Aug 10
first mini-comic kinda nervous… anyway, little Bloody-Mary moment cos it’s a compelling dynamic.
important to note I’ve never seen iron lung, apologies for any missed details 😀🫠🫠
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first mini-comic kinda nervous… anyway, little Bloody-Mary moment cos it’s a compelling dynamic.
important to note I’ve never seen iron lung, apologies for any missed details 😀🫠🫠
One of the hottest thing for sexy time is experience. Not like "I fucked a hundred people" kind, but the "I know what that exact sound means from you because I've heard it a hundred times at moments you said you wanted this" kind.
So personalised experience, but for humans
cw: caleb x fem!reader, solo caleb, panty sniffing, masturbation, voyeurism fantasies, delulu!caleb
Dishes? Washed.
Trash? Taken out.
Floors? Swept.
Chicken? Defrosting on the counter.
Caleb hummed a tune to himself as he moved through your apartment, letting himself in like he owned the place. It wasn’t like you ever minded anyway. And it was his day off. What else could he be doing with his free time? Sit at home and think about you? He did that enough already. He may as well make himself useful.
He placed the laundry basket on top of the washing machine and popped the door open, already imagining your face when you came home to a spotless apartment and dinner cooking in the oven.
“Caleb, Caleb! You’re so good to me!” You would say. “What would I do without you?”
Then maybe you’d reward him. Spend the evening with him watching a movie. Let him sleep over. Maybe a little more if he played his cards right.
He chuckled to himself as he tossed a few of your tops into the washing machine. Then something white caught his eye in the basket.
“Oh, Pipsqueak,” he tutted, reaching inside with a grin. “This is not the whites—“
The words died in his throat as he realised what was in his hand.
He pulled out a white, lacy bra. He held it up, turning it over in his hands. The cups felt soft on his fingers, the fabric delicate. When did you wear this? Was it yesterday when you took him to Twinkle Toys? Did you wear it when you hugged his arm and cheered him on?
He didn’t mean to bring it to his face. It just… happened.
He buried his nose in the soft cups and inhaled deeply, the scent overtaking his senses. It smells like flowers. Was it your lotion? Or perfume? Or was it just you - the way you always smelled when you leaned in, rested your head on his shoulder and hugged him?
The lace was so thin against his skin. He imagined pressing his face into your breasts while you still wore this. He thought of the goosebumps that would rise on your skin, the way your nipples would peak and poke through the fabric when he kissed and sucked between your breasts.
His cock twitched at the thought.
He slowly pulled the bra away from his face and stared down at himself.
“Fuck’s sake, Caleb…” he muttered, as he adjusted himself in his shorts. “Getting hard over a bra.”
He shoved the bra back in the basket, out of sight, and dragged both hands down his face. He tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling, exhaling hard through his nose.
Stop being a creep.
He reached into the hamper again, grabbing a handful of laundry and shoving it roughly into the machine. Don’t think about it.
Then his fingers brushed against something delicate. He pulled it out. It was a matching pair of white, lacy panties. His breath caught at the sight of them.
Staring at the underwear, he rubbed the fabric between his fingers. When did you buy these anyway? Who bought them for you? He turned and glanced around the empty apartment. It was brief, guilty, almost paranoid. As if you might jump out of the shadows and catch him red-handed.
He turned back to face the machine, then slowly, tentatively pressed them to his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled.
Fuck.
It was different from the bra. It was stronger, more you. The scent went straight to his head, making his thoughts fuzzy. He quickly pulled them away from his face and slammed his hands on the machine, panties still bunched in his fist. Leaning forward on the washer, he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the ache between his legs.
This is wrong.
But once he opened his eyes again, his gaze drifted to the lingerie in his hand. He turned and leaned back against the machine, spreading his legs just slightly.
You’d never know, he reasoned. He’d just throw them straight in the laundry. Nobody would know.
His fingers clenched around your underwear.
His other hand drifted to the front of his shorts, palming his cock over the fabric - slow and teasing. He pulled his shorts and boxers down, and his cock sprang free, heavy and aching. He wrapped his hand around himself, gave a few long, slow strokes and brought the panties back to his face.
He inhaled deeper this time. Braver.
His hand moved faster, stroking the head with short, sharp movements.
God, he wanted you so bad.
He thought of you wearing them. Spreading your legs for him. Would you let him bury his face between your legs? He would eat you out through the lace first, just to feel you wet against his tongue through the fabric. Then he’d peel them off.
He moaned quietly into the soft fabric of your panties. Then took them into his mouth and bit down to muffle the sounds coming out of him. He imagined dragging them down your legs, inch by inch, with his teeth.
He sucked on your panties until a wet patch began to form, and some sick part of him wondered what you’d do if you caught him fisting his cock to your underwear. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you did.
Would you be mortified? Would you laugh at him?
Or would you stare at him wide-eyed, breath catching?
“It’s so big!” You’d gasp. “It looks painful. Can I help?”
Of course he’d let you help.
He cursed under his breath, then groaned as he wrapped your panties around his cock. He kept pumping it, gliding the delicate lace over the sensitive underside. The friction was almost too much, so good it hurt. He looked down and saw precum seeping through the fabric, and he bit down hard on his lower lip.
He imagined your hand wrapped around him. You’d slowly sink to your knees, and you’d look up at him with your big, innocent eyes. Then you’d take his cock in your mouth. God, it would feel incredible; he just knew it.
Feeling his end drawing near, he reached blindly into the basket. He pulled out the bra and pressed it to his face, breathing you in as his hand pumped desperately on his cock, harder and faster.
A quiet, choked whimper escaped into your bra as his orgasm crashed through him, his cum spilling into your panties, soaking the fabric. He pumped himself through every pulse, squeezing every last drop out. Legs weak and chest heaving, he slumped back against the washing machine. He lowered his hand to lean on it as he fought to catch his breath.
He looked down at his hand, still wrapped around his softening cock, and winced at the feeling of your soggy underwear. As he fumbled for something to clean himself up, he heard a loud click and slam of a door. It made him freeze on the spot.
“Caleb?” Your voice echoed through the apartment.
Shit.
sylus is a hungry, hungry man cw: sylus x fem!reader, cunnilingus, teasing, MDNI
When Sylus goes down on you, he always takes his sweet time. He settles himself comfortably between your legs, hands spreading you open, admiring the way you look beneath him.
He starts with wet, hot kisses down your inner thigh, nibbling and sucking until he leaves a trail of lovebites all the way to your core. But ever the teaser, he lingers at the top of your thigh. Sucking gently, watching the way you tremble with anticipation, listening to your breath hitch and catch. He's so close you can feel his hot breath ghosting over your centre, his hair tickling the sensitive skin of your thigh.
When he finally lowers his mouth to your pussy, his tongue glides over your folds, slow and savouring, like he's tasting something he's been craving for days. The contented sigh that escapes him at the first taste always sends a shiver straight up your spine. His movements are deliberate, almost lazy, as he laves you with open-mouthed kisses, drawing out every second.
Then he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking gently. Your back arches off the bed, and his hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin. The wet, obscene smack of his lips pulling away sends jolts of excitement and embarrassment through you. But he doesn't give you time to recover. He dives back in, tongue moving faster now, pressing firmer against your throbbing clit, and his eyes flick up to watch your face.
He loves watching you fall apart. The way your jaw goes slack. The way your hands twist the bedsheets until your knuckles go white.
"Look at me, sweetie," he murmurs against your skin, his voice vibrating through your entire body. When you force your gaze down, you find his cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded, silver hair tousled. The aether core in his eye glows a deep, hungry red. He looks like he wants to devour you whole, and you can't look away.
He knows you get shy about saying what you want. But you don't have to. The second your eyes lock, he knows what you want from him.
Your fingers find his hair, tangling in the soft silver strands, and you press his face deeper into your pussy. His eyes flutter shut, and he moans right into you. He pulls your legs wider, tongue sliding lower until it finds your opening, pressing inside, greedy and relentless, while his thumb rubs your clit in slow circles.
Sylus always knows when you're close. He feels it in the way your thighs start to tremble under his hands and your breathing fractures into short, sharp gasps. That's when he latches back onto your clit, sucking hard and doesn't let up until you break.
When your orgasm hits, your legs clamp around his head, and he growls into you, grabbing your thighs and pressing them tighter against his ears, like he can't get close enough. He works you through every wave until you're trembling so hard you can't take anymore, sensitive and gasping.
Only then does he pull away. When he does, his face is flushed, his lips and chin glistening, his hair a mess.
He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes like he’s already starving again. He leans in and sinks his teeth into your thigh gently, making you jolt and gasp under him.
“Can you take another one, sweetie?”
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Zara cries after the first time she had sex; not because she didn't enjoy it or felt violated, but because her brain didn't know what to do with the sex chemicals running round her body. She felt stupid for it but he held her close until she'd calmed down enough for aftercare.
So, uh…THAT scene in Part 3 of Episode 10…14:52 minutes in….who else felt themselves blush, gasp, internally scream and giggle with glee? Because that was definitely for the female gaze.
Like HOLY CRAP! I felt like I was intruding 😂😮💨🫠
how was everyone's 4th of july
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