@afreakingdork Sooo here is my Weak Spot playlist; Donnie focused instrumentals, a lot of his POV to reader, some Reader to Donnie. So far one Donnie to Leo
I scoured my spotify for songs and ran out; i didn't want to clog it with TOO many instrumentals for now, so just a few.
I will continually add to it as i find more, hopefully i'll remember to update this post
Songs are listed with notes and my personal favorite Lyrics as an eye catch, purple for Donnie, Green for Reader!
@garbagemilkshake i used your WS Donnie doodles as the image, you're credited in the playlist description! Let me know if you'd like me to change the image!
Songs; in order of adding them. Feel free to shuffle the playlist!
Bear in mind some of these songs are NSFW
1. NGAHHH!! - Undertale ost
So many Undertale songs fit ANY donnie's Energy
2. Blah Blah Blah - The Oozes
Donnie @ Leo
"You've ruined the colour blue for me"
3. Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe
Donnie to reader
"You didn't have to offer your hand
Cause since I've kissed it I am at your command
But you did"
4. Dummy! - Undertale OST
This song is peak rise Donnie energy in general
5. Everyone But You - The Front Bottoms
Donnie to Reader
"I fell in love
'Cause no one saw me the way you did
And no one's seen me that way since"
6. Love Like You - Steven Universe
Donnie to Reader
"I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true
'Cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you"
7. Blue Moon Motel - Nicole Dollanganger
Reader to Donnie
"Take me to the Blue Moon Motel
Carry me over the threshold
Treat me like I am your young bride
Together on our wedding night
Fuck me in the motel shower
Make my makeup run like a pornstar
Carry me naked to the bed
Fawn my hair out when it's still wet"
8. True Love Café - Nicole Dollanganger
Reader To Donnie
"You have such a beautiful face
I've been dreaming about it between my legs
Come over and crawl into my bed
Kiss me, get me wet, give me head"
9. Lil' Red Riding Hood - Amanda Seyfried
Donnie to Reader
"What a big heart I have
The better to love you with
Little red riding hood
Even bad wolves can be good"
10. This is Love - Air Traffic Controller
Donnie to Reader (big Bad Villain song in general doesn't fit to a T but it is mighty sexy)
"Oh I was hit as a kid
I was good but then I quit
Everyone that tried to fix me
Knows that I can't change a bit
I've got no shame, got no pride
Only skeletons to hide
And if you try to talk to someone
Well then someone has to die
Once you chase me down the hole
Yeah once you think you're in control
You'll believe that we are partners
And you'll feel uncomfortable
Oh then the darkness rolls in
And you'll forget who I have been
But you'll love, love, love it, this is love"
11. 10 Simple Murders - The Future Kings of Nowhere
A Villain song for Donnie
"By this time I had become accustomed to the kill
And I'm not proud about it but I kinda like the thrill
To feel the heartbeat in the throat, the terror in the eyes
The sorry choking noises as they beg you for their lives
Oh, strangulation music... that was number five"
12. Everything Black - Unlike Pluto ft. Mike Taylor
Donnie to Reader
"Baby, you
Should come with me
I'll take you to the dark side
Me and you
You and me
Do bad things in the night time"
13. Addicted To Love - Florence + The Machine
Reader to Donnie
"Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love"
Description: Goading Caleb into calling you Jiejie. Even if not by much, you’re older than him, after all.
WC: 3.5k
So...um...yeah, this is just porn. No plot. (TW: Gege/Jiejie usage) This is for my baby apples who are older than Caleb &/or aren’t but want him to call you Jiejie anyway—teehee. Enjoy, MWAH!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Starting as a coaxing coo, palming his clothed length with your hand in slow strokes during, “Go on…” eventually your voice develops an edge, “say it.”
“Ngh—mm-mm…” Caleb shakes his head side to side desperately, swallowing harshly with rapid blinks when he peers back down at you, his next word coming out like it’s meant for himself—not you, “W-won’t—” His knuckles start to turn white the harder he grips the desk he’s leaning against.
“Oh,” you smile, “but...you will.” Letting your fingertips trail up his length to the head of his cock, vehemently restrained and tugging against his briefs, you swipe only the very tip of your index finger on his head, feeling a warm, wet patch against the cotton. As he’s whining, staring at your slow, torturous finger that’s now making a teasing circle, “Come on, go ahead.”
“Mmm, f-fuck…you’re not even—” his eyes meet yours again, which have been trained on him from the start, wicked and ill-intentioned, “hah, ngh—a full year—”
You hum warmly, interrupting him as you let your finger slip from his tip and trace a line back down to the base of his cock, “Still counts, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm,” his brows knit deeply, another firm gulp occurring in his throat, paired with an occasional buck from his hips toward your hand, “oh my god, p-please, I-I—”
“Hm, I don’t think so…” Down on your knees as you have been, you lean in closer, as if you’re speaking directly to his cock before meeting his eyes again, “You know what I wanna hear.”
You grin at him, watching his built chest rise and fall, quickly but simultaneously deeply, “…Jiejie, please…” Getting what you long for is like soothing and melodic music to your ears; it’s too easy to get him to crack…but man oh man, is it fun—too fun. Still palming him, it gives you time to appreciate the bright flush stretching from his cheeks to his ears, down his neck, even his chest…
“I’m so hard, ngh—” his voice becomes increasingly desperate, “s-so fucking hard, j-just—”
Cutting him some slack due to his inability to finish his sentence, you moan quietly when feeling his cock twitch—jump—under your hand, “Mm, that’s a good boy.”
Slowly, you let your fingertips hook beneath the band of his briefs—his breath immediately hitches, and the sound allows you an additional wicked grin. “So good for me, hm?” He nods pathetically, almost gasping, not even looking at you directly, his eyes fixed on your hands and the slow pull of his briefs outward and down—the glistening head of his cock, slick with precum, finally hitting the air.
He gasps properly now, “F-fuck—”
You make your own sound, somewhere between an appreciative hum and a breathy moan, “Mmm—just look at you…”
“Mhm—” Slow—really slow—in your movements, you haven’t even pulled his briefs completely off yet. His voice is quiet and pleading; his desperation and the sight of his length sending a throb straight to your cunt, “P-please—h-holy shit—” He would never admit it, but he was fearing—badly so—that he was soon to burst from the night’s prolonged teasing.
You can’t help but suck your bottom lip between your teeth when he’s finally, and completely, free, a gentle bob in his weighty cock—practically staring you down. After pressing a feather-light kiss to his slick tip, “You wanna cum in Jiejie’s mouth, hm?”
You smile up at him again, relishing in his vigorous nod, “Y-yes, oh my god, yes. S’bad, p-please—”
“Mm, I’ll reward you for being so good.” You lick a smooth, long stripe up your palm, eliciting an instant and anticipatory throaty groan from him. Setting a deliberate pace, you cautiously wrap your hand around his base, scooting closer and lifting up slightly with your quads until you’re sitting on your heels.
With his jaw alternating between slack and clenched, you start with slow strokes, hardly reaching the halfway point of his cock, “T-thank you, thank y-you…than—” Silencing his repetitious thanks instantly, you carefully wrap your lips around his tip, “Oh, h-holy fuck—”
You can’t not giggle in the form of a small reverberation from your throat, your tongue meeting the underside of the head of his cock as you glide over him to take more, “Mmhm…”
Knowing you’re flippant and very well may stop just to fuck with him, his hands cautiously come off the desk, slowly brushing some hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ears, “S’fuckin’ pretty…my cock s-stretching your mouth open…n-ngh, f-fuck…”
To his surprise, the praise only makes you take more of him, your hand moving a bit faster as it works to meet your mouth in the middle, “M-my god, y-you…your tongue i-is—it’s fuckin’ p-perfect—mmph!”
You sigh a quiet hum against his velvety skin, an originally slow warming of your core now burning. You watch him carefully, drinking in the flex of his taut abs, clenching seemingly each and every time your tongue glides and caresses the underside of his length. With each push, pull, and bob of your head—forward and back—your hand matches the rhythm, a bit of spit now pooling at the corners of your mouth.
“S’good…so, so, so—” his head collapses back momentarily, an attempt to collect and control himself before snapping back up, practically gasping for air that only seems to escape him, “so fuckin’ good—nngh—the b-best…” His thumbs delicately swipe over your cheeks, enjoying the sight of his thick length filling your mouth, your lips tightly wrapped around him.
When he presses into one of your cheeks with his thumb, you give him a look—a subtle warning, but he only grins, “I’m still—hah, mmm—s-shit, I’m still y-your Gege, hm?”
You release a subtle moan against his cock, slowly pulling your mouth off him but allowing your hand to still work him, “Yes. Yes, you are.” He moans openly to your confirmation, his eyes never leaving yours as you also utter the moans he longs to hear.
“Now…” you slow the stroke of your hand, “be a good boy for Jiejie...and cum—” stopping somewhere in the middle of his impressive length, you jut your tongue out, staring up at him as you tap the head of his cock against your tongue and between words, “…right…here…”
His voice is almost a chuckle—almost, “Oh, y-you’re so—” he gaps loudly, shuttering, when you deliberately grind the base of your tongue against his frenulum, his hips bucking forward, eyes fixed on your inviting mouth—swollen and flushed lips—and the head of his cock running back and forth over your tongue, “Fuck—! Nngh!” Staying as you are, you release a restrained moan when a hot, thick rope of his cum shoots and spreads across your tongue, gliding down and into your throat. Hardly—but still—swiping your tongue, your hand moves faster, reaching just below the head of cock as you jerk him off into your mouth.
The look on his face and the whimpers mixed with guttural groans send repeated throbs through your cunt, your clit practically twitching to each beautiful sound he makes, “Fuuuck, oh m-my god, y-you—” He can’t form proper sentences, each rope of his delicious cum he gives you ending them and forcing him to start another, “P-perfect, y-you’re—” By then, your eyes are mutually locked, a glimmer of satisfaction resounding in yours, “S’good—pips, fuck me—h-holy—so, so, so—ngh!”
Swallowing along the way, more than once, “W-wait—wait—mmm—h-hold on—” You know what he wants. Residual cum in your mouth, your hand still gripped on his cock, you let what’s left spill partially over your bottom lip. He’s quick to catch it before it can drip, using his thumb to spread it across and over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, “Fuuck, look at that—” Your lips wrap around his thumb, sucking softly while the pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, pushing down slightly, “S’fuckin’ pretty…”
Suddenly lacking your bravado of control, you moan around his thumb, the noise sounding louder when he pops his digit out of your mouth, leaving you to happily swallow again—whatever, and all, of what’s left. When you finally release his cock from your hand, he’s pushing off the desk and bending down to quickly hook his hands under your armpits and yank you off the floor, “Kiss m-me—kiss me right fuckin’ now.”
Wasting not a spilt second, you’re throwing your arms around his neck, your mouths quick to connect—tongues first, “Mmph—nngh—” The sounds you make match, a gentle hum as you both cock your heads in opposite directions, exploring the warmth, pace, and taste of each other—the taste of him.
With a strand of saliva that snaps between your lips as you both pull away, “Mm—fuckin’ hell—you w-wreck me…” You grin, leaning in to kiss him again, but he tips back, his arms tightening around you, “You have no idea...” but you force it, crashing down onto him again. This leaves him only with the option to speak between wet, desperate kisses, “Wanna…need to—mm, ngh—make you cum.” You just keep coming back, “Let me…taste you…nngh…need it…s’fuckin’…badly.” You don’t stop kissing him—you can’t, it’s too addicting.
You gasp into his mouth when both of his hands clamp onto your waist like a vice, lifting you straight off the ground, “C’mere,” turning around to place you onto the desk he was just “sitting” on.
You release a surprised giggle, “Ah! H-hey—!” You’re actually properly sitting with the way he places you. Already completely naked, that makes the next series of actions easier—much easier.
He shakes his head softly, his eyes dark, “Mm-mm.” Leaning into your neck, his teeth sink into your skin before he speaks in a low tone, “You got what you wanted. My turn.” Tired of waiting, he parts from your body and drops to his knees with a thud.
“Oh,” you try your damnedest not to let your voice falter as he places one of your thighs at a time over his shoulders, “so, you didn’t want what you just got, is that it?”
Palming—massaging—your quads in his hands, his eyes are fixed on your dripping wet cunt, a moan escaping his throat at the sight of how wet making him cum got you, “…Didn’t say that.”
Sputtering from the look in his eyes when he gazes back up at you, hair messy and clinging to his forehead, “Hm—sure s-sounded like—” He looks away again and you’re cut off by his mouth immediately engulfing you, a warm caress of his lips at the top of you curvature, his tongue following soon after to part your slit, “Oh my god—C-Caleb—”
Panting, he shakes his head, placing sloppy, reckless kisses to your slit before speaking, “Uh-uh—Gege.” You can’t respond before his tongue is back on you, swiping at your clit, a gentle massage with the rounded and center base of his tongue.
Just as he did, you grip the desk, “S-shit—your tongue—”
“Mhm—” He’s, in effect, making out with your cunt, a shaky hum sounding with each kiss, lick, and suck. Pulling away partially, he licks a slow stripe up the length of your messy slit, his eyes landing on yours when the tip of his tongue meets your clit, “Say it, or I’ll stop.”
With a quiet but mocking laugh, “Is this y-your revenge, hm? Punishment for Jiejie?”
He raises his brows in defiance, leaning away, “Fine—”
You sit up a bit, “Okay—okay! So needy, hm, Gege?” Reaching out with one hand to lace your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, you pull him forward again, “Don’t pout, c’mere.” Alongside your guidance, he gets closer, his eyes flicking between yours and your wet cunt directly in front of his face, “Mhm—closer.” He groans when your grip tightens, “Good boy.” He can’t refrain from kissing your slit again, earning a hum from you before you speak again, “Gege, will you pleeease make me cum?” When he looks up at you, you’re sure to play up your appreciative whine, “You’re sooo good at it. The best.”
He groans deeply, his eyes not knowing where to land. Your warm eyes? Your heaving breasts? Or, your inviting, dripping cunt? Wet for him, and him only. He swallows harshly, “Now you’re just taunting me...”
You gently shake your head, “Mm-mm.” Moving your one hand temporarily, you rake both of your hands through his hair, a light tug as you lace your fingers through it, prompting him to look up at you properly, “I mean it.” You watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows again, his eyes overtly soft—nearly pleading, “No one can make me feel like you do, Gege.” When you say those words, a quiet whimper escapes him. “I can see how bad you want it...” Using his hair, you pull him closer, “So…just take it, hm?”
With his eyes fixed back on your cunt, he hardly nods, possessed and driven to move closer—and closer. He does want it—badly. You gasp when his tongue gently meets your clit. “That’s it…” with each quiet whimper from you, he goes the slightest bit faster, his tongue a smooth, gentle lap, “g-good boy.”
His hands return to your thighs, squeezing the muscle under his wide palms, seeming to—if anything—push and nudge your thighs to close in around his head, “O-oh my god, mhm—s-see? Why would Jiejie lie?” He hums a satisfied groan, the vibrations from his pleased vocalizations making you twitch, “S’good—the absolute b-best—nngh—” you release a sharp whine followed by a gasp when his lips form a tight circle over your clit, applying a light vacuumed pressure as he sucks, “mmph!”
After the sound of low suckle stops, he pops his mouth off of you with a gasp. In between light kitten licks to your clit, “Fuck—taste s’good—mmm—” he can’t help but press the whole of his mouth back against you, grinding his tongue on your clit just to hear you moan again before speaking further, “want you…to…cum…” He resumes a consistent pace, needing the sound of you moaning to flood his ears...more than he needs absolutely anything else.
“Oh m-my god, mhm, just like that—ngh!” Despite your words, he stops suddenly, leaving you wholly desperate and panting loudly—your chest heaving dramatically. “H-hey—!”
Maybe he does want revenge. Just a little bit, is all...
He looks up at you with a wicked grin, his lips and chin glistening and slick, “Such a good girl.” Letting one of his hands leave your thighs, he swipes his thumb as delicately as he’s able over your clit, slowly and repeatedly in a short up and down motion, “Are you gonna cum for Gege?”
“Y-yes, yes—!” He grins once more, pressing his lips into your inner thigh, “F-fuckin’ shit…Gege, keep going—p-please…”
He hums into your thigh before biting your flesh, hard, “That’s more like it, hm?”
“Please, p-please, your m-mouth feels s’fuckin’ good— I-I—”
His voice is low, warm breath washing over you but partially blocked by his thumb, “One more time, Jiejie.”
“Gege, please—make me cum—I w-want—” You’re gasping as his thumb leaves you, replaced by his mouth hungrily back on you—sparing little time in sucking your clit. Your voice is a sharp whine, near a shriek, “Fuuck—f-fuck!”
See? Just a little bit...
Glossed over by the sounds of your pleasure, you swear you hear him laugh against you—well, you’re at least sure you feel it, a low vibration against your clit when he switches back to a deliberate grind with his tongue. “S-shit—shit, m’gonna, m’gonna—!” Determined for him not to go anywhere, your fingers thread through his hair again, pulling him as close as he can possibly get to your cunt. With the same exact—if not stronger—determination as you, his hands grip your thighs bruisingly, he himself humming and groaning as you fall apart on his tongue.
As he’s caught between your legs, you twitch—nearly kick—your feet pressing into his broad back as he works you through each lasting sensation. “Caleb—C-Caleb, oh m-my fucking god! S-slow down—slow dow—f-fuck! It’s s-s’good—I c-can’t—I ca—” As your voice peters out into nothing but whiny moans, he shakes his head “no” to the extent he’s able between your squeezing thighs, only holding you tighter as he wraps his lips to suck again, “Ah! Hah, nngh, fuck!”
Eyes closed, he sounds completely animalistic below you, working, and working quickly, to bring you to a second cascading orgasm—more intense than the last. “Gege—mmph! H-holy shit, stop, s-stop—oh my—” he doesn’t stop, “nngh!”
Okay, maybe more than just a little bit...
Eventually unsure of the count of your end—or ends, rather—he doesn’t stop until you’re yanking his hair hard enough to pull him off of you, the lower half of his face soaked. Trembling on the desk—just about ready to fold forward—he’s nudging your thighs off his shoulders, standing up in a rush, and wedging his hips between your legs, wrapping your legs around him in the process.
“You sound...” he grips your chin harshly with his index finger and thumb, “s’fuckin’ perfect when you cum.” He crashes his lips onto yours, speaking between hot, wet, and broken kisses—the taste of you permeating in both of your mouths, “When you…cum…for Gege…hm?”
“Y-yes—” Before you can continue, you’re gasping to the feeling of his painfully hard cock grinding against your drenched slit, “Oh m-my god—” Between more sloppy kisses, “So hard—a-already, hm? Didn’t I just—”
He sounds almost irritated, having had enough with your brattiness all damn day, “Fucking duh, ’course I am—mmm—f-fuck—love makin’ you cum.” Peeling his mouth from yours, he leans back just enough, taking his cock in his hand to drag it up and down the length of your parted slit, particular in rubbing his tip against your swollen clit until you whimper.
“F-fuck, Gege—put it in—r-right now.” You latch onto his moving forearm, using your other hand to grip his opposite bicep, “I n-need to feel you.”
Ripping his eyes away from the beautiful sight of teasing you, he’s grinning when he looks at you, his cock under his control not stopping, “Look who’s desperate now, hm?”
You sink your nails into his skin further, awaiting—and receiving—a welcomed hiss from him, “Shut up and fuck me, would you?”
He tsks, tapping the head of his cock against your clit, “So bossy, Jiejie.”
Biting back a moan, your eyes switching from his cock to his amused expression, “You—ngh—l-like it.”
“Mmhm, I really—ngh—” he runs his tip back down to your entrance, slowly pushing into you, “mmm...really fucking do...” You share the same relieved moan, adjusting under the pressure of one another—sure to hold onto each other as tightly as you’re able.
As he sinks, you both watch his cock disappear into you, “Mmph! M-more, more, s-so—nngh!”
When you both look away from the closing distance, his forehead presses against yours, “Jiejie, your pussy feels amazing—p-perfect—s’perfect…”
You smile, struggling to hold the expression and to speak through a series of broken moans when he starts to intentionally thrust into your aching cunt, “T-thought you didn’t w-wanna call me—”
His voice carries a specific grit, his hips snapping forward to fill you completely, “Quiet—” but that grit is lost as he feels your walls squeeze, pulse, and hug around him—as he listens to you moan loudly for him, “mm—h-holy fuck—” You allow both of your hands to come around his shoulders, your nails sinking, scratching at his soft skin.
Holding you close, he nuzzles his face into your neck, his hands gripping your hips to scoot you closer to the desk’s edge—or, better yet, further onto his cock, the torque of his hips only getting faster and faster with each gasping second shared between the both of you. “S-shit, yes, y-yes! Mmhm, right t-there—!” He groans into your neck, biting you again, “Gege, don’t f-fuckin’ stop—ngh!”
Growling into your neck, “Thaaat’s it.” You cling desperately to him, moaning—mewling—at each instance of the head of his cock pressing into your G-spot with repetitive intensity, “Much better, pips. Goood fuckin’ girl for me, huh?” One of his hands leaves your hip, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head to the side. With easier access to your ear, his voice is a harsh and close whisper, “Want Gege to fill you up...again, hm?”
“Yes—y-yes, oh my god—I need y-your cum—all of i-it, all of it, a-all—” Interrupting you, he laughs at your stuttering—at your eager and repetitive desperation for him.
“Don’t worry, Jiejie…Gege will give you everything you want...”
Caleb is just a big oversized baby in the mornings! Caleb x gn!mc
morning slipped through the curtains. You could feel Your husband Caleb from behind you, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist and legs snaking like an octopus around your own to prevent you from escaping.
You felt him slightly nuzzling into your hair as he gently snored. It felt too cozy to leave, with the ac running just cool enough to make you want to melt into your husband.
A shame that it was still a Thursday morning of work. In any minute, would your alarm-
“turn this shit offffff..”
Caleb groaned, burying himself deeper into your neck. You giggled, shifting your body to face him and cradle his face.
“Good morning, handsome.” You sang.
“Mm no.”
“Another glorious day of work today!”
“No.”
“Hm, wonder who you’re gonna yell at today! So many mysteries to uncover..”
“shut uppp.” he whines loudly And he pulls you in tighter. You squeal and try to pry his hand off of you. “calebb, we gotta get up!”
“Hmm, no we don’t.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.” He responds smugly and you scoff a laugh at how childish he was being. “I’ll go start to make coffee, that’ll wake you up…”
so after maneuvering from a clingy and whiny husband, you stood next to the counter, waiting for the hit water in the kettle to boil, when you felt those familiar warm hands tangling themselves again and a hard and arched chest pressed on your back, with a head inside your collarbone again.
You giggled as you felt lazy peppered kisses mark you. “You left me.”
“Baby, one of us had to be the responsible adult here, hm? We can’t miss work.”
“Can’t we just take the day off? I might explode again if I have to let go of you.”
You groaned and swatted his chest. “Caleb! Don’t say stuff like that!”
“It’s true! It’ll be your fault that the colonel died from a broken heart that’s now blasted into smithereens.”
You stirred sugar into your mug. “Hm, good! Maybe I won’t have to hear a certain 25 year old whining, huh?”
“You’re so mean to your Gege and husband, pipsqueak.”
I love my big baby. Also I had no loving arms to wake up to and instead just some kid pissing in the pool again.
Taglist for Caleb: nobody because you all hate me
❕cw: pseudo-incest, degradation, hyperspermia, blowjob, mentions of creampie, mentions of piss, mentions of p in v sex
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“m’sorry it’s a lot— gege just has so much to give you, baby, fuuuck,”
yanking himself out of her mouth, he decides to fist his cock so he can watch himself release onto her tongue.
his foreskin slides over his tip so prettily, the wet schilks making her thighs tighten in arousal. she wishes she could just shove him down and ride out his orgasm, bounce in his lap until she properly breaks. her knees ache with bruises and the left one is busted with blood smearing onto the bathroom tile— too eager to suck his cock as soon as he’d got undressed.
‘what a day, huh?’ her voice was sultry and caleb already had her pawing at his zipper.
“here it comes, pips. take all of it, my pretty little cumslut. mhm-hmm, yeeeah. brother’s cum looks so good on your tongue. that’s it, keep drinking it— shit baby, you’re killin’ me— not gonna stop— hah!”
he doesn’t. he has way too much. thick, copious spurts of white shoot onto the back of her tongue and down her esophagus, splashing against it just as aggressively as his piss does. heaps of it drool down the corners of her mouth and plap onto the floor, an aggressive gargle coming from her overwhelmed state.
god, he’d urinate, too, if he had any in his bladder to offer.
“who said you could waste it?” he growls, fingers digging into her cheek as he grips it admonishingly.
“m’sorry!” her whines are drowned out by the last few ropes of his climax gargling in the back of her throat.
he lets his cock bob freely, pushing his hand down on it only to let it come back up in rebound. proving that he’s still hard. that he needs more.
“caleb, i—“
suddenly, she’s being swept up and off her feet, carrying her with one arm and throwing her like it’s nothing onto their bed. leaning up onto her elbows, she’s breathless. not from the manhandling, but just by how gorgeous he is. his naked body and the way his cock stands up so angrily…
“gonna take this dick until you show gege just how sorry you really are.”
once you recognise the ubiquitous and inevitable fandom life cycle it becomes much easier to free yourself from it and just keep enjoying things in a more healthy way while still thinking critically about them
1.1k words; masterlist; incl. nsfw/suggestive content mdni !!!, fem. reader, dry humping/grinding/light groping, est. relationship, nicknames (pipsqueak/pips, honey, baby), reader is needy + caleb is pretending he's not,, not proofread, IF YOU KNOW ME IRL YOU DIDNT SEE THIS OK SCROLL I BEG
a/n: i just wrote some BULLSHITTTT (horny edition)
you're so mad at him.
caleb promised you that he'd be all yours tonight. he'd held your hand and kissed your knuckles like it was a vow, waxing poetic about how he wouldn't let anything keep him away from you this evening.
and yet, here he is, holed up at his desk after he'd barely just gotten home, having told you not to wait for him to eat dinner.
now, it's creeping late, and what stirs in the depths of your gut is decidedly not hunger. not for food, at least.
you knock timidly at his door, half expecting and half fearing that his colonel voice will be what greets you.
"come in, pips." you let out a silent sigh of relief as you open the door, offering a slightly nervous smile. caleb turns his head sharply, his features a little stiff with what seems to be exhaustion, unsurprisingly.
he's still in his uniform, mostly, though it's warm in the house - he's down to just his button-up shirt and trousers, with his outer layers lying discarded on a chair across the room with his hat.
you just... stand, for a moment feeling a little awkward, what with the chill on your skin as you stand in just your shorts and top, as well as from the very evident tension radiating off of him.
"is- is everything going okay?" you ask, blinking wide at the harsh desklamp by his head.
his gaze softens as he looks at you, though, and he finds himself brushing his hair back off his forehead a little.
"nearly done." a small smile flickers across his features, though his eyes are tired. "i'm sorry, pips, i know i said we could hang out tonight. i'll be all yours in..." he glances at the clock. "...half an hour, promise."
"it's okay. i get it." you find yourself reassuring him. "it's not your fault."
he nods, his eyes fluttering shut in a long, slow blink before opening again to reveal exhaustion in your favourite shade of violet.
it's quiet. something lingers in the air between you, words hidden behind looks that are too cryptic for either of you to decode when all you want is each other.
"can i sit with you for a bit?" you ask before you can stop yourself, twisting and untwisting your fingers.
that makes him smile, warm and bright and your favourite version of him by far.
"course you can, honey." you move to grab an extra chair to pull up beside him, but he stops you. "no, no, c'mere." he gestures to his lap, and you feel your cheeks flush with heat. "i think i need a hug from my girl for motivation." he says with a cheeky lilt to his voice.
you have no choice but to clamber on to his lap, his gloved hands flying to your waist to steady you when you wobble. then, he's wrapping his arms around your middle to hug you tight. you drape your own over his shoulders, his face pressing close into your neck as he inhales deeply, holding for a few beats before pulling back.
"alright." he exhales. "needed that." he murmurs like it's over, but his grip on you doesn't let up. if anything, he's pressing you down, and you can't help but squirm. the movement, a slight jolt of your hips has electricity sparking up your spine, and you bite back a whimper that feels like it's been stuck in the back of your throat for a while.
"caleb..." you whisper breathlessly, your hips grinding just a little into his lap.
his focus is soon fixed at the screen over your shoulder again, it would seem, if not for how one hand lingers at your waist, gently guiding your movements, pressing you down against a familiarly growing bulge in his pale uniform trousers.
"that's it, pips, take what you need." he murmurs, and your forehead drops to his shoulder as you let out a whine of his name.
you roll your hips against his, harder each time like you're trying to go deeper, barred from really feeling him by a few layers of fabric. your soft cotton panties grow damper by the second, and your tiny shorts are so flimsy that caleb can practically feel you pulse, even with the stiff fabric of his trousers in the way.
you suck in a breath, clenching around nothing, clit jumping against slick cotton so deliciously that your stomach flips.
but it's not enough. not when caleb is still feigning concentration on his work - his focus might be forced, but either way, his attention isn't yours, and you whine for him again.
"caleb-" you draw out the syllables of his name in a breathy whimper. "can't-" your movements falter as your balance teeters, and he fastens his one-handed grip on your hip, his hand slipping under your shirt to palm at bare skin while the other is still tapping at a screen. his fingertips press into your skin with an intensity that makes your head spin, but the pressure forces you to slow down, too, and your eyebrows knit into a frown as you cry out softly in frustration.
"almost done, baby, i promise." he reassures you, the picture of serenity to anyone but you.
because as you grind your hips down in shallow circles, even with your range of movement limited by his firm hand, you feel his cock twitch, now fully hard under you, prominent even through far too many layers of clothes. it's a dead giveaway, really, that this is as hard for him as it is for you.
"can you-" you buck your hips, harder than before, and he takes a sharp breath in, just a touch laboured and it's enough to make the heat in your core deepen. "can you be a good girl for me, pipsqueak? just for a little longer?" he murmurs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, the feeling making you quiver again.
you bite down on your lip, nuzzling into his neck in an attempt to seek some kind of comfort. he draws soothing little circles into your skin with his thumb, and you squeeze your eyes shut, summoning every bit of will that you can as you nod, twice, short and sharp, but it's enough.
"that's my girl. gonna make you feel so good, honey. gonna give you everything you want."
a/n ii: im sorry guys the late night horny demons took over my brain and i wrote most of this in one sitting no proofreading nothing we die like josephine this is prob ass but wtv enjoy ily mwah
You quietly open the door to your apartment and slip inside, moving just silently so you won’t wake Caleb. Usually, he picks you up after a night out drinking but tonight, he couldn’t.
After his 42h mission, he had to head straight home and get some rest. He’d never admit it out loud, but even he has limits. He ordered you a cab, tracked your location, made sure you texted him on the way… but ended up falling asleep before you arrived which is very unlike him.
Still drunk, you stumble into the bedroom, pulling on one of Caleb’s shirts, the fabric draping over you and sliding down past your hips. Breathing in his scent, a rush of heat spreads through you – you want him.
You crawl onto your side of the bed, not even bothering to wash up. He always says he likes your “natural morning taste” better anyway.
The warm light of the bedside lamp casts a soft glow across his face, highlighting his strong features.
“How are you so ridiculously good-looking, Caleb? It’s so annoying,” you whisper, gently tracing his thick eyebrows with your fingers.
Caleb likes to sleep naked. Partly because it’s more comfortable, but also because he prefers it when you also don’t wear panties to bed; “easy access” you recall him saying. So, in his own way, he adjusts for your pleasure too.
“Look at you,” you whisper, pushing his hair back to reveal his forehead:
“So. Fucking. Handsome. Ridiculous!”
You tug the blanket down slightly, watching his chest rise and fall with each slow breath.
“Damn… you’re outgrowing me,” you mutter looking at his huge tits, but not actually complaining.
“Seriously… bigger than mine!” you giggle as you give his soft chest a teasing squeeze.
“I bet you wouldn’t mind if I…” you trail off, your head still spinning, though you’re not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the sight of him.
"…it’s not like I haven’t caught you sneaking a taste or two of me before…,” you say, pulling the blanket down further, your hand slowly brushing over him.
“…thinking I was fast asleep,” you justify.
“So big… hehe.”
There’s an unspoken understanding between you two, something that never needed words when it came to consenting to each other’s fantasies. You’ve never really talked about this, but you both “just know”. You start moving your hand slowly, watching him closely for any reaction.
“My sweet boy… you must be so exhausted, not even noticing….”
your lips brush against his veins above his cock now, “…when your precious baby is taking advantage of you… you’re missing aaaall the fun.”
You desperately want to take him into your mouth, feeling how he’s already hard against your lips, but your head feels too heavy, the room is slightly spinning.
Plan B it is!
“You just stay still Lebleb…it’s my time in the cockpit now,” you giggle at your bad joke as you clumsily climb on top of him.
“God, Caleb, I’m so–horny right now,” you complain under your breath, realizing you’ll have to do all the work yourself. “I can’t even use your Evol for help, so unfair. Making me do all the work myse–hold on!”
You climb off again, stumbling out of bed and nearly tripping over his thick thigh.
“Shit, fuck that was close. Ok, still sleeping i guess, damn, he’s really sleeping like a rock.”
You grab your phone, deciding you want a little souvenir. You prop it up on the bedside table, angled just right for it to capture his lower body and you above him.
“Oh, this is good!! Really good!!” you chuckle, hitting record.
You already know you’ll use this to tease him later, you have no intention of sending it. Caleb lets out a quiet huff, shifting slightly.
“How dare you have nightmares while I’m about to fuck you? Rude,” you climb back on top of him.
You sit upright, guiding his hard cock between your slit, slowly grinding against him. At first, it’s a shallow roll of your hips, testing the pressure, the angle without losing balance.
You shift slightly, adjusting until it hits just right, until your movements fasten and send a sharper spark through you, your fingers curl into the sheets beside him as you start to find a rhythm.
Caleb loves when you use him like this. When you chase your own pleasure. He especially loves watching you like this…
You move carefully, making sure the angle is just right for his cock to rub your clit, holding back your moans so you don’t wake him and ruin your fun.
“Fuuuck… Caleeeeb,” you whisper under your breath. It’s addictive; the way you can use him like this, the way his body responds so easily and quickly.
You lean forward, pressing kisses all over his face, leaving behind soft lipstick marks everywhere. You grab your phone, flipping the camera to his face, cupping his marked cheeks as you tilt his head side to side.
“Yeah… that’s right. You’re mine,” you whisper hungrily, your voice possessive.
“You hear that? You belong to me.”
"Having fun?”
You freeze.
Your phone immediately slips from your hand, landing on his chest.
Caleb is awake.
His hand firmly wraps around your wrist, his gaze fixed on you now.
Description: You’re stuck and need Caleb’s help. (Gege, help! I’m stuck!)
WC: 1.3k
@smeetywerben this is long overdue I’m SORRY!!! I made this as non dub!con as possible, lol. (TW: Gege usage, creampie is a bit coercive) In the early stages of a physical relationship, Gege loses his cool, TEEHEE whoops. Enjoy, mwah!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
After having reached up to a high shelf past the kitchen counter, when you slide back down, the bottom hem of your sweater gets caught on a chipped divot in the wood countertop, latching onto a thread. When and if you move too much, you notice the snag only getting worse. “Caleb! Ugh, ngh—Caleb!”
Shortly after you call out to him, you hear quick footsteps from down the hall, “What!? …What? Is everything okay—” Suddenly, the footsteps stop—it sounded like he had barely entered the kitchen.
Trying to turn your head without further ruining your favorite article of clothing, you can’t get a good look at him, “My sweater, it’s stuck—can you—”
With a short chuckle, he interrupts, “Are you seriously stuck?”
“Shush! Help me! This is my favorite sweater, I really don’t wanna pull a thread, just—”
His footsteps continue, “Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll help.” When you viscerally feel his presence directly behind you, his voice drops, “You know…you look real cute tryin’ to balance on your tippy toes…”
You snap your head in the opposite direction, still unable to see him properly, “Caleb!”
“Hm? It’s true…” His hands land above your hips, slowly sliding down until he’s palming the prominent bones under his hands.
“H-hey!”
He takes an additional step forward, his hips making subtle contact with your ass, “Mmm…”
The act causes you to teeter on your toes, “S-stop it—my sweater!”
“Shh, don’t move.” His grip on you tightens as he drives his hips forward, “You’ll snag your sweater, remember?”
“Ugh! Y-you...”
His voice is lazy—unfocused, “Hm?”
“You’re a jerk!”
His voice becomes a low mumble, his eyes fixed on the lack of space between you as he grinds forward, “Mhm, yeah, yeah…”
Feeling his length quickly stiffen against you, “S-shit—”
“S’cute, bent over in front of me…” Suddenly, there’s no pressure from his hips and his hands leave you.
There’s then a loud thud on the kitchen floor—the act of him dropping to his knees that you can’t see, “Ngh! H-hey, what a-are you—!” Without a proper warning or indication, both of his hands grope your ass, his thumbs resting just below the lower curve of each cheek, gripping and spreading you lightly within the confines that clothes will allow, “Mmph!”
You gasp loudly when you feel his mouth press a kiss against your clothed slit, wedging his face between your legs in the process. The groan from his throat makes your legs twitch, “Mm, ngh—w-wait—my sweat—” You’re silenced and gasping yet again when he replaces his mouth with his thumb, creating a gentle swiping motion up and down along the length of your slit, “Oh m-my—”
Groaning again, “S’pretty…”
“Caleb!”
“You could move, y’know. It’s just a sweater.” His thumb finds your clit, adding a soft, delicate pressure, “But here you are, staying in place for me, hm?” When he starts to rub a small circle, “Haven’t asked me to stop, either.”
“Y-you—” He adds more pressure with his thumb, causing your voice to crack, “F-fuck…”
After kissing and biting your ass and thighs through your clothes, in what feels like record time, everything you’re both wearing from the waist down is pooled at your ankles, and he’s been rutting his pitifully hard length between your thighs, a calculated drag against your slit—the head of his cock frequently grazing the tip your clit. “C-Caleb! Ngh!”
“Shh, be a good girl for Gege, hm?” Stealing the air straight from your lungs, his tip presses into your entrance, “Mmm, you feel so good, let me just stay like t-this for a sec’...”
While this wasn’t the first time the two of you had sex, thus far you could still count the number of times on both hands—and none of them were under conditions like this. These times were sweet, slow, and tempered—an adjustment to a barrier broken.
“Nngh—s’big, I feel y-you t-twitching...”
His groan is deep, full of a dwindling restraint, “Yeah, it’s because y-you’re s’tight…” How wet you are makes it easier for him to make short thrusts in and out, allowing you to take more—and more—of him with each thrust, “Still nice n’ wet for my cock inside though, hm?”
You can’t help but wiggle your hips back slightly, supporting him in how he inches into you, “Mmhm—ngh!”
“S-sorry, couldn’t h-help it—s’right there—had to feel.” Slowly, he pulls out before pushing back in, “My god—mmm—made for me, feels s’amazing…”
“S-shit—Caleb—” he pushes the rest of the way forward suddenly, until his groin is completely flush against your ass, “ah!”
Arching forward to loom over you, his voice is particularly quiet, although still somehow unrestrained—if not commanding, “Gege, hm?”
Through a broken moan, you comply with his less than subtle request, “Gege—p-please—”
He groans deeply, pulling out again before snapping back, “Y-you were grinding on me p-practically all of yesterday...t-this feels better, hm?”
You nod, thinking back to the day prior, your voice faltering into a needy whine, “Ngh—y-yes—mmhm—it’s j-just—wanna l-look at you.”
“Awh, s’cute—” He lurches over you completely, his cock sinking all the way back inside you until you’re mewling out desperate whines. With his left hand, he grips your jaw and cocks your head to the side and back.
Still unable to get a complete look at one another—but enough of one—he’s quick to press his lips against yours, thrusting his hips forward in shorter strokes again considering the closeness of the angle, his cock repeatedly pressing into your G-spot with little—very little—time between each tap. “Mm—nngh—!”
His following sentiment comes out hot and desperate against your lips, “Are you gonna be good for me? Let me fill you up, yeah?”
“Nngh—I-I—”
Interrupting, his voice is a coaxing coo, “Shh, I feel you squeezing me—ngh—asking for my cum, huh?”
Lost to the feeling of him stretching you, you nod weakly, “Mmhm…” Your confirmation causes him to grip your hips with a vice-like quality. Standing up a bit straighter again, the lewd and sudden smacking of his groin against your ass echos throughout the kitchen.
“F-fuck, pips, so, so, s’good—love the feelin’ of y-you—m’gonna—!” The last buck forward from his hips is hard, his body freezing—trembling—as each pump of his release easily and quickly spills into you. Rather than retract and snap forward with each segment of his release like he has before, he holds himself there through it all, filling you to the brim with his cock while he cums—whimpers falling out from his mouth each time he feels you squeeze and convulse around him.
Struggling to stop the ever-present quake in your legs, “I b-better not have—ngh—s-snagged my sweater…”
Through a series of ragged breaths, “I think you got yourself caught here on purpose.”
“N-no! I did not! Y-you—” You whimper, still feeling him twitch while you clench—forced to clear your throat in order to compose yourself, “Just help m-me get it loose, would you?”
“Mmhm…” Carefully and slowly, he pulls out of you completely; slick and still hot, cum drips off his cock and begins to pool near your entrance, “Fuck…look at that, pips…”
You whine, leaning further against the counter to spare your sweater—that has absolutely already snagged, “You’re s-so—!”
“You look s’pretty…nice ’n full of me, hm?” His eyes are fixed on your cunt, your legs more spread having had accommodated him between them, cum past the point of pooling and now starting to drip out of you, “Hm, ngh—that won’t do, let’s put it back where it belongs, yeah?”
His index and middle finger glide along your slit, collecting a combination of your wetness and his cum before dipping back inside you. You’re sent lurching forward again, moaning against the counter when his fingers curl slightly.
Who knows when you or your sweater will be spared. After all, you haven’t cum yet—and that...won’t do, either.
cw masturbating on call 🍋🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)
It started out innocent enough.
Caleb had called you for his well-deserved daily updates; right now, he was chuckling in response to your story of the shiba-inu refusing to leave your side until you ruffled the fur on it's head. Multiple times. "I don't blame 'em. I'd do the same if I was that dog."
You roll your eyes even though he can't see you. "You do it anyways, even though you aren't a dog."
That gets a real laugh out of him. "Do I now, pips? Name one time I've acted like that."
Glaring at your phone, you scoff.
"Oh, please. What about that time you wouldn't let me leave for my mission until I gave you a kiss? Or that time you practically whined at me to give you headpats."
There's movement on his end—the sound of bedsheets rustling, of him taking in a deep breath.
"Y-yeah? Bet those are the only two you can name, though."
Sitting up, you press the phone to your ear hotly, pouting. "Don't tell me you've forgotten the time you almost knocked me over in a tackle the second I came through the door of your house, slobbering me with your kisses. You're like a big ol' golden retriever, you know that?"
Silence.
"Caleb?" You furrow your brows, worried you accidentally hurt his feelings. "You okay?"
"Mmmhm.. yeah, pips, I'm—I'm fine," he grunts. "Keep talkin'. What else did'ya do today?"
You open your mouth to give a retort that he does not, in fact, sound fine, when he lets out a shaky exhale.
And then the gears clink into place.
"Caleb, are you getting off to my voice?"
Caught red-handed, there's a lengthy pause from him—then, he just chuckles, warm and soothing. It crawls through your ear and shoots straight to your gut, settling there and beginning to burn.
"What else am I meant t'do when—ugh, fuck—my perfect girl is talking to me in such a degrading way?"
Your cheeks run hot with shame. Sputtering for an answer, you clench your fists and try to ignore the way your cunt is starting to flutter wildly at his words.
"How long have you been…?"
"Mnnggh… do the specifics really matter, pips?" You can just hear his shit-eating grin through the phone. "Let's jus' say I love listening to my girl talk. That's—haah!—that's all."
Caleb seems to take your lack of response as permission to continue. Now that his secret's out, he seems to let go a little, all rough breaths and throaty groans. Underneath the layer of his melodic sounds is the unmistakable plap, plap, plap of his calloused hand meeting the base of his cock. You wipe away the drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth.
"God, pips, why'd'ya have to be so far away?" Caleb's gripes are muffled by his moans as he chases his release. "Fuck, you hear me gettin' off t'ya? Listen to what you do t'me, pretty girl. Just your voice and I'm gone. All f'you, pips, hahh—fuck."
Your fingers are moving without you realizing, slowly starting to circle your clit. Your moans are softer than Caleb's, barely even there, but he notices. He always does. And he revels in it.
"Yeah? You touchin' yourself f'me, pips? Gettin' yourself all nice and wet for me? C'mon, big girl, use your words."
Spurred on by his encouragement, you dip a finger inside yourself, wishing it was his thick fingers instead. You can't get enough of his gruff tone, so close to spilling his cum all over his hands, and fuck—it should be you he's cumming in—
"C-caleb… need you…"
"Dontcha worry, pretty girl, you got me," he groans, your stomach doing backflips at his voice; it's choked up, raw, desperate.
"I'm all yours, 'kay? When I visit you next—ohh, fuckin' hell—I'll remind ya just how much I belong t'you. Like a dog."
You know what i just realized? Those highschool kids in Caleb's new card are gonna go back and see "RIP Caleb" in the hall of fame and loose their ever fucking minds
he wandered out of his room, a small smile forming on his face from the sight of you. but one glance at the frown on your face and the empty chocolate wrapper you were holding answered his question before he even spoke.
“...oh,” he said.
you stared at him. he stared back.
“was that yours…?”
you didn’t give him a chance to negotiate. you launched yourself at him with a growl. caleb let out a startled scream as his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, trying to hold you at arm’s length while your fists rained down on his shoulders in a flurry of punches.
“pipsqueak, please! I’ll make it up to you!” he gasped, trying to dodge your attacks.
“you ate my chocolate!”
you hooked your leg firmly behind his knee and shoved with all your weight. caught off guard, his balance gave out and he tumbled backward onto the couch, with you landing heavily on top of him.
“you didn’t even ask!”
caleb let out a laugh as you grabbed his face, shaking him like a ragdoll. a bright grin spread on his face despite the clear danger he was in, which only made you scowl harder.
“oh, you’re laughing?”
“no, no,” he said, biting the inside of his cheek, trying (and failing) to suppress his smile. “I’m not laughing at you.”
“you are.”
“you’re just so cute when you’re mad.”
you tried to trap him, but he’d just slip out with ease. you tried to sit on his lap to pin him down, he rolled over. you reached to shove his shoulders and he’d catch your wrists before you could.
“you’re so annoying,” you huffed, trying to wriggle loose.
“I heard it the first time,” he said, looking down at you sweetly, as if he wasn’t straddling your thighs and holding your wrists above your head.
he wasn’t restraining you so much as preventing you from accidentally throwing yourself off the couch. his grip remained gentle but firm, his thumbs brushing circles over your pulse once you began to settle.
you writhed, trying to break loose.
he barely budged.
“caleb, stop using all your strength,” you groaned.
“I’m using maybe ten percent.”
you rolled your eyes, making him laugh.
“you gonna bite me next?” he murmured, leaning in close.
“I’m contemplating it.”
“I deserve that.”
you glared at him. he smiled back, softer this time.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I wasn’t thinking. I saw chocolate, I ate chocolate. I should’ve asked if it was yours first”
you looked away, sticking your nose up. caleb chuckled at your defiance. his hold on your wrists loosened.
“hey, you know I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered, his nose brushing against your cheek. “I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you a whole box.”
caleb’s hands traced down your waist, hesitantly dancing beneath your shirt to feel your skin. he smiled hearing your breath hitch. “c’mon pipsqueak, forgive me, please?” he leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your abdomen, his nose tracing the wire of your bra.
“a whole box?” you muttered.
he smiled in victory, unclasping your bra. “a whole box,” he promised.
his tongue brushed over your sensitive skin before coaxing the hardened nipple into his mouth. simultaneously, his free hand cupped and kneaded your other breast, his thumb lightly pinching the tip unitl a shiver ran down your spine. your back arched instinctively, pressing yourself closer to his heat.
“do you forgive me?” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and uneven. his fingers trailed down your stomach, coming to rest teasingly at the waistband of your shorts. “I won’t touch you where you really want it until you say it.”
“I forgive you, caleb,” you gasped out.
a low chuckle hummed against your chest. “atta girl.”
his rough fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing softly against your slick heat. he took his time, watching every shudder and sharp intake of breath you made while his thumb circled your clit in agonizingly slow circular motions. only when he felt you begin to tremble did he slide a finger inside.
you gasped, your hips bucking up against his palm. he held you steady as his fingerd began to set a slow, tormenting pace. he performed a come hither motion, curling to catch that spongey spot that sent an electric heat through your core.
you nails dug into his forearm as your walls clamped tightly around him. a sudden, overwhelming wave of ecstasy crashed through you, spilling all over his hand. “c-caleb…!” you whimpered.
before you could alert the neighbors, he leaned up can captured your lips in a deep, bruising kiss, drinking in every ragged moan as your orgasm washed over you.
when the intensity finally settled into a soft glowing hum, your eyes fluttered open to find him watching you with a satisfied grin. you patted his forearm, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
“alright, let’s go,” you murmured, nudging him off. “I want chocolate.”
Me when I contact IT and tell them yes I restarted and followed any instructions I could but computer still angry and IT says they are escalating this because it is an actual issue: I am getting a good grade in service desk ticket. Something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
WC: 1,226 | AO3 link
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Caleb x fem!reader
Summary: Caleb strokes his cock whilst watching you try on all the various outfits you bought with his money that day.
Tags & CWs: heavy pseudo-incest, masturbation, pearl necklace, Caleb's POV, they're both as perverted as each other
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idk what happened this wasn't supposed to be this long pfff
"So I wasn't really sure about this one. The shoulders seemed a little too...poofy?" Caleb watches you twist and turn in front of the mirror to see yourself from all angles. "What do you think?"
You turn around, waiting for Caleb's assessment.
"No no, it looks - mm - it looks real nice on you." He says, looking you up and down appreciatively from his place on the edge of the bed.
"Do you really have to do that every time I show you the outfits I bought?" You sigh at him, pointedly looking down to where he's languidly stroking his cock. "You're such a pervert."
"What," he says with a breathy chuckle. "It's like you're putting on a show for me. I've course I'm gonna jerk off."
You roll your eyes and go to grab your next dress.
"Plus," he mutters to himself when you're out of earshot. "Maybe I get off on my little sister spoiling herself with my money."
He'd never let you know but he's also getting to live out his childhood dream. Back when you'd do this as teenagers, he'd have to sit with a pillow over his crotch and wait until he could rush to the bathroom to pathetically spill himself into a tissue when all he wanted to do was stroke himself as he watched you try on a multitude of short skirts and thigh-high socks. He always wondered whether you knew what you were doing back then, or if you were still so oblivious to your feelings that you really did just want to show your brother your new clothes.
"What about this one?" He looks up as you reappear from the walk-in closet, now wearing a cute red dress with a white lace trim. And a skirt so short he gets a glimpse of your ass when you do a little twirl for him.
"Oooh yeah," he moans, fist squeezing tighter around his cock. "I like that one. Can already see myself bending you over the kitchen table and flippin' up that lil skirt of yours."
Yep, he definitely wants to fuck you in that one. He'll be making sure you wear some little shorts with it when you wear it out though. No one else gets to see his sister like that.
He can't help but pump his fist harder up and down his cock at how adorable you look. The pre-cum's been oozing from his tip for a while now so his hand's gliding with ease and making quiet schlick-schlick-schlick noises with each stroke.
"Okay, I'll keep this one too." You don't even pay attention to what he's doing, you're probably so used to it by now that's it's become second nature. "I have two more things to show you, just a couple of lingerie sets."
Fuck yes. His favourite part of the show.
You disappear around the corner again and the sound of bags being emptied out onto the floor drift through into the bedroom.
"This set isn't anything fancy," you shout out to him. "But it was comfy so I got it."
Caleb doesn't mind, he doesn't care for the fancier lingerie. He finds himself more drawn to the innocent look. Reminds him of the stuff he used to find in the laundry when you were younger.
When you return you're in a simple white bra and panty set with cute little bows adorned on the front. Caleb's cock jumps in his hand. Yeah, he definitely prefers this kind.
"Looks s-soft." He mutters, hips starting to buck up a little into his hand to fuck his fist. "God, you look - hng - you look so cute."
"Thanks!" You beam at him, still not looking down at his cock. "I thought so too!"
He wonders if it's weird; that it actually makes him harder with you refusing to acknowledge how he sits there half-naked, tugging on his cock. You're not even doing anything sexual, you're just trying on outfits, that's it. And yet every time he can't help but shove his hand down his boxers and pathetically get himself off.
He watches you give yourself another quick once over before skipping back to the closet, presumably to change into your last set.
Caleb waits patiently, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge. You usually save the best 'til last, he suspects you do that deliberately. You may play innocent but you know exactly what you're doing.
"I also got this super cute one, look, it's got apples on it!" You bounce back into the bedroom. "Not as cute as Sunny Apple, of course, but still."
"Oh f-fuck..." He groans. His little sister looks so fucking cute he can't stand it and, shit, he might come soon.
Not yet, not yet, not yet he prays in his head. He's not ready, he wants to take you all in before blowing his load. He wants to appreciate how the colour compliments your skin, how it shows off your breasts perfectly and, fuck, how your stiff little nipples poke through the thin material of them.
He's vaguely aware of how he's panting like a dog. He focuses on the head of his cock where he's the most sensitive, his hand giving quick but firm strokes, and he can feel his balls jiggle with each tug.
"You wanna come over my tits?" You ask excitedly, bounding over and dropping down to your knees in front of him, settling yourself between his spread legs.
Caleb whimpers and shuts his eyes. Okay yeah, he's definitely going to come soon.
"Don't w-wanna ruin - haah - ruin your bra." He says, voice whiny and shaky as he desperately tries to hold off coming for as long as he can.
"It's okay, I bought two sets 'cause they were so cute." He watches as you shuffle forward on your knees a little, practically presenting your tits for him. "Plus I'd kinda considered making myself come while wearing a pair and then giving you my cum-soaked panties as a little gift."
After all this time he still can't tell whether you do this on purpose - say the filthiest of things in the most innocent of ways. Like you're talking about what you did that day and not how you want your brother to defile you.
And there's absolutely nothing he can do to stop the torrent of cum that suddenly erupts from his cock, splattering against your chest and dripping down to slip into your cleavage.
"Oh sh-shit." He chokes out with a groan and the cum just keeps coming. "Oooh god, that's good, that's so fucking good, holy shit."
Caleb keeps going, whimpering and trembling until he's milked out every drop. His cock pulses in his hand, knuckles covered in cum, and he stares at the beautiful mess before him.
"Fuck...you look so fuckin' good with my cum all over you." If his phone was nearby he'd take a photo for sure.
He looks down at you kneeling there with your proud little grin.
"You know," Caleb says, still trying to regain his breath. "You may call me a pervert," He drags a finger through the cum on your chest and brings it up to your mouth. "But we both know you're as bad as me."
Two days later he finds a pretty pair of apple-patterned panties sticky with cum on his pillow.
I'm not usually into the 'pathetic guy' characteristic/trope but, man, do I enjoy it for Caleb.
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Jealous Gege drabble with college!caleb
Improper use of Evol
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It was supposed to be a simple day: get up and go study for your final exam that was coming up. Nothing shouldve gone wrong with such a basic plan. You had organized a study group with a few kids from your class - a couple of boys and girls that could help each other to make sure everyone passes the test.
Unfortunately you had told Caleb the cafe where you all would be meeting up to study and when he passed by to check on you the only people who had remained so late in the day were you and another boy. Your chairs had been pushed together as you helped each other with a math problem. You had smiled brightly when you spotted Caleb, waving a hand to him as he approached your table, his jaw clenched tightly as he eyed the boy next to you.
He had excused you with a fake smile to your classmate, practically dragging you away and back towards your campus apartment.
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“F-fucking hell Caleb! Was it that serious?” You moan out, your body trapped firmly beneath him as he pounds into you from behind, his hands tight in your hair as he pulls your back to meet his thrusts.
“What’d i tell you pips? Have some respect when you talk to me” he attempts to laugh out, a moan breaking past his lips as he tries not to slump forwards. “Fuck- youre so tight for me, pretty”
His hips hit particularly deep in you, your body flinching forwards. You squeeze your eyes shut for a few moments before opening them, your eyes narrowed in annoyance at his words. Respect? How could you respect him right now when he dragged you away from your study session just to jealously fuck you in your dorm room. You wanted to throw something at his irritatingly handsome face, maybe next time youd just edge him till he cried as a punishment-
Your thoughts are cut short, his nails digging into the fat at your hips to pull you closer to him, his thick cock fucking into your heat harder. You moan out at the feeling, head going dizzy from how he plows into you, the air warping around you as he holds you up with his evol, the gravity rocking you back and forth to fuck you onto him like a doll.
“Ca- Gege- shit- put me down” you moan out, your hands reaching back to grab at him, to feel any part of him to ground yourself as your lifted off the bed. He grabs your arms, holding them behind your back as he leans forwards to kiss along your shoulder blades.
“Shhh i gotchu, you know id never drop my pretty girl” he grins against your skin, the speed increasing as his evol rocks you back and forth, sheathing you repeatedly on his cock. You cry out as his leaking tip fucks itself against your cervix, your legs moving to wrap around his hips as you practically float off the bed for him.
“Hows that feel meimei? Is your geigei doing good for you, tell me how it feels” he moans out, his breath warm against the skin of your shoulder. His hands wrap around you, palms grabbing the plush skin of your breasts. He pulls you against his chest, leaning backwards.
“F-feels so good gege, always do so good for me” you moan out, his evol unrelenting as he keeps it stable, your body still being tugged down repeatedly to fuck onto him.
He bites at your skin suddenly, your words making him dizzy — lust and jealousy swirling in him. His grip tightens around you, his fingers tugging and playing with your nipples.
His hips snap up to meet yours every time youre pulled down, his tip buried so deep in your cunt, the squelching sounds filling the otherwise quiet room. The both of you fill the room so fully, your combined presence so emotionally charged the tension could be cut by a knife.
You moan out loudly, thighs twitching closed at the pleasure building in your gut, your arousal dripping down your thighs and along the length of his cock. Your thighs fight against the pressure of his evol, gravity spreading your legs wider as your body slumps forwards.
His gravity supports the front of your dropped head, body held forwards by his hands on your tits while his gravity focussed mostly on rocking you up and down onto him.
You clench around him, a tension building deep in your gut as his gravity presses at your clit, the pressure of it surrounding the bud until youre crying out. He spanks your ass once, fingers massaging over the stinging skin. “You almost there meimei? Can tell that you are by the way youre gripping me so tight. Cmon just let go for your gege”
The tension in your stomach snaps, your body locking as you cum around him. You continue to be swung against his hips, your vision going black from the raw pleasure in your veins.
He cums alongside you, your tight wet walls dragging him over the edge as he pumps wildly into you, his body collapsing on top of yours. His gravity gives out as his head spins with pleasure, whimpered moans falling from him as his arms tighten around you to soften your fall.
Through your haze you feel yourself being dropped onto the thick bouncy mattress, strong arms fitted between your chest and the bed. You stay like that for a while, catching your breath before hes moving and rolling you over to face him.
He kissed over your face, fingers brushing hair from your sweaty forehead as he mumbles praise against you. “Did so good for gege, gotta keep going though. Gotta make sure you remember youre only mine” he kisses your lips, his gravity tingling around your thighs as it spreads them open again. “If you need help just come ask your Caleb, dont needa find anyone else, meimei”
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a/n: im sorry guys i wrote ts high asf
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Caleb has the filthy habit of cumming on your food, and you are none the wiser (18+);
He loved, loved doing things for you. Taking care of you, serving you delicious foods…so much so that it made him rock hard whenever he moved his body to serve you.
You can’t possibly blame him for it, now could you? He just couldn’t control himself when you were so… cute!!
He looks over at the meal he’s prepared for you, fresh and steaming, and bites his lip hard, willing his cock to go down.
His pipsqueak was going to eat all this…fuck!
The thought of you eating something he made, something touched by his hands, his care… it always did this to him.
He glanced toward the hallway to make sure you were still in the shower, then freed his heavy length with a low groan. The tip was already slick with precum, flushed dark and leaking steadily. He gives it an experimental squeeze that makes a overstimulated hiss bubble from his mouth.
Just this once.
Just a little.
He wraps his fist around the thick shaft and strokes fast, the wet sound of barely masked by the hum of the range hood. His balls draw up tight, heavy with the load he’s been saving all day. Every pump of his hand made his mind race with filthy images: you licking your lips, that little satisfied hum you made when the food tasted especially good, the way your throat would work as you swallowed the food he made for you.
The first thick rope of cum erupts with a choked grunt, landing in a glossy white streak across the steak and sautéed vegetables. Another pulse, longer and heavier, splatters over the rice, sinking in and mixing with the gravy sauce. He keeps stroking through it, milking out every drop until the head of his cock is twitching and spent, and the food is visibly coated in shiny, sticky threads of his semen that is now slowly soaking in, the salty, slightly musky scent blended with the meal.
He should feel guilty for doing this, but there was none of it, only deep-seated satisfaction and hope that you like it. And It wasn’t like his cum was bad or harmful- he kept himself in pristine condition for you. He knew his cum tasted good (you liked swallowing it from his cock too after all) and he would never let your tastebuds come in contact with anything bad.
Breathing hard, he tucked himself away carefully, and then he stirs everything gently, mixing his release in until it looked like an extra glossy glaze. Just enough to season it. Just enough that you’d taste him with every bite without pointing out exactly what you were tasting.
When you emerge from the showers in your comfy clothes, hair still damp, he sets the plate in front of you with a smile that looks a bit too innocent, cheeks faintly flushed. “Made your favorite tonight.”
You dig in, humming happily at the first few bites as he takes a seat and watches you with dark eyes as your tongue darts out to catch a drop of sauce. “Mmm… it’s really good, Caleb. Tastes… richer than usual?”
His cock gives a traitorous, shameless twitch.
“Salty?” You muse, fork halfway to your mouth, brow furrowing. “It’s… weirdly salty tonight. Did you use a new seasoning?”
Caleb tilted his head, the picture of confused innocence, though his gaze has gone dark. “Huh? No idea what you mean. Maybe the soy sauce?” He shrugged, biting back a smirk. “Is it that bad?”
“Not at all. Just… the taste feels familiar? I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Just eat up. The doctor said your sodium’s low anyways. A bit of salt is good for you.”
“Oh so you did put in extra salt. I knew it!”
He grins cheekily, watching you huff and take another big bite. The thought of you unknowingly swallowing his cum made precum soak into his boxers again. By the time you’ve nearly cleaned your plate, he is fully hard again, aching to bend you over the table and feed you the real thing straight from the source.
“Want seconds?” he asked sweetly, already reaching for your plate. His voice dropped just a fraction.
I’ll cum even more next time.
“I’ll take dessert. Watcha got?”
“Cinnamon rolls. Home-baked by yours truly.”
“Yum!”
He grins wide as he plates the freshly glazed cinnamon rolls for you.
incest cw bc caleb. no really explicit smut, just a desc of cum and morning wood and a lot of implied stuff and Yearning and longing. also yay some writing finally. also they are adults in this, still living w josephine. like 18 n 21 ish.
reader has a vagina is referred to as meimei. some talk about masculinity.
wc is roughly 1.1k
you wake up first. it occurs rarely and the first thing you think about is how you're going to tease caleb for sleeping late.
grandma tells you to be a good girl and wake him. the scheme starts then, you'll spook him a little then tease him after. it's your job as his little sister to annoy him, anyway.
so, you tip-toe into his room already laughing to yourself. you move slowly, smiling a little with mischief. wondering if his patience will hold true even now.
(you know it will. it's part of why you feel comfortable to do it. you'll know he'll smile and roll his eyes, tell you to quit it, pet your head good morning.
you slept and miss his hands. you'd never tell him that)
you open his door, wincing as it creaks. you almost glide on the wood floors, socks sliding, still laughing.
and then you see him.
you're distracted and can't shake it off. he looks peaceful, but your mind drifts elsewhere, too slippery for you to grasp. your heart skips.
you aren't sure if it'll help to hold your breath or not.
caleb is laying there defenseless. sunlight is pouring into his bedroom window, spilling all over him and you can see him so clearly. his body so defined that it almost seems grand, all the room he takes up. kissed with sunlight and warmth and boyish charm. his face sleeping peacefully, snoring so lightly, jaw chiseled with hair that falls into his face. broad shoulders with his arm splayed, big chest rising and falling. the light hairs at the base of his stomach and his abs toned because it's early. you miss the softness of him but you're all too aware now of how strong he is now, how athletic, how much of a man he's grown up into.
and how big he is. always has been, it feels like. every year you grew up together. he was always a head taller, shoulders suddenly spanning an inch wider. and now he takes up most of his bed but you still want to lay with him. how you used to when you were kids from some reason that should make you sick but doesn't.
you don't what the feeling is inside of you. it's too tangled with so may other. you just know he'd make room for you. and some part of you wants that and something more.
your eyes dip. lower and lower, his legs, his—
you're already too distracted to notice the door shutting behind you
you feel it first in your chest, your eyes wide as saucers. your heart inches slowly up the canal of your throat, threatening to fall from your mouth.
he's huge.
you've seen...you've seen his dick before. you live together, accidents happen and all. but it's never on display like this.
(never so solid. never so hard and throbbing. never so thick you can see it through the material of his boxers where he's tented, fabric having to stretch over him, sunlight casting show. never so perfectly in your reach that your hands twitch at your side with the need to touch it.)
you usually just try not to think about it at all.
or—you only think about it when no one's home. to dampen of that feeling that crops up now and again. under your sheets with a hand in your underwear because you don't want anyone to find you wanting like that.
(don't want anyone to know, or to give yourself away. not even a breath or the rustle of clothes.)
you've never seen it hard. and you knew it was big but somehow it's bigger than what you could expect.
something you'd see in porn, some kind of exaggerated picture of masculinity but it's there in front of you. hard and heavy. but it's real, and you feel so close to it, your big brother and his cock so much like a mans, so heavy for something in his dreams. your eyes are fixed. is it too much to hope it's you he's thinking of? the thought makes your heart race.
(it's always been you, couldn't be anybody else).
the tip is already with with pre-cum, you notice. the detail was almost lost on you from how slight.
but a beat or two passes and then
his breathing gets more erratic, and his dick twitches endlessly and suddenly you see something come out—
you can't help but watch gege cum. it's the only thing you've ever wanted in your life. your deepest desire spread out for you, no one else to bear witness. your heart is hammering so loud it's ringing in your ears and you can't form words. your whole world tilts on it's axis. a flowering blooming in the dark.
your body feels like it's burning up from the inside. you shift your weight from one leg to another, body frozen with a molten pit in your core.
you're so wet. like you came a little. an impossibility to your arousal that makes you shudder. your knees feel weak. your pj shorts are going to soak through, a thought in the haze of your mind.
you almost don't hear caleb at all. it's all white noise except for his voice. kind and soft and perfect.
"meimei," he murmurs.
you jump in your skin, voice shaky. you try not to show it. "hi,"
"you sound sweet," caleb says, eyes still closed. you clench a little. "must be dreaming still. c'mere,"
he thinks he's dreaming. you take a few step towards him, body moving like a marionette, and when you're close enough caleb grabs you, pulling you into bed.
and you feel it, his cock throbbing and pressed into your body as you fall in next to him, your back to his chest. his hip rock unthinkingly into you as soon as your close enough, and he shudders—and all of a sudden, there's something hot and sticky spilling on your skin, on your thighs where your shorts are riding up and you can't breathe with how aroused you are, how much you need it. need gege's cock, the only one worth your time.
now you know for sure.
want makes your throat close up, words coming out like you're choking them out of you.
"...gotta wake up, gege"
"five more minutes pipsqueak," he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, so sweet and kind. like lovers. "promise,"
minutes stretch into what feels like hours as you wait for caleb to lull himself back into sleep. you push back against your wants like trying to push boulders. you pull yourself away even when there's a voice in you that urges you to push and push and push. trying to quiet an all-consuming hunger, you carefully peel yourself away. each time you move a limb off of you, it gets a little quieter.
but it never quite leaves your mind. not enough to let you forget.
you tiptoe down the hallway, away to your room. a wetness slicking your thighs as you walk yourself down, opening and closing your door. you hear grandma shouting for you and the noise is muffled, not loud enough to shake your thoughts as you stumble back into bed with your legs like a newborn fawn.
it quiets again and you let your hips rock against your bed, a name you whisper like keeping a lovenote under your pillow.
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