[luvrlane]

missionary is caleb’s favorite way of having you. the man lives to be the ache under your ribs, so he takes the chance to be as closest to you as he can get very seriously.

before the actual show though, he’d prep. he’s meticulous when it comes to you, if you haven’t noticed by now. he’d eat you out real nice and slow, tongue lapping your folds and tickling your bud. he’d made you cum on his tongue, got you all soft and mushy and ready for him.

then he’d dive in, sprawled under him, both of your legs hooked on his thunder thighs for anchor. his hips dips and the curve of his ass becomes prominent every time he bottoms into you. there’s a certain sting to having him hit that deep, though, because gods be good, the man has a cock and he knows to work it. work it into you, slow undulating strokes, back and forth and he’s staring down at you who’s currently in cloud nine as you hold on for dear life, gripping the sheets, moans spilling out from your pretty, pretty lips.

god, he’s so deep. how does his stupid cock reach so deep? but god, is it so good.

you have an internal battle with yourself because your brain cannot keep up with the pleasure and the edges of the pain starts to blur away. stupid caleb and his ridiculously stupid cock. you always come first with him, though, while he’s still on those slow strokes. then he’d grin to himself—cocky bastard—and then lay himself down on you, chest to chest, your breasts smushed against his. he loves it when he can feel the fat of them. “yeah, baby, it’s so good, huh?” he has his mouth so close to your ear that it tickles. on normal days, you’d swear and threaten to punch him for teasing the daylights out of you. but you’re in a losing battle now, and you could only nod meekly as a response, your sanity starting to fray away from how good he’s making you feel.

he seems to know this fact, too, could read your mind so well from the every little expression in your face. your eyebrows scrunched, and you have just enough strength to wrap your hands around him to bring him closer. his grin turns into a scoff now. selfish, selfish girl. how close do you want him to be? it seems like you want him to vanish into you and be fused together.

he picks up the pace, hands coming down to rest behind your ass. now this is the part why he loves this position so much. the palpable difference between your body and his. how smaller you are in compared to him. how he can just envelop you and keep you from the rest of the world, gets to have you all to himself. who’s selfish now, you big dummy?

he curls his hands on the globe of your ass, and then brings you closer to him every time his hips slam down. a gasp.

“caleb-” comes out more like a warning, a plea, or in his lovesick view of you in this moment, bare and so full of him everywhere: a permission.

it is what drives him to keep the relenting pace. it is what fuels him to keep going, messy as it is. sticky substance are clinging onto his length and your entrance, collecting at the sheet. he intends to keep you in this position, hips slightly raised toward him and you have anywhere to hold onto but him. “caleb- fuck,” you choked out. it’s hard to form a coherent thought when he’s fucking the daylights out of you.

he presses his body down on you a second time, and this time, your hands, which cannot cover the whole span of his shoulders, try their best to hold on anyway. through choked moans and groans, you’re absolutely gone now, all your senses are filled with him, him, him. you do not know what possess you for the moment, but whatever it is, it isn’t holy. his neck is there and you lunge at the chance. you leave kisses there, out of desperation of the outlet of feelings you have from this intense pleasure. then the kisses turn sloppy as he picks up the pace and starts drilling his length into you, bullying your poor, poor hole as it’s overstuffed with his stupid meat, balls slapping on the labia in contact.

at some point in this hazy pleasure, you lick a stripe of skin in his neck. he feels the wetness there, and decides he’s fucked. “fuck, you drive me so fucking insane, you don’t know,” how he managed to get that much sentence out while you’re struggling to even form a thought is unfair.

you’re half out of your mind now, you didn’t even catch fully what he said, so you blurted out, “caleb, caleb, oh. i’m so close,” your voice is so pitchy and you start clawing at his back. “right there, fuuuuck,” your face starts to contort in pleasure as he’s focused on hitting that one spot now, and you’re sobbing. you feel his biceps before you dig your nails into that, too.

“i’m gonna-” your breathing speeds up as caleb drives in, in, in. “come on, sweet girl,” he moves to position your legs to be on his shoulders. the angle changes this way, and it’s beginning to feel too much. you don’t know if you can handle much more. “cum on this cock, come on,” he coaxes you into your orgasm, and his colonel streak is starting to show a bit as it sounds like he’s barking out an order. every time his length reaches all the way, gushes of wetness sloshes from your folds. they do the talking when you cannot. “yeah, you wanna cum on this cock? let me feel it, baby, let me have it,” caleb is not done repositioning you, it seems, as he starts to move and suddenly your knees are bent together on your chest.

“caleb- too deep-” you cry out, but it falls on deaf ears and he drops his entire body weight on you and the mushroom head of his dick kisses your cervix. your walls are stretched on its limit now to accommodate him.

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming! caleb-” you clenches down on him hard, and caleb slams home one last time, burying himself to the hilt, as he comes together with you. your knees are shaking from the orgasm, and he’s pumping out a copious amount, so much that it leaks and drizzle down into your asshole.

his cheeks are flushed red and he finally lets you go from this excruciating position, repositioning your legs once more so it goes on his sides and around his waist. “i love you so much,” he likes to remind you every time the both of you are getting to the end bit, as if the whole intense session of sex isn’t enough of a reminder.

[luvrlane]

caleb is so damn big and buff and tall and all muscles and what makes it worse is that he’s a sucker for hugs. every time he leans down, you have to adjust your limbs and accommodate to the span of his shoulders, while he could so easily wrap his beefy arms around your waist like you’re his favorite teddy bear. when caleb hugs, he’s all in, and more often than not you stumble from the force of it and in that way he reminds you of a golden retriever that doesn’t realize his strength. you swear if he has tail, it’d be wagging so hard for every time he comes down for a hug. he likes to rest his chin on your shoulder, and you pat him on the head multiple times before he burrows closer into your neck, as if he’s trying to breathe in your scent. he also has somewhat a fixation on your waist, or any part of your body that’s within his reach, really. he just has to have his hands physically on you, and every second spent being away from you is torture. the middle of your waist is never safe from him. you’d have to pry his hands off, but is that really what you want? his hands stay there like accessory on you, the sides of your waist fitting his hand and if caleb is really honest, he has, on the countless occasion when he’d hug you, had multiple perverted thoughts when he grips your waist and the fat of your skin fit snugly in his hold. perhaps he’d be down to spill it some other time after you butter him up for praises, but right now, caleb just wants to exist in this space where you’re safe and content in his arms.

[luvrlane]

indulging caleb after he gets off work… the fleet leaves no room for mercy, and as a colonel, he has duties to uphold and the grunts to straighten up, on top of hours upon hours of meeting on hand. in short, they’re tedious. there are better things he could be doing with his time, exempli gratia resting at home with you, doing your hair, cooking your favorite meals, and all the tidbits of homely chores that revolve around you and you only. alas, fate has other plans for him, so now he’s stuck in the damned farspace, away from the apple of his love, you.

when he gets home, and he sees you lounging in the big, big sofa, surrounded by plushies that have accumulated from all the time you both spent at the arcade back in linkon, looking all cozy under the blanket, he drops everything before he drops his entire weight on you. sprawled up on top of you, with his uniform still on, the size of his body engulfs you, and caleb has always run like a furnace, the kind that warms you up from the inside. the size of him and the weight were familiar, one that you cannot win over so easily without a fight (because have you seen him? body built upon years and years of persistence, muscles on display as if they’re sculpted by the gods) but strangely, despite knowing this fact, surrendering to him is easy. because caleb has always been gentle with you, because caleb has always put you and your comfort first, because caleb would not compromise on you. so, when you have the farspace colonel as as your personal weighted blanket, body a little too big for the sofa to accommodate the both of you, his legs jutting out, you welcome him by wrapping his arms around neck, resting on his back.

you’d let out half a chuckle and half a huff, surprised by the action but doesn’t fight it, instead you let him be, until you realize he’d fallen into your stomach face-first and had worried he couldn’t breathe that way, so with all your strength, you try to coax him to adjust his position, move his neck, get him to a better position, but he just whines, and you want to melt on the spot. “jus’ need you,” he murmurs, voice rough, and like a puppy, he nuzzles into your stomach instead, feeling brush of hair tickling through the fabric of your shirt.

his cap had fallen to the floor with an ungracious thud, but neither of you could care less. a few minutes later and after your tender fussing ‘baby, that position can’t be comfortable,’ he relents. he shifts, rising to his knees to tug off the heavy coat haphazardly, tossing it somewhere in the room, before he rests his full weight again on you, this time making himself comfortable on the crook of your neck. you swear you hear him purr, the muscles on his back relaxing under your touch, and you wiggle around a little bit to make room for his size. the both of you lay there in silence, your breaths synchronizing with every rise and fall of your chest. you rest your cheek on the side of his head, your fingers raking through his hair, and caleb lets out a sigh before burrowing his face deeper into your neck, lips leaving absentminded litters of pecks on your skin.

[simpingforsim]

˚₊❥ to the people sending hate towards smut writers

before i begin, i would like to make something clear. i, myself, an a smut writer and the current blog you are reading this post on is a smut blog (enhypen’s legal line) which is why i am writing this. however, even though i write smut and run a smut blog, this post is not in defense of all smut writers, this post is in defense of proper smut writers. proper smut writers as in warnings are placed on the top of their fics, somewhere on their blog they state that they write smut / mature content, and their smut related content is about the legal members of whatever group they write about. legal, as in the member/s are 18+

when it comes to smut fics warnings in an author’s fic are there for a reason. warnings are common in both sfw and nsfw imagines. it is your responsibility to read these warnings before reading the fic itself. secondly, the “read more” feature is there for a reason. authors (usually) put the feature before there is an actual smut scene to be read or at the beginning of the story when the plot hasn’t gotten too far along. the paragraphs before the “read more” typically serves as a hook to get you to actually want to continue reading the fic to get to the action. if you’re reading on mobile, your thumb has the capability to scroll past said “read more” feature because no one is making you tap on it. if you’re reading on pc, your mouse / mousepad / keyboard / whatever else there is, it (and you) also have the capability of scrolling past the “read more” because once again, no one is making you click “read more.” you click or tap willingly because it is your choice. thirdly, (most smut authors, at least the ones that i’ve seen) state that their works are smut / mature. whether it’s in their bio, on their blog navigation, or at the top of their masterlist, it’s (usually) stated somewhere at least once on their blog. 

now, if you send anon hate towards smut writers / blogs, you most likely fall under one of two categories: 

the first, is that you’re legal but you’re too immature to be reading smut. if this is the case, then you’re an adult sending hate towards people on the internet, find something better to do with your life.

the second (and probably the more common one), is that you’re underaged and too immature to be reading smut. if you want to read smut underaged, authors have no control over that since the internet is a vast place with billions of people constantly on it. but you still make the choice to read and disregard the warnings. your choices are not an author’s responsibility. as i’ve said earlier, most authors state that their works and blog is nsfw / mature and with you interacting with them through anon, you are actually disrespecting them as a person because minors are not supposed to be interacting with such content (or the blogs as a whole if the authors states not to interact with them) in the first place.

whichever category you fall under, if you’re old enough to have tumblr and are capable of making an account, you’re also capable of blocking blogs and hashtags. if you don’t know how to block a blog or a hashtag then search it up. you are responsible for your internet consumption. the minimum age for tumblr is 13 (i think, do not quote me on this because i am not 100% sure) but at 13 years old, you should be mature enough to not send hate towards people. 

if you’re going to say [member] would be uncomfortable with a fan writing smut about them, you are right in that they probably would be uncomfortable. however, smut falls into the genre of fanfiction and imagines. fanfiction and imagines are not reality which is something that you should be able to distinguish and acknowledge even if you’re reading sfw content. the fluff fics you read that are like:

you feel sunghoon’s hand intertwine with yours and you look up at him to see a light blush on his cheeks. he keeps his eyes straight ahead, too nervous to look at you.

“hold onto me so you don’t fall,” he tells you as the both of you skate around the ice skating rink. 

or the angst fics like:

wet droplets are suddenly felt on your hand and suddenly your tears are uncontrollable. the look of sadness on jay’s face is enough to tell you that this was it, this was the end. 

“the company’s making me break up with you. i’m sorry, love.” love, he always called you. but love wasn’t enough to get him to stay. 

are all fiction. chances are sunghoon’s not gonna go on an ice skating date with you and hold your hand because one, he’s an idol and two, we’re most likely on the other side of the world, thousands of miles away from even getting a glimpse of him in real life. jay isn’t going break up with you because he’s probably not gonna enter a relationship with you in the first place. i write imagines, fluff, angst, and smut. but that’s all they’ll ever be, imagines.

an idol is probably not gonna think to themself “let me go on tumblr / ao3 / wattpad / whatever else and see what’s being written about me x y/n / reader / also whatever else” if anything they’re more likely to see the thirst videos and compilations about them on tiktok, twitter, instagram, and YouTube because idols are more likely to have a burner account on those platforms instead of platforms that focuses on writing such as tumblr, ao3, wattpad, etc. (i think) that there’s a video on YouTube where enhypen’s fever choreography (the hip thrust part) is paired with the weeknd’s song “often” which is a song that is associated with suggestive edits. the first member you see in that video is ni-ki (the maknae who’s only 15) and his hip thrusts. why are smut writers so hated on when thirst video and compilations (related to members that are minors) are so widely praised and liked?

now, here’s what i’d like to say to any engenes out there who see this and want to send hate towards me for writing smut (since that’s the group i write about on here). if you choose to send hate towards me whether it’s because i write smut or you stumbled upon my blog and don’t like the smut that i write, i have a suggestion for you !! instead of sending it through my anon asks, you should reblog whichever fic (or fics) that you read and didn’t like and rant about it in the hashtags by reblogging and ranting about my work i can get better criticism ;)