i write about love and deepspace, but i might add more fandoms in the future. c:
since i main caleb and sylus, i will mostly be writing about those two, but if you have a request, i will do my best!
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♡ caleb
♡ sylus
credits to @dividers-are-us for the jelly dividers~
pictures & pose found on pinterest
I apologize for the intrusion but can you IMAGINE fucking Caleb in lotus with those glowing eyes??!?!
Straddling him, legs locked so tight around his waist there’s literally zero escape, his fat cock buried so deep you swear you can feel him rearranging your guts while he grinds up slow and filthy, forehead smashed against yours, breathing like he’s dying, and the second he starts cumming his eyes just FLASH. Neon violet and orange exploding, pupils blown as he stares straight into your soul and pumps you full with thick, hot, endless spurts, moaning, whimpering your name while those glowing eyes light up your face and he’s losing his goddamn mind over how hard your cunt is milking him. Can’t even look away, just keeps throbbing and glowing brighter with every pulse, gasping “meimei—fuck—look at me… look what you do to me” until the light finally fades and he’s still buried to the balls, shaking, whispering all hoarse and desperate against your mouth “…are you satisfied? ‘cause I’m not…”
caleb buying you a huge bottle of massage oil that smells like his shampoo and helping you lather yourself with it, over every inch of skin, across your chest and up your thighs and over your mound. he's so patient, unlike you, taking his time to knead the oil into your skin as he goes. but when you're slippery and glistening, and he's satisfied with his work, he lifts you and places you on his bare chest so you can help him get oily too.
he guides you as you rub yourself over him, helped by the fresh dribbling of oil that he adds as you go. the slick way your bodies glide together is helpful later, when you're buried under him so completely that your skin presses together in every possible place.
he's so, so heavy and large. you can hardly breathe, but its still not enough. you're clawing at his back, struggling to find purchase and mark his slippery skin–– trying to get closer as he grinds his hips into yours, deeper, deeper. still not close enough.
when you start whimpering, he hushes you, promises he'll stay inside; that he'll stay buried deep as long as you need. he tells you that he's right here. that he's so, so deep inside you, that he feels your heart beat and knows you inside and out. he tells you he'll fill you up. he'll keep going until you're leaking with his warmth. he promises, again and again. he won't stop. not until he's fed you enough of him to satisfy your hunger.
﹙♡﹚once again, i HAVE to thank the amazing @maemi324 for giving me this idea, i just been craving this type of content so this was such a delight to write! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
he didn't mean to, at all.
he was chopping and mashing some veggies for dinner, but the stubborn onions kept escaping his grasp, making him sigh heavily.
he was done with the situation, so he turned around to wash his hands, his expression serious and almost murderous, quite fitting for the scary colonel he could be even when handling —or struggling to handle— basic chores.
however, two tiny beings didn't find his face scary at all.
in fact, he perked up when he heard gurgling and loud squeaks, followed by the most adorable, rich giggles.
his twins were laughing so, so hard upon seeing their dada's scary face, leaning back in their wooden high chairs as they couldn't balance their little heads yet.
caleb smiled with joy, but the twins immediately stopped laughing, lips parted, eyes confused.
he frowned once again, and the giggling continued, their tiny palms smacking their little tables.
he approached them slowly and arched an eyebrow, arms crossed.
“you find your dada's distress funny, huh?” his stern voice made one of the twins squeak in pure amusement, now bouncing in her seat.
“not funny to make fun of your old man, little miss,” he frowned, and she squealed in delight. “same goes for you, mister,” his son kept looking attentively, a wide, gummy smile between his chubby cheeks.
who would've thought?
he called out for you, keeping his frown on purpose, since he didn't want you to miss out on the fun.
“angel? i think our babies are bullyin' me...”
seconds later, you entered the kitchen and fondly smiled at the scene.
“how did you get them to giggle like this, lebbie?” you leaned against the fridge, amused. “i've been trying all week...”
he turned to you with a grin, though he couldn't explain it either.
“guess my murder face is the funniest thing they've ever witnessed.”
you snorted and stepped closer, kissing his cheek.
“well, then… keep scolding them. guess we now know who'll be the fun, lenient parent between us two. it seems like they won't listen to you much,” you smiled and patted his back, heading to the bedroom to grab your phone so you could record this precious moment.
he sighed and turned back to the twins with a grimace on his face, fake anger visible in his expression.
their happy sounds filled his heart with joy, and what better than knowing these two tiny, defenseless beings felt safe enough with him not to feel scared?
he couldn't possibly wish for more.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
rafayel adores his daughter deeply; that's no secret.
he can't help but hold her, smooch her cheeks, and bounce her around as if she were an extension of his body.
he wishes for nothing more than to entertain her, yet… nothing's worked so far.
he's made up songs for her, like “we're gonna get those veggies in your tummy, spinach is very, very yummy~” or “diaper change, diaper change, this stinky fishie will make her papa faint…”
he sometimes even lets her throw her toy blocks at him, but… she hasn't laughed yet.
or well, that was until one fateful night in which the three of you were going to a gala.
of course, you'd stay for just an hour or two, since you didn't want your daughter to get fussy, but raffy was more than happy to have his happy little family next to him.
he waited downstairs, fixing his suit, before turning towards the stairs as you came down with your daughter.
oh, his precious little pebble.
she wore the prettiest lilac dress, tiny socks with lacy rims, and small white shoes. she clung to your chest, eyes focused on her papa as he got closer.
of course, he complimented your appearance charmingly, lips finding your knuckles.
but when he looked down at his daughter, he clutched his chest and pretended to faint.
“oh, heavens! my eyes are not worthy of such beauty! the prettiest princess has just blessed me with her mere presence!”
and, unexpectedly, she giggled loudly, hiding her little face in your neck briefly, before looking at him from the corner of her eye.
both of you exchanged surprised looks.
oh?
rafayel grinned before pretending to stumble back, falling to his knees.
“i am doomed! i'm afraid no other sound will make my heart beat as steadily,” he dramatically gasped.
your baby girl squealed in joy, little legs kicking, head falling back from laughter. she kept on hiding from her papa bashfully, before looking at him with expectation, as if wanting him to continue with his flattery.
she was her father's daughter, undoubtedly.
“we must cancel, i'm not missing out on this,” he stood up, approaching both of you. your baby reached out for him, still smiling brightly at her papa's theatrics.
her giggles echoed as he swayed her from side to side, complimenting her eyes, her hair, her tiny button nose, all while you happily recorded everything.
he got his little pebble to giggle, finally. though, that meant your baby girl would grow up with an unmatched level of confidence…
oh well, c'est la vie.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
sylus knew his singing abilities weren't appreciated in his household, so he refrained from doing so, unless he was alone.
it had been a long day; you were fast asleep, and he thought his baby girl was sleeping as well, but what he didn't remember was how smart she was, and how she could, as many times before, manage to crawl with all of her might across the hallway, babbling “dada” with her sweet, little voice.
he was enjoying his music, eyes closed, focused expression, the words coming out of his mouth freely, but quietly enough not to disturb your rest.
your baby couldn't lift her head properly yet, but her big eyes stared at her dada as he stood up to begin singing, hand on his chest, posture straightened.
she smiled and cooed, tiny hands and stubborn knees getting her closer to her father, who immediately sensed her presence.
when he looked down, he was surprised to see her, all smiley and curious, enjoying his show like no other and patting his shoe with her small hand.
he picked her up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“oh? if it isn't the princess herself… you should be asleep, little dove,” he spoke gently, all while she tried to nibble the tip of his sharp nose, maybe as a way of protesting, or maybe as part of teething.
he gently pulled her away and sighed, noticing the anticipation in her innocent, wide eyes.
“but i suppose i could entertain your wishes, for that is my sole purpose in this life.”
so, he cleared his throat and began singing a bit louder now, since he knew his number one fan was watching.
her giggles filled the room, and she clapped her hands clumsily, making him chuckle in return.
he twirled around with her, dancing to the rhythm of the song, spinning her around in the air while she laughed uncontrollably.
his voice was out of pitch, deep and overly confident, but it was okay.
his little dove was loving it and having a blast.
you watched from the door with a lazy smile, groggily rubbing your eyes after your nap.
there was no better sound than your baby's giggles and… well, your husband's singing performance.
he looked absolutely delighted, and she was squealing in her father's arms, discovering all of the possible sounds she could make when happy.
his singing was worth the headache if it kept creating sweet, precious moments like this.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
your little boy was very curious and attentive when awake.
he smiled softly or made tiny “oh” sounds when something new caught his eye, but other than that, you had never really heard him laugh before.
but it was fine; both xavier and you figured you'd find fun toys or maybe try out silly faces until you got some giggles out of him.
one night, you went out to buy a quick snack, and xavier got the task of preparing the baby's meal.
it wasn't difficult; just mashing some veggies into a puree since your baby was already eating solids. he did have to boil some of them, but, come on, that wasn't rocket science.
…or was it?
your baby was sitting in his high chair, bright cerulean eyes following his papa's movements around the kitchen.
he cooed softly, tiny hands fidgeting with the spoon, curiosity clearly piqued.
xavier warmed up the bottle of milk as the veggies boiled, and, somehow, steam began to rise.
your baby boy's lips parted when, all of a sudden, flames erupted, creating an orange and yellow halo all over the walls and xavi's face.
how could one burn boiling veggies…?
his bright, adorable eyes reflected the flames while his papa frantically tried to put the fire out, and that's when it all happened.
your baby giggled, his footsies bouncing up and down.
was it xavier's desperate attempts and clumsy movements from the sink to the oven, or the pretty display of colors and lights?
xavier couldn't tell, and neither could you when you stepped in and saw the black smoke and your baby squealing in delight.
after some chaotic minutes, and once everything was under control, xavier turned around to address his baby boy, scooping him up in his arms.
"what's so funny?" he asked with a small frown, leaning down to nuzzle the baby's cheek.
you sighed and smiled, shaking your head in disbelief.
“i guess our baby is so used to having calm, relaxing days that this sudden chaos was like watching a circus for him.”
xavier glanced at you, his expression softening despite the mess.
your baby snuggled closer to his papa's chest, small hands grabbing his soft sweater.
“should i burn the kitchen more often, then?” xavier whispered, tilting his head.
you gently smacked his shoulder and shook your head, leaning in to kiss both your baby's cheek and xavi's lips.
“try again; i'll supervise now.”
you couldn't be angry anyway. a little bit of chaos brought you so much happiness in a matter of seconds, and if that's what it took for your baby to enjoy himself, then you'd let xavier take charge more often.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
zayne was always healthy, no matter the season.
while everyone else got the flu, he somehow managed to remain immune, as if his body was some sort of superior machine above the average human being.
you were sneezing nonstop, your baby boy's nose was stuffy, and zayne was…
well, zayne was his perfect self.
as the afternoon grew colder, and you were snuggling your baby, both of you perked up when his father stepped into the bedroom.
your baby made grabby hands at zayne, and he gladly stepped closer to lift him up, his lips finding the little one's forehead.
you sniffled and smiled, once again wiping your nose with a tissue.
“i had to put two onesies on him… his feet were ice cold, even with the heater on,” you whispered, rubbing your itchy eyes.
zayne nuzzled his baby's cold, chubby cheek, sighing afterwards.
“we need to buy thicker blankets,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on top of the baby's head.
you smiled tiredly, moving to grab another tissue from the bedside table.
zayne was holding the baby when his nose twitched suddenly. his eyebrows furrowed, he tilted his head back and—
achoo!
your baby was startled by the sudden noise, his little head jerking back, big boba eyes blinking rapidly. he then tilted his little head as if his father had grown a third eye, before bursting into laughter.
the giggles were loud, sudden, and absolutely adorable, making his entire body shake in his dada's arms.
zayne sniffled and stared at his son with a surprised expression, not expecting to get such a reaction from a single sneeze.
you stood up and kissed zayne's arm, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“aw, look at him…” you whispered, totally delighted and smitten.
zayne smiled before sneezing again, making your baby bounce and kick his tiny legs, squealing his tiny lungs out.
“does my illness amuse you?” zayne quietly asked, nose brushing against the little one's. your baby cooed and reached for his father's glasses, taking them off and shaking them up and down.
you smiled brightly and sniffled as well, looking up at your husband.
“we might be the culprits… we're sorry for making you sick, my love,” you rubbed his arm gently, but he only smiled.
"there is nothing to be sorry about, my flower," he whispered, kissing your temple.
your baby giggled again, clapping his tiny hands, clearly enjoying himself.
“it seems i have discovered a new way to entertain him anyway,” he sighed, glancing at you with amusement.
“well… let's hope we find a new way soon. we don't want you to be sick all the time for our baby penguin to laugh.”
and, truth be told, he didn't mind having the flu and spending the day sneezing if it made his baby this happy, and he got more time to be with you.~
Warnings: frat!caleb, tipsy!reader, reader wears glasses, humping/grinding, 1 spank lol, drink spiking (not by Caleb), reader uses Caleb’s bulge to cum, tit fondling, lemme know if I missed anything
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Caleb had struggled more than he had expected getting you to his room. Though it wasn’t your weight that made it difficult, but rather the amount of wiggling you were doing in his arms. Someone had spiked the punch bowl at the frat party the two of you had attended and you unfortunately happen to be a lightweight, becoming tipsy after just a cup.
Whoever it was that managed to slip alcohol into the punch he specifically had the other members make just for you, better sleep with one eye open. Once he gets his hands on them, they'd better hope the only thing they end up with is a broken nose.
As he struggled to shut the door behind him, as if sensing his frustration, you let out a ditzy giggle which earned you a spank on the ass. For once, his palm meeting your flesh didn’t elicit a whimper, it just made you laugh even more.
“Stop your wiggling, will you?” Caleb huffed, roughly shoving the door shut before walking you over to his bed and messily dropping you onto the deep purple sheets. He even made sure to remove your glasses, placing them on the bedside table.
Squirming once more, you shoved your face into the sheets and hummed as his scent filled your senses. You had become accustomed to him just as he had to you. Though the two of you would never admit it for various reasons.
With all the squirming you had done, your shirt had risen, exposing the soft flesh of your tummy to the greedy eyes of the male at the bedside. Even your skirt had flipped, putting your panty-clad ass on display.
Caleb felt his dick twitch at the way the soaked gusset stuck to your puffy folds. His mouth watered as he wanted nothing more than to take the soaked material into his mouth. Had you been sober, he would’ve shoved your panties to the side and taken you without a second thought.
With a heavy sigh, he moved you so that you were lying properly on the side that had become yours within a short couple of months.
Caleb pulled off his shirt as he watched you flop about, trying to find a comfortable position. Shutting off the lights, the bed groaned under his weight.
Naturally, your body turned and scooted itself closer to him. Caleb oofed as your arm landed on his chest and your leg curled over his thighs, your knee nudging his ever-growing bulge.
“You’re killing me here, honey.” He whispered under his breath. His head looked to where your face was tucked against his chest. Your eyes were dazed as they looked up at him. “First you rub yourself all over me, now this…what am I gonna do with you, huh?”
Nuzzling your cheek against his chest, you hummed softly to yourself as you closed your eyes. The night was quiet as Caleb slowly drifted off, the sweet tone soothing him. The multiple thoughts running through his head came to a halt.
He was about to drift off when he felt you suddenly pull away, groaning to yourself. The bed shifted as you twisted, lifting your hips off the mattress as you slid your skirt off and tossing it to the heap on the floor, your shirt following soon after.
The entire time, Caleb’s eyes remained closed, not bothering to take a look at what you were doing. It wasn’t until he felt you straddling his waist that his eyes flew open. Surely it must be a dream. Never in his life could he imagine you initiating anything, too damn shy to even kiss him in public.
“What’re you doing?” He asked.
“Caleb,” You whined. “It’s too warm in here.”
“And what does that have to do with you sitting on my dick?”
Your lips formed a pout as you looked down between your legs.
“Oh.” Was all you could say as the light spilling from the window allowed you to see his clothed dick trapped against your cunt.
“I’ll turn on the AC. You get some-”
His words were cut off by a gasp as you slowly rocked against him. He refused to move. He felt that any sudden movement would startle you and you'd take off running. He settled with gusting the sheets.
“You know, the first time you took me, I was sore for days and you…you tend to say and do really n-nasty things during our times together.” Reaching back to settle a palm against his thigh, you picked up your pace. Your slick mixed with his precum soaking through both his and your underwear softened the material, offering a pleasurable friction. “But after a while I noticed something.”
No wonder people dubbed alcohol as “liquid courage.” For the small amount running through your veins certainly had a part to play in your sudden boldness. For you would’ve never deliberately placed yourself on top of him like this. Like a pretty, little treat wrapped in an eye-catching cotton candy pink bra and panties.
Your hips didn’t stop as your arms went to remove your bra, Caleb’s eyes focusing on the way your breasts settled when released from the tight space. Taking one of his hands, you brought it up to your breast, nipple hardening when his palm brushed the sensitive area. Your breath hitched as his fingers squeezed and fondled your tit.
“You’re a lot sweeter than you like to let on.”
Leaning over him, you pressed a tender kiss to his lips, smiling as he watched you with stars in his eyes.
“You don’t do it often, but my favorite thing about you is when you’re sweet to me.” Trailing a hand down his chest, you marveled at the smooth skin. “It’s…exciting when you talk dirty to me, but I like sweet Caleb a tad bit more. You should let him out more often.”
The man was dumbstruck. He replayed all the time he fucked you in his mind as you reached your high, oblivious to your lovely moans. He was rough with you, manhandling you into whatever position he wished, even going as far as to fuck you in front of your plushies.
“When was I-”
Just when he was about to ask you to tell him when he was being sweet, did he notice your dead weight on top of him.
You had fallen asleep after cumming.
Rolling you to the side, he watched your face as you slept, fingers brushing away stray strands. He felt a warmth in his chest that had been occurring a lot more frequently every time he looked or even thought of you. A heavy sigh fell from his lips. Pulling the sheets over your form, he tucked himself beside you, deciding to lie on his side as it would allow him to see your face as he fell asleep.
wanted to post today buuut it seems my brain is a bit more creative than i thought! so the story is getting longer and longer, even though i just wanted to write down my filthy thoughts in a small post haaah ... might take a bit longer than initially thought
oh well ... stay tuned for another caleb post (please)! ヾ( `ー´)シφ__
you already knew it would be a lazy day without being fully awake yet. the soft pitter patter of the morning rain against the window would surely lull you back to sleep in no time, if it wasn't for the careful yet ticklish movement of the warm body pressing against your back. ‟pips…” his warm breath ghosted over your neck, a stark contrast to the cold bedroom. slowly, caleb trailed his fingers along your shoulder blades down your arms. as his hand reached yours, he gave it a soft squeezes, before making his way down your stomach.
you whined quietly at the ticklish feeling, squirming away from his gentle touch and unintentionally pressing against an obvious bulge. caleb let out a raspy groan, followed by a quiet laugh as he pushed his hips forward on instinct. another warm breath on the back of your neck was immediately followed by a soft kiss of chapped lips, and though you let out yet another whine in protest, his curious touch that was still slowly traveling down your stomach did not cease. ‟wakey, wakey, pips.”
finally, he had reached his desired destination. he didn't waste another second as his hand effortlessly slipped right past the waistband of your comfy pyjama shorts. ‟don't wan- ah!” your protest was cut short by caleb giving your clit a teasing tap with his fingertip, not even bothering to slip past your underwear. he playfully tutted and nuzzled his nose against your neck, breathing in the sweet scent of your apple shampoo still clinging to your skin. his body was so comfortably warm against your back, how could you possibly get out of bed? especially now that he started to rub agonizingly slow circles between your legs. ‟how about”, he withdrew his hand, obtaining a disappointed whine, and sat up to cage you in between his arms, hovering over you to muster you with a loving grin.
with a sleepy pout on your lips you rolled onto your back and blinked with heavy eyelids, too tired to fully open them, but awake enough to feel a throbbing need between your legs. ‟how about we get up and take a nice hot shower together, and I will make your favourite breakfast.” that bastard. your sleepy pout turned into a glare as you groaned quietly. of course he would try to rile you up first. ‟…you will pay for being mean.” caleb couldn't help the laugh tumbling from his lips at your grumply tone, but immediately nodded. ‟oh, pips. you can punish me any way you want.”
carefully he maneuvered himself over you. he shuddered audibly as the cold air hit his exposed skin, silently cursing himself for choosing to sleep without a shirt. ‟come on, soldier.” wordlessly, you reached out your arms towards him and he scooped you out of bed without a second thought, being able to understand you without words. ‟I hate you” the cold air pulling you into its icy embrace and followed you two into the bathroom, but now that caleb held you in his arms, he couldn't care less. his loving gaze lingered on your messy bed head, slowly traveling down your chest, where your nipples pebbled, down to your legs only covered by your pyjama shorts and littered with red love bites from the night before. ‟I know” he grinned at you mischievously and sat you down on the edge of the bathtub. ‟let's get you warmed up, pips.”
credits to @dividers-are-us for the jelly dividers~
thinkin about sweet southern cowboy!caleb who’s the perfect gentleman, polite as can be, but fucks you harder than the bulls he wrangles… cowboy!caleb who calls you ma’am in public, but honey in bed with that slow southern drawl of his… cowboy!caleb who takes care of his boots almost as well as he takes care of you… cowboy!caleb whose ass looks just a little too good in those jeans and arms just a little too big for that button down he’s got pushed up to his elbows… cowboy!caleb who takes you out dancing every. single. friday. whether he’s dead beat tired or right as rain…. cowboy!caleb who picks wildflowers from the fields at work and leaves them in a little mason jar on your dining room table… cowboy!caleb who always makes sure to kick the dust off his boots before entering your home… cowboy!caleb whose hands, rough and calloused from outdoor labor, feel so so good sinking into your wet heat… cowboy!caleb who rushes home from work, water dripping from the brim of his hat and soaked to the absolute bone in his haste, to hold you through the summer storms… cowboy!caleb who buys you a pretty, little hat to match his then braids your hair all nice, just so he can pull on it later while he takes you from behind like a damn dog… cowboy!caleb who only takes his hat off for one thing and one thing only <3
sleepily/drunkenly asking them if they love you over and over... hmmm...
❄️ zayne would be calm and patient and unbothered, answering with "yes, my love" and "of course, dear" and "i love you very much, darling" no matter how many times you ask. he has a sure and even response for every single one of your little questions and doesn't mind repeating himself however many times you need. every word is said with full sincerity and he makes sure you know he adores you.
"yes, i promise. i'll always love you."
"if you think i could ever grow tired of you, you must not know me very well."
"your heart is the most valuable thing i have ever earned. i will never throw away that blessing so carelessly, my love. do you understand?"
🍎 caleb would be more playful about it i think. maybe he's also a little tipsy, or maybe he just knows how to make you laugh when you're doubting yourself. he makes sure you realize you're being silly, and easily turns the tone of your conversation into one that's more lighthearted. "if i didn't love you, would i dooooo.... this?" before kissing all over your face until you start giggling. "still not convinced? hmmm..... how aboooout.... this?" proceeding to tickle you until you're laughing and squirming to get away and admitting surrender.
"'course i love you, pips."
"tired of you? no way. i'd have nothin' to do if you weren't here."
"who's puttin' these ideas in your head, pips? i love you now, always, and forever. more than anything. i'll promise you as many times as you need, 'kay?"
🐦⬛ sylus teases you a little at first. "what's this all of a sudden? just earlier today, you were calling me, and i quote, a "stupid asshole smug dragon"." but if you show a hint of a heartbroken expression or you pout a little too much, it doesn't take long for him to fold and start reassuring you with full sincerity. i think he might take a little more offense to it than the other two, simply because he had to wait for you for so long. what do you mean you're worried he might get tired of you? it's blasphemy to him that you could doubt his devotion, even if it's just your brain being mean to you.
"when have i ever said anything that would lead you to believe you are anything less than precious to me, sweetie?"
"clearly you need a bit of re-education if you believe i would leave your side so easily."
"you are my most cherished treasure. i would sacrifice anything in a heartbeat if doing so would keep you by my side longer. you underestimate my greed for you, my love."
something else i definitely need is caleb getting nipple piercings to match you! though i can see him just getting one instead of both of them pierced, which is honestly just as hot.
let's skip the healing phase entirely and just imagine being able to see them through his incredibly tight shirts? i'm especially thinking about his tight black turtleneck shirt here-
he looks so good already, but his pierced pecs just have that extra charm on them now that just makes you wanna tease him whenever you can!
he gets so breathless and whiny whenever you teasingly trace your tongue around his nipple, never quite touching it, only to suddenly close your lips around it entirely and tug on the jewelry with your teeth.
caleb was already sensitive before, but now he is super sensitive thanks to the piercings, which increases the experience so much more.
he gets so painfully hard, bucking his hips against you desperately to get some kind of friction, but it is never quite enough. it's almost impossible to keep his hands to himself and restrain himself from pushing you down on his length to rub against your wet cunt.
‟fu-fuck, pips. please please please let me feel you”
his pants are stained with pre-cum. ‟gege, do you think you can come from this?” his response is a groan that is interrupted by another whine as you suck his nipple into your mouth once again, your tongue swirling around the jewelry.
it doesn't take long for him to thrust his hips into the air rapidly, chasing his release and trying to fuck up into you.
one last teasing bite is all it takes for him to cum in his pants with a loud groan of your name. his face is sweaty and his ears red, heavy pants leave his lips and though he looks absolutely wrecked, do not think you get to escape now.
it takes no effort for him to flip you over, prompting a surprised squeal to reach his ears, as he gives you a smug grin.
‟let me return the favour, hm?”
credits to @dividers-are-us for the jelly dividers~
He's mostly chill. He's attached to your hip the entire night so he tails you around like a puppy. Big fan of skin care sessions, will slap on a face mask and knock out immediately. Will help you guys film tik toks, and be an excellent light source for pictures. While he's too uninterested in others to provide any actual gossip, he will indulge. No one shit talks a man like Xavier. Also tells fantastic horror stories. (-5 for trying to make appetizers)
Zayne Score: 4/10 :(.
He was actually very excited and wanted to make a good impression on your friends. Unfortunately, he brings such an cool, 'i'm above gossip aura' to the party that your friends just go quiet around him. Its a shame tho, Zayne had diligently studied the drama for this occasion. He kept tabs on which doctor is cheating with whose wife, he even tried to ask the head nurse a casual question or two. Poor baby felt very prepared for the gossip with your friends, but it never happened. Being Zayne, he reads the room quicky and turns to the kitchen to make cocktails for everyone instead. Don't worry Zaynie they'll warm up to you soon.
Rafayel Score: 9/10.
Make no mistake, he IS one of the girls. Not only is he ever present for girl nights, he is the one hosting. Makes Thomas do all the work, so the food and drinks are always ready. At Rafayel's everyone gets matching PJs and home-made hummus. Down side is that he IS the drama. Will start acting up when someone suggests a scary movie to watch. And will give unsolicited makeup advice while reading the other's boyfriends to filth. Will psyche himself watching conspiracy theory videos with the group and will spiral.
Caleb Score: Sus/10.
He takes over all the mother hen duties when your friends are over. Will make huge batches of food and help in wherever needed. You're well fed, hydrated and moisturized. (Unintentionally, makes your friends swoon over him). Problem is that feels wayy too left out. Will try and act nonchalant, but Caleb is not nonchalant. Actually as you're giggling in your room with the door closed, he's realises he's very, very chalant. Now he's pressed up against the door trying to eavesdrop. Hey, don't look at him like that, he's just making sure there's no other pests in your life. Sus points for wearing matching pyjamas with JUST you so everyone knows he's the one and only true bestie you need.
Sylus Score: 1?/10
Really? Skye? your suspiciously secret boyfriend whom you never talk of? The fruit vendor? So random of him to show up. Yeah, its a shock to you as well, because you specifically told him NOT to. You warn Sylus to be discreet and what does he do? Two hours into the night, he shows up at your door in an eye mask, a bag full of expensive skincare and a basket of tangerines. He's infuriatingly good at small talk and keeps making up lies about his 'fruit business'. What's worse is that in the middle of it he turns to you with a shit-eating grin and you have to nod along. We'll give him 1 point for the tangerines.
i can't stop thinking about pouty!caleb not being allowed to touch your freshly pierced nipples.
at first he is rather excited as he accompanies you to get them done.
trying to convince him to accompany you was another topic entirely. he didn't even want to think about how much pain you'd be in and that he'd have to watch while not being able to take the pain away somehow?
but when you told him you'd want him to hold your hand, you could swear he was wagging an imaginary tail lol.
but as soon as he hears he is not allowed to touch and stimulate them while they heal for at least six months up to a whole year all colour drains from his face.
pouty!caleb can't help but stare at your boobs longingly whenever your nipples harden, be it at home where you run around without a bra because the fabric is irritating or even shamelessly in public when you're having a cute date in a restaurant.
sex becomes half torturous, seeing your soft boobs bounce with each powerful thrust of his hips, your pierced nipples taunting him. he nips at your skin with a whine and has to physically hold himself back from touching them.
whenever you two shower together, he always immediately volunteers to cover you in soapy foam from head to toe, openly enjoying the way his hands slide over your slick skin.
the way your nipples harden immediately makes him groan out loud. ‟how much longer do I have to wait, pips” his pouty whine makes you chuckle in amusement.
too bad his yearning puppy eyes can't get your pierced nipples to heal any faster.
he swears it feels like an eternity, but oh my, as soon as they're finally healed and you wordlessly took his hands to put them on your chest? he's over the moon. ‟fuuuuck”
i hope you're ready for the increased sensitivity because he will not stop touching your boobs for at least a month.
cuddling on the couch?
one hand has to hold your boob.
waking up in bed in the morning?
his hands are cupping your boobs or he is resting his head on your chest (and drooling on your shirt).
helping him cook in the kitchen by cutting some veggies?
he's coming up behinds you, pressing his hips against your ass so you can feel his growing excitement as he teasingly brushes his fingertips over your sensitive nipples.
he lives for the breathy moans leaving your lips.
it's like your chest now became his new favourite toy.
was it worth the wait? oh, definitely.
credits to @dividers-are-us for the jelly dividers~
