theres not enough lads blow j*b content so heres how i think some of the lads guy would react if you went down on them: caleb, xavier, sylus~
caleb 🍎
since you are both inexperienced i think caleb would def prematurely ejaculate not even a minute in the first time lol you eagerly swallow the warm liquid, learning together and pushing boundaries on what you both like. and boy do you push him. you tease him by putting your lips to his tip, licking it, only pushing his fat head a little past your lips, then a quarter, then another quarter before pulling away. he begs and begs until neatly tears well, and then you fully take him in all the way to the base.
xavier ⭐️
xavier cant help to have his knees buckle and lose composure completely anytime you down on him. he likes to cradle your face, tracing the outline of his cock in your cheek. at times he unconsciously thrusts his cock down your throat when hes close to cumming. but his favorite way to finish is pull out last second, smearing his tip on your lips full of milky translucent cum.
sylus 🐦⬛
heavy on the praise and encouragement. likes to murmur "good girl" in your ear and sit back and enjoy the show. he pulls your hair back, tucking a strand behind you ear before grabbing a fistful of your hair, encouraging you to go even deeper. "just like that kitten, mmh, youre doing such a good job."
Imagine a 6’8 katsuki, body carved by the GODS because of all the hero training he went through, he’s huge, hugeeeee, and god he loves the way his clothes smother you, just something about those fuckin’ sleeves hanging off of your hands, with you making those little ghost ‘boo’s at him, before breaking into a giggle makes his cock stir.
The end of his big shirt covers the boxers you have underneath, and he only notices you’re wearing them when he has you thrown on the bed with the shirt pushed up above your tits, his head smooshed in between to drag his tongue between your mounds all the way down to… his boxers? Fuck
He doesn’t know exactly what’s driving him crazy, the way you’re completely comfortable with wearing his clothes, engulfing yourself in his scent, marking you as his, or the way you had to tie off a side of his boxers so they won’t slide off of your hips. He’s choosing the latter, for sure.
He can’t help but moan when he just about presses his leaking tip to your cunt and already feels you whimpering and thrashing.
“S’too much, suki, p-please”
“Wadda ya mean s’too much baby? M’not even half way there” the gasp you let out at his response urges a twitch from his dick, and you feel it as your walls clamp down on him.
And when finally, after thumbing your clit and whispering “relax baby” to you a few times, he seethes in, and barely, god, barely, holds himself from cuming right then and there, tugging your wrist to place your hand on the bulge in your tummy.
“Y’see that, hmm? Daddy’s too big for your tight cunt, yea? Daddy’s gonna - fuck - wreck this lil pussy so good, y’want that?”
The way your writhing under him is more than the confirmation he needs, your walls are so fuckin tight against him, squeezing him for all his worth, and for the love of god the noises your wet sexes are making has him going feral, pounding into you even harder until you’re crying with euphoria.
When your orgasm hits you, you cunt squeezes him like a vice, and he can’t think about anything other than filling your cute tight lil pussy with his seed, and what does he do? Just about that, ropes of sticky cum coat your insides and you sigh and giggle at the warm feeling, your eyes droopy as Katsuki peppers kisses alongside your body.
Long story short, don’t wear his clothes if you’re not ready for the consequences.
And nearly every one of my wishes was given to you.”
trampled grass and embers glow. cicadas hummed a softer lullaby than near their home — no humbled chatter, no cars driving by.
ichigo quietly claims that he has never laid witness to a meteor shower; but rukia mumbled that in several instances within her life — he resembled one.
he once came shooting down from broken skies, and she swears that she witnessed every spectrum of colour in one blinding motion. in another, when she had made her peace and said her goodbyes, his presence became thunder and lightning collided with a noose that made her feel more alive than she ever had been.
nimble little fingers traced the lines of his palms, as if marking invisible constellations and biding the moon to make them so. in these fleeting moments, he hoped that his ridiculously long eyelashes (as she had so claimed) were enough to hold the pools that threatened his cheeks.
if it had never been brought to anyone’s attention — ichigo was nothing if not brash. he was all head on collisions and a swords tip at gods neck — how could she possibly compare him to something as bright as a star - fallen or otherwise?
rukia hushed his thoughts with a shoulder kiss and nested her cheek there and claimed it as hers.
he was truly terrible at giving himself credit or giving himself relief from a a haunted hollow’s thoughts and the ghosts that reside in his head. for where he saw brashness, she saw his bravery. when reckless and endangered, she felt trust. where he settled on insult and injury, she broke his sword with a swift kick and a hand outstretched.
ichigo needn’t be reminded, feeling her right elbow threaten his stomach — but he would never admit that his ears felt flushed in the cold air.
tea sips, light banter, quiet laughter — rukia breathed once, and then again before her head tipped back against his chest to meet his gaze (and forsakes all things that made her this small),
“you resemble a meteor in another way; the way it blazes so bright and disappears in the same instant. can you promise that I’m enough to keep you here; enough to keep you earthbound? is it selfish to ask?”
there is silence, a heartbeat, and then the lights begin.
in that moment, ichigo looks up at the heavens and whispers his mother's name, but not in pray — saying ‘please, won’t you forgive me? because for the first time in a decade I have not asked the stars for your peace, but as they appear before me all at once, I have given all of them to her so that she may keep the light in her eyes - forever to guide me to her’.
she hears the hammer of his heart as he clutches her to his chest, face buried in lavender scented hair.
“there is nothing you could ask of me, that I would not give to you — you little fool.”
“you’re equal parts fool, idiot.”
he chokes out a laugh while rukia keeps the stars in her eyes...
Authors note: Sorry if its a little longer than most stuff i write or if it comes off as weird, I wanted to do a warmup but went on for much longer than expected. Hope you enjoy!
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Once Virgil heard the satisfying ‘click’ he knew Logan was done setting up the telescope, now if only he could get the same done with his tripod.
“Would you like some assistance Virge?”
He chuckled a bit, the dork sure loved to help. “Yes please.” And Virgil always appreciated it.
“If only using a tripod was just as easy as a camera...” Virgil muttered eliciting a soft smile from his friend. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, this is only first time using one, correct?”
“Well technically second since i tested it at home today...” and there was the same satisfying click as before.
“Looks like we’re ready now.” Logan stood upright again and Virgil stretched a bit looking over at Logan.
“Even if it was my second try, i don’t think you’ve ever set up a tripod yet you managed to make it work in less than a minute!”
Logan looked at him a little surprised by the compliment and averted his eyes, his cheeks may or may not have been a bit red but nobody could tell in the dark of the night.
“Well it’s... nothing really. I’ve set up my telescope hundreds of times and it uses a pretty similar mechanic to your tripod to make it stand so it makes sense that I could set it up quickly.”
Now it was Virgil’s turn to smile softly at the nerd in front of him, oh how cute he is when he gets all shy like that. Virgil quickly shook that thought out of his head, beginning to blush a bit and turned his attention to the sky.
“So uh... when’s the meteor shower supposed to begin? I kinda need to set my camera’s timer up.”
“Oh right!” Logan said as he glanced down at his clock. “We have exactly 5 minutes and 18 seconds.”
Virgil chuckled a bit turning to his camera and setting the timer, “I guess I’ll set it to 6 minutes then...” ‘Such an extra and nerdy dork’ he thought fondly.
Then he turned back to Logan to see him looking through the telescope, perhaps adjusting the height and where its been pointed which reminded Virgil to do the same for his camera.
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“One minute left!” Said Logan as he looked at his watch. He was going to be counting down the remaining seconds in his head if it weren’t for Virgil clearing his throat. He then turned his head over to the emo who was rubbing the back of his neck, looking quite bashful.
“Hey uh... thanks for joining me Lo... I don’t think I would’ve come out here to do this if I was on my own...”
Logan smiled fondly at his friend and said “No need to thank me, I was already looking for a reason to see this myself.” It also worked out well for Logan as he had always wondered what it would be like to stargaze with Virgil though he wouldn’t admit it.
Virgil smiled back at him and Logan felt the need to look away to hide the blush on his face and so he turned his attention to the sky.
“Oh, it has begun.”
The sky had lit up with the spectacle and the boys watched on in awe. The shower was to last several hours yet they watched on for several minutes. They hadn’t even noticed Virgil’s camera going off, oblivious to everything but the sky.
When they finally looked away they turned towards each other. Virgil giggled a bit at how cliche the whole scene was, making Logan blush again only this time it was visible to Virge but that wasn’t important to him as...
“I haven’t even used the telescope yet!” with that he made a move towards the telescope when he had another thought.
“Virgil... have you ever used a telescope?” Virgil looked back over and with the shake of his head Logan had another fond smile on his face “Would you like to try?”
He smiled back and made his way towards the telescope, “Sure” He knew to close and eye and look through the hole and Logan felt himself smile at the growing smile on Virgil’s lips.
Standing upright he turned to him, “Thanks, that was pretty cool!”
Logan, now very aware of both the sincere thanks as well as how close the other’s smile was, turned away and distracted himself by looking through the telescope instead.
“Uh... no need to thank me V, it’s-it’s only common courtesy after all...” he felt his cheeks begin to burn as he processed the moment and inwardly cursed himself for stuttering.
And with that the boys went to work, Virgil had flipped through the pictures he got and then began taking some on his own as Logan observed and occasionally took notes, it was quiet but peaceful as both went about their own side projects.
Then as he was gazing through the telescope he heard Virgil speak up all of a sudden, “Hey, don’t move right now ok?” followed by the sound of his camera shutter. “Ok you can move now.” The boy looked over towards his friend as he scrolls through his pictures.
“Sorry if you didn’t want your picture taken, it’s just...” he paused for a moment to take a breath. “...it would’ve been weird to come out all this way and not take a picture of the most beautiful star there is.” Virgil let out an awkward laugh, “Sorry it was just perfect, sorry!” But there was no response from Logan, he just stood there completely caught off guard.
Virgil, now visibly nervous, ran over to his friend with his camera and showed him the image, “Hey uh, how do you think it turned out? I managed to capture the shower as well so it looks pretty cool i think.” The picture really did look gorgeous, you could only see the silhouette of the boy and the telescope with the focus being the sky yet it fit in perfectly.
“Yes it’s quite beautiful.” Logan looked back at him, seemingly having forgotten the comment and the photographer let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.
“By the way... if you didnt want an image taken i’ll delete it for you.”
“Oh there’s no need,” Another warm glance, “It’s perfectly fine by me.”
They then started flipping through the photos that he had taken. Some of the ones taken by the tripod were a bit unfocused whereas some looked perfect. Of those the boy took on his own, they were all beautiful and looked professionally taken.
“These are absolutely stunning Virgil, you’ve outdone yourself tonight!” He exclaimed. Feeling a little flustered he tugged at the end of his hoodie.
“It’s nothing really, they’re not even ready for the news or my blog!” The boy took a hold of his camera again “I still have to edit them so the meteor shower pops out more...”
“While I do agree you can always improve you shouldn’t push yourself down. Talking yourself down can harm the creative process in several ways and do believe me when i say you’ve done good as you are aware I’m not one to metaphorically sugarcoat any critique i give.”
Virgil took in a deep breathe as he felt the heat once again rise to his ears but quickly giggled, drawing Logan’s attention away from it.
“Alright, I’ll stop if you stop!” The emo said with a smirk.”Deal?” He winked at the boy in front of him causing said boy’s heart to skip a beat. ‘When had the anxious boy gotten so comfortable’ he wondered to himself but wouldn’t dare question it. He needed as much support as he could get tonight.
The man in front of him smirked back “Touche.” and grabbed his hand firmly, shaking it. “Deal.”
And there was the anxious boy again, who thought he couldn’t get a better moment and continued to hold the boy’s hand far after the handshake should’ve been over.
“V, is everything all right?” He met Logan’s eyes and could tell by just a glance that he was both confused and concerned.
“I um... Do you know why I asked you to come with me?”
He watched wide eyes blink in confusion and glance off in another direction. “Wasn’t it because you wanted company and I have a tendency to stargaze.”
The response made Virgil chuckle a bit, ‘analytical as always’ and calmed his racing heartbeat with another deep breath. “Well that does help but those aren’t the only reasons you know like i said...” They locked eyes. “If you hadn’t come then I would have picked another topic or something, not plan out an outing to an open field like this at least.”
The bespectacled boy now was even more confused. Was it not due to the fear of being out on your own at midnight? Then why?
Meanwhile Virgil attempted smiling as casually as he could but it was evident he too was nervous. “You- you see...” He took another steadying breath and decided to grab the boy’s other hand as well. “I wanted to tell you something..”
He focused back at his friend once again who was smiling at him lightly, “What is it Virgil?”
“I-I..” An inhale and exhale could be heard once again “I really.. like you Logan, uh romantically I mean.”
He had kept his gaze on Logan’s face until it finally showed a sign of shock to which he let go of his hands, looked away and braced himself for the worst but then;
“Am I... free to hug you?” Locking eyes again Logan was staring back at him looking nervous himself but the warmth and adoration radiating from his eyes said it all. Virgil happily flung himself into the arms of his new partner.
caleb does your hair on wash day with curly haired!reader
an: not proofread, but we desperately need more curly representation in mc's hairstyles!!! black reader implied
you sat down on the vanity chair, hair damp, patiently waiting for caleb to grab the tools needed to do your hair. as kids every morning before school, caleb did your hair when grandma couldn't. your hair was too thick, too curly and coarse for grandma to even have a clue of where to start, so caleb learned and helped out. he researched what products best suited for your hair texture, what gels to use and practiced different hairstyles on you. his hands were patient and gentle as you caught up on schoolwork in the early morning, or ate breakfast.
at this age, it felt kinda embarrassing to have him to be fixing your hair. but you were so tired and doing your hair took up so much time, so when caleb offered you couldn't resist.
"what are we thinking today pipsqueak?" caleb asked pushing away the damp curls from your eyes. "I can do i a braid, a wash and go, or even straighten it if you want."
you took a moment to think. straightening it would only have your hair revert back on your next mission. you needed something low maintenance.
"can you just slick my hair back into a ponytail please? i've been too busy to even think about my hair lately"
he smiled. "sure thing pips."
he started by finger detangling, taking the leave in conditioner and separated the crown of your hair into sections. other stylists were way too rough and impatient with your hair that you hardly ever went to the salon. but caleb took his time, his fingers deftly detangling each curl, making sure he didn't accidentally pull on a knot too hard.
next he took some styling gel and gathered your hair into one hand. the soft pull made your eyes flutter shut as he brushed your long curls all the way into a low ponytail. grabbing a smaller toothbrush shaped brush, he swooped your baby hairs just the way you always liked them.
"just one last finishing touch." he took a apple shaped barrette and clipped it to the right side of your head.
"ta-da! i saw this at the store and thought it would suit you"
you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring his handiwork. after all these years, caleb is still the only person who knows how to take care of your hair.
"not bad," you said, denying him the full satisfaction. your slight smile gave everything away, pulling you into his tight embrace, caleb's lips brushed your forehead.
"you used to ask me all the time to do this as kids," he sighed. "now that you're all grown up you're too busy to take care of yourself. you know if you ever need help i'll always be there."
for just one this one moment, you allowed yourself to be taken care of. you sink deeper into his arms, silently wishing he would never go back to sky haven the next day.
the concept of being related to caleb when you're literally black
LOL it's hard for me to wrap my head around being plausibly related to mr. caleb xia so here are some headcanons that i have that help me make sense of the game
black!mc's hair was bullied when she was younger because her of curly hair. you stood out from the crowd and younger!caleb had to constantly defend you and stand up to your bullies
grandma josephine hadn't a clue how to help so naturally caleb stepped in. he knows how to braid your hair and put it in any style you like
speaking of hair, we all know that growing up caleb dried your hair and still enjoys doing so. washdays were an exclusively a you and caleb activity pre-reunion and he helped blowdry your hair and even straighten it for special occasions
during your school days, everyone knew you two weren't actually related but lived in the same household. "brother from another mother" you jokingly called him
^ the above is further reinforced by the fact you guys don't even share last names, but still share a familial bond.
