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[sweetskysworld]

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[aeyumicore]

oh, baby! - caleb 夏以昼

caleb with a pregnancy kink. that's it. that's the fic.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with absolutely zero plot

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni,  explicit sexual content, use of gege (flirtatious), heavy pregnancy kink, lactation kink, size kink, booby sucking, pure filth, caleb on the bottom, unprotected (duh), lots of dirty talk, not proofread, lots of petnames

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3

━ ✧.˖ A/N: hewooo guys it’s here <3 a bit late cause i got caught up w something it’s been a really bad day. hope you guys enjoy. also this is not proofread i didn’t have the energy i’m sorry

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

“Never thought about it before.”

You groan, your inner thighs slapping almost painfully into Caleb’s pelvis, his thick and leaking tip driving straight into your womb. The feeling was painfully delicious, Caleb’s cock always able to make your body sing and scream alike. 

“Caleb, whatever it is, I’m sure now is not the time to think about it,” you whine, your hips rolling without much rhythm, growing exhausted. 

Caleb’s fingers trace tender circles into the fat of your hips, gently digging in as he uses his forearms to support your tired bounces. His chest is slick with a thin sheen of sweat, almost as shiny as the silver pendant resting on the thick muscles of his chest.

You gasp when he pulls you down onto his lap so forcefully that the breath is knocked out of your diaphragm, his dick reaching just shy of piercing into your gut. The smug grin on his face widens when you topple over, your breasts pressed against the cool metal against his heart and your face buried into the corner of his neck. 

“It’s okay princess, I got you. Always got you,” he coos, the condescension dripping off his words. His hands travel from your hips to trailing along your spine, making you shudder and convulse around his cock. 

“Caleb, please–!” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders as he uses the pure strength of his thighs to bounce you on his lap, using his hands to gather the hair on your back, holding it into a makeshift ponytail.

Caleb presses his lips into your now naked pulsepoint, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, “Thought I–ngh–knew, but…now I’m not so sure.”

Knowing he won’t relent, likely to torture you by witholding your looming orgasm, you give in with a strangled sigh, “Knew what Caleb…?”

With a stiff jerk of your hair, Caleb lifts your head off his chest, your throat so beautifully exposed to him. You cry out at the sting, but he hardly hears it, hypnotized by your throbbing pulse. 

Instead of answering you directly, Caleb hooks his hands on the underside of your thighs. In one swift motion, he wraps his thick arms around your body, marvelling at how perfectly you fit against him. Frankly, against his massive frame, anyone would look small. 

You squeal, thighs clenching for dear life, when he swings you upright into his lap. One hand moves to cradle your nape, the other pressing into your navel. His touch is protective, almost possessive, as he starts a heart stopping rhythm. With just his thighs, and slight help from his Evol, Caleb rocks you with conviction, aiming himself right into your perfect gummy walls.

“Look how beautifully you take me, baby, “ Caleb grips your chin, pulling you down to look at his fingers that caress your stomach. Your eyes widen as you watch Caleb’s cock, nestled deep inside you, bulging out of your tummy. 

It would be slightly grotesque if the evidence of his sheer massive size, his dick and his overall body, didn’t turn you on so damn much. That, and you’d seen this exact thing several times before. Particularly when Caleb was extra enthusiastic. 

“God, you look like this with my cock inside you. Imagine if I put a baby here, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open, briefly sober amidst the mind-numbing torrent of ecstasy, a whine leaving your lips before you can even stop it. It sounds suspiciously like a plea. 

Caleb’s eyes light up visibly at your delicious reaction, a strangled string of curses on his tongue. You can practically see him twitching excitedly inside of you, against the skin of your stomach.

”Better stop squeezing me like that, princess,” he groans. “Unless that's what you want?”

You find forming words to be impossible as Caleb dips his head down to suck eagerly at your bouncing tits. The combination of his skilled tongue, his commanding bounces, his filthy scandalous taunts…You couldn’t verbally answer but your body sure as hell could.

“Fuuck,” Caleb drawls when you tighten around him, your name a beautiful prayer off his tongue, “You’re such a good girl.”

“Caa–leb,” you moan unabashedly, fingers weaving into his soft hair as he kisses wet bruises into your breasts. You tug harshly at the brown locks when his lips close over your nipple, his tongue lapping soothingly at where his teeth punishes. 

“Jesus,” Caleb chokes out your name, “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You want it that bad? Need me to fuck a baby into you?”

Caleb grips your hair gently but hard enough to make you whine submissively, inexplicably turned on to filth by the desperation in his voice. Like he might die if you denied him this. 

“Y-Yes!” you squeal when he exposes your throat to him, lips finding purchase on the sensitive spot on the curve of your neck.

Caleb grins as you ramble, fucked out of your mind as he uses his Evol to support the vigor of his thrusts up into you, “Want it—need it. Nngh…Caleb!”

”Say it,” he growls against your pulse, his teeth grazing where he knows drives you utterly insane.

You moan, half in indignation, half in unrelenting pleasure, “I want you Caleb.”

Caleb groans beneath you, his hips stuttering, only his Evol supporting you as he thrusts you on his cock like a wild animal.

”You know I never get tired of hearing that. But that’s not what I meant, pretty girl.”

He adjusts you, strong hands digging into your ass, straightening you up so that your entire naked form is exposed before him. His hand lands on your stomach again, his touch so tender that you’d think there was already something there, besides himself.

”Tell me exactly what you want, and gege will give it to you,” he coos, fingers trailing along your tepid skin. 

“I’d give you anything.”

You groan, knowing just how serious Caleb was. If you gave in, telling him what he wanted to hear, he would give it to you. And unfortunately, with his cock lodged so perfectly inside of you, you would say anything he wanted to hear.

“God Caleb, give it to me–wan’ everything,” you slur, grinding down onto him, your palms flat against the mattress as you arched backwards.

You tuck your chin down so your eyes can level with him, your lashes fluttering at him, “Cum in me Caleb–only inside. Want it all–please.”

Caleb’s jaw tightens, rhythm faltering ever so slightly. His hands on your hips shift upward, yanking you to him with his massive palms grabbing your waist. The sudden movement makes you jerk, wrapping your arms around him, hugging his face to your chest.

His breath is hot against your breasts when he moans out, “Fuck, you’re such a greedy little thing. Good thing gege will give you anything you want.”

With an entirely renewed conviction, Caleb fucks up into you like a madman, using your flailing body like a toy. He rolls your peaked nipple between his teeth gently, groaning at the taste of your perfect skin against his desperate tongue.

“Nghhh s-so good–so good Caleb!” you cry, your praises only making him take you faster, harder. 

“God, you’d look so damn beautiful with my baby inside you,” he rasps, “Walking around, belly swollen with my seed…”

His voice is muffled as he sucks on your tits like he’s trying to get something out of them, desperation rendering him no more than a hungry baby. 

“Caleb,” you giggle breathlessly, throwing your head back as he suckles tenderly, “N-Nothing there.”

“Not yet,” he corrects, a look of pure determination in his amethyst eyes, “Fuck, they’re going to look perfect, swollen and full of milk...” 

Caleb hardens impossibly further at the thought of your milk on his tongue. Meant for something you’d created together. The perfect pearly white beads of cream, pebbling from your sensitive nipples, a nectar just for him.

Well, him and the child made from equal parts you and him. 

Your stomach coils unbearably tight at his promises, the pleasure threatening to explode into a thousand fragments of pure bliss. Even in Caleb’s rare moment of silence, too busy with his filthy ruminations of your nonexistent breast milk, you can feel how excited he’s growing inside you. Endless pre-cum coats your heated walls, his cock desperate to give you the real thing, even as Caleb holds back.

“C-Close,” you warn, fingers raking up his back, a fresh set of scratches over ones that hadn’t even healed completely, “Can’t—mmngh—take much more Caleb!” 

“M-Me too,” Caleb stutters, “Here it comes, princess. Ready?”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you nod fervently. Caleb growls as he watches you submit to him, his perfect little breeding toy. 

With an animalistic groan, Caleb comes undone. His warmth fills you like rays of sun flitting in through the curtains of an open window, flooding you in hot and steady waves. It’s relentless and unending, coating every inch of you and seeping into every nerve ending in your body. 

The perfect feeling triggers your own climax, your walls wringing against his spurting erection. Caleb groans in pure adoration, in sheer awe of the way your body sucks the cum from him, greedy and desperate. 

God, you were going to be such a good mom.

Your collective orgasms blend together into one, two bodies joined in a passionate melding of flesh, sweat, and release. So much release. Would nearly be impossible for his seed not to take root in you.  

In your cock-drunken state, you can feel Caleb shifting, moving you. You vaguely feel him stuffing two pillows under your hips before laying your head on his chest, almost perpendicular to him. Your back arches at the elevation and you groan.

“What are you doing?” you mumble, settling into his warm and muscled chest, already feeling so content you could pass out right there. 

“Lay with me, just like this,” Caleb murmurs, stroking your damp hair, tucking it behind your ear, “For a little while. An hour. Tops.”

“An hour? So specific. What if I have things to do?”

”No you don’t,” he grumbles, omitting the fact that he’d already obtained a copy of your work schedule, “Only thing you have to do is lay here and focus on growing that baby for us, pretty girl.”

His words are playful, but there’s a distinct seriousness in his tone that makes your stomach flutter with anticipation. Even with the post-nut clarity bleeding into your sense of reason, your body still thrums with excitement at his crazy words. 

“Elevation helps,” he murmurs matter-of-factly, “With conception.” 

You choke, “Do I even want to know how you know that?”

You can’t see his face, but you can hear that devious grin in his tone, “Yes. Then I can show you all the other things I learned about.”

He continues, voice a breathy drawl, “Well, they’re mostly myths. But we can go through them one by one and see for ourselves.” 

“What are you on about, you maniac?” you giggle, enjoying the rapid flutter of his heart under your cheek, the deep vibration of laughter.

Caleb cradles your head off his chest so that he can move to hover above you, your eyes instantly flitting down to the absolute weapon between his legs, already ready for more. He smirks as you gulp, the notorious mischievous glint shining in his violet irises. 

By the time you register what he’s implying, he’s already folding your thighs against your chest, pressing you down into a mating press that nearly had you blacking out.

“Let’s see if what they say about the mating press is true.”

© aeyumicore 2025.

.ᐟ✧ THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND AO3. i am not @/aeyumicores or @/aeyumiicore or any variations of my blog name.

✧.˖ i do not permit translations or reposts of my work on tumblr, ao3, or others. please do not reuse my blogpost headers, dividers, or layouts. these are original designs of my own.

[aeyumicore]

oh, baby! - caleb 夏以昼

caleb with a pregnancy kink. that's it. that's the fic.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with absolutely zero plot

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni,  explicit sexual content, use of gege (flirtatious), heavy pregnancy kink, lactation kink, size kink, booby sucking, pure filth, caleb on the bottom, unprotected (duh), lots of dirty talk, not proofread, lots of petnames

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3

━ ✧.˖ A/N: hewooo guys it’s here <3 a bit late cause i got caught up w something it’s been a really bad day. hope you guys enjoy. also this is not proofread i didn’t have the energy i’m sorry

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

“Never thought about it before.”

You groan, your inner thighs slapping almost painfully into Caleb’s pelvis, his thick and leaking tip driving straight into your womb. The feeling was painfully delicious, Caleb’s cock always able to make your body sing and scream alike. 

“Caleb, whatever it is, I’m sure now is not the time to think about it,” you whine, your hips rolling without much rhythm, growing exhausted. 

Caleb’s fingers trace tender circles into the fat of your hips, gently digging in as he uses his forearms to support your tired bounces. His chest is slick with a thin sheen of sweat, almost as shiny as the silver pendant resting on the thick muscles of his chest.

You gasp when he pulls you down onto his lap so forcefully that the breath is knocked out of your diaphragm, his dick reaching just shy of piercing into your gut. The smug grin on his face widens when you topple over, your breasts pressed against the cool metal against his heart and your face buried into the corner of his neck. 

“It’s okay princess, I got you. Always got you,” he coos, the condescension dripping off his words. His hands travel from your hips to trailing along your spine, making you shudder and convulse around his cock. 

“Caleb, please–!” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders as he uses the pure strength of his thighs to bounce you on his lap, using his hands to gather the hair on your back, holding it into a makeshift ponytail.

Caleb presses his lips into your now naked pulsepoint, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, “Thought I–ngh–knew, but…now I’m not so sure.”

Knowing he won’t relent, likely to torture you by witholding your looming orgasm, you give in with a strangled sigh, “Knew what Caleb…?”

With a stiff jerk of your hair, Caleb lifts your head off his chest, your throat so beautifully exposed to him. You cry out at the sting, but he hardly hears it, hypnotized by your throbbing pulse. 

Instead of answering you directly, Caleb hooks his hands on the underside of your thighs. In one swift motion, he wraps his thick arms around your body, marvelling at how perfectly you fit against him. Frankly, against his massive frame, anyone would look small. 

You squeal, thighs clenching for dear life, when he swings you upright into his lap. One hand moves to cradle your nape, the other pressing into your navel. His touch is protective, almost possessive, as he starts a heart stopping rhythm. With just his thighs, and slight help from his Evol, Caleb rocks you with conviction, aiming himself right into your perfect gummy walls.

“Look how beautifully you take me, baby, “ Caleb grips your chin, pulling you down to look at his fingers that caress your stomach. Your eyes widen as you watch Caleb’s cock, nestled deep inside you, bulging out of your tummy. 

It would be slightly grotesque if the evidence of his sheer massive size, his dick and his overall body, didn’t turn you on so damn much. That, and you’d seen this exact thing several times before. Particularly when Caleb was extra enthusiastic. 

“God, you look like this with my cock inside you. Imagine if I put a baby here, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open, briefly sober amidst the mind-numbing torrent of ecstasy, a whine leaving your lips before you can even stop it. It sounds suspiciously like a plea. 

Caleb’s eyes light up visibly at your delicious reaction, a strangled string of curses on his tongue. You can practically see him twitching excitedly inside of you, against the skin of your stomach.

”Better stop squeezing me like that, princess,” he groans. “Unless that's what you want?”

You find forming words to be impossible as Caleb dips his head down to suck eagerly at your bouncing tits. The combination of his skilled tongue, his commanding bounces, his filthy scandalous taunts…You couldn’t verbally answer but your body sure as hell could.

“Fuuck,” Caleb drawls when you tighten around him, your name a beautiful prayer off his tongue, “You’re such a good girl.”

“Caa–leb,” you moan unabashedly, fingers weaving into his soft hair as he kisses wet bruises into your breasts. You tug harshly at the brown locks when his lips close over your nipple, his tongue lapping soothingly at where his teeth punishes. 

“Jesus,” Caleb chokes out your name, “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. You want it that bad? Need me to fuck a baby into you?”

Caleb grips your hair gently but hard enough to make you whine submissively, inexplicably turned on to filth by the desperation in his voice. Like he might die if you denied him this. 

“Y-Yes!” you squeal when he exposes your throat to him, lips finding purchase on the sensitive spot on the curve of your neck.

Caleb grins as you ramble, fucked out of your mind as he uses his Evol to support the vigor of his thrusts up into you, “Want it—need it. Nngh…Caleb!”

”Say it,” he growls against your pulse, his teeth grazing where he knows drives you utterly insane.

You moan, half in indignation, half in unrelenting pleasure, “I want you Caleb.”

Caleb groans beneath you, his hips stuttering, only his Evol supporting you as he thrusts you on his cock like a wild animal.

”You know I never get tired of hearing that. But that’s not what I meant, pretty girl.”

He adjusts you, strong hands digging into your ass, straightening you up so that your entire naked form is exposed before him. His hand lands on your stomach again, his touch so tender that you’d think there was already something there, besides himself.

”Tell me exactly what you want, and gege will give it to you,” he coos, fingers trailing along your tepid skin. 

“I’d give you anything.”

You groan, knowing just how serious Caleb was. If you gave in, telling him what he wanted to hear, he would give it to you. And unfortunately, with his cock lodged so perfectly inside of you, you would say anything he wanted to hear.

“God Caleb, give it to me–wan’ everything,” you slur, grinding down onto him, your palms flat against the mattress as you arched backwards.

You tuck your chin down so your eyes can level with him, your lashes fluttering at him, “Cum in me Caleb–only inside. Want it all–please.”

Caleb’s jaw tightens, rhythm faltering ever so slightly. His hands on your hips shift upward, yanking you to him with his massive palms grabbing your waist. The sudden movement makes you jerk, wrapping your arms around him, hugging his face to your chest.

His breath is hot against your breasts when he moans out, “Fuck, you’re such a greedy little thing. Good thing gege will give you anything you want.”

With an entirely renewed conviction, Caleb fucks up into you like a madman, using your flailing body like a toy. He rolls your peaked nipple between his teeth gently, groaning at the taste of your perfect skin against his desperate tongue.

“Nghhh s-so good–so good Caleb!” you cry, your praises only making him take you faster, harder. 

“God, you’d look so damn beautiful with my baby inside you,” he rasps, “Walking around, belly swollen with my seed…”

His voice is muffled as he sucks on your tits like he’s trying to get something out of them, desperation rendering him no more than a hungry baby. 

“Caleb,” you giggle breathlessly, throwing your head back as he suckles tenderly, “N-Nothing there.”

“Not yet,” he corrects, a look of pure determination in his amethyst eyes, “Fuck, they’re going to look perfect, swollen and full of milk...” 

Caleb hardens impossibly further at the thought of your milk on his tongue. Meant for something you’d created together. The perfect pearly white beads of cream, pebbling from your sensitive nipples, a nectar just for him.

Well, him and the child made from equal parts you and him. 

Your stomach coils unbearably tight at his promises, the pleasure threatening to explode into a thousand fragments of pure bliss. Even in Caleb’s rare moment of silence, too busy with his filthy ruminations of your nonexistent breast milk, you can feel how excited he’s growing inside you. Endless pre-cum coats your heated walls, his cock desperate to give you the real thing, even as Caleb holds back.

“C-Close,” you warn, fingers raking up his back, a fresh set of scratches over ones that hadn’t even healed completely, “Can’t—mmngh—take much more Caleb!” 

“M-Me too,” Caleb stutters, “Here it comes, princess. Ready?”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you nod fervently. Caleb growls as he watches you submit to him, his perfect little breeding toy. 

With an animalistic groan, Caleb comes undone. His warmth fills you like rays of sun flitting in through the curtains of an open window, flooding you in hot and steady waves. It’s relentless and unending, coating every inch of you and seeping into every nerve ending in your body. 

The perfect feeling triggers your own climax, your walls wringing against his spurting erection. Caleb groans in pure adoration, in sheer awe of the way your body sucks the cum from him, greedy and desperate. 

God, you were going to be such a good mom.

Your collective orgasms blend together into one, two bodies joined in a passionate melding of flesh, sweat, and release. So much release. Would nearly be impossible for his seed not to take root in you.  

In your cock-drunken state, you can feel Caleb shifting, moving you. You vaguely feel him stuffing two pillows under your hips before laying your head on his chest, almost perpendicular to him. Your back arches at the elevation and you groan.

“What are you doing?” you mumble, settling into his warm and muscled chest, already feeling so content you could pass out right there. 

“Lay with me, just like this,” Caleb murmurs, stroking your damp hair, tucking it behind your ear, “For a little while. An hour. Tops.”

“An hour? So specific. What if I have things to do?”

”No you don’t,” he grumbles, omitting the fact that he’d already obtained a copy of your work schedule, “Only thing you have to do is lay here and focus on growing that baby for us, pretty girl.”

His words are playful, but there’s a distinct seriousness in his tone that makes your stomach flutter with anticipation. Even with the post-nut clarity bleeding into your sense of reason, your body still thrums with excitement at his crazy words. 

“Elevation helps,” he murmurs matter-of-factly, “With conception.” 

You choke, “Do I even want to know how you know that?”

You can’t see his face, but you can hear that devious grin in his tone, “Yes. Then I can show you all the other things I learned about.”

He continues, voice a breathy drawl, “Well, they’re mostly myths. But we can go through them one by one and see for ourselves.” 

“What are you on about, you maniac?” you giggle, enjoying the rapid flutter of his heart under your cheek, the deep vibration of laughter.

Caleb cradles your head off his chest so that he can move to hover above you, your eyes instantly flitting down to the absolute weapon between his legs, already ready for more. He smirks as you gulp, the notorious mischievous glint shining in his violet irises. 

By the time you register what he’s implying, he’s already folding your thighs against your chest, pressing you down into a mating press that nearly had you blacking out.

“Let’s see if what they say about the mating press is true.”

© aeyumicore 2025.

.ᐟ✧ THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND AO3. i am not @/aeyumicores or @/aeyumiicore or any variations of my blog name.

✧.˖ i do not permit translations or reposts of my work on tumblr, ao3, or others. please do not reuse my blogpost headers, dividers, or layouts. these are original designs of my own.

[sweetskysworld]

Red 🐞

[shitbl0gger]

[mournfulroses]

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne written c. July 1820, featured in Selected Letters

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[say-ouch]

from The Fran Lebowitz Reader

[tendermimi]

— Mahmoud Darwish, Poetic Regulations

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: I haven't died of love yet, ]

[sweetskysworld]

Black Girl wearing pink>>>>>>

(Proud of my own editing 😂)

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Some aesthetic that I save in Pinterest: Summer in Europe 🍑

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💄I'm just a girl 💋

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I have to upload frequently here 😂

[chanel-jhcx]

Bohemian gyaru inspo! 🪶🏝

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[suchaflirtt]

this is it

[pelopona]

me and my moots <3