fingers digging into the plush of her love handles.
she bites her lip as he loses himself in her touch, her wetness dampening her underwear.
she pulls her hand off of his dick to raise it to his mouth, smiling devilishly.
"bite." she demands, eyes lighting with a flame.
"pip-squeak..." his whisper hovers over her palm, hissing slightly.
he looks at her curiously for a minute, then lets his teeth clamp down onto her palm, blood gushing out. she lets out a long, wanton cry that makes his cock twitch with anticipation. she looks at him with glossy eyes, hips rolling under him.
he pulls it from his mouth finally, copious amounts of bright red blood leaking down her arm, using the same hand to hold his length again. he's got his pants pulled down enough for his cock to stand proudly out in the open, her hand jerking him slowly and methodically.
"shit, baby, s'fucking good. got me soaking." he watches as his cock is painted red, tip leaking with pre-cum.
he doesn't even warn her before his fingers find her clit, strumming her violently as she swivels her hips to his movements. she bites out a scream, nodding fast.
"calebcalebcaleb— oh my god!" she's instantly controlled by the sway he holds over her, the sting in her bleeding palm a distant memory.
his eyes darken, leaning in close to her as they both get each other off, breaths mingling.
"yeah? like it when i play with this pussy?"
"yes! love it s-so much, caleb!"
"god, you're such a slut for this, right? tell me you're my slut."
"i'm your slut, caleb! god, i'm a slut for you, so much, you have— shit— have no idea!"
he chuckles at her desperation, the heel of his palm now rutting against her puffy clit. she's falling apart, hand stumbling as she tries to stroke him.
"bleeding all over me like a dirty little whore, pips. gonna make me cum." he grits through his sharp teeth, jaw tightening at the sight of her writhing under him.
"please, need your cum!"
"f-fuck, here it comes, angel. cumming so god damn hard— keep stroking it, just like that— ngh!" he's coming hotly onto her chest and tummy.
he makes her let go and watch his cock twitch, suspended in the air. it's moving on its own accord, cum drooling out of the tip.
"see that? look at what you do to me, you beautiful fucking creature." he slows the pace of his fingers against her folds.
a blush unfolds onto her face, soft whimpers streaming out like water from her parted lips. she's so close, clenching down onto nothingness as he works against her bundle of nerves so precisely. he can hear her heart begin to pound more and more, knowing she's about to cum. he smiles down at her, leaning in to lap at the drying blood at her neck, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he represses the urge to bite again.
she holds the back of his head as his fingers swirl over her over and over again, crying into the nape of his neck.
he's taken aback when she bites, breaking the barrier of his skin. nothing comes out, but she bites further regardless, yelling into it as she cums onto his hand.
"a-a-ah— theretherethere, i'm cumming, caleb, right there, babybabybaby—"
"keep going, angel. there you go. feels so good, i know it."
he's helping her through it, his cock rutting against her cum-covered stomach as he presses onto her body. she's thrashing against his hardness, legs locking around his waist as she finishes climaxing.
she slumps under his weight, feeling his fingers slowly pull out from her folds and tug her underwear back on straight. he falls next to her, facing towards her. she watches him as he takes his soaking fingers and slips them into his mouth, tasting every ounce of her. he hums around his digits, his face covered in dried blood and eyes wild.
others would have been scared and run away, but she found a certain beauty in his vampire form. he was more vulnerable like this, like she was the only person in the world that could see him like this. the only person who could make him like this.
"you are." he blurts out, sucking the last few drops of her essence off of his fingers.
she immediately shut her brain off from him, red hot blush painting her face.
"hey— no fair! i told you not to do that."
he chuckles, brushing hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ears. he traces his gaze over her features, guilt settling in his ancient bones as he sees just how much damage he did to her.
she clasps her hand over his, leaning forward to press their foreheads together.
"don't."
his stare becomes serious, thumb brushing over her temple.
"i won't turn you." he answers her earlier plea.
she doesn't blink, doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of a win. she nuzzles into his touch more, kissing the palm of his hand.
"i'm going to die one day, caleb. i'm dying right now." she murmurs.
he watches her like a lion watches a gazelle, careful and calculating. for now, he was satisfied with watching her sleep peacefully, as a human. without the taint of immortality and the looming doom of eternity.
“mhmm. my beautiful, dead girlfriend.”
she rolls her eyes, biting the pad of his thumb.
“i hate you.”
he wiggles his thumb in between her teeth, pressing a long kiss to her forehead.
Okay this is my new favorite. FAWK I LOVE EVERYTHING SO FAR 😞😞 mc is so real here like hell im gonna leave my hot vampire boyfriend alone in this world. We stuck together twin 🤞
the power goes out and caleb lights a few candles. they're used for more than just a light source.
❕cw: waxplay, pain, dacryphilia
a monsoon swirled over skyhaven that night, causing the power to go out. the rain kept beating against the windows, the eerie sound of the wind howling around as thunder and lightning filled the gaps.
they were watching tv when the electricity gave out, darkness enveloping them quickly and unforgivingly. she jumped out of her skin, caleb going wide-eyed at the sudden impact of her jumping into his arms. he laughed, caressing her hair in soothe.
caleb remembered he had some taper candles lying around, setting them out and lighting them on the coffee table as they rode out the storm.
now, here they were, just sitting in the candle glow as the storm reigned on overhead.
"i don't think we'll be having power anytime soon." caleb sighs, pulling her closer to him as they cuddle on the couch.
she groans, hands clutching onto the front of his shirt. he presses another reassuring kiss to the crown of her head.
"ugh. we were just getting to the good part of the movie, too." she whines, pouting into his chest.
he chuckles, looking down at her. he notices the slight anxiety on her complexion and takes his fingers to lift her chin up to meet his gaze. her glossy eyes stare into his, lips slightly trembling.
as a kid she grew up absolutely terrified of storms, so he knew she wasn't exactly having the best time ever.
he smiles softly before bowing his head down to slot his lips onto hers, a small kiss enveloping her. he presses a few chaste kisses, pulling back each time to look at her. something in the air changes after a few seconds, her hand coming up to his hot neck and then gripping the nape of it while pulling the bottom of his hair. her fingers tug gently as she crawls onto his lap, lips sliding over his and tongue following suit.
"pip-squeak..." he moans into her mouth, his tongue finding its way into her heat.
she runs her hand over his chest slowly, then finds the hem of his shirt and divorces her lips from his to throw it over his head. his hair is messy and his lips are swollen and her stomach flips in hunger. he's so beautiful.
he follows suit, peeling her shirt off and unclasping her bra, tossing the garments aside and groping her tits in both of his hands. he massages them around, pinching her nipples in turns. she throws her head back and lets out a soft cry, hips swiveling on his lap.
"so fuckin' pretty, pips. every part of you." caleb mutters as his lips are devouring the valley between her breasts, licking in circles and sucking hickeys.
her hands thread into his wild hair, pulling in every which way. he groans under her grip, eyes flickering up to hers as he takes one of her nipples and sucks on it. his tongue is flicking fast, teeth grazing it in between. his other hand goes up to her neck, squeezing softly.
"ca—leb!" she moans out, wet spot growing more and more onto his sweatpants. she's soaking him at this point.
he pulls off of her tit with a pop, smirking softly.
she watches him as he bucks up into her, her fingers tracing along his abdomen. he hooks his hands onto her thighs and flips their positions, her back flush against the couch as he hovers over her. his figure illuminates dramatically with the candle's light flickering around them, her heart catching in her throat.
his hand cups her cheek and caresses it, his lips landing a soft kiss on hers. when he pulls back, he presses his forehead against hers, eyes searching.
"take off your pants, baby." he grins, tongue licking down the curve of her jaw.
she doesn't hesitate, hands sloppily moving her leggings off and panties going with it. he helps finish pulling off the rest, clothes disappearing where the others had vanished.
he leans up onto his knees, drinking in her curvy features. her soft pubic hair curles around her skin gorgeously, her hips filled out in all the right spots. her long, black hair splayes out around her, her breasts falling to each side of her chest as gravity takes it toll on them. she's the epitome of heaven. he's going to ruin her.
he can't help but growl at the feast before him, hands gripping onto the sides of her hips in desperation. his fingers dip into the plush of her skin, red imprints already blooming.
she bites her lip for what's to come.
"do you trust me?" he asks, voice husky with his apparent desire.
she nods, humming as she sits up onto her elbows, nipples perky and wet from his saliva. she spreads her legs more, giving him a good view of her wet cunt. he leans in to kiss her inner thigh before turning to the coffee table next to them, pulling the black candle out of its holder and hovering it over the vast of her stomach.
"of course. always." it's not even a question to her.
"then close your eyes." he whispers, free hand caressing her inner thigh and pinching softly.
she lets out a soft laugh cocking an eyebrow as she closes her eyes tightly. all she can hear is the rain and thunder and the sound of caleb's steady breathing. behind her eyelids, color dances and explodes with each precarious movement he makes, the soft flicker of the fire illuminating through the skin.
she feels the first drop of something seething and hot land onto her collarbone, the feeling excruciating yet thrilling. she yelps out, eyebrows knitting into a twist of pain.
"shh. s'okay. just candle wax. keep your eyes closed, pips." she doesn't have to open her eyes to see his smug look on his face; can hear it in his voice.
she nods once again, clenching her hole onto nothingness as the wax drips onto her skin, making her stir further into her arousal. she humps forward, whining.
he answers her prayer, his fingers swiping across her folds and thumbing at her clit achingly slow. she let out a shaky breath, goosebumps and hair standing up on her skin as he grazes her entrance.
"feel that?" he purrs, watching as she rolls her body in rhythm with his slow strokes onto her bundle of nerves.
"caleb... fuuuck, right there, baby. f-feels so good. a-aaah!" her voice is soft and nasally.
he lowers the candle further down her skin, letting several drips of black wax fall onto her tits, a few landing onto her nipples. she screams softly, her back arching as the burn stretches across her skin. tears brim her eyes as the sensation overwhelms her.
"h-hot, 'leb. so hot." she cries out, fingernails digging crests onto his bicep.
he coos at her, spitting a wad of saliva onto her cunt and rubbing her faster. she doesn't get any mercy, more candle wax branding her stomach and lower abdomen as he nears her pretty cunt. she's letting her tears fall freely now, crying softly as he keeps hurting her most deliciously.
"taking it so well, sweet girl. look so pretty like this, at the mercy of me and my fingers. this pussy is so sweet. tell me you wanna cum."
she moans through the fire in her gut, hips rising to meet his unrelenting fingers.
"i w-wanna cum, caleb. please, need to cum so bad, gonna fucking die if i don't— hurts so bad, pleasepleaseplease!" she begs him through the tears, never once opening her eyes and obeying his every word.
"yeah? gonna keep crying about it? absolutely losing it for me, pips. god, listen to yourself. pathetic little mess for this. dirty fuckin' girl."
she lets out soft wails in response, mouth agape in pleasure. he smiles, slipping two fingers in and out of her tight ring as his thumb circles her taut clit. he feels her clench down onto him, her wetness squelching with each time he thrusts his fingers into her. she's sobbing at this point, whines ringing almost as loud as the weather.
"oh my god, caleb, i can't— can't, m'gonna cum!"
"s'okay to cum now, baby. let it go. fucking fall apart on gege's fingers. let me hear you."
the candle is getting smaller and smaller by the second, black wax dripping and freezing all over her torso and nearly falling down to her folds, skin red from the heat's irritation. he blows it out and sets it back onto the table, focusing his attention solely on fingering her. she's reaching her climax now, hips rising off the couch as he throws her legs over his shoulders. he's panting over her, feeling his own orgasm threaten him.
he's rutting against the cushions beneath him as he pumps his thick fingers into her pussy, groaning into the meat of her thigh and sucking hickeys.
"a-ah cumming, baby, yesyesyes, don't stop— so good, it's so good caleb!"
his eyes roll to the back of his head as he cums with her, soiling the front of his pants. he hums into her skin, licking sloppily and biting into her. she's screaming out, eyes finally opening as she watches herself squirm under his touch.
"i got you, i got you— that's it, baby. yeah, like that. mhmm." his voice is low and rough, eyes locking onto hers as he scissors into her.
she's shaking, cheeks red and wet. she notices black wax streaks all over her skin, almost feeling like some sort of artwork he had constructed. she rolls her body a few more times onto his fingers before finally collapsing back onto the cushions, fingers threading through his hair and tugging him upwards for a kiss that she desperately needed.
he clicks his tongue, a small smile curling at the edge of his lips. he slowly pulls his fingers out of her, his digits covered in her slick. she winces at the loss, grinding up into his hips.
"aht-aht. lick it." he commands, placing his dirty fingers onto her lips.
she blinks up at him before dipping her tongue out and enveloping them into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to show just how much she's enjoying this.
he smiles, swirling his fingers around her mouth.
"pretty girl. my girl." his eyes hold a darkness to them as lightning illuminates his face,
she never wanted to rid herself of the wax that adorned her body, felt like it was his claim over her. like she had taken part of a ritual. like she was his sacrifice.
she pulled off his fingers, kissing the tip of them softly and smiling.
SYDDDDD UGH THE DUALITY OF CALEB!!!! The way you wrote him so soft here compared to the previous ones. This is still hot, i want him to call me his pretty girl his only pretty girl :3
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