simon ‘ghost’ riley is used to you being quiet. not silent. just careful with your words.
you both are, really. neither of you too interested in chatter for the sake of filling silence. able to read each other's quiet just as well as you can each other's words.
both so used to running your mouths at work that home became a place you just get to exist together.
when he fucks you though? different story.
the first time was a surprise to say the least. the incoherent babble leaving your mouth along with strings of drool onto the pillow; oh shit si, right there. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck don't stop that - I said don't fucking stop fucking listen! oh fuck babe I can feel you in my fucking stomach that's not fucking normal.
and the noise you made when you came? unholy. diabolical. sure to be heard for miles around.
he didn't exactly mind the surprise though.
and now he's learned exactly how to curl his fingers to make you whine. how to angle both your hips when he fucks you to make noises that he hasn't ever heard another human make crawl their way out of your throat.
he chases those noises like a man possessed. like each one is a commendation that tells him he's doing a good job at the task at hand. like, if he could, he'd detail each one on his CV under the Personal Achievements section.
tonight though? not so much. there's a headache growing in his temples even as he pulls each item of clothing off you with his teeth. and it's not like a headache is going to stop him fucking you - a fucking splenectomy and several broken ribs didn't stop him - but it's hard to pay attention to you when it feels like there's daggers in his skull.
he presses a kiss to your temple as he leans over you to reach into the bedside table drawer.
“love. I need you t’ shut th’ fuck up for a little while. no offense. ‘ead fuckin’ hurts.”
he holds out a ball gag with two fingers; not one of the shitty plastic ones. a dense, solid rubber ball with air holes, thick padded leather straps that won't hurt the corners of your mouth.
you grin before letting your mouth drop open; looking up at him with something close to adoration as he fastens the leather straps behind your head. making sure your hair isn't caught in the buckle, that the rubber ball is settled properly between your teeth.
another kiss to your temple. then your jaw. then your collar bone. testing.
each whine you'd usually make is successfully muffled.
“there we are love. perfect. now jus’ fuckin’ lie back an’ let me do my thing.”
A pause. “…I thought that…” another awkward silence. “Because of Whumper…”
Whumpee waved their hand in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, yeah, because that motherfucker used to leave me gagged for days you think I wouldn’t want anything in my mouth.” Whumpee grinned but their eyes were dead. “I don’t.”
“So…”
“I also don’t want you to hear me scream. Give me your belt.”
cannot stop thinking about what u said about caleb sticking his fingers down mc's throat to make her puke and then being a nice and caring and insane big brother catching it in his hands. 😞 like mc getting too drunk and caleb has you sit down when you're outside and with one hand on ur back he uses the other hand to stick his two middle fingers down ur throat until you gag and start puking and he sort of panics and catches it in his hands looking all worried doesn't know what to do wants to comfort u hold back your hair rub ur back etc but his hands are covered in meimeis alcohol puke
You get it!!! I’m so obsessed with CalebMc being disgustingly comfortable w each other when they aren’t stuck in their own heads. In situations like this, Caleb doesn’t have the focus to panic over how close you are, that he’s got your throw up in his hands, not when he just wants you to feel better.
“You’ll feel better if you let it out.”
He’s got you half laid over his lap, head bent forward as he rubs your back, trying to coax you into throwing up.
“Gege.” Your words come out a garbled mess and you tremble under his touch. “I’m scared.”
Your voice is so small. You’d spent the whole night loud and jubilant, enjoying yourself without care. But now you cling to him with fear in each shake. Something in his heart aches. He hates to see you like this.
“I know.” He keeps his voice gentle, his hands in a steady motion you take comfort in. “But you’ve got to.”
Petulant, you shake your head, wincing when you realise it makes your headache worse.
“Come on, pips’.” Caleb lets your face fall into his palms, it’s second nature to you to nuzzle into it.
You still wont do it, you can’t, but Caleb won’t watch you suffer any longer. You’ll hate him for this.
In your wearied state, you barely notice the shift of his hands, how his fingers inch closer to you mouth. How the light caress of your lips turns to digits slithering past your teeth. Wetted by your tongue, his fingers stay slow at first, gentle as they test the waters. He almost lets you get close to a suckle, a strange comfort in having something to tether him to you.
He strikes the back of your throat.
As expected you gag and your body jumps on instinct. You don’t get far, his other arm around you in preparation, and he pushes his fingers back in.
There’s not enough energy in you to try push him off, so you just whine, your own hands weakly clawing into his arm. He doesn’t flinch when a nail of yours does get caught in his skin, he just stays firmly in place.
“Shhh.” Caleb coos, knuckles pressed against the roof of your mouth so you don’t bite. “You can do it, pips’.”
The sound of you retching hits his heart in both pain and relief. He presses again. Few more times before pulling entirely out. Caleb doesn’t even have to think about it when he cups his hand in front of you. His body is yours to use.
There’s nothing you could do to truly gross him out. He might tease you when you’re well, but nothing about you could ever push him away. Not even the disgusting mush of half digested food that pours out your mouth, onto his hands and inbetween his fingers.
Even in your frustration and fear, you still take comfort in him. Caleb has to quickly slam his dirtied hand out to the side when you throw yourself into his chest. He stumbles for a second before using his clean hand to hold you again. You press yourself further, as if trying to get away from the sickly feeling by hiding his heart.
You whimper like a child, and Caleb knows you need more. Knows you need both his arms around you, encasing you like a cage to keep you safe. He wants to be that for you. He needs to.
“C’mon.” Caleb sighs, free hand holding your head so you can look at him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I really hope I find a partner someday whose freaky enough to not mind or even like the fact that I cough and wretch when I cum sometimes because two years ago I tried some weird adhd medication that really fucked me up and ever since then my gag reflex is activated any time I feel a strong feeling whether it is good or bad. So really fucking good orgasm is one of those triggers. Would any of y’all find that hot? I feel like most people would be alarmed but I know there’s gotta be people out there who would fuck w it
@allantlers said: " you should see the other guy. "
she already felt sick to her stomach at the blood coating him, that creepy smile not adding to the factors of the situation; the alleyway, the clear weight of the situation. though, him saying that made her look behind him, eyes focusing on the pile of red meat that was a man before laying there, coating the surfaces around it with crimson, soaking it all in its organic beauty.
charlie audibly gagged as she looked away, mortified. she's seen a lot of things during exterminations, daily walks… but the sinner was mutilated! she couldn't believe how indistinguishable alastor had made him, that image now imprinted in her mind as she covered her mouth, holding back today's lunch.
It wasn't Mientras Duermes, it was When Evil Lurks. Mientras Duermes has those moments that feel circumstantially yucky, but none rising to that level for me. But When Evil Lurks.. it's a really beautiful well made movie (critically acclaimed, even) that also gets pretty brutal. The practical effects are amazing, for better or worse.😵💫 The part that made me gag is under the cut (this is extremely broad if you haven't seen it, and only two words, but I'm still hiding it in case anyone is really sensitive lol). ref post
