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♡ summary: you mistakenly think caleb has a preference for bigger boobs. he does not. he's had enough of your insecurity about your smaller chest and decides to show you just how much he loves your tits the way they are.
♡ featuring: caleb x fem!reader
♡ tags: wc 2.4k, established relationship, dubcon, boobjob, creampie, vaginal sex, biting kink, size kink, size difference, dirty talk, inappropriate use of evol, nipple play, verbal degradation, name-calling (slut), gēgē caleb, tsundere & bratty & spoiled reader, dom/sub undertones, dom caleb, sub reader, rough sex, oral (m! receiving) if you squint, kinda brat taming vibes (?), some fluff at the end, this is basically just self-indulgent shameless smut
♡ inspired by this fanart ♡ dividers by @cursed-carmine & @cafekitsune
Caleb is walking home with you after a day of shopping when something catches his eye in the store window, bringing his stride to a halt. A gorgeous necklace with a silver outline shaped like an apple glints in the sunlight, with a dazzling diamond embedded in the center. The necklace is resting on the neck of a headless mannequin, a beautiful piece of jewelry. His gaze is drawn towards it immediately, mesmerized by the image of it resting on your lovely neck forming in his mind. Only one thought echoes in his head, a soft blush spreading across his face like pink petals dusted across his skin.
I need to buy that pendant for her.
Meanwhile, you've already walked a couple paces ahead before you realize Caleb isn't next to you anymore. You smile as you call out his name, turning around to see what he's doing. "Caleb?"
Your smile instantly fades at what you see. Your cold, calm, and collected Caleb is standing in the middle of sidewalk, dazed and completely entranced by the busty mannequin in the shop window. The mannequin has a white dress hugging its perfect, artificial figure, with big breasts and a devilish, supple cleavage shown off in the display. Your heart sinks to your stomach, rage and despair tangling into one toxic poison in your chest. A chest that will never be like the mannequin in the display window.
While you glare at the mannequin, Caleb makes a mental note to stop by the shop tomorrow. He then walks past you casually, as if he hadn't just been ogling the mannequin's boobs. "Hurry up, you said you were starving. I'll cook you something delicious."
Did he seriously have to stare at it so openly in public?! And then he has the audacity to act like nothing happened?!
When you make it home, you run upstairs to the bedroom. Caleb assumes you went upstairs to take a shower or bath, so he doesn't stop you. He leaves the shopping bags on the sofa and heads to the kitchen, pulling on an apron over his black compression shirt.
While he's downstairs getting ready to cook dinner, you're stripping off your clothes and standing in front of the mirror to stare at your bare body. You glare at your small chest in the mirror's reflection, then cup it in your hands. Your breasts are so small compared to that stupid mannequin in that shop. When you were younger, you used to hold out hope that you might suddenly have a growth spurt, but you're an adult now. The growth spurt never came. This is it. This is as big as it's going to get, and it's not good enough for him. Stupid Caleb!
A soft knock comes through the door, followed by the sound of Caleb twisting the locked doorknob. "Pips, is everything alright? It's been an hour."
"Go away!" you shout, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Stupid Caleb! I know you like big boobs! I'm sorry I'm such a flat board!"
"What?! Who told you that nonsense?!" Caleb exclaims, annoyance shooting through him like a bolt of lighting. He tightens his grip on the doorknob, twisting it more aggressively. "Open the door so we can talk."
"No!" you yell, stomping your foot petulantly.
Caleb breathes in slowly to maintain his composure, but the irritation manages to seep into his calm voice.
"Open it," he repeats, "or I'm breaking in."
"Let me mourn my cup size in peace! Dummy!"
You're always complaining about your chest. Caleb tries to counter your negativity with compliments, but so far, the insecurity has only gotten worse. He's tried his best to be gentle and patient with you, supportive and kind like a good boyfriend should be, and it hasn't worked. You still whine and complain.
"So childish," Caleb mutters.
If persuasion doesn't work, then doesn't that mean the only option left is force?
The doorknob on your side suddenly shoots out, bouncing off the wooden floor. You shriek, stumbling a couple steps back. The door slowly creaks open. Caleb stands in the doorway with a dark look in his violet eyes, tossing aside the other doorknob in his hand.
"C-Caleb," you stammer, shocked and flustered. Your face turns red, your hands still covering your tits while leaving the rest of your body exposed. "You can't just—!"
Suddenly, you're lifted into the air and slammed onto the soft bed by an invisible force, dragging your hands away from your chest and lifting them above your head. The weight of his Evol bears down on you, pinning your entire body with incredible pressure. Caleb strides over to the bed to crawl on top of you, knees planted on either side of your waist.
"What are you—?!" you cry out, indignant, but the feeling of Caleb's hands groping your tits roughly has the words dying in an instant.
"I tried to hold back." He looks down at you with a flushed, callous gaze. "I didn't want to be cruel, but you've really pushed me past the limits of my patience." The outline of his muscles are visible through the compression shirt, the fabric of his black pants stretched across his powerful thighs. "I was trying so hard to be good, but you've given me no choice." His hands squeeze and grind the flesh of your chest, painful and unforgiving. "Spoiled brats like you only learn the hard way, huh?"
Caleb's fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, twisting and rolling them between his forefinger and thumb. You can't stop the desperate whimpers from leaving your throat. "Gēgē, p-please, stop!"
Caleb's breathing is uneven now, staring at your tits like he's in a trance.
"It's too late for apologies. You need to be punished properly."
He descends, sinking his teeth into your skin. You gasp from the pain, your back arching slightly off the mattress. He bites and sucks at your tits like a feral dog, taking turns teasing each one of your hard nipples between his teeth with his tongue pulsing around it. You squirm and writhe, instinctively trying to get away. The weight of him and his Evol barely allows for any movement, trapping you underneath him.
"Gēgē, it hurts! Please!" Tears slip down your cheeks, both your tits and your nipples aching and tingling from his vicious attention. "Gēgē!"
Caleb finally pulls back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to one of your puffy and raw nipples. His gaze is zeroed in on your breasts, hypnotized by the sight of them. The imprint of his teeth is stamped all across your chest, like he's staked a claim over that part of your body.
"Look at what you do to me." Caleb starts unbuckling his belt, the outline of his bulge visible through the fabric of his pants. "You have such perfect tits, and yet, you're so ungrateful for them." He pulls out his long, hard cock, precum beading at the tip and dripping down onto your tits. He adjusts his hips, practically crushing on your ribs with his weight, slapping his thick girth down onto your sternum.
You jolt at the movement, whimpering quietly. "Gēgē…"
"I can't believe you made up some nonsense about me preferring big boobs when I fucking love your small tits." He cups your breasts in his hands, squishing them around his cock. "Maybe I should put your nipples through daily training—pinch them between some vibrating nipple clamps and make them so sensitive that you can't even wear a thin shirt without your nipples getting overstimulated." Caleb slowly rocks his hips, his shaft gliding easily between the soft fat of your chest. When he moves forward, the tip of his cock bumps against your chin, nearly brushing your lips. "Or maybe I should fuck your tits and paint them white with my cum so you know who they belong to. Is that what it's gonna take for you to learn? Do you need me to fuck the insecurity out of you?"
Caleb snaps his hips back and forth, keeping your tits squeezed tightly around his cock with his thumbs teasing your tender nipples. He's panting now, fucking your tits in earnest while you can do nothing but take it.
"Open your mouth and tilt your head forward," he commands, and you comply, parting your lips obediently. "Stick your tongue out…Yeah, just like that. Keep it"—he grunts—"open."
With every thrust, the head of his cock rubs against your tongue, brushing your soft lips. The taste of him and the feeling of his cock between your tits has your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing, aching from the emptiness. Whenever the head of his cock reaches your lips, you suck the tip and drag your tongue up the slit, licking up the musky precum.
"Hah, fuck," Caleb pants, moving faster. The necklace you gifted him hangs off his neck as it always does, jostled by his thrusting. It clinks softly amidst the sound of skin slapping and rubbing against slick skin. "You're such a slut for making me enjoy this. Taking my cock between your tits and lips to pretend like you're a good girl when you're"—His hips stutter, each word becoming punctuated with a forceful thrust—"actually—a damn—brat!"
Caleb cums on your tongue with a low moan, head thrown back and droplets of sweat dripping down the column of his throat. He releases your tits and sits back on his heels, catching his breath. You wait quietly with the thick and bitter stickiness coated on your outstretched tongue, not daring to move without his permission.
Caleb finally looks at you after what feels like an eternity. "Swallow it all."
You pull your tongue back inside your mouth and do as he says, swallowing it down and licking your lips to make sure you haven't missed a drop. Caleb rests his large hand on your head, petting your hair for a moment. "Good girl."
You look up at him with cute, wide eyes, pretending to look all distressed when he knows you're enjoying it. Behind that faux nervous and annoyed gaze, he can sense your arousal. You mumble quietly, a hint of defiance remaining despite your submission. "You're the worst…"
"Yeah, I'm the worst," Caleb replies, moving back. He eases up his Evol so you can move your arms, but the core of your body is still under his control. He spreads apart your legs and lays his body on top of yours, two hundred pounds of muscle plus the added weight of his Evol crushing your body underneath him. His forearms rest on either side of your head, his hot mouth trailing kisses along your jaw. You grasp at his shoulders, whining feebly at the sensation. You want to move your hips, but you can't. "Your gēgē is mean, selfish, and stubborn with no self-control. He never wants to hear any criticism about you. He wants to mark every part of you for himself. He wants you to love every part of yourself because he loves everything about you." He slowly rolls his hips to tease his cock between your wet folds, lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs. "Every. Single. Thing."
Caleb kisses you on the lips gently, his cock pushing inside, spreading apart your walls with an insatiable heat. You moan into his mouth, your tongues sliding together feverishly. You grip the fabric of his shirt, dizzy and drunk on the feeling of him thrusting slow and deep inside of you. Caleb's body practically engulfs yours, powerful and heavy enough to keep you from thinking about anything except him.
"I love you," you gasp deliriously in between kisses as his cock pumps in and out of you. "Caleb—Gēgē—I love you. I love you. I—Oh, I'm cumming!"
"Fuck," Caleb hisses. Your tight, wet heat pulsates around his cock, sucking him in as he cums deep inside of you. He stays inside you for a moment, savoring the feeling. You moan softly as he pulls out, clinging to him as his semen leaks out of your pulsing hole. Caleb slowly lifts both himself and the weight of his Evol off of you, then spreads your folds apart with two fingers to watch his semen spill out of your pretty pussy lips. He scoops some of it up with his fingers as it drips down, lifting it up and pushing it in gently to stuff it back into your hole.
"Ngh." Your pussy twitches around his fingers, your hands gripping the sheets. Without his added weight or heat, you feel a bit lonely. You glare at him. "Pervert."
"Ha." Caleb smirks. "If I'm a pervert, then what does that make you for enjoying it?"
You kick at him weakly with one leg. Caleb catches your ankle with ease, pressing a kiss to your calf. You shake your leg, grumbling, "Let go."
Caleb lowers your leg and opens the bedside drawer with his Evol, floating a soft towel to him so he can carefully wipe you clean. "You're pouting because I didn't say it back, right?" He pulls you unexpectedly into his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist, looking up with you with a sweet and sinful reverence. "That's because once I start, I don't know when I'll be able to stop." He kisses your pulse point, then your collarbone, his lips drifting dangerously close to your chest. "Because my love for you is endless."
You squirm in his lap, flustered by his sincerity. "Okay, okay, I get it! Shut up already!"
Caleb presses his cheek against your sternum, listening to your heartbeat with his face squished against your boobs. "I love you."
You stop squirming, your heart pounding inside of your chest. Your hand rests on top of his soft brown hair, your other hand lightly gripping his shoulder. How does this idiot always manage to get you so flustered? Ugh. "Then hurry up and clean me already. I'm tired of being sweaty."
Caleb exhales a breathy laugh. He looks at you with a dark gaze, like he wants to teach you a lesson a second time. "Brat."
"If I'm a brat, then what does that make you for enjoying it?" you fire back.
Caleb moves to stand. Your arms and legs wrap around his shoulders and waist instinctively to balance yourself. His strong hands grip your ass and thighs to support you as he carries you to the bathroom. "I'm the one who created this brat, so of course I'd enjoy it."
He always takes care of you after sex. He bathes you, pats your body dry, blow dries and brushes your hair for you. He'll even rub lotion on your skin for you. You're spoiled beyond belief because of him and his pampering. You can't imagine being this way with anyone else.
"Hmph. Then you better take responsibility."
"I will, pips. For the rest of our lives."
the flatter the chest, the closer you get to her heart ❤️
🦌 The Life and Times by Jewels5/ @itreallyatemyhand
She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.
I need to give my flowers to TLAT. Like, hello?? I fear this summary will always be iconic to me.... This is the first ship I actively searched for fanfiction of, and TLAT (especially in its prime) was, like, a whole phenomenon. IYKYK. Obviously, Jily gets "The Kiss" by Gustav Klimt (1907–1908), one of my favorite paintings ever 🥹 (and the lovers in the painting match James and Lily's hair colors too, which never occurred to me until I made this cover!) I haven't read this fic since... 2013 maybe... but I did give it a skim while I was archiving the fic and while it really is a tragedy it's been discontinued, I am so glad it ended where it did and thankful I got to read it 😭
i love love it when people tell me about thier day. like yes tell me what you for breakfast and lunch and dinner. tell me that you almost burnt your egg. tell me that you saw a cool rock. someone was being a bitch to you? tell me about it. tell me the drama too girl c'mon spill the tea while you're at it
Night at the Museum: Redesigning Characters 1/4(?)
Character profile: Frank "Noses" Capone
This character is based off of and takes inspiration from the historical Frank Capone.
Real Name: Salvatore "Frank" Capone
Nickname and Meaning: Noses - He got this nickname from being inquisitive and being unafraid to stick his nose into other people's business, even if it gets him into trouble.
Age: 28 (July 16, 1895)
Time Period: Frank is from America's Prohibition in the 1920s, to be exact, hes from April 1st, 1924 Chicago, just before he and a group of Mafioso's went to the polling station near the Western Electric Hawthorn plant.
Family: James "Jimmy" Vincenzo Capone, Raffaele "Ralph" James Capone, and Alphonse "Al" Gabriel Capone + Three younger brothers and one sister that wasn't brought back.
(Headcanons under the cut)
Based on/taken from History:
involved in the Five Points Gang with mobster John Torrio as a kid
Rumored to be queer because he never had an open interest in women/having sex with women like his brothers
Had a kid??? But then took it away from his fiancé??
Nickname was Noses?
Smartest of the eldest Capones
Killed when 70 plain clothes police officers arrived at W 22nd St & S Cicero Ave, Cicero, IL 60804 on April 1st, 1924. He didn’t have time to pull his gun out and was shot so many times, two other bystanders were killed/injured
described as mild-mannered, intelligent and immaculately-dressed
Thought to have ordered 500 deaths since joining the Chicago outfit (1919-1921 to 1924)
“you never get no talk back from a corpse”
+ Intelligent
+ Social
+ Hard-working
- Quick to anger
- Unstable moods
My own silly headcanons:
Can be level-headed, but usually his anger gets the best of him.
His presence calms Al down a lot. His brother really loves him and missed Frank. Frank reminds Al of simpler times when they’d run errands for their old boss Torrio… now Al’s boss.
Represented by clover/clubs. The club symbol represents the summer season and the earth element. The club suit in cards indicates youth, a phase when a person focuses on education, and recklessness.
Frank has matching pins with Al, Jimmy, and Ralph, each brother taking a playing card suit. The brothers made them together with old scrap metal they found in the Navy yard.
Sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong. He likes putting himself in the middle of gossip circles. When he’s not purposefully antagonizing Napoleon to get a reaction, they get along really well because of this.
Wiggles his nose when he thinks hard
Tallest of the Capone brothers (6’1)
Broken out of the museum in search of the closest liquor store out of pure boredom. They tried to pay with greyscale $50s and promptly got kicked out.
A little bit of a sadist.
Gets very violent when he’s upset and enjoys it. Frank doesn’t usually feel bad about his previous actions
Frank: My furby died in my arms when I was a child
Ivan: I’m sorry to hear that..?
Frank, grinning and joking slightly: Don’t be. I’ve never felt more like a god.
He’d be on Booktok
Like his brothers, Frank will flirt with anyone. Unlike his brothers, Frank is mostly doing it to tease and have fun.
Sucker for hallmark movies
Jerma vibes
His ears turn red when he lies (credit to @frombottlealleytotheharbor for this one)
Frank’s Tommy is a replica whereas his Smith & Wesson Model 10 is from a photo/cutout. His Tommy doesn’t work at all, but his handgun can- he just doesn’t have any bullets.
The Model 10 is named Peggy and the Tommy is Doll
….. don’t call him Frankie unless your family.
Jimmy Consentini belongs to @all-yn-oween. I had to draw him and Frank together because (I think) they both have two-piece suits.
Plain clothes Napoleon is inspired by this and something I have scheduled.
happy to be back y’all. thanks so much for all of the tags, @worldofthraeia and @daughter-of-inklings :)
aaaand here’s a short snippet from Blackflame - a real huge moment in the first arc. I was going to share Lucas and Calliope’s first kiss but honestly I really feel like I need to rewrite that scene entirely, and I’m feeling chaotic about sharing spoilers so we get an, erm, interesting kiss between Eves and Calliope instead:
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Calliope felt naked under the ferocity of the dark golden eyes. Eves sounded nearly starved as they rasped, “I have a residence nearby. You will accompany me there.” Their hands forcefully grabbed onto the back of Calliope’s shirt and her hair, arching her back to pull her tightly into their chest.
This was not part of the script - the fearful exclamation escaped before Calliope could quell it. “W-what?”
Eves’ face hovered terrifyingly close to hers. “You will stay with me. Show me your loyalty.”
“For how long?” Where was Lucas? Eves could whisk her away to this unknown place at any moment. She needed to distract them enough to stay here a minute longer, to let Calliope grab the dagger at her side while Eves was too engrossed.
“As long as it takes,” they uttered in a strangled tone, before crushing their mouth to hers.
Now. Lucas or no Lucas, Calliope needed to strike. She stifled the vomit that welled in her throat, the burning electricity coursing through her body, and willed her arm to reach down to the dagger at her thigh. She fisted her hand on the hilt and drove it with all her might into Eves’ ribcage.
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(don’t worry, Eves fans {me}, you don’t actually think they’d go down that easily, right?)
I’ll go ahead and super gently tag @fleurtygurl @ink-flavored and @awleeofficial !
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adding the blackflame tag list here to “sneakily” announce my return to tumblr: (btw thank you to the new tag list friends!):
