sweetcalebb

[sweetcalebb]

yeah, so, i'm not well. i need him.

in the most respectful way possible!! u need ur butt ate for this.

gamer!caleb loves having you as his desk pet.

sometimes he doesn’t even have to ask you — doesn’t even have to hint at anything. and you’re already crawling under the desk to kneel between his legs. sliding a hand up his thigh towards the bulge heavy in his sweats.

gamer!caleb who’s such a perv that he doesn’t even wear underwear. just his sweats and the hope that every time he’s in front of the computer, raging at his friends on a video game, you’ll give him what he wants.

gamer!caleb is just big. big enough that he looks hard even when he’s not. soft bulge growing stiff by the second, reacting to your smaller hand palming him through the fabric. you press your thighs together, pussy throbbing at the sight when you haven’t even pulled him free yet.

gamer!caleb who doesn’t take long to get hard. just seeing you emerge from below already had him thinking of your warm mouth wrapped around his cock.

gamer!caleb who bites his lip hard, trying to contain his moans when you finally do take him in your mouth. the game is still running. his mic is still on, and you can see how his movements grow sloppy with the controller. you hum in amusement when caleb reply’s to his friends with half-hearted, one word answers.

your tongue glides up and down the underside of his length, feeling him twitch, hips jerking up into you. his eyes struggle to stay locked on the screen, constantly flicking to your doe eyes looking back at him — glassy. lashes fluttering all prettily, like your mouth isn’t stuffed full of cock.

gamer!caleb who uses any chance he can get to push your head down onto him, making you gag slightly when his leaking tip hits the back of your throat. sometimes he lets his character die on purpose. just so he can drop the controller while he waits to respawn. grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you further. only realising he’s alive again until someone yells at him through the mic.

gamer!caleb who eventually ditches the controller and takes off the headset, hearing it clatter on the desk. his fingers stay buried in your locks, guiding you as his hips gently rut into your mouth. mumbling weak curses between his teeth.

he whispers filth that he couldn’t say before, not with his friends catching on — “love sucking me off, don’t you?”. you hum a soft “mhmm” around him, the vibrations pulling a sharp breath from him.

you release him with a ‘pop’, lolling out your tongue to swirl it around his tip, lapping up his precum. that salty taste so familiar on the pad of your tongue. you look up with that pretty, ruined face. spit dripping down your chin. lips swollen. so perfect.

caleb holds himself firmly at the base before he guides himself back in — slowly, like he wants to feel every second of it. pushing you further and further onto his cock. his jaw clenches, breath hitching. you relax, letting him in, letting him use your throat.

gamer!caleb who’s in such a trance. head weakly falling back onto his chair, mouth parted. barely able to focus. the wet, filthy slurps echo around the room, sounding like music to his ears. not realising his phone buzzing away on the desk— messages lighting up the screen, most likely his mates asking why he disappeared half way through the game. but he’s not thinking about them now. not when he has you on your knees like this. his perfect little desk pet.

a/n - guys what video games would caleb play 😭

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[sweetcalebb]

im going crazy.

[sweetcalebb]

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

😶‍🌫️

been away

caleb x femreader | phone sex, long distance, obscene dirty talk from the worlds biggest yearner | minors dni

university was beating your ass, to put it simply.

exams left and right, new lab reports thrown right in your face as soon as you finish the previous. becoming a hunter was never meant to be easy but the life of a college student was just as bad as everyone said it would be. there’s no room to breathe, socializing becoming a chore when you pile it onto studying and 8 am lectures.

it wasn’t so outlandish to assume that all of these responsibilities and expectations would be much easier to juggle with support. caleb was nothing if not the most sturdy rock, the one you could depend on to cook up a meal that you had no energy to make yourself. he would run you a bath without nagging about your lack of self care, he would ensure that the laundry room was stocked with detergent and fabric softener to save you the trip.

he made life easier. it was painfully obvious, it had been the moment he left for skyhaven.

no more prepackaged lunches left in the fridge. no more sticky notes stuck to the bathroom mirror reminding you to pick up toothpaste from the store. no more heavy hampers full of gym clothes and boxers and smelly socks. his absence brought a hollow feeling that took some adjusting to, but he always made up for it with calling and texting.

caleb makes it a point to check in, sending morning messages with little words of encouragement that were met with eye rolls from you. he calls every single day, he sends countless pictures just to update you about his life. quick snaps of his lunch, the occasional video of him hitting another pr at the gym, screenshots of his grades. the distance was strong but caleb’s need to connect was unshakable. he put forth plenty of effort.

the digital clock settled on your nightstand, one of many things you brought over from caleb’s room, read 3:14am. you’d prefer to be sleeping at this hour but the sound of caleb’s ringtone blares in your ear like a trumpet, waking you from your slumber almost immediately. it’s unlike him to be calling so late, knowing better than to disturb your sleep schedule. as compelling as it would be to decline his call, the unusual hour of it helps you decide otherwise.

linkon is quiet, the twinkling of the city outside a bit too bright outside of the bay window by your bed. a soft and sleepy grumble is all you can offer to the receiver as you pick up the call, ignoring his handsome contact photo staring at you on the call screen like a taunt.

heavy breathing greets you right back. it’s faint but audible, caleb’s phone likely tucked between his ear and his shoulder the same way he does when his hands are busy. slick noises stray from the speaker just to get louder with each beat. it raises many questions but he beats you to the punch, a strangled noise of acknowledgement coming through.

“didn’t think you’d pick up,” his voice sends warmth through you, tone full of desperation and a hint of huskiness. the pattern of his breathing hits your ear, shaky and pained with each weighted exhale. “i’m sorry. i know i probably woke you up.”

“caleb? is something wrong?” your voice calls back, sleepiness laced in your tone as you struggle to connect the dots. the mental image of you still being half asleep, bundled up in your covers and pajamas only causes a bead of precum to pearl at his tip. his clothing rustles as he swipes it, lubing his cock with the stickiness.

a hushed curse is all he can manage, the sound of his central air unit humming picked up as background noise. it was no secret that the two of you were having a hard time with the new living situation, being so far apart and unable to a thing about it, but caleb calling at a time like this was odd.

“no, no,” a laugh is interrupted with a hiss, your tired mind taking a few extra moments to read the room. he figured you’d be caught by surprise and he’d feel bad if not for how beautiful your voice sounds after being rudely woken up by a vibrating cell. “i’m good, i’m safe. don’t get all in your head, baby. just missed the sound of your voice in my ear.”

his explanation did little to ease your mind, the random call so uncharacteristic for him. caleb was always on top of his health and wellness, the biggest advocate for eight hour sleep schedules. it almost felt hypocritical for him to be keeping you from your rest but unfortunately, you missed him just as much.

“mister 8pm bedtime is rudely interrupting my beauty sleep,” you shuffle around in your sheets, unable to ignore the moans and lewd sounds of caleb beating his cock on the other end of the phone. “the caleb i know would have my head on a stick if he knew i was answering a phone call this late at night. who are you and what have you done with him?”

the playfulness is your shared love language but he couldn’t be bothered to respond, refusing to throw you a bone. he was too hard, too worked up to go back and forth with you.

“this is your fault, you know,” his voice strains, hurried and unsteady. caleb doesn’t give you a single second to dwell on the meaning behind his words, continuing his onslaught of shuddered accusations. “you just had to send me that photo earlier. showing off your cute hairstyle, giving me that big smile. i know i asked for it but i’ve been so hard since you sent it my way.”

the confession makes your thighs press together, thinking back to the quick selfie you sent caleb after a hair appointment earlier. he was constantly asking for photos, doing what he could to make up for not seeing you face to face. they were the only things he could trust to keep him going, working like instant serotonin when he was really in his feelings about being away. sending them was one thing, but knowing the grave effect that a simple look at your face had on caleb was enough to drive any girl to madness.

“nothing helps. i’ve been trying to get off for hours but nothing fucking helps,” caleb murmurs, frustration laced in his tone as his pace simultaneously speeds up in the background. “i’m begging you here, just humor me. fix what you did to me.”

it was so much easier to keep these thoughts to himself before the two of you went ahead and had sex for the first time. it was right before sending him off to the academy, blessing him with the feeling of your tight walls strangling his cock as a departure gift. it was terrible timing and if he had known how much it would have fucked his head up, he would’ve held off.

now, all he thinks about is you. how you sounded in his ear when he bottomed out for the first time, the way your legs curled around his waist like a serpent catching its prey. your taste is still on his tongue after all of this time. he can’t shut himself up, fiending to feed that side of him that craves you like a fire craves oxygen.

his thoughts are put on the back burner when you whimper in his ear through his phone speaker, sounding just as divine as when he plunged his thick cock into you before he left. it’s enough of a reply, egging him on to tug at his slick dick with more force.

“i bet you’re so warm, bet you smell so good,” caleb rasps into the speaker, long moans leaving his lips, spewing his every inner thought because it feels better to vocalize his need. “bet your pussy would make this so much easier on me. ‘s it wet, honey? does it miss me? let me hear it, i wanna hear you stretch it out for me.”

“caleb, you’re ridiculous,” you mewl, thankful he couldn’t see the way you squirmed to kick the duvet off of your legs. the sheets crumple with the movement and tunnel vision blurs your focus, the sloppy noises of his cock spurring you on. “don’t you have roommates? have some shame and shut up before you wake them too.”

“they’re out,” he hisses, the sound dulled through the line in a way that dampens your mood a tad. he sounded so good, being so vocal— it was a shame that he wasn’t in your ear, crystal clear with his pants and his dirty words. “it’s the weekend, they’re always out on the weekends. got parties to hit and girls to talk to, you know how boys are.”

“go with them.”

“fuck, no. no, got all i need right here. play with that pretty pussy and talk to me.” his breathing suffocates the speaker, the springs of the dorm room bunk creaking with every roll of his hips. “make me cum.”

caleb being so quick to deny himself of going out with his new friends, to stay in and be a homebody because he missed his girl— oh, it left you soaked. he was friendly and approachable by nature but none of that ever mattered if you weren’t in his picture.

your fingertips find your clit under soiled cotton panties, rolling and rubbing the swollen bud. quiet, sleepy moans mingle with his grunts in a rushed melody that borders pornographic, loud without concern of being heard by others. he inhaled with your every exhale, sounding much needier than when you first picked up. he had a way of making you feel like the only girl who existed.

“i wish this was you,” your mouth works before your mind, slurring over your words as the pleasure glues you to the mattress. back arching, hips bucking restlessly to grind against your sloppy touch. “rubbing me like this. your fingers are so much bigger than mine, they can do so much more than i can.”

“yeah, baby. talk to me. ‘m almost there.” caleb huffs back like a reflex, wrist almost aching with how long he’s been trying to coax an orgasm out of himself. calling you was a very impulsive move on his end but god, is he glad he got ahold of you. his vision has been starry and spotty from the moment he heard you accept the call, quiet and lucid and confused as to why he was still up.

“fuck. i gotta get my hands on you, i gotta make you cum again. wanna watch your face when i make that little pussy cream on my fingers. you make the prettiest faces.”

it was downright shocking just how vulgar caleb could get, hearing all of these nasty words leaving his lips so smoothly. it came naturally to him, something that was far from expected after growing by his side for so long. the same guy who picked out cute hair clips for you and the same guy who tucked you into bed every single stormy night could ramble on and on about how he wanted to destroy your cunt. fuck it into the shape of his cock, hit so deep that it winds you.

“shit, i’m gonna fuckin’ cum. gonna bust my nut all over my hand,” his voice shakes, each word a fight to get past his lips, his hand stroking so fast that it echoes in the speaker. “it’s gonna get so messy. you’ll clean it, huh? my favorite girl can clean the cum off of my cock, right?”

[sweetcalebb]

ME WANT MORE!

── the phrase ‘domestic cat’ is an oxymoron. hybrid! sylus x female reader

. ˳༚༅༚ suggestive content, mdni: hybrid, dubcon, claiming, marking (biting, hickeys, scenting) possessiveness, jealousy

♱ word count: 1.6k

♱ synopsis: your cat doesn't like sharing

the title is from george will

The key clicks in the lock far too softly for what awaits beyond.

Sylus, your cat, with its pristine albino fur, is a feline fit for royalty, with ghost-pale lashes and eyes the colour of dried blood. The red gem dangling off Sylus's collar glints in the dim light of your hallway as he stares at you. He looks, as always, entirely too knowing.

Instantaneously, you are greeted by a brush of fur against your calves—soft, thick, expectant. He weaves through your legs gracefully, yet each pass is charged with something sharper, something that screams resentment. You can feel it in the tightness of his body, in the purposeful flick of his tail against your leg, and the low chuff of disapproval from deep in his throat.

It isn't affection. No, this is an interrogation.

"Sylus," you sigh his name before bending to remove your shoes. "Don't be dramatic."

He meows then, almost in protest. Accusatory. Even as a cat, his voice has a specific gravity, a low-pitched echo that makes your spine straighten more than you would like to admit.

"And don't start." You step over him as you try your best to ignore the weight of his gaze. "It was one evening."

Sylus follows, his tail twitching in irritation while he seems to glare at you like some disgruntled ex.

You have only been gone for a few hours; it was one evening spent with your friend… and her cats. Harmless, innocent—or so you thought.

But the moment you cross the threshold of your apartment, Sylus moves like a living question mark, silent and simmering. His nose brushes your hand, your wrist, your thigh, his scent glands marking you anew with obsessive diligence. Every pass reeks of jealousy, every brush against your skin a wordless demand: why them, not me?

"You absolute menace," you accuse with a pointed finger directed at your cat.

He chirps at that, a tiny, delighted noise that seems utterly smug.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

Sometimes, it truly feels as though Sylus understands you and communicates with you on levels that you shouldn't even try to explain to any sane mind.

The only sanctuary from your annoying cat is the bathroom, specifically the bathtub. Sylus hates water, the steam fogging up the room, and the lavender scents you sometimes use for deep relaxation a ward against your overbearing cat.

But not tonight, no, of course not tonight.

Just as you let your clothes fall to the floor, shedding them without much thought, you realise his presence. Perched on the edge of the tub like a gargoyle, Sylus stares at you. His large paws are perfectly balanced, while the red pendant still swings ever so slightly after his jump.

"Seriously?" you mutter before sliding into the water with a sigh. "What is your problem tonight? Stop staring at me, go, go play or whatever!" You practically snap at him by now with how perceived you feel.

He blinks slowly, judgementally, like you are the one being unreasonable. Like he can see straight through you.

"Are you going to stare at me the whole time? You hate water." The reminder makes you hesitate momentarily as you lift your hand dripping with bath water and contemplate throwing a few droplets in Sylus's direction.

No, no, you can't do that to him. But what you can do is turn the music up and let the soft tunes lull you into a faux state of relaxation. You fiercely attempt to ignore the heat of Sylus's gaze, the intelligence swimming in those uncanny eyes.

Eventually, he leaps down and pads out of the bathroom with another flick of his tail.

Finally, you exhale deeply and busy yourself with your routine. Sitting up, you begin scrubbing away at your arms and your shoulders. The heat is relaxing, the scented oils divine, but your shoulders won't unclench. Not fully.

Then, something drops into your bathtub, and not just the bar of soap that slips from your hand.

No, it is a presence. Something, someone slides into the water behind you. Familiar and foreign all at once. Before your startled gasp can tear free, strong arms wrap around your waist, pinning you back to a chest that is wet... human.

His voice vibrates against your neck like a low curse: "You let them touch you."

You freeze, your blood roaring in your ears. Sylus's mouth is at your nape in an instant, the breath he exhales dragging slow goosebumps across your skin. Every inch of you is suddenly aware of him; of the fact that Sylus (your cat) is no longer simply a little monster of soft paws and sharp eyes. He is a man now.

A man with cat ears twitching atop his head, fangs catching the edge of his lower lip and a white tail lazily curling around your thigh beneath the water.

And he is holding you.

His tongue flicks out against your nape. "You reek of them," he whispers, and you can practically feel his lips shape the word against your pulse point. He isn't angry, not exactly. He is... hurt. And far more than that, hungry. A hunger that has been restrained too long, hidden behind the mask of a domestic companion.

"Did they get to sit in your lap, too?"

You try to twist, face him, shove him away, or scream—you aren't sure which. But his arms only tighten, wrapping around you like the possessive choker around Sylus's neck.

The weight of him behind you is overwhelming. Wet hair brushes your shoulders, his nose is now buried against your skin, and he nuzzles along the slope of your neck.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Cat got your tongue?" he mumbles almost smugly, with desire hidden behind those words. "You're usually so talkative…" Sylus encourages you to speak as his nose nudges against your jaw, and fluffy strands of a shapely shag fall into the frame.

"I've let you pretend I was just your pet," he murmurs while those glaring crimson eyes come into view to pin down your wide-eyed stare. "Your sweet thing that curls up and purrs and waits. But I've waited enough."

His fingers drag slowly over your stomach, splayed wide across his territory. He isn't rough. But there is no gentleness in it, either. It is a certainty. A power shift that has been building for months, unnoticed or ignored, until now.

"You're mine," he breathes. "And I'm tired of pretending otherwise."

Your skin burns beneath his touch, and your heart thunders behind your ribs like it is trying to escape. But a part of you, the deepest, darkest part that has watched those strange eyes track you for so long, that part thrills at the finality in his voice.

He isn't going to let you go. And some secret place inside you doesn't want him to.

His hand, now splayed against your side, traces the warmth of uncharted territory without a hint of hesitance. Every brush of his fingertips leaves behind a slow-burning trail, claiming more than just skin.

"S-Sylus–" You mentally curse yourself for the stutter, for the way your heart seems to flutter because of your … pet. "You're naked, you—" You start to resist with a body taut from panic and a desire you don't want to admit.

"I'm always naked under all that fur," Sylus simply purrs into your shoulder. "You never seem to mind."

He presses his face deeper into your nape, breathing you in with obscene slowness. Every inch of him, long-limbed, bare-skinned, deliciously warm, moulds to your back while his scent wraps around you possessively.

"I should punish you," he whispers. "But I think this will do."

He mouths at your shoulder, slow and lazy as if savouring the act of marking you. Your skin blooms with heat where his teeth graze, and a pulsing sting remains.

You shiver from the way his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his breath almost too warm, too close, as if he is still half-feral, restraining the full force of himself only because he delights in drawing it out.

"Do you even realise what you've done to me?" Sylus murmurs, voice low and rasped with emotion, nose pressing into your damp hairline. "All this time… watching you pet other creatures, speak sweet to them, let them on your lap…"

He trails off, the sentence disintegrating into a low growl of frustration and longing. One palm presses flat against your sternum, its fingertips brushing the swell of your breasts while the other, bolder, hand moves to your lower stomach, slowly reaching between your thighs.

Sylus pulls you back further into him, into his space, his scent, his heat, until you are caged without being held too tightly.

You can feel it, then. The way he inhales you, simply breathes you in like it is an addiction, and he hasn't had a hit in far too long. His tongue, warm and rough, darts briefly over your skin, tasting, claiming, marking. It sends a jolt through you, enough to make you squirm, and he chuckles low, pleased and utterly smug.

"Get out," you try to say, but it is a whisper. It is a lie.

Sylus chuckles at that—a purring, vibrating sound in his throat as he only pulls you into his chest tighter.

"Not a chance. I'll rub you raw with my scent if I have to," though he is only half-teasing. "Until there's not a trace of anyone else left. Just me. Only me."

"Sylus..." your breath catches however as you feel the sharp hint of fangs hovering over your neck, not yet piercing, just grazing, as if to remind you exactly of what he is. "Please, what is happening!?" Is basically nothing more but a whine that echoes off the bathroom tiles as you once again try to wriggle yourself free.

His cat ears twitch in response to every tiny gasp you make, every breath he draws out of you.

And when his mouth trails down your shoulder, dragging over bone and muscle with almost worshipful intent, he murmurs, "I could map you with my teeth if you'd let me. Say you'll let me," he urges with a nudge of his nose against your nape. "Hm?"

"Just, please… be gentle," you whisper before you can stop yourself.

The way he purrs at that, so loud, so deep, it feels like it is coming from inside your own ribcage. A vibration that doesn't stop at just sound but echoes through every nerve, every wet inch of skin touching his.

"You've just said my favourite thing," he groans, mouth returning to your neck like he means to write his name there. "Now, let me prove it."

You really should have known better. You don't just adopt a cat. A cat adopts you.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[sweetcalebb]

APPRECIATION POST!!

2k+ !!!

hii!! a few days ago i hit 2k and i just wanted to say thank u to everyone! i'm so so happy that u guys r interacting with my content—reblogging, liking, commenting, even sending in some requests, which i love writing sm. and while i've been a little quiet recently, i wanted to say that appreciate u guys sm!!

some friends i wanna thank: @justwinginglife @asiatic-apple @heartyluv @starryeyed-apple @umamaki and @stargirlygirl — u guys have been some of the sweetest, most supportive ppl and im so grateful to have u on this journey (ugh i dont wanna come off mushy bc idk how else to describe this).

i have new friends who i'm SO excited to get to know more. ykwur pookies 🤭🤭

there's also some other friends who i've had the pleasure of talking to and u guys r literally so sweet and i appreciate u sm! like @beaconsxd (my kind and unofficial rafayel consultant, tysm) @nayxn and @zenryuuu. im so happy to know u guys <3

AND I SEE EVERYONE ELSE TOO!! trustt, i recognize all u guys who constantly interact with my stuff and i rlly hope u all know i appreciate u so so much. truly.

but srsly, i'm very grateful for everyone!

should i do some sort of celebration?? like write a specific piece or something?? i've never done this, so feel free to drop any ideas! 🫶🏻

[sweetcalebb]

GOSH HE'S SO PRETTY

[sweetcalebb]

HELL YEAH

…hi.. Sucking Chris off while he’s gaming on stream/on call 🌚

-😛

Diversion

Pairing: bf!chris x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ filthy smut, blowjob, facial, cum swallowing, throat fucking (kinda), just pure filth, exhibitionism(?)

A/N: 😈 this is a delicious prompt omg!! (Bonus points for anyone that knows what game he’s playing)

Chris’s head didn’t even turn when you slipped into his room. the lights were dim, the glow of his PC monitor and his stupid light-up, rainbow keyboard lighting the room.

“Hi, babe” he greeted without looking, his fingers flying deftly over his keyboard.

“You said you’d be done with the game by the time I got here,” you say softly, a little pouty.

“I know—I know but this fucker downed the whole team and then Josh jumped off the hook and revived us so it’s going longer than I thought—and we only have two gens left—“ he starts to excitedly recall the events of his game to you and he doesn’t even hear the sound of your knees hitting the carpet. He doesn’t even register what’s happening until your hands ghost over his thighs, over the soft fabric of his worn-out basketball shorts.

Chris jolted, the sound of the in-game generator exploding as he misses his skill check. He quickly mutes his discord call:

“Whoa—w-what are you—?” He almost chokes.

You blink up at him innocently from beneath the desk, already tugging at the waistband of his shorts. “You said I could come over and hang out…”

“I—yeah, but—not under my desk!” he hisses, panic in his voice as he unmuted again, returning his focus to the match while trying to sit perfectly still.

You don’t make that easy.

Especially not when you finally pull his cock free, he’s already half-hard when you wrap one soft hand around him, stroking slowly—teasingly—as he tries to keep his cool.

You hear the unmistakable sound of him missing his skill check again. The in-game generator exploding once more.

“Bro, you good?” Josh’s voice crackled through Chris’s headset.

“Yeah—yeah, fine,” Chris said, voice strained, rising a pitch too high. “Just, uh—got a little distracted—hah”

You licked a slow, wicked stripe up the underside of his cock. He was fully hard now, flushed, heavy and twitching in your grasp.

“You’re blowing gens like you’re level 1.” Josh teases him with a snicker.

You start to swirl your tongue teasingly around the head of his cock.

“Blowing??? No—No one’s blowing anything—I’m—I’m really—hah—really…locked in” Chris chokes into his mic, his voice gradually getting higher as he tries to hold in his whimpers.

You giggle softly, which only makes things worse. Your breath is hot, your mouth even hotter when you finally take him in—slowly, your tongue swirling sloppily around his shaft as you take him deeper, as much as you can fit in your mouth. You gag softly around him when the tip pushes past your tonsils, blocking your airway momentarily.

Chris’s hand grips the armrest so tight it creaks.

The in-game killer grabs his character off of the gen.

“Bro, he got you?” Josh asks, genuinely surprised. “What’s going on with you?”

“I—I’m fine, I’m just—god, give me a second, I think I’m having a stroke,” Chris stammered, sweat breaking out along his brow.

You hummed softly around him, and he bucked up into your mouth before he could stop himself.

His hand shot to the mute button again. “You’re evil,” he hissed.

You pull off of him with a choked gasp, spit connecting your plush mouth to his aching cock. You smirk up at him. “You want me to stop?”

His eyes were wide, glasses slipping down his nose, cheeks pink and pupils blown. His bottom lip is bitten red, “God, no.”

You hum in satisfaction and you take him in again, the drowned-out sounds of his character dying on the hook and failed skill checks can barely be heard over the obscene slurping sounds you’re making on his cock. You pull off every once in a while to gasp and lick at him, your spit pooling at the base of his shaft. Your hand is working over what you can’t fit in your mouth.

“Ohhhh—oh fuck” he cries, one of his hands wind their way into your hair as he gently cradles your head to him. He’s trying so hard not to buck up into your hot mouth, he’s trying not to take control and just start fucking your throat like a maniac.

“Fuck—shit—baby, just like that—please don’t stop” he whines, his voice is high and pathetic as he gasps between whimpers.

His hips buck up into your mouth little, shallow and tentative.

“I’m gonna fucking cum baby—holy shit—I’m gonna cum—“ he says breathless, his head falling back against his gaming chair, his headset slipping off and thudding softly on the carpeted floor, Josh’s voice is crackling as he shouts something unintelligible through the headset.

You hum around him in acknowledgement, the vibration sends a delicious sensation up his shaft and makes his hips buck up sharply into your throat on accident—making you gag harder than you expected—you pull off of him with a gasp—just trying to catch your breath.

But you pull off and he can’t stop it; his orgasm is already ripping through him. your hand is still wrapped around the base of him when he whines sharply into the air and finishes, his cum shooting in white, hot ropes onto your face. You moan softly as his release covers your cheeks and mouth in pulses, some of it even shooting into your hair.

“Fuck—“ he cries “I’m so sorry, baby—I didn’t—I didn’t mean to” she whines softly as his eyes meet your face, big and blown out with lust behind his glasses. He groans audibly when you start licking your lips.

“It’s okay, baby” you breathe, moaning softly at the taste of him on your lips.

His hand cups your face gently, tenderly, and his thumb sweeps some of his cum off your cheek and into your mouth. You close your lips around his thumb, sucking softly and whimpering.

“Good girl” he murmurs softly “good fucking girl” he coos. your face covered in his release is the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Even though I made you lose the match?” You ask sweetly, blinking up at him.

Chris’s eyes flick up to his screen, his whole team is dead, Josh’s character is crawling on the ground looking for the escape hatch. But he couldn’t care less, he laughs softly, his eyes meet yours again.

“Especially because you made me lose the match” he smiles lazily at you, still blissed-out and insanely turned on by the sight of you before him.

<3

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[sweetcalebb]

YES YES YES

bestfriend ؛ caleb secretly jerking off to your pretty voice

he’s sprawled on his bed, the sensual darkness of the room and the glow of his phone casting shadows as he scrolls to your name, his thumb hesitating before hitting call.

his other hand’s already in his sweatpants, gripping his already hard cock just thinking about you, he shouldn’t want this but badly does.

“hey!” you light voice crackling through the phone, and it hits him like a spark, his breath hitching, hand moving slow, stroking himself, his eyes fluttering shut.

“miss me already, caleb? It’s barely been a week.” your tone’s teasing, unaware of the effect you’re having, and he groans softly, low, trying to keep it quiet, his heart racing.

“fuck, yeah, i miss you,” he says, voice a little strained, his hand moving faster, the sound of your voice making him throb, his hips shifting on the bed.

“been thinkin’ about you, pipsqueak,” he adds, his breath obviously uneven as he strokes the thick of his tip, slowly shamelessly imagining your face.

you laugh softly, the sound sending a jolt through him, his grip tightening, groans muffled as he presses the phone closer to his ear.

“aw, caleb, you’re so sweet,” you say, and he can hear you moving, maybe settling on your couch, the faint rustle of fabric making him picture you, relaxed, unaware of how you’re unraveling him.

“what’s got you all acting like that? miss my pretty face or something?” he bites his lip, his hand moving faster, cock leaking, his breath hitching, a low, whiny groan slipping out before he can stop it.

“shit, you have no idea.” he mutters, almost a growl, his eyes squeezed shut, your voice painting vivid images in his mind.

“caleb, you okay?” you ask, his voice sounded wrong, too wrong. “you sound… weird. you good over there?”

“yeah, im—im fine.” his breathe hitched, his hand never stopping, the sound of your voice pushing him closer.

“just—keep talkin’ pipsqueak, please?” he says, his hips shifting more as his cock throbbed under his hand, your voice the only thing he needs right now.

[sweetcalebb]

I'M LOCKED IN

You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

PAIRING: Zayne x Non-MC Reader

SYNOPSIS: An arranged marriage built on silence unravels into a love loud enough to echo—where a repressed heart finally claims what was always his.

NOTES: a preview for the series. The tag list for this fic is CLOSED.

MASTERLIST | PART 1

Zayne forgot his lunch.

You should’ve left it at that.

Really. Just placed the bento box on his desk like a civil, sensible adult and walked out like you had somewhere important to be. Like he wasn’t the very reason your pulse had been unsteady since seven in the morning.

But no. You had to stand there, staring at the polished nameplate on his desk like it meant something more than Chief Cardiac Surgeon. Like it meant husband. Like it still meant yours.

Your fingers had hovered over the neatly packed lunchbox for far too long, brushing invisible specks off it, trying to calm the burn in your chest.

You turned. Took a step. Two.

And froze.

You didn’t have to look behind you to know. The air changed when Zayne entered a room. Heavy. A gravitational shift.

“Well,” he said, voice low, unreadable, almost teasing. “This is a surprise.”

You swallowed the knot in your throat and turned around, not because you wanted to face him—but because the weight of his presence demanded it.

“Not really,” you tried to sound breezy. Light. Detached. “I was just dropping something off—”

Click.

The sound of the lock sliding into place was too deliberate. Too calm.

Zayne shrugged off his lab coat. The stark white fabric fell in slow motion over the back of the chair, and then he rolled his shoulders—tight, tired, tense. You watched his fingers unbutton his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves slowly, with practiced ease.

Curtains drawn. Room dimming. Silence folding over itself.

“I sincerely hope,” he murmured as he walked toward you, past you, pulling each curtain shut until the room felt private, secretive—dangerous, “it’s not another envelope.”

You stiffened. “Nope. Just lunch.”

Zayne turned then, smiling—and not the soft, quiet kind that sometimes melted your defenses. No, this one was sharp. Wolfish.

“How sweet,” he drawled, stepping toward you. “My wife, who wants to divorce me… also brings me lunch?”

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[sweetcalebb]

Off Limits is almost done!!

sorry for tagging you guys, but since you showed interest in this fic (in the comments, anyway), i wanted to ask: would you prefer i post it as one long fic or split it into parts?

poll below! thank you sm 🫶🏻

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[sweetcalebb]

Hai ang ^_^ how do u rank the lads guys

hi uma!! ^^ and ooh i love this. BUT i wanna clarify: i'm not hating on any boy or anyone who has a diff ranking by any means! everyone should like whatever lads boy they like! (u better be prepared to answer this too 😼)

YK IT'S CALEB! MY SWEET BABY BOY I LOVE HIM SM!!! it's actullay funny bc i used to hate him. before he was even a love interest, i would roll my eyes every time i saw him or he was mentioned. i was like EUUGHH GET OUTTA HERE. now im obsessed

Zayne — YAS. i love quiet and SMART men like him. there is just something soo attractive (and equally intimidating) about a smart man

Sylus — used to be xavier, but sylus heals the daddy issues in me <3 he's just so sweet and caring i want to eat him.

Xavier — he's just so sweet and cute i LOVE HIS JEALOUS SIDE RAAH! dk much abt him unfortunately, but he always gave me link vibes so!

Rafayel — okay, i'm sorry for putting baby boy down here. he's srsly so funny and cute, but he doesn't do it for me like the rest of the boys do. still love his character tho <33

[sweetcalebb]

I CAN BE A GOOD GIRL FOR U CALEB! oh sorry guys. this wasn't even smut. it's just my horny tweaked out brain again 😋 so silly!

cupcakes and kisses- caleb xia

in which you try to convince a tired caleb to get cupcakes with you. nothing seems to work, apart from one special nickname you used to call him.

info: fluff, gn! reader x caleb, caleb and reader in a relationship, sleep caleb, evol use (caleb)

warnings: none (pls lmk if you spot any!)

word count: 480 ish

notes: lele is what i call chenle from nct and i just think of a happy cooking cat when i think of chenle (tbh a happy cooking cat does apply for caleb too) but yeah enjoy :)

“Caleb. Wake up.” You say, hovering over his shoulder as he sleeps. No response. “Caleb.” You shake his shoulder.

“Yeah, Pips?” He opens his eyes, a hand immediately covering his eyes from the light.

“Can we go to the store to get some cupcakes?” You ask, giving him a smile.

“Give me ten minutes, I’ll get up then I promise. It feels like my eyes have just been attacked from this bright light.” He closes his eyes again, covering the blanket over his body.

“I’ve been wanting these cupcakes for like an hour.” You sigh, exaggerating the sound to get his attention.

“In ten minutes, Pips. You can wait like a good girl, can’t you?” You gulp.

“Please Caleb?” You ask again, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You gently press your lips onto his, just enough to tease him before pulling away. “Please?” It’s extremely obvious he tried not to smile, but the corners of his mouth go up, giving it away.

“If you don't get up, I will have to take drastic measures.” You warn him, getting off the bed. Caleb opens one eye but it is closed as soon as it was opened. Grabbing both of his hands, you prop one foot on the side of the bed and pull. Hard. “Get. Up!” You shout and the upper half of his body just barely lifts off the bed. You dig your foot into the side of the bed even harder, using it as leverage and his head lifts off the pillows. But before you can even grab his shoulders, all your hard work goes to waste as you feel a familiar force bring you down to the bed. “Hey! You can’t use your evol Caleb, that's just cheating!” He says nothing, happily smiling to himself with his eyes still closed. Last resort.

“Please LeLe? I just want some cupcakes.” You nuzzle your head into his chest.

“Say that again, Pips.” Finally, he opens his eyes.

“I just want some cupcakes?” You repeat, completely confused as you look into his eyes.

“No Pips, before that.”

“Please LeLe, I just want some- ah!” Caleb interrupts you, bringing you into a tight hug.

“You called me LeLe again. I never thought this day would come. What took you so long to say it? Wait no, I’m just so happy you called me LeLe again.” He somehow tightens his grip around you but he seems too happy to let him know about your decreasing air supply. “Pips, call me LeLe again.”

“LeLe, can we get cupcakes please?” You giggle as he kisses the corner of your mouth before jumping off the bed.

“Pips, why are you being such a slow poke? I thought you wanted some cupcakes?” Caleb shouts from the living room and the sound of the shoe cupboard opening reaches the bedroom.

“Coming LeLe!”

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[sweetcalebb]

DIRTY TALK W CALEB

“oh s-shit,” he says, his voice strained...

he lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down, and you moan at the feeling of having him inside of you. he pushes forward a bit more, stretching you even more and you can feel yourself flutter around him.

“relax for me, baby, you're so tight” he says, his voice low, he slowly pulls out before starting to push back in, “fuck, you're squeezing my cock i can't even…fuck,” he's having trouble speaking, trouble keeping his words even.

you're both breathing heavy as he starts to set a pace. it's slow at first, because you need time to get used to the feeling of him. then his fingers find your clit, rubbing small circles, and your getting used to his size, he can feel you relax, can feel you open up for him and he's able to slip forward the last few inches so that he's completely buried inside of you.

“what, baby?” he asks, it's sort of rhetorical but you respond anyways.

“can't…s’too much,” you whimper. you both know that’s not true, but no matter how many times you have sex, it’s still a large adjustment to his size. “fuck, caleb, you’re so big…”

you fuel his ego, his cock throbs at the praise. he humors you, “you can take it.”

he pulls out slowly, making sure you feel every inch, every vein. when you let out a noise of disapproval at the boss of him he's smirking down at you and sliding back in.

“see? look at you, you're doing so good for me,” he says, and the praise goes straight to your clit, which he slowly starts to circle with his fingers again. he leans down, breath fanning out against your ear, “love the way you feel around me. this pretty pussy was made for me.”

[sweetcalebb]

You should make a wip/request list! I always like seeing what authors are up to before posting

hii!! this is such a good idea! i added it to my bio so ppl can see it right when they go to my page. u have to scroll just a tad bit 🤏 but i wrote some stuff there so yk what's going on! it'll be updated as i get more stuff done, duh! <33

anyway, thank u!! and u can see it HERE!

[sweetcalebb]

this is healthy for the soul.

[sweetcalebb]

IVE BEEN SEEING A BIT OF BASKETBALL CALEB AND I LIKE IT 😏😏

giving caleb a little reward after winning his basketball game because he deserves it.

you’re knelt between his legs, your boyfriend standing before you, leaning his body against the metal lockers behind him. his jersey still clinging to the sweat on his skin.

your lips are glossy, puffy as they wrap around his thick cock, sucking him in as you bob you head slowly. savouring that familiar salty taste of his precum.

it’s all messy — your mouth slick with drool, some slipping past your lips and dripping onto the curve of your chest below. your tits sitting prettily under within low cut top. 

he curses under his breath, the sight of you so dirty, as if you were the centre of a porno.

“god, you’re so perfect,” he praises, his voice shaky. sending a shiver through you, instinctively rubbing your thighs together “so good to me.”

you watch his eyes roll back slightly as he guides you further onto his cock. his hips jerk involuntarily, length sliding deeper into your throat. you gag softly but you don’t stop, letting him use your mouth. he’s deserves it.

he moans, head falling back against the locker with a thud, chest rising and falling under his jersey as he struggles to hold himself together.

the movements of his hips grow harsh, more desperate, chasing that high. while his moans grow louder. thanking god, that his teammates had already left to celebrate the win.

you can feel how close he is, cock twitching in your mouth, broken sounds spilling from his lips. you hum around him — just to tease. the vibration making his hips stutter.

“you gonna- fuck- take my cum, pretty girl?”

a/n - a little short but i needed to write something

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[sweetcalebb]

must've been the wind.

new vibra- OUTFIT unlocked!!🥳