i recently moved into a new apartment meaning i’ve been buying a lot of furniture. unfortunately i’m one of those people who’s brain blanks when they see an instruction manual.
because caleb is so fond of building model planes, it got me thinking he’d love to build furniture. to him it just seems like a big puzzle. it’s such a cute domestic scenario
awh congrats on moving in !! i wish you the best of luck getting it furnished hehe you got it babe !
anddddd god yes it would be so cute ! just imagine moving into a house with caleb . . . you cheer him on while he assembles everything and he would do all the actual labor and just ask you to sit by him and pass him the screws and whatnot. . . siiggghhhhh he’s such husband material
(omg wait pls let me know if you meant this as a rq. . . i can’t tell, i just finished a midterm and my brain is fried LOL)
synopsis. you never thought your sweet boyfriend would have intimate piercings
cw. smut ˖ piercings ˖ nipple play ˖ dry humping ˖ not proofread
the last thing you ever expected when your boyfriend took his shirt off, were nipple piercings.
three months into dating caleb, you've come to realize that he's just so good. he helps old grannies cross the street, he teaches the neighborhood kids how to throw basketballs into hoops. he's like the cute innocent boy next door. he's just inherently good natured.
so it's to your surprise when you've been kissing him senseless for the past half hour and he takes off his shirt, for you to see two shiny barbells going through his nipples. not that there was anything wrong with it, but you never took him for the type to do things like this.
and so you sit stunned on his bed, staring intently with your jaw dropped. caleb sits in front of you, shirtless while his jeans are unbuttoned but still hang dangerously low on his hips. a goofy grin plastered on his face while he takes in your reaction.
"you. . . are- are those real?" you ask in a daze, still in shock of his appearance.
he tips his head back and laughs, "yes they're real. don'cha see them going through the skin?" he pinches his own nipple between his fingers and tugs.
you inch closer, eyes fixated on his puffy nipples and the bar that's going through them. oh they're real, alright. your eyes flick upwards to meet his gaze. "can i. . . touch?" you ask with hesitance laced in your voice. your hand moves close but doesn't touch him quite yet. you suspend it in air while you wait for confirmation or denial.
his much larger hand clasps over yours and directs it to his chest. "mhm. you can touch me aaanywhere you like. m'yours." he says in a lower tone.
something about the way he says that has heat travelling down to your core. fuck. this was so unexpected but so hot. you can't help the lust that grows the more you look at his attractive physique. . . and his nipples of course.
your hand traces the skin of his chest, idly brushing across his pecs and occasionally grazing his nipple. you can feel him take a breath in every time it does.
you lock eyes with him and hold onto his shoulders while you climb onto his lap. he looks down at you with a lovesick look and places a chaste kiss that you eagerly reciprocate. the moment you pull back, your focus is once again on his chest.
your fingers tentatively trace light circles on his nipples. feeling the softness of his skin and the hardness of the metal. you’re in a trance as you flick your fingers back and forth, watching them move.
while your fingers continue moving, you begin to place kisses all over him. a quick kiss on his lips, then his jaw. you work your way down his throat, stopping at his adam’s apple to gently suck at it. a breathless whine escapes caleb’s lips at your ministration.
you carry on, kisses all the way down to his collarbones, and chest. you stop momentarily on his plush pec, opting to suck and lick to leave a mark on him.
slowly but surely, you begin to feel his bulge come to life. he’s big and hard underneath you. his hips begin to move in sync with your fingers against his nipples.
you pull back from his chest and watch the mark bloom against his skin. and then without a moments hesitation your lip latches on to one of his nipples. his hips jerk and caleb’s head dives into the crook of your neck. his breathing gets heavier, puffs of heat against your skin.
you swirl your tongue against his bud while grinding your hips down onto his crotch. the two of you dry hump like animals in heat. his hands find their place on your hips, gripping at your skin to pull you closer to him. he guides your movements while pressing you further down into his crotch. you can’t help but moan against his skin, vibrations coursing through your mouth to his tit.
“haah- fuck.” he groans.
in one swift movement, he flips you over. your back is flush against his bed while he towers over you. he shoves his jeans down to his knees and begins to rut against you. you both moan in unison at feeling closer to one another without his pants in the way.
you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. his chest is flush against yours. every time he moves his hips against yours, his nipples brush against your chest. he whimpers and whines into you ears. gasping out when his orgasm finally hits him. you grind upwards to meet him there, writhing in his hold while bliss washes over you.
your breaths mingle, sounds of you catching your breath fill the room. he pulls back to give you some space, his arm reaches back to scratch the back of his neck and suddenly he’s transformed back into his cutesy self.
how abt caleb coming to find you at the library after class to make up for mc/reader's jealousy towards other girls clinging onto him 😛 i think he's so college au core 🤌
synopsis. you're a little jealous because all the girls in class flock to your boyfriend caleb
cw. slight angst ˖ jealousy ˖ comfort
note. i think i completely missed what you wanted frm this request anon im so srry
you were going to beat caleb up. doesn't matter if he's taller and stronger than you. . . you were determined to give him a piece of your mind.
you watch as girls flock to him at the end of class, standing way too close for comfort. having him as the student TA for your class was both a blessing and a curse. not only was he super smart and able to help you with the course material, but having him as eye candy to just stare at during class was nice too.
but it turns out many other girls in your class thought the same. they crowd him as they try to feign stupidity on the topic, hoping to talk to caleb by using academics as an excuse. you watch as their hands stroke his forearm while holding the worksheet in front of him for "clarification." you can't blame them though. caleb is the spitting image of boyfriend material with his beanie, glasses, and flannel.
and caleb, being thoughtful, would answer every single one of their questions, unbeknownst to their ulterior motives. you mentally huff and shove your belongings into your bag before storming out of the classroom, giving one glance behind your back to see if he would notice, but he doesn't look your way.
usually you wait for him until he's done with his TA duties so the two of you can go back together. but today is different. you're tired of all the girls clinging on to him while he doesn't care about how that affects you. so with a pout on your face, you trudge all the way to the library.
you sit down at your usual table and take out your supplies to begin studying. you're able to make it through half of your notes before you feel stumped. you sigh, tapping your pen against the notes you took earlier in class.
you feel your emotions rising up again. caleb was supposed to be here at the library with you to help you study for your exam. and you were so looking forward to it. something about the way caleb explains things to you, makes it so easy to understand. not to mention the way he always praises you for getting the answers right. he made studying so much more tolerable.
speak of the devil, you hear the chair next to you scrape against the ground. you don't look up, you don't want to acknowledge his presence at the moment. it's childish, yes. but you can't help the way you feel right now. you pretend to be concentrated on the papers in front of you.
caleb doesn't realize. he slides in the seat and scooches it closer to you. with his elbow on the table he rests his head on his hand and leans in closer to examine what you're looking at.
"mm, yeah. that one's a bit tricky babe. don't worry though. professor caleb's here to help!" he says with a smile.
you turn away from him with a pout on your face, "oh now professor caleb's free, huh. . ."
"what'cha mean, pips? i'm always here for you, you know that." he says while wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
you shrug it off. "i dunno. . . you seemed pretty busy earlier with all those girls at the end of class."
mirth dances in his eyes, "awhh is my widdle apple jealous right now?" he teases you.
you turn towards him with a scowl and gently hit your fist against his chest a few times. "not funny, caleb."
"hahaow- ouch! okay, okay. i'm sorry." he grabs your hands and holds them in his, pulling them up to leave gentle kisses on your knuckles. "talk to me, tell me what's goin' on in that pretty head of yours."
you sulk, "well. . . i-" you avoid eye contact.
his hands squeeze yours, thumb stroking the back of your hand. "take your time, m'listening."
your eyebrows furrow. "it's just that. . . don't you think those girls are too close? a-and it's like you don't even notice how hard they try to flirt with you. . . and i just have to sit and watch. so yes. . . i am jealous."
he takes a few moments to listen and absorb your thoughts and feelings. "i'm sorry i made you feel that way. i only ever have eyes for you, i promise." there's a slight frown on his face. "i really didn't know. i was just trynna do my best for the TA job."
he sits and thinks for a few seconds before speaking up. "tell ya what. i'll move my office hours to be online instead of in person, is that better?"
"yeah. . . m'sorry." you mumble, feeling like you're making a big deal of nothing now that he's clarified himself.
"hey, you have nothing to be sorry for, pips. if anything, i'm glad you told me. i want you to be able to tell me anything." he reassures you.
he looks down at your papers spread across the table. one by one he begins to collect them and put them back inside of your bag.
"wha- caleb, what are you doing? i still have to get through those notes." you say.
"nope." he pops the p. he looks at you with a lopsided grin, glasses slipping down his nose and his hair sticking out of his beanie. "we are gonna go walk around campus, like this." he says while slipping his hand into your back pocket and giving your ass a light squeeze. "gonna hold you nice 'n close so everyone knows who i belong to." he winks.
he slides your bag across his arm and pulls you close as you walk out of the library. "and later we're gonna go back to my dorm and i'm gonna love on you sooooo hard. you're gonna be tired of my kisses by the end of the night."
your feelings of jealousy have disappeared, a smile breaks down on your face as you feel reassured and full of love. "nah. . . i don't think that's possible." you let out a chuckle.
he laughs, warm and loud and then leans down to place a chaste kiss on your temple. "challenge accepted."
synopsis. caleb has some reaaally nice hands and reaaally long fingers
cw. fingering ˖ a bit of pussy spanking ˖ he grabs your throat but not tight ˖ not proofread
hands were your weakness. something about them had you hooked on, captivated, and utterly mesmerized. you come to the conclusion that it’s because of him. no matter what happens, he’s always standing, waiting for you with his arms extended out, hands sticking out at the end just for you; wanting to grab you, feel you, and touch you. you’d like to think you know his hands quite intimately, especially after all the time you had been together.
his hands were larger than yours, much larger, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. the way they were able to encompass your smaller hand, leaving it to be held in a warmth radiating from his skin. his hands always made you feel safe, they were your solace.
his hands were there for you in your sorrows. they would gently flatten against your back, running in smooth motions to calm you down. they would caress your face, stroking your cheek as he used them to remove any lingering tears. they would pick you up to hold you securely within his arms as you let out your tears.
but, his hands were there also there for you in your pleasure. they would slowly rake up your thighs, arms, neck, and various other places to bring you to peak euphoria. his hands start off with sensual touches, a brush of your lip here and a stroke of your thigh there before touching you where you’d need it most.
and so, it's no surprise when caleb has you seated in his lap, legs spread apart. one hand gently caresses your chest. kneading your breast in his hand with the occasional pinches to your nipple. while his other hand works deftly against your oozing cunt.
his two middle fingers rub against your clit, fast circles that have you twitching in his grasp. he coos into your ear, sending notes of praise into your ear. his fingers dance towards your entrance, teasing you with fluttering touches and heavy rubs. it's blissfully agonizing, feeling him like this, touching so close to where you need him most.
you buck your hips against his hand, desperate for more. To your dismay, he removes his hand. you watch as his hand lifts up into the air, only to make its way back down to spank your pussy. you jolt forward, crying out with a yelp while your cunt squeezes down on nothing.
"caleb. . ." you pout while looking back at him, "don't be meaaaan." you say while dragging out the word.
he lets out a chuckle, it tickles your ear. "m'not being mean pips." he says while spanking your pussy again. "i'm takin' care of you."
and then his fingers plunge into your sopping hole. expertly maneuvering his fingers to suit your needs. they thrust in and out of you, occasionally curling upwards to hit that one spot that makes you almost drop limp in his arms.
the hand that was toying with your breast moves up, up, up, towards your neck. a firm hand grasps onto your throat, not tight enough to cut off air. his hand is your own personal collar. he angles your head upwards to give you kisses. chaste at first, but becoming all the more consuming with every consecutive kiss. soon enough, it feels like he's devouring you.
his fingers continue to delve deep inside you, and you feel your legs begin to shake. it's so close, building up and up.
"c'mon. . . let go for me." he says between kisses.
his thumb circles your clit as his fingers move in and out. within seconds, your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth crying out sounds of pleasure while your orgasm hits. his fingers slow down but don't stop, to milk it out and help you ride through it.
after you catch your breath, you look up at him again, wondering if other parts of his body are as skilled as his hands . . .
you sit up and push him back to lay down. . . it's time for you to find out yourself !
cw. smut ˖ spit ˖ mentions of meanie caleb ˖ sub caleb ˖ and mayb slightly yan/possesive caleb !
pulls away from a kiss with a strand of spit:
caleb's broad figure towers over you while he aggressively assaults your mouth with his. his large hands cup your cheeks as he pushes your face closer while guiding your head to the perfect angle. the kiss you share is laced with passion and desire.
he pulls back slightly, breaths mingling together as he whispers between the tiny space.
"so perfect. . . these lips were built to fit against mine." he says while leaving a cute chaste kiss before eagerly jumping back into hot sweltering kisses.
his body leans into you until there's no space between the both of you. he devours you completely, mouth moving with utter devotion, his tongue poking out to claim your lips as his. he pulls back with a dazed look, a strand of spit connecting your mouth to his.
aggressively grabs your chin and spits in your mouth:
caleb's hip furiously rut into yours, it's not sweet or loving. he's in colonel mode. his hands are gripping harshly onto any piece of flesh he can find in this lusted frenzy.
"open. . ." he demands harshly, no sign of care in his voice. "fuck. . . i need to claim you. need to mark you as mine. . ." he snarls while his hand grasps onto the underside of your jaw, fingers pushing into your cheeks to open your mouth.
without a seconds hesitance, he spits into your mouth.
"swallow." he says.
and you do.
something clicks in him, watching as you accept his demands with such ease. he is just as much yours, as you are his. it drives him deliciously crazy.
"haah, a-again. . . need to see it again. need to know you're all mine. fuuck open that pretty mouth for me, wont'cha sweets?"
spits on your pussy:
his hands glide everywhere except where you need him. nails slightly grazing the tops of your thighs, swift touches below your tummy, and his fingers that massage and prod at your labia. but he doesn't touch you; not directly where you need it. it's torture, not having him play with your clit or fingers inside your inner walls. you wait and wait, body writhing as it begs for any type of pleasure.
he lets out a long exhale, "hmm, you think after bein' a brat, that you deserve my touch?"
he spreads you open and spits directly onto your pussy. it lands directly onto your clit and you can't help but cry out and buck your hips. caleb looks at you with a glint in his eyes.
"maybe if you beg me, you'll be lucky enough for me to do that again. . . brats need to earn their keep."
please spit on my cock!! i promise i’m a good boy:
he looks up at you, a pathetic gaze painted on his face. his cheeks are flushed and his lips are pouted. your hands are wrapped around his hard cock, moving at a torturously slow pace.
"f-fuck, pips please. . . i need more." he whines while bucking his hips, trying to fasten the pace to get more delicious friction. you'd do anything to please your lover, so you comply, moving your hand faster and faster. his cheeks puff out, "s'not enough. . . please, s-spit on my cock, please need it f-faster."
"yeah? need me to spit on your cock? is that gonna help you cum?" you try to egg him on.
he nods his head viciously. "yesyesyes, need it so bad. i've been good, m'your good boy. pleeeease." he cries out like a dog in heat.
you spit on his cock, lubricating the space between his and your skin. your hand moves faster and faster, pushing him over the edge while his eyes roll to the back of his head.
this is fucking frying me 😭 no way i get sent this after posting the escort!caleb fic. . . but also the audacity that they think melissa is better than caleb (¬⤙¬ )
synopsis. you end up calling phone sex operator!caleb after not getting laid for months
cw. smut ˖ phone sex ˖ masturbation ˖ lil bit of dirty talk ˖ not proofread
You stared at the small white card that was settled between your fingers, reading over the printed black ink over and over again. L&D Escort Service. You felt a blush rise over your face just by reading the title on the card.
Your friend had generously provided you with this card because she thought that it’s time for you to finally move on. It has been months since you’ve broken up with your boyfriend and you truly have moved on, just not in a certain way. You haven’t had any form of sex since you two split. Her having sensed this, gave you the card and told you to get laid.
You sunk your teeth into your lip, hesitating to call. The whole situation seemed weird to you, but you can't lie that it also intrigued you. You picked up your phone and your eyes glanced between the card and your keypad, slowly pushing in the number. Clicking call and putting the phone against your ear, you waited for someone to answer.
The line rang for what seemed like an eternity before it clicked and an automated voice came on the line.
'Welcome to L&D escort service. Please press a number to choose a service.'
You pulled the phone away from your ear, staring at the brightly lit screen and contemplating the options presented in front of you. Your fingers hovered over the numbers before pressing one, calling wouldn’t be that bad right? Whoever would be on the other end would never have to see who you were, compared to if you had chosen a video call. You felt slightly relieved at the thought of remaining anonymous.
ping!
Not even a moment after pressing one, the call had ended and the screen of your phone had lit up with a message.
‘Thank you for choosing L&D Escort Service. Your escorter is Xia Caleb; male, 25. Please wait to be connected.’
You sat in silence, waiting in anticipation. You felt your heart beat loudly, and you nervous of what was to come. A million thoughts were running through your mind; he couldn’t be a creep right? If he was, you could just simply end the call. You’d have to wait and see to be able to determine that, but you really hoped he wouldn’t be. You shifted in your seat and clenched your thighs. The thought of getting off with someone over the phone, someone you’ve never met before, someone you’d probably never even meet had your mind running in circles. It was like a secret rendezvous and it had you feeling like horny teenager.
ping!
You nearly dropped your phone out of your hand. You unlocked it and bit your lip in excitement.
"Hey, thanks for choosing L&D. My names Caleb and I'll be helpin' you out tonight."
The first thing you notice is how deep and smooth his voice is. He sounds hot as fuuuuck. Your thighs clench in excitement and anticipation of what's to come.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm y/n." you respond back, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Just to clarify, have you ever used our services before? Is there anything you're curious about?" his voice tickles your ear.
"Uhh, no, I haven’t, and honestly I’m not even sure what to ask. I’ve never done anything like this before." You try to respond back without stuttering.
"It's okay, I'll take good care of you. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, don't hesitate to let me know."
You subconsciously let out a breath of relief, he didn’t seem to be like a weirdo. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
"Since it’s your first time, we’ll start this off nice and easy then, sound good?"
"yeah, please." you say thankfully.
"So, what're some of your hobbies?" he asks.
. . .
You felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with Caleb. The nervousness dissipating a little bit with each question he asked you. But soon, the questions became more and more sexual.
You hear him hum through the phone, "can I ask what you're wearin' right now?"
You look down at the clothes you adorned, "umm, just my panties and an oversized shirt. . . What about you?"
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, you've never been so bold before. Suddenly it all felt very real, the fact that you were on the phone, about to have phone sex. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.
You hear him laugh over the phone, "cute," he mumbles. "M' just wearin' my boxers. Wanna see?"
Your eyes widen in surprise, "is. . . is that allowed?"
He shrugs, but you can't see it. "Don't worry bout it, they don't really care. Check your phone."
It takes you no longer than a second to open the message he sent and fuck, he’s insanely attractive. Judging by his expression in the picture, he knows that too. His purple eyes, and his brown hair and you can’t help but notice that he has an eyebrow piercing. You find it hard to tear your eyes away from his; the gaze in his eyes is so lustful you feel yourself heating up.
The rest of the picture had you shaken down right to the core. His toned chest was displayed just for you, the taut muscles of his chest and abs caught your gaze before they lowered further down to his happy trail. Your eyes landed on the main focus of the picture, and your breath hitched. Caleb's veiny hand wrapped around his very hard dick through his boxers.
Before you knew it, you had stuck a hand down your underwear. You continued to stare at the picture, enraptured by the way his hand held onto his bulge, it was truly a mouthwatering sight. His dick looked huge, making you wish for nothing more than to be able to place it in-between your thighs and thrust it into yourself. You rubbed at your clit in circular motions, your wetness overflowing, aiding in the process of allowing your movements to be fluid and damn, you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this wet. You lean back on your bed, diligently rubbing at the bundle of nerves.
"Geez, I can hear how wet you are through the phone. You reaally liked that picture, huh?" he teases you.
"Fuck, Caleb, you’re insanely hot." you whine into the phone as you keep rubbing your clit.
"Yeah? Picture wasn't blurry or anythin' right? Here, lemme send another one juuuust in case." his voice is coy.
Your finger immediately tapped on the file, waiting for the glorious image to appear. You let out a pleased groan at the sight, it seemed impossible that anything could top the first picture he had sent, yet at first glance, it was better. Caleb was laying back on his bed, fully naked, leaning against his headboard as his hand held onto the base of his dick. And what a sight his dick was, standing up straight with precum dripping off the tip.
You could see his cocky expression; his tongue teased out to rest on the side of his lip. Your mind began to wander and you couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to see Caleb sprawled on your bed, naked with his dick ready to plunge into you. You worked your fingers faster, imagining that it was his fingers that were driving you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.
You stare at the photo for what seems like ages until his voice breaks your focus.
"Y'know, I'm starting to think your hands are moving more than your mouth is. You're havin' all the fun without me and that's not very nice baby." he remarks.
His words aren't wrong. You can't seem to talk to him while your hands are. . . preoccupied.
"I-i'm sorry. fuckk." you mewl. "Here, let me. . . make it up to you."
You removed the rest of your clothing and opened up the camera on your phone, aligning it with your body to show your pussy, but only all the way up to your tits. You wanted to show Caleb how wet you really were but you still weren’t keen on revealing your identity to him. With one hand holding your phone, you used the other to spread your pussy open, exposing the flesh that was glistening with your juices.
"Fuuuuuck baby you really didn’t have to do that." he groans. "This is about your pleasure, not mine."
You hear the squelching noises coming from his side now. Caleb is touching himself to your picture right now, moaning into your ear. It fills you up with pride. You can't help but imagine how he'd look like, stroking his dick in front of you.
"You’re so fucking beautiful. Wish I was ramming my dick in that pretty little cunt. . . hear you screaming my name. . . fucking you until you’re begging me to stop." he babbles out like a sex drunken fool.
Yesyesyes, please, need to feel you, Caleb." you cry out as you begin to pump your fingers into your cunt.
"Fuck, I can’t decide where I’d wanna cum. Whether I’d want to cum inside your tight pussy, or on those sweet perky tits." he rambles on and on, "inside of your mouth would be nice too, watching those pretty lips get stained with my cum, dripping off your chin and onto your chest."
Hell, you never even thought that sex could feel this good being done over the phone instead of in person. But here you were, furiously bucking your hips up to your hand. Trying to reach in as deep as you could.
"fuck I’d take it so well. . . drink every last drop of your cum." you say.
"I’d make sure you would, otherwise you would have to do it over and over until you got it right." and the way he says that makes you feel eager to please him, to give him anything he wants.
You imagine yourself on your knees for Caleb, bobbing your head up and down on his dick. You know you’d do anything to be able to take him into your mouth, to please him. You’d flatten your tongue along the underside, before going to the tip, licking all the precum off.
And then you thought of his cum. You know that you could swallow his load in one go, not leaving a drop behind, but his threat was so tempting. It makes you think of sucking him off again and again, and again until he’s a whimpering mess underneath you, overstimulated by the amount of times he came. These thoughts keep pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh my god Caleb, I’m so close." you whine.
"Yeah? You better work those fingers faster then baby." he orders you, and it's a command you can't help but obey.
Your eyes closed tightly at the sheer pleasure, a pleasure that hadn’t been felt before when you had masturbated on your own these past months. A pleasure you haven’t felt since you broke up with your boyfriend. Your best friend was right, you really were in need of this; you seriously had to thank her once this little tryst was over.
You drop your phone onto the bed, opting to chase your release and your brought that hand up to your breast, kneading the soft flesh before pinching and tweaking your nipple. You let your head drop back and you focus on the feelings, fantasizing about Caleb, imagining that it was his fingers ghosting over top of your skin.
You think about his tongue, and how it taunted you from the picture he had sent. Your moan his name out loud, picturing that sinful tongue biting down gently on your nipple before sucking on it. In a feverish haze, your hands quicken their movements, thrusting in and out, the pressure building higher and higher, before it finally explodes.
You gasp out loud, and your eyes roll back, feeling fireworks dance under your skin as your ride out your high. You continue your ministrations to milk out your orgasm and then your hands slowly come to a stop. You stared at your ceiling and caught your breath, slightly shaken at how hard you’ve come. You reach for your phone with your clean hand to see if Caleb was still on the line.
You feel a bit embarrassed after the events that had transpired. You awkwardly clear your throat, "H-hello. . .?"
"Hi~" he says back. You can hear the teasing tone in his voice. "Did'ya cum? Must've. You were moanin' out my name like crazy. . . could hear you thrustin your fingers too."
You clear your throat once again, "yeah- um. yes. I did cum. It was. . . the best orgasm I've had in months, so um. Thanks. For that." You inwardly cringe at yourself. Just when you thought you couldn't get more awkward, you do.
He lets out a cute laugh. "that's good. I'm glad I could help you out there. Don't be shy in booking me again in the future, alright? Maybe. . . we can do more than a phone call. I can probably reach deeper than your cute lil fingers too."
You talked to Caleb for a few more minutes, saying your thanks and your goodbyes to him while letting him know that you would certainly be using this service again. You let out a small laugh to his response, he tells you to book him and only him in the future. Looking back at tonight's events, you know that you would choose Caleb again in a heartbeat. You’re about to get up to clean yourself off when you hear a ping, signaling that you had gotten another message on your phone.
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sorry for not posting, i’ve hurt my wrist and it’s a bit hard to type on my keyboard (◞‸◟；) but i am working on some requests, a yandere!caleb fic, and phone sex operator!caleb fic as well ! ! hopefully one will be up in the next few days ^.^
yes hii new mootie ! ! ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა i actually was reading one of your fics the other day but my tumblr refreshed and i lost it (｡•́︿•̀｡) and crazy coincidence but you commented on my fic and i looked through your page and found it ! !
i saw your memory loss Caleb scenario and i beg you could we get part 2 of it🙏🙏🙏? I literally cant stop thinking bout two scenarios
-one with hea when he remembers his past with reader just in time before divorce
-second; hea for reader and suffering for Caleb when he remembers all of it when he sees her x years after divorce when shes already married with another lad (idk lets say Sylus or Zayne)
yeah i’ve been thinking of making a part 2 ! ! but i do have 2-3 drabbles in my drafts that i want to edit and post first ˃ 𖥦 ˂ so it might be a little bit before i get around to writing a part 2
just read your memory loss dictionary with caleb and omfg my heart sank for reader :,))
i’m not sure if you already plan on writing part 2 for it, but if not, could I pretty please request a part 2 in which caleb regains his memories a few months after, while he’s hana with again, and he returns to reader whose already left— cue the intense verbal and physical grovelling cause reader deserves that much 😔; preferably happy ending but up to you of course!
either way, thanks for waking me up with delicious angst ^o^
WAHH i’m sorry >.< but i’m glad you enjoyed reading it ! ! i didn’t really have plans to make a part two but maybeeee i will :^)
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