Well infold really fucked up. They’ve completely sucked the fun out of the game for me. Everything that’s happened has made me lose any interest in interacting with the fandom or even logging in. Im exhausted and im turning this blog into an archive. Idk if i’ll ever come back but i cant do this anymore. Its not fun and im done wasting my time on something that keeps on disappointing me
It kinda hurts to admit this but i think i’ve lost passion for lads and the fandom in general
Dont get me wrong—i still do my dailies and fangirl over caleb whenever he shows up but overall im just really burnt out. Which is probably why i’ve barely written anything lately and why i’ve been pretty inactive (i blame uni for that too)
I think part of it is that i’ve been paying way too much attention to engagement (again). Every time i post something, i end up looking at the notes, interactions, numbers and comparing myself to everyone else. Not even in a “oh their writing is better than mine” but more like wondering why i seem to be stuck in the same place while everyone else is growing
And before anyone says anything no, this isnt me fishing for compliments. Im just trying to be honest abt how i’ve been feeling and i want to let it out
I think i put way too much pressure on myself and this blog. What started out as a fun little space to create silly fanfics somehow turned into something that constantly stresses me out. I started to overthink everything i wrote whether people would like it, whether it was worth posting, whether it would flop and eventually writing just stopped being fun for me
This blog used to feel like my safe space but for the past few months actually, being on here feels exhausting. Sometimes i open tumblr wanting to write and then immediately close the app cause i just dont have the energy for it anymore
Maybe i need bazillion breaks idk. All i know is that i need to stop caring so much and remember why i started this blog in the first place
I just miss having fun and i miss the people here and my last hiatus kinda made me drift away from everyone so i think thats why everything feels a bit off now. Things moved on, people moved on and i feel a little out of sync with everything
I dont really know what im doing right now but i do hope i can find my way back to enjoying this again and actually talking to people like i used to. I do miss it
Little update: i got my final grades back and theyre really good ayyy so ig all those hiatuses were actually worth it in the end. And to top it off i also got caleb’s your skyblue card :3 we are so back
Nonnie i actually tried making a drabble for this but the writing slump won i fear </3
As for food play with caleb he’s 50/50:
One side: loves the teasing part. Leaning in close, licking chocolate off your lips, smearing whipped cream on your skin just to clean it off slowly. He’s into making a mess and watching you squirm
Other side: too practical. He’d never shove whipped cream inside you, not even a finger’s worth cause he got the voice in his head going “yeast infection, pips, i’m not risking it” lol. But if you ask him to lick it off your puss? He’s on his knees before you could finish your sentence. He’ll take his time, tongue flat and slow making sure every drop is gone. He won’t stop until you’re gripping his hair and soaking his chin
Random imagine cause im feeling all fluffy: you’re chewing gum and he kisses you, stealing it right from your mouth. You get all flustered thinkimg he’s trying to be smooth only for his ass to pull away and immediately blow bubble with it. Now the mood is ruined cause he’s laughing and you’re trying to decide whether to kiss him or smack him (go for both)
I don’t think losing passion and being burnt out are the same thing. The fact that you still get excited when Caleb shows up and that you miss writing, the community, and the fun you used to have tells me the love is probably still there somewhere. It just sounds buried under a lot of pressure, comparison, and exhaustion. engagement is that it has a way of convincing us that growth can be measured by numbers alone, when in reality some of the most meaningful things we create never show up in stats. A fic can make someone’s entire week and you might never know it. And honestly, uni, life, burnout, hiatuses, all of that changes people. It’s normal to come back and feel out of sync. It doesn’t mean you lost your place. It just means you’ve been away and you're trying to find your footing again. If you need another break, take one. If you want to post less, post less. If you want to write something completely self indulgent that gets five notes, write it anyway.
Miss aerin why do you always know exactly what to say :’)
I think youre right cause looking at it now, it does sound like burnout than me actually losing passion for it. I’ve just been so stuck in my own head that everything started feeling the same
And yeah, the engagement thing is probably my biggest issues. Ik numbers dont define the value of something but its hard to remember sometimes
Thank you once again miss aerin 🤍 i feel like eveytime im spiralling abt something you somehkw manage to pull me back down to earth a little
It kinda hurts to admit this but i think i’ve lost passion for lads and the fandom in general
Dont get me wrong—i still do my dailies and fangirl over caleb whenever he shows up but overall im just really burnt out. Which is probably why i’ve barely written anything lately and why i’ve been pretty inactive (i blame uni for that too)
I think part of it is that i’ve been paying way too much attention to engagement (again). Every time i post something, i end up looking at the notes, interactions, numbers and comparing myself to everyone else. Not even in a “oh their writing is better than mine” but more like wondering why i seem to be stuck in the same place while everyone else is growing
And before anyone says anything no, this isnt me fishing for compliments. Im just trying to be honest abt how i’ve been feeling and i want to let it out
I think i put way too much pressure on myself and this blog. What started out as a fun little space to create silly fanfics somehow turned into something that constantly stresses me out. I started to overthink everything i wrote whether people would like it, whether it was worth posting, whether it would flop and eventually writing just stopped being fun for me
This blog used to feel like my safe space but for the past few months actually, being on here feels exhausting. Sometimes i open tumblr wanting to write and then immediately close the app cause i just dont have the energy for it anymore
Maybe i need bazillion breaks idk. All i know is that i need to stop caring so much and remember why i started this blog in the first place
I just miss having fun and i miss the people here and my last hiatus kinda made me drift away from everyone so i think thats why everything feels a bit off now. Things moved on, people moved on and i feel a little out of sync with everything
I dont really know what im doing right now but i do hope i can find my way back to enjoying this again and actually talking to people like i used to. I do miss it
which one of the LIs do you think like breast milk?
(Beside the fact they are good for bodybuilding)
༘⋆ ⋮ CW: lactation kink
No. 1 is honestly tied between caleb and xavier lmao. Im biased towards caleb cause that man is obsessed with you he’d consume literally anything (cum, piss, spit, etc.) from you without hesitation. Xavier is freak king so ofc he’s there. Zayne would still somehow turn it into a science thing while using your tits as stress balls instead imo
He’s still clinging to you when he pulls away, lips glossy and swollen, milk coating his tongue. His eyes are glassy and unfocused—completely gone on it. A shaky sigh leaves him as another drop slips down his chin.
You brush it away with your thumb, “you okay there?”
He barely nods, forehead falling against your tits again like he’s too heavy to hold himself up. Super milk-drunk. Still mouthing lazily at your skin, chasing the taste even after he’s full.
hey, just wanted to drop by and say i’m so incredibly glad you didn’t quit. honestly, i’ve been feeling a lot like you have lately too, but i'm really glad you’re still here. 💛
to celebrate you staying, here is a picture of my foster dog! hopefully this little burst of cheerfulness infects you too. sending you lots of love.
AERIN THATS THE CUTEST DOGGIE EVER!! What a little sweetheart and thank you angel im also glad you’re still here with me. Here’s to better days for both of us 🤍
hello! I just wanted to come on here and tell you how absolutely life changing finding your blog was to me😭 when i read a hunger named you for the first time it was like genuinely a brand new experience. I’ve always been a Caleb main but i think reading your story like solidified it lmao so I just wanted to thank u for making such a masterpiece🥹
Anon you dont understand that this ask literally saved this blog. I was THIS close to deactivating and disappearing forever but reading this genuinely brought me back. It still makes me giddy that ppl still like ahny. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to send this sweetheart because of you i think i’ll stay a little longer ♡
CW: 18+ (MDNI) oral, fingering, come spitting, voyeurism, overusage of pips/honey, Caleb larping as an omegaverse expert (he has no clue what he's talking about), Caleb/Zayne (snowapple), kind of ooc for Caleb & Zayne || Words: 3.3k || Summary: Caleb snoops through his gf's belongings and stumbles upon her BL fics.
A/N: Late bday gift for @losermuse!! I'm sorry that this took so long my brain went on strike </3 Love you lots musey muse!! <3333 Manifesting good grades and rest for you mwah 💙
also zayne has a dick piercing as requested by @harlotistic >:3
Anxiety settles between his ribs, trying to gnaw its way out. His throat going dry—it was just a kiss. A kiss with another man. Not just another man, but Caleb. The look on his mother’s face, perplexed with a hint of revulsion. Mrs. Li is going to tell dad. Dad’s going to—
How melodramatic this is, Caleb thinks. You’re spending time writing this? Caleb lets out a snort in disbelief. Well, it’s better than Pips getting in trouble and Caleb having to bail them out.
Any other person would be creeped out by their girlfriend writing stories about them and a close friend. Not Caleb. Pipsqueak is thinking about him. You see appeal in putting Caleb in fictional scenarios for your pleasure. Gosh, you probably rub your pussy to the thought of him and Zayne fucking.
A thought that goes straight to Caleb’s dick and thus Caleb’s grand plan was forming in his brain. Caleb flips a few pages ahead, curious to see how this story ends. An action that ends up being worthwhile.
Caleb’s fingers dig into Zayne’s hip, the bed creaking underneath the rough and quick snaps of his hips. Caleb’s free hand is wrapped around Zayne’s dick, feeling him throb in his hand.
Caleb’s eyes widen as he reads the explicit words before a slow exhale leaves him. He knew you were a freak. An apple that fell far from the tree but still inherited Caleb’s freakiness—you wouldn’t be his baby sister if you were normal.
—
“I’m not the one who said you were a bottom, it’s what her story implies,” Caleb says, trying to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He leans back on the couch, stretching out his long legs, arms tucked behind his head. “It’s not my fault I’m an alpha, Zayne. I’m born this way.”
Zayne’s right brow quirks up, nimble fingers coming up to loosen the knot of his tie. “I’m not sure I’ve come to the same conclusion. Just because that Zayne was on the bottom once doesn’t make him a bottom.”
Your mouth parts then closes, what does one even say in this situation? Caleb and Zayne were never supposed to know about your little stories. When had an ad gone out for personal beta readers? You’re sat on the couch between Caleb and Zayne. They’ve been discussing your writing for the past fifteen minutes.
Caleb shrugs, “yeah but you have nice birthing hips.”
“I have what?”
“Nice birthing hips. So, you’d be the omega.” Caleb clarifies, leaning closer to you. Violet eyes meeting yours, “did I use the right term, honey?” Caleb’s looking at you like a dog waiting for praise but all you can do is gawk at him. This is not a conversation you could have predicted. Ever.
“I don’t have birthing hips! My hips are perfectly proportionate to my body. You have bigger tits than I do, Caleb.”
“And a bigger dick. That’s why I was designated the alpha.”
This argument is so ridiculous but it does earn a laugh from you. “Dick size doesn’t designate you as the alpha,” you finally speak up, the initial embarrassment has faded. Still, this isn’t an ideal situation. You’d rather Zayne and Caleb remain blissfully unaware about that slow burn fanfiction that ended with Zayne’s face being forced into the pillow as Caleb took him from behind.
“Yeah, Caleb.” Zayne agrees, his leg crosses over the other leg. “Besides, my dick is bigger. We measured it before, remember?” An amused hum leaves him, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose before he pushes it back up.
“That was like years ago. You hit puberty before I did!” Caleb retorts.
Wait what? Caleb and Zayne measured their dicks before? Teenage boys are so strange… Then again, measuring themselves is the most normal thing they could’ve done.
“There couldn’t possibly be a drastic difference from then to now.”
“Wanna bet? Let’s measure our dicks now. Pips, go get the measuring tape.”
Should’ve seen this coming from miles away—Caleb and Zayne have always been competitive. Rising from the comfortable couch, your arms raised above your head to get the most needed stretch. You head to the bedroom, straight to Caleb’s desk.
Organized. You didn’t even have to search, it was right there, waiting for this important moment. This was the night that the measuring tape settled a debate: who has a bigger dick?
From the bedroom, you can hear Caleb shout Zayne’s name in awe. What’s going on now, you wonder as you make your way back to the living room. Both men have stripped. Their clothes neatly folded and placed on the couch.
Caleb’s on his knees, his attention all on Zayne until he hears your footsteps behind him. He turns his head, “look at what Zayne has,” surprise coloring his tone. “Zayne, dude, show her.”
Zayne’s clears his throat, his ears glowing as bright as Rudolph’s nose. “I don’t know why he’s making such a big deal of it.”
One would assume that Caleb’s teasing Zayne about his size, oh no. Although, first glance at Zayne’s dick—impressive for being flaccid. However, it’s the shiny metal pierced into his skin that has all of the attention.
“A Prince Albert piercing!?”
Your eyes are wide, without much though you tug the ring, checking for authenticity. Dr. Li has a fucking dick piercing!
Zayne lets out a quick exhale through his nose at the gentle touch—sensitive one, isn’t he? “Is it that surprising?” he questions. “Everyone gets piercings.”
“But not everyone gets a genital piercing.” Caleb points out, his eyes drifting over to you. “Who knew Dr. Li could be so… hardcore, huh?”
A dick piercing isn’t that strange when it comes to Zayne. Zayne, who used to wear his fringe over his left eye (attempted to, his glasses would get in the way), and wore black eyeliner (that he stole from mama), and the skinniest jeans imaginable—he would definitely get a dick piercing.
Dr. Li who lectures you on eating healthier and going to bed at a decent hour, not so much.
“It’s so cool, Zayne! Maybe I should get a clit piercing…” Just an off-handed comment, is it something you would follow through on? Probably not. Your suggestion makes Zayne’s dick twitch in interest.
Movement that catches Caleb’s attention and his amusement. “Don’t those piercings heighten sensitivity? You’re already so sensitive, it’ll probably take a few rubs and you’ll finish before we even start.”
You roll your eyes at Caleb’s comment, “says the one who finished in his jeans just because my ass brushed against his crotch.”
Caleb sputters and then looks at Zayne, "that has never happened. She’s lying. A true alpha doesn’t finish before his girl.”
“Baby, you’re the omega in our relationship. You even said if we were seahorses, you’d gladly carry our babies and—“ Caleb’s hand covers your mouth. Caleb’s cheeks grow rosy; your boyfriend is not an easy guy to fluster. Usually he’s the one trying to embarrass you.
“Anyway! As the alpha, I say we should measure our dicks now before Pips tries to ruin my credibility.”
Clearing his throat, unsure hazel eyes dart from you to Caleb. “I suppose… if this is to be fair, we’d both need to be aroused.”
Caleb nods in agreement, “right, because some people are growers, not show-ers.”
Caleb’s hand caresses the back of your head, “honey, since you like Zayne’s piercing so much, why don’t you help him out?”
What? You were only going to be the unbiased dick measurer. Now, Caleb’s telling you to help another man get hard?
“Pfft, Zayne doesn’t need help. He can just think of someone hot or something.”
“He could,” Caleb agrees. “But I think you’d love the opportunity to play with his piercing.” Caleb has a point. He always has a point.
When your weary gaze catches Caleb’s, he only gives you a self-assured nod. Well, if your boyfriend wants you to help out a friend, how could you turn down the suggestion?
“You don’t mind, do you, Zayne?”
“Of course not.”
And what started out as Caleb and Zayne critiquing your writing has ended up with your tongue teasing Zayne’s tip. Warm metal slides over your tongue; kitten licks over his sensitive head that causes Zayne to grow embarrassingly fast, much like Caleb.
What an ego-boosting reaction.
Now that the surprise of Zayne’s piercing has waned, you’ve noticed how neatly groomed he is. Pubes trimmed down, the clean scent that clings to his skin, mixed with a hint of musk.
Caleb spits in the palm of his hand, “that’s right, Pips. Get him nice and hard. He’ll need all those inches to beat me.” He taunts. Caleb strokes himself lazily, his attention captured by his girlfriend sucking his friend off; arousal outweighs any potential jealousy.
Your lips stretch over Zayne’s girth, the additional weight of his piercing is an odd sensation. The metal clinks against your bottom teeth a few times as you bob your head up and down; sending a shiver down your spine.
Zayne lets out a heavy exhale through his nostrils, muscles tense from your oral ministration. His hand rests on the crown of your head, hips bucking forward to drive more of himself down your throat. You gag as his tip bumps the back of your throat.
“C’mon Pips, you’ve taken a bigger dick than his and you’re still gagging?” Caleb scoffs, giving himself a rough tug. “Is this just to boost Zayne’s confidence?”
You pull off Zayne’s dick, saliva strings from your mouth and his flared head. Zayne’s dick pulsates with need, slick with the mixture of saliva and precum. Instead of responding to Caleb’s tease, you grab the measuring tape.
The measuring tape stretches from Zayne’s tip to the base. “Seven and a half. Impressive, Dr. Li.”
Albeit a dull compliment, Zayne’s chest still inflates from praise.
“Seven and a half! I’m sure if you had a partner, they’d be thoroughly satisfied, dude.” Caleb says, clapping Zayne on the back.
“Regardless of size, I’m still very proficient with my hands.”
Caleb chuckles, “now that, I can’t refute.”
Caleb pushes forward, standing right in front of you. “Pips, I’m ready for my measurements to be taken.”
You repeat the measuring process with Caleb, tip to base, although it’s harder to accurately measure since Caleb’s dick curves upward. “Mm, it looks like eight and three-fourths.”
Caleb’s dick is bigger. The tape measurer does not lie. Even when they stand side by side, the size difference is obvious.
“See Zayne, it just makes sense for me to be the alpha in our relationship. You know bottoms have the smaller dick,” Caleb explains, smugness oozing from his words.
When did Caleb did a Ph.D in Omegaverse? He read the Omegaverse wiki and called it a day, apparently. “Caleb, dick size doesn’t determine status,” you remind him. Caleb only shrugs your reminder off. “Still, he has birthing hips. He’s submissive. And you wrote him as the bottom in your little fic,” Caleb points out with a hint of a smile on his lips.
After a moment, you rise from the floor. “Well,” you begin, your arms wrap around Caleb’s midsection, fingers trailing over the ridges of his spine. “This is reality.” Nails graze his skin, causing goosebumps to flourish on his skin. “And you’ve been acting more like a brat than anything else.”
“C’mon,” Caleb protests, dipping his head so that he could nuzzle into your neck. Uh oh! Caleb has equipped the puppy tactics, must stay strong. “I was teasing Zayne. You know, I have no clue about the alpha and omega stuff.”
“I know.”
Running your fingers through his dark brown hair, lips pressed against his ear before you speak, the warmth of your breath causes Caleb to shudder slightly. “That doesn’t free you from the consequences though, honey…” Honey, so patronizingly cooed in his ear.
“Down on your knees.”
Up and down goes Caleb’s Adam’s apple, skin prickling with the sudden desire to obey. Lovesickness is incurable—Caleb would never want to be cured anyway.
Your boyfriend sinks to his knees.
“Since Zayne doesn’t get laid often, why don’t you help our gege out?”
Zayne sputters, his hands going through the motions to tug at a tie that’s no longer around his neck. Laughter bubbles up from your chest at his reaction—it’s rare to see Zayne so flustered.
“Did I say something wrong?” You question with your head tilted, feigning innocence.
“N-no, it’s just…” Zayne stammers, pushing his glasses up. His words die off as Caleb’s tongue darts out to lick at Zayne’s tip—already mourning the loss of your saliva, all he can taste is the bitterness of Zayne’s precum. “You’re lucky she’s in charge, Zayne. You know the roles should be reversed,” Caleb huffs, his cheeks puffed out as if he was wronged.
Zayne lets out a breathy laugh. “Then you should’ve kept your mouth shut.”
Caleb’s eyes narrow, he doesn’t respond verbally. Instead Caleb’s cheeks hollow as he bobs his head back and forth. His hand stroking what he can’t fit into his mouth. He attempts to swallow Zayne down to the hilt, only to let out a wet and muffled gag once Zayne’s tip hit the back of his throat.
“You can do better than that, Caleb.”
Already, your body is sprawled out along the length of the couch. Your bottoms and panties discarded on the floor. “Honey, didn’t you train me to take your dick without gagging? Why don’t you use those skills on Zayne?” Your taunt makes Caleb’s dick throb and arousal spurt from his slit.
Your legs part, your hand finding their way between your thighs. Collecting your arousal on your middle finger, you spread it around your swollen clit. The sigh that escapes your lips is of pure relief.
Caleb’s tongue plays with Zayne’s piercing, causing Zayne’s hips to flex. Violet eyes meeting hazel ones; competitive but both share a common goal, and that’s making sure that you enjoy the show.
Zayne’s fingers thread in Caleb’s short strands, guiding Caleb’s movements. Caleb relaxes his jaw, his tongue swirling against the sensitive underside of Zayne’s length. Zayne’s head is thrown back; heavy pants and moans that can’t be contained, not with the way Caleb is working his cock.
Best seat in the house. Watching your boyfriend suck off his friend—the best gift ever. Even if it came at the cost of your mortification of Caleb and Zayne reading those stupid fics you wrote about them.
“Good boy,” you praise, shooting an encouraging smile in their direction.
“Zayne, make sure you encourage him too. He is the one servicing you.”
For a moment, Zayne looks dumbfounded.
Strong angular brows pull together in thought before he speaks up, “an alpha that’s good at sucking omega dick, how rare…” His ears and cheeks are crimson—the only time you’ve seen Zayne this red is after being out in the snow for hours.
You bite your lower lip to stifle the laugh but it comes out anyway. “Zayne, you can just encourage him like normal.”
Zayne clears his throat and nods. “Your mouth is immensely pleasurable.”
That does sound more like Zayne. You’ll help him work on his dirty talking later. Your finger prods at your entrance, slowly stretching out the muscle. Your finger pumps in and out, slick coating your skin.
Caleb pulls back, needing to fill his lungs with more oxygen. “Zayne, what the hell was that?” He questions, his free hand kneads Zayne’s balls. “Good looks, occupation, and dick size carried you through your first time, huh?”
Just as you’re about to open your mouth to reprimand Caleb, Zayne’s pushing back into his mouth. Caleb’s nose presses against Zayne’s pelvis, causing Caleb to choke from the girth forced down his throat again, eyes welling up with tears.
Zayne’s dirty talking may need work but not his taming skills.
“He’s so mouthy sometimes.” More than mouthy. What shuts Caleb up? You sitting on his face. Caleb look gorgeous when he’s on his knees. Long lashes with tears clinging to them, his lips slightly swollen and covered in a his saliva. Zayne’s not making it easy for him, fingers curled in Caleb’s hair, his hips pumping forward, and forcing Caleb to take every inch.
This is so much hotter than anything you could’ve written about.
Warmth begins to build in your lower tummy. Every deep thrust of your fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Caleb’s dick is drooling, throbbing from neglect. He’s cute this way. It’s the best payback for snooping and that ego of his. “Nn, fuck. Caleb’s learning fast, isn’t he?”
Zayne doesn’t answer. All of his attention is on Caleb.
You can see the moment Caleb’s jaw goes slack and he allows Zayne to drive into his throat. Rough pumps of Zayne’s hips that draw out strangled gasps, balls slapping against Caleb’s chin.
Flushed skin that sheens with sweat, fringes that are glued to their forehead, and spit bubbling from the corners of Caleb’s mouth—an ethereal scene that would be studied in art history 101 if Michelangelo had painted it.
Zayne’s glasses hang low on his nose, his pants heavy. Caleb’s looking up at Zayne through dark damp lashes; with his free hand, Zayne caresses Caleb’s cheek, thumb rubbing over his soft skin. “You’re going to be a good boy and swallow, right?” Zayne asks, voice strained before fading into breathlessness. His balls draw up towards his body, muscles tensing.
Caleb nods.
Zayne’s lips lift upward in a small smile, “that’s right. Good boy.” All it takes is a few more shallow thrusts into Caleb’s fluttering throat.
Knowing that Zayne is close makes your fingers speed up their pumps. Just have to time it right and you can come with Zayne. You have to remind yourself to keep your head up and eyes open, even with your orgasm creeping up your spine.
Missing the moment when Zayne spills in Caleb’s mouth would be devastating.
Zayne buries himself one last time in Caleb’s throat, his body momentarily stiff. Zayne’s release comes out in heavy spurts, filling Caleb’s mouth. “Fuh-fuck,” Zayne groans. Caleb gags, his eyes closing as Zayne’s creamy load coats his tongue. Just one taste and Caleb knows he still prefers your come on his tongue.
“Go ahead and swallow it, honey.” You encourage Caleb but he only pulls away from Zayne. His cheeks slightly puffed out, some spillage dripping down his chin. Caleb crawls towards your resting body on the couch.
“Open,” Caleb demands, angling his mouth to avoid spilling Zayne’s come.
Your brows shoot up at the request and you pause. Then your mouth opens. Caleb spits Zayne’s load into your mouth and you swallow. Just a slight tang—Dr. Li has a decent diet. Desperate lips connect with yours, his fingers immediately replacing yours, he collects your arousal on his index and middle finger.
Caleb has to touch you. Needs to touch you. Repent for being a terrible alpha—whatever that means. Caleb’s fingers press forward, velvety walls tense at the sudden intrusion. Caleb’s fingers are longer than yours, stretching you out. “Did I do a good job?” He asks in between kisses.
“Of course,” your back arches as Caleb hits a sensitive spot. “I could tell Zayne loved it. His ass clenches a certain way—“
“I’m sorry?” Zayne interrupts. He’s sitting in the armchair, catching his breath.
A soft laugh leaves you. “Don’t worry about it, nobody will notice unless they’re looking at your ass.”
Caleb’s thumb circles around your swollen nub. His tongue delves into your mouth, tangling with yours, trying to savor the combination of saliva and Zayne’s come that lingers behind.
Caleb moans into the kiss, fingers curling upward, rubbing that magic spot that always has you seeing stars. He breaks the kiss just to hear you cry out in ecstasy, body trembling in as your orgasm washes over you, gushing all over his fingers like you were made to do.
“Cute,” Caleb mumbles against your jawline, pressing open-mouthed kisses on heated skin. His fingers stop moving, allowing you to compose yourself.
BL, SNOWAPPLE, OMEGAVERSE, CUM SPITTING, CUCK MC! Miss kory!!! You captured the things i like so well <3333 genuinely the best and funniest fic i have ever read. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! AND THANK YOU @harlotistic FOR SUGGESTING THE DICK PIERCING ON ZAYNE I LOVE ITTTT. Im gonna eat both yall out. Dont lock the doors—papa is coming.
I cant even describe how much reading this gave me serotonin. I was basically full on giggling the whole time. I would 100% read this again if im feeling down
I realllyyyy adore your unhinged writing kory. I didnt realise how much i missed readinf it. Your pacing and dialogue are so good and everything flows naturally
I love how cocky and annoying you made caleb here like that’s my ideal boyfriend/gege. The part of him larping on omegaverse (we say thank you wiki for helping his dumbass) had me losing it!!! He’s so insufferable ughhhh (yes caleb you’re so annoying but fuck me please)
And the snowapple dynamic feels natural. Their chemistry is insane like I DO WANNA SEE MY BFS FUCK!!!!
Lines i adore:
An apple that fell far from the tree but still inherited Caleb’s freakiness—you wouldn’t be his baby sister if you were normal.
Basically the definition of user losermuse
Lovesickness is incurable—Caleb would never want to be cured anyway.
I like my men like that
Flushed skin that sheens with sweat, fringes that are glued to their forehead, and spit bubbling from the corners of Caleb’s mouth—an ethereal scene that would be studied in art history 101 if Michelangelo had painted it.
Iconic! Im drawing this image in my mind
Caleb shrugs, “yeah but you have nice birthing hips.”
“did I use the right term, honey?” Caleb’s looking at you like a dog waiting for praise but all you can do is gawk at him.
A true alpha doesn’t finish before his girl.
Repent for being a terrible alpha—whatever that means.
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