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Little sister that gets so worried when her big brother doesn’t talk to her all day.

Big brother that purposely doesn’t talk to his little sister sometimes so he can enjoy how clingy and desperate she gets when she misses him.

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he is absolutely never beating the allegations

this image is canon in my head

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caleb who is immune to every woman's attempts at seduction. a practiced smile, an accidental brush of their hand against his chest, a measured bow low enough to show off their cleavage — caleb doesn't bat an eye. doesn't bother looking if he could help it, even. like how you're aware there's a bug flying around in the room but you'd rather not acknowledge its existence.

but with you, it's so laughably easy. your shirt riding up as you stretch your arms. strands of your hair brushing against his cheek. your shoulder bumping into his when you reach for a dish plate closer to his side of the table. the pout you always do to get your way, the one he falls for each time.

with you, you don't even have to try. your very existence is temptation itself. the forbidden fruit he knows he shouldn't reach for, yet he finds himself biting into despite of what damnation it may bring him.

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caleb would absolutely say some shit like this but put a :p or a :3 at the end of the message.

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caleb losing his shit when you pick zayne to be your husband while playing house

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Measuring? 📏

inspired by: baobei-bu

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consider: wearing nothing but caleb's colonel jacket and the necklace you gave him while riding him. the hat he placed on your head sliding to the side with each movement. his hands on your hips, until one is moving up to cup your tits, giving them a squeeze, his groans filling the room with the way you gyrate your hips. hypnotizing. and pressing firmly down as if he could get any deeper inside you.

"shit, princess. you drive me fuckin' insane." he growls, his head thrown back when you change up the pace of you bouncing on, your walls deliciously squeezing around his cock.

that nearly brings him to the edge, so close to coming undone. your hand moving to wrap around his neck, leaning down as you slow your movements, your lips brushing against his, a smirk on your lips as you whisper against his lips, "not yet, colonel."

a breathy chuckle emitting from him, his lips crashing against yours as he grips onto your hips with bruising force. your breaths mingling with one another; his toes curling as he groans at the denial for that sweet release to coat your walls, his hand slapping your ass firmly, causing a louder moan to spill from your pretty lips.

then, he's eventually guiding your hips against him, his eyes filled with nothing but desire and lust as he gazes up at you with pleading eyes. "gonna make it worth it, huh, baby?" but that flash of pleading eyes was gone as quick as it came.

just as you were about to answer, his hand moves up to slip his fingers into your hair, grabbing a handful and tugged to guide to bring your face close to his, his teeth tugging at your lower one as he holds you in place, forcing you to be fully seated on his cock, pressing his hips up as you gasped, his tongue brushing against yours when you stuck it out.

"good girl. it's my turn now. i'm gonna take good care of you."

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OH MY GOSH

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◞♡ nsfw thinking….sex tape thoughts.

thinking about that and thinking about caleb getting pissed when his phone runs out of storage but it’s because there’s over a dozen thirty minute videos of you getting fucked in his photos app. in 4k, of course, with the highest frames per second, too, and that's even after he's gone in and edited and cut the videos so it's easier when he's spending lonely nights in skyhaven and wants to jerk off.

he’s trying to clear memory, standing there with you bent over the couch and waiting. moaning about hurry up with it and what are you doing?

caleb's fumbling with his phone one-handed because it's giving him that memory full notification when he opens his camera app. he goes to frantically delete everything important, yet...it's all important. he cannot part with a single video which is causing this issue in the first place. he cannot part with a single photo. he starts deleting apps left and right, panicking because you just look so good right now, he needs this on video, and watches in horror as it only clears up enough space for a thirty seconds in the end, just enough memory to capture the way his cock pushes into you from behind.

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✫ currently   working   on:     •  part 3 (part 1, part 2)     •  caleb/drunk!mc + dubcon     •  desperate!caleb/nonchalant!mc + spoiled princess!mc     •  puppy!caleb/mc + breeding

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seeing these newer writing blogs cropping up for caleb warms my heart ! s/o to all the freaks !!! i <3 u

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CALEB + YOUR UNDERWEAR

(1.5k) ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧ nsfw [18+] includes: panty sniffing (truther), dirty talk, breeding kink, fem!reader, jerking off in the bathroom while home alone to mc's panties loser caleb we love you i am your #1 fan. mentions of crying during sex, just wet and messy and dirty, filthy fantasies. lots of pet names.

caleb who had innocent enough intentions to begin with.

sure, he’s aware of what you look like and what others think of you. the way others look at you. you’re smart. capable. small enough to wrap his arms around and squeeze if he wants to, as well as top of your division. the prettiest lips that get swollen and red when you bite them, and always quick with a comeback, and sharp on your feet.

caleb knows you better than he knows anyone. he also knows the way the boys at work look at you, and he is very familiar with the way the thought has been making his blood boil hotter and hotter with each passing day.

caleb who is folding laundry one night.

you’re working late and he’s trying to help where he can. dinner is already made and waiting in the kitchen, the dishes clean. he’s watching a show to pass the time and make the menial task of folding appealing. caleb makes it through two piles before he does a double take at what is in his hands.

he's folded your underwear probably thousands of times, yet right now, looking down at the red scrap of lace in his hand, caleb can't help but lick his lips. turning them over, holding them up. imagining the way they must hug your hips and the way they would round over the swell of your ass. the way they’d cling after being soaked through, hot to the touch, and how you might whimper or cry out if he were to pull them tight over your cunt. the way your pussy might twitch and drool if he were to spank you at the same time.

a thousand horrible thoughts cross his mind. not so innocent thoughts he's only allowed to think of when alone. when you're working late, away, and not at risk of peaking around the corner to catch him staring off into space, wondering what your cunt tastes like. what it would look like covered in his come. if you'd be loud for him, or if you'd blush like you only need to be broken in and whimper into the sheets until he does break you. until you’re putty in his hands and care.

caleb who can’t help himself but offer to do laundry again the following week.

a quick shout as you leave for work, “is your laundry together? i’m gonna do a load!” caleb finds your hamper later that day. unloading it into the washer, he’d recognize that color lace in death now, and certainly his dreams.

He lets the basket drop and pockets them, quickly starting the load and making sure the front door is bolted.

caleb who locks himself in the bathroom.

guilt making his hands shaky as he undoes his belt, shoving his jeans down just enough to get a hand around his cock. heating up and jumping in his hand as he imagines you coming home early, maybe you forgot something, or decided to save on lunch today. leaning over the sink, he can’t help but avoid his eyes as he looks down.

imagining your waist under him, your body bent in half and split open. a mess of bruises and bites on your thighs. a mess running between your legs, heavy with the weight of his cock inside of you. he’d make you look in the mirror, make you watch as he took you for the first time.

“can’t believe you’ve been saving all of this for me.”

“you know who you belong to, don't you? you were just scared. it’s okay, baby. shh. you’re doing so good, letting me open you up like this. that's it, relax for me."

"fuck, you're perfect. so perfect, sweet girl. i've got you, don't worry, m'not gonna hurt you, princess."

he would make you watch as your cheeks flush, as you began to shake from the ache of needing more. you're loud when you're mad. passionate. he loves it, and caleb wonders what it would take for you to cry, to break down and beg him for what only he can give you. for you to give in. you're so stubborn sometimes, but he sees the way you look at him. he knows you're his as he is yours.

caleb whimpers at his own touch. squeezing the base of his cock the way he imagines your tight cunt would when you’d squirm and try to get away, too overhwlemned and begging to come.

"You were being so good for me just a second ago, what happened? what's that, sweetheart? it's big? i know, fuck."

"you can take it, though. see? oh, you want a kiss, too? so greedy, I've spoiled you too much."

whining like always when something’s a bit too tough, caleb knows he’s a lot to take, he's not small. you are though, compared him, and the thought, while his cock is leaking all over your underwear is his hand, is driving him mad. his knuckles are white against the edge of the sink and his hips ache.

caleb fights until he can’t anymore, until the desire consumes him. spitting and letting it fall over the top of his cock, the messy glide of his bare hand is almost enough to sink fully into his fantasy. he brings your underwear to his nose, pressing the ruined lace against his face, his hips stuttering at the lingering taste. smell. his tongue is rough against the fabric, shoving it in his mouth.

caleb who comes and comes hard and fast. biting down on the fabric when he does, feeling it between his teeth and the taste of you on his tongue. letting himself really imagine for the first time what it would be like to fuck you. to have the trust to take care of you, to take you apart and remake you. it's all he's ever wanted, some days he swears he breathes to serve you and you alone.

“—being so good for me, fuck. you sound so sweet, sweetheart.”

“opening up and so wet, and you’re loud baby. you sound like a slut. only for my cock though, right? huh?”

the way caleb would do anything to get to come inside of you. something primal and outdated about the need to claim you, to be your one and only. to know the secret of how bad you want it and just how good you can take it. can give it.

"that's it baby, fuck back on it. shit, I wish you could see this. sweetheart, you're a mess. hear that? nod, baby. that's it. yeah, you want it harder? you're my messy girl?"

you'd nod, trying to speak but too fucked out to find the words. agreeing to anything as long as caleb doesn't stop the slamming of his hips against your ass, red and swollen from the way he can't stop grabbing it. spreading you open and watching where his cock disappears into your abused and swollen cunt.

“you wanna know why? why i'm gonna let you act like such a slut? because this pussy belongs to me. is that okay with you, baby? can this be just for me?”

"i'll treat her so good. kiss her every night, tell her how much I love her. how she's my favorite pussy, fuck. and you're my favorite girl, you know that?"

your whiny, needy cries every time he tries to pull out make him growl and he can’t help but fuck you harder. faster. far too gone to try and make this last longer, caleb is unsteady as he loses his mind and gets lost in the wet heat around his cock. his words soon turn pleading as he comes.

"please sweetheart, hng. ah—hah, fuck. need'a come, i-i need to come princess, please let me fill you up. please, baby."

"you want it? ah, fuck. i know you do, you wouldn't be making such a mess if you didn't."

"there you go, take it. fucking take it, sweetheart. all for you, you did so good. fuck. baby, so, so good f'me. i know, you're sensitive. it hurts? you want me to stop? no? i'm just making sure none of it's going to waste," caleb says as he slowly rocks his hips into you, listening to your ragged breathing try to even. feeling the way his come leaks back out, spilling down the sides of his cock. reaching a finger down, he moans as he runs a finger through the mess, pushing some of his come back in along side his softening cock.

"you begged me to fill you up and you know I give you everything you ask for, baby. be good, i just want to play with you for a little bit longer."

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cw — big dick caleb 😓, cum eating hinted, back shots of doom n caleb being pussy drunk

i think caleb definitely is super calm and collected during foreplay. likee almost overly so (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠;⁠)

he doesn't rip your panties off trying to get to that pretty pussy, he doesn't hump against the bed when he's working his fingers into you to stretch you out (much to your and his dick's dismay), and he tries to keep any excessive groping, marking, and fondling to a minimum.

his goal is just to please you. that's it.

his own feelings don't matter — after all, he's basically a professional in emotional repression.

but once he fits all eight inches inside, that plan goes right out the fucking window.

he's pounding into you like a mad man, the pillow under your stomach being the only thing keeping you up. his hands freely grope and fondle, from pinching your nipples and squeezing your tits to smacking your ass. he leaves your neck practically covered in marks so red and deep that it's just impossible to cover up.

you wouldn't have to cover it up if you stayed with him another couple of days.

the bed creaks and rocks beneath you, the scent of sex and the sound of slick skin slapping against skin filling his bedroom.

all you can do is helplessly drool onto his sheets, eyes rolled back as moans and whines leave your parted, swollen lips.

music to his fucking ears.

"it . . it feels good, r-right? shit, ungh, you feel sooo good. squeezin' me tight like this — hah — gonna choke my damn dick off, pips."

caleb's own jaw is a little slack, a bit of drool starting to escape the corner of his mouth as his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises that he'll oh so generously ice later.

each thrust of his hips has his big cock dragging through your gummy insides, abusing your poor g-spot and bullying your cervix. if he flipped you over, he'd see that plush bulge in your tummy, right where he's sank all the way to the hilt.

it's not deep enough, in his opinion.

"oooh, caleb, mmph! 'm gonna cum—" you sob, broken voice like a siren's song.

and that only makes his pace more brutal, more sloppy.

it's like he isn't even here right now, too drunk on your perfect pussy to think about the ramifications of this.

"yeaaah, honey. cum . . cum on my dick." his voice cracks right on that last word, and his heavy balls are aching with the need to pump his nut into you. "g-give it t'me, please, fuck—!"

you can only manage a broken squeal of his name as pleasure rips through you again, legs trembling and slick hole gushing around his length.

caleb's big hands leave your sides and his arms wrap around you, pressing your back to his chest as he continues to split you open. "'m gonna c-cum, okay? gonna cum right inside 'cause i jus' love ya so much— ngh! i love you, i love you, i love you—"

he squeezes you to him as he finally cums, long and hard like he's been denying himself this for years. thick, gooey white ropes fill up your insides and then trickle out, adding to the preexisting mess on your plush thighs.

you've never felt so full in your life, like he's stuffed you to the brim with his seed and then some.

his racing heart starts to slow against your back as he starts to press gentle, soothing kisses and licks to your neck. "i didn't . . didn't go too hard, did i?"

you don't even get the chance to answer before caleb is pulling out of you, cunt squelching as more cum leaks out.

"don't worry. jus' lemme make it up to, princess, riiight now . ."

and you scream when he licks a long stripe up your poor mound :((

my 8ball said this would flop. do we believe bro

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andy speaks: i offer you child of ares!caleb 🤲 this was written with child of aphrodite!reader in mind �� peep the hozier and love, rosie reference ><

child of ares!caleb who makes you spar with him at any given time only to lose because he got distracted by your pretty face. 

“not fair play.” he groans on the ground after tripping. “do you need help getting up?” despite his grumbles, he takes your hand with a sly smirk and yanks you down to him.

child of ares!caleb who stares down anyone who dares to talk to you. how dare they take up your time that could've been spent with him? 

his cold gaze makes the other person tremble and rush to get away. the moment you turned to face him, all confused because why did that person just run, caleb is all smiley. eyes bright and hands already reaching out to cup your face and give you eskimo kisses.

child of ares!caleb who grins like he's high off anesthesia whenever you fuzz about his injuries. he melts in your hold everytime you kiss his bruises and gashes, wishing him a speedy recovery.

he’s not above intentionally getting his lips busted just so you can smooch his pain away.

child of ares!caleb who doesn’t like you to worry too much. 

he smoothes out the furrow in your brows with a thumb, followed with a soft kiss to your lips. “i'm strong,” he assures you. for as long as he lives, you will never have to worry about losing him. even death can’t keep him apart from you. no grave can hold him down— he’ll always crawl back home to you.

child of ares!caleb who is never not in awe of your beauty. his eyes find you at all times. he stares at you with love and complete adoration, tracing your every features with his gaze like he’s tattooing you onto his mind.

child of ares!caleb who gets touchy feely. his hands roam your body like they belong there, yet he gets flustered when you do the same to him. his ears redden and his cheeks are dusted light pink the moment your fingers graze his biceps.

child of ares!caleb realizes he’s in love with you when you almost died on a mission. he grabs your wrist and pulls you into your room. 

“you could've died today.” he mutters, jaw clenched and breaths heavy. 

“but i didn't. i couldn't die when i knew someone was waiting for me to come home.”

“you drive me insane.” caleb cups your face and crashes his lip into yours. it’s rough, it’s needy, it’s desperate. he kisses you like he’s pouring every unspoken word he wishes to say into it.

child of ares!caleb who’s rough at the edges but you soften him. you kiss every scar of his. you hold him every night. you kiss him like he’s a saint to be worshipped. he claims he’s tainting you yet you welcome him with an open heart. 

child of ares!caleb who will always, honestly, truly, completely love you.

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NSFW

3 mins of Sylus eating you out and then fucking you.

All audio except for the music comes from the games. No AI.

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