#sub!caleb

[navillee]

Caleb as a sub - an introduction Pt. II

Now let's talk about Caleb slowly losing his mind, daa time and colonel Caleb.

It was because he missed the old times. That's what he told himself. That was the excuse he was holding for his dear life when he did it for the first time, and he told himself again when he repeated the humble act of giving you the favour of doing your laundry;

The door of your room wasn't completely close to him. Caleb just knew he couldn't enter that place with the same frequency as he did as a child. You two grew taller, unable to share the small bed from the shared bedroom, and somehow, as the hormones creeped in, you two also grew somehow distant;

Caleb felt like a dog trying (and unable to) fit it's old dog house, able just to fit part of his body inside the puppy's antique favorite place but failing to fit the rest;

And he misses it so much. That's why stealing some of your clothing itens was a totally justifiable action;

There's nothing malicious on that. Just holding on some shirts or hoodies to sleep. Pieces you wouldn't mind, that you wouldn't miss in such a short period of time;

Sharing a bed with you became nearly impossible. Not only physically but mentally. Caleb also felt like stepping on thin ice. He couldn't understand exactly why at the time;

So he just dragged it to his room and hide it under the pillow, the blanket or even in the drawer. That's it. He wanted to be a pilot, he needed to keep his grades up high and for that, he needed an well rested night and he only could get a goodnight sleep if he felt relaxed enough to do it. You see? That's a justifiable and noble reason to borrow your clothes;

And it worked like magic. Caleb is having a rough week of tests and kept studying until late hours? He just need to nuzzle the fabric of your hoodie and let the scent on it bring back sweet innocent and happy memories from his childhood. It's her fault. Was the affirmation he said repeatedly on his head before drifting away to his dreams;

You pavloved him just like a puppy. Your scent was relaxing, always accompanied with scalp scratches and a soft steady breathing rhythm. There Caleb could finally rest, assured you are safe with him;

He kept that secret alongside a list of others as long as he kept living there, and even after getting to work at DAA;

When he started with this mania, you always thanked him for doing your laundry, and the small praise was enough for him to keep doing it. That's nothing wrong with that, it was just nostalgia engraved on his bones showing how to deal with stress;

His mind stoped worring about the future, about how he would provide to sustain a house for you and grandma. He was back to worry about simple things again, like what kinda of recipe he could try to impress you out;

Back to the days where praises slipped out your mouth so easy, leaving his body tingling near his nape, a heavenly sensation that's so rare now, since you didn't mind to praise him that much now that you're a grown-up. So it wasn't a problem at all to just want to return to that safe space inside his head again, right?

Until he dreamt about you. A different dream from the usual ones. Then, it turned into a problem;

It was around the proximity of DAA's examinations period. He was so stressed out, he could swear there was two of him inside his head: one craving for your presence and your comfort and another one picking on you over nothing because your mere presence was enough to trigger a series o buttons in his head he didn't want to admit you were able to;

It wasn't impressively erotic nor explicit. He was just trying to solve a question from a DAA's mock test when you suddenly entered his room saying that he needed to take a break from overworking his brain. He tried to ignore it when you got closer to him, but the moment you cupped your hands on his face, his attention turned entirely on you. You leaned towards him, sitting comfortably on top of his lap, inches away from his lips, so damn tempting. "Stealing my clothes but avoiding me? Didn't knew that on top of being a pervert you're such meanie, Caleb."

He opened his eyes feeling dizzy. Was his mind going nuts? Is that what a examination preparation should be like? He was sweating all over the bedsheets, all heavy breathing and oh. Oh no...he got hard?

He couldn't believe himself, no. That was just a normal body reaction in the morning for guys his age, right? Nothing to do with you on top of him, calling him pervert;

He needed a cold shower, he needed to throw his own brain inside the washing machine and let it there until that scenario in that dream was totally vanished;

Caleb got successful with the cold shower. He failed right after spotting a small piece of fabric before throwing his clothes inside the washing machine;

He didn't know exactly how that escalated, but he ended up stealing your panties from that day on. He promised it was only that time, but when he sniffed it for the first time after and entire day of study/self blaming he absolutely loses it to the core;

That's how he passed the DAA'S examinations. It doesn't matter how tired he was during the time his days were filled with only studies. His reward was to get on his bed and bury his nose into your stolen panties. He was at cloud nine and he couldn't deny himself that any longer;

He tried to deny and hide at all costs during all those years, but he was a pathetic loverboy for you, and denying it any longer was absolute torture;

He fucked up his sleeping schedule because that twist obsessed head of his had memorized (almost) every inch of you, and Caleb refused to stop until he started getting dry orgasms;

That when when he muffled his moans and pleas with the fabric, otherwise, when he wrapped your panties around his cock and pumped it, hissing and throwing his back back, he didn't stop until he get all the fabric soaked wet with his cum;

And how it pleased him knowing that at some point of the upcoming week you would use that underwear again. He dared that if any bastard tried touch you, they would know that someone who's way better is disposable for you at home at any time you ask for;

That's when his bad humor (pent-up energy) gave you a break, and he started to be the nice attentive precious Caleb of always. Not the study-driven guy living under the same roof as you;

It was also a way of showing you he also felt ashamed of his actions. Caleb blamed himself a lot, divided between how you saw him and how head over heels he was for you;

So when he left to stay at DAA was a relief as much as it was a punishment;

That dog tag you gave him showed itself useful. He used it as a gag whenever he couldn't help but touch himself, and the underwear he stole from the last visit at home already lost your scent;

He had to bite on the apple charm of the necklace because if he didn't, the soft tinkle of silver could be heard coming from his chambers, the bathroom or any other corner he found if he was needy enough;

He adores that gift of yours. Keeping girls away while feeling owned;

He's a easygoing colleague by general rule. But their colleagues learned to not mess with him after how a prank they pulled on Caleb ended. Caleb never, and I mean, never removed that necklace from his neck. His roommates knew that he was near just because the sound of the two silver charms colliding against each other as he walked by;

So when DAA's periodic medical examination happened, they somehow got their hands on the necklace;

Caleb almost went crazy, he searched everywhere, planes, take off field, headquarters. He was on edge. When he realized that a group of his colleagues were finding the whole situation funny, he snapped, holding one of them by the uniform's collar with a death glare. After Caleb threatened to make this an everyone's problem snitching them to superiors for spoiling itens, his necklace was magically back into place before night time. And they never questioned about Caleb's dog tag ever again;

That's why years later that necklace would be used as his day collar. He already felt like being collared after all, so he just asked to keep using it. That piece of jewelry is sacred to him;

Only after years of yearning and looking you from afar (CCTVs) when you finally get reunited is that Caleb shows off that side for you. He's tired of hiding;

It's when you cupped your hand on his face and he nuzzles it again, like he used to do when both of you were kids that he felt back again inside that (now) inexistent old room. Realizing that it wasn't the bedroom itself bringing him comfort, but you;

At first he'll try to get praises out of your mouth, but if you don't, he'll just bring them out. He's eager to serve and protect you, but the waiting got him to way needy, and that makes him use his tools in order to get what he desired for so long;

He's a provocative service sub. Caleb will challenge you and tease you until you put him into the place he dreamt about during all this time: back to your arms, and praises and comfort;

Fuck his high position as the fourth fleet colonel once he got there. If you wanna step on him do it, but do it lovely, he's your golden summer boy, the remaining part of his brain is so very dedicated to keep you at all costs;

Be roughly gentle with him;

All the memories and dirty thoughts, all the guilty sentences and spring days watching planes flying into the sky. Use handcuffs on his wrists, but when he confesses all his sins, kiss him softly, mark his skin so he won't get able to forget you ever;

Walk him around like a puppy, or outside like a prize. He's such a golden boy, but he's also a show off. Make Skyheaven understand who's orders the deepspace colonel truly obeys;

But at the end of the day, lay down with him on his bed. Let him nuzzle you and finally, after years sleep without any pain. Let Caleb rest assured he's back into that safe place from old days where there's no forever lasting thunderstorms. Because he will do anything for you, he can't be anything other than that. He doesn't want to at all.

[mihanisms]

buried to the hilt

— caleb finds he cums embarrassingly quickly when he sees how he looks in you.

— (slight) size kink, inexperienced caleb & reader, pathetic dirty talk, pathetic pervert caleb!!!!!!!! pathetic pervert reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kiiinda fluffy at the end? a bit angsty-feely too?? as fluffy-feely as my freaktivities can be???

The first time Caleb sees your tummy bulge full of him, he stills. The nights he'd spent jerking off to the thought of you (with your panties pressed against his nose) pale in comparison to the real thing — his cock, lodged into your pussy, the outline of his tip just barely peeking through your skin. He can't take his eyes off it, transfixed by both the feel and look of you around him.

He stares for so long that you begin to feel impatient, whining softly and grinding your hips down. "Caleb..." Yet even that small movement from you has the bulge in your stomach shifting slightly, a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. Though lost in the heat of the moment, the neediness in your tone does not escape him and he shakes himself out of his trance, his hand trailing up from your thigh to press on your stomach. "...Yeah, pips?"

When you glance down, you finally realize just why he was in such a daze. the tip of his cock barely visible beneath your skin drawing a surprised whimper from you. Your eyes flick between your best friend and the impression of him in you, the sigh utterly intoxicating. "Ca-Caleb...he's peeking out at me..."

That's all it takes for Caleb's honeyed tone to go darker, a raspy growl now evident in his tone. "Mhm. That's...me right there, pips." He thrusts shallowly at first, eyes flicking down, watching with fascination as his cock shifts beneath your skin, a  whimper catching in his throat at the sight. “Fuck, baby look that’s me- fuck- baby, I ah-!"

He loses himself in the warmth as his body presses against yours. Slowly, he begins to move, his rhythm building with each thrust. And he tries — he really tries to hold on.

But the sight of his cock pushing up against the soft skin of your belly has Caleb's mind unraveling like a cat clawing at a ball of yarn. Every slow thrust, every squeeze of your walls around him, makes the bulge in you shift. It's a visible, undeniable reminder that he’s buried so deep inside you there’s nowhere else for him to go.

His breath is ragged, each roll of his hips getting sloppier as the heat in his body quickly overwhelms him. His forehead stays pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded, glassy, and completely lost in you.

“Baby, I- You feel so fucking good.” His voice cracks into moans, wrecked and desperate, his fingers twitching against your waist as he fights to hold on.

Fuck, he's close. Too close. He's supposed to be in control. Supposed to pace himself. But the way your warmth engulfs him, how your tight little hole pulses and pulls him deeper, shatters any semblance of restraint.

You feel it too. The way he trembles above you, his body taut like a fraying wire. Every shaky exhale, every hitched breath, every needy little sound that slips past his lips, they all tell you how he’s on the edge. The knowledge that he's losing himself, falling apart because of you, sends heat flooding through your body.

Involuntarily, you clench around him, and his reaction is instant. A strangled, breathy “oh fuck-” chokes past him as his hips stutter against yours. You roll your hips in response, and Caleb fucking gasps for air at the sight of the bulge shifting beneath your skin, his grip on you tightening as if you were the only thing tethering him to reality.

The two of you were in the same sinking boat, breaths and moans mingling as the aching need for release quickly overtakes the both of you, the harsh thrusts and helpless moans spilling from Caleb's lips tightening that coil in your stomach. "Pl-Please Caleb-"

The strained breathlessness in your voice has him crumbling, his rhythm getting sloppier as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, voice thick with something fragile. "I know, baby, I know- Fuck, just-" His words get cut off you pulsate around him, the tight heat of you making his mind short-circuit. "S-So close- just give it to me, please please please-"

His hands move on instinct, an overwhelming ache leading one to over your stomach to press down and feel himself inside you. The moment the pressure registers on his cock, his mind blanks and so does he—wave after wave of cum pulsing into you as he shakes and whines, hips desperately meeting yours as he chases his high.

The shocks of his orgasm run through him, his mind blank and overwhelmed, nothing left but the feeling of you wrapped around him, milking him through his high. His lashes flutter, breath hitching as he shivers, everything is too hot, too good, too much.

The feeling of his hips stilling against yours and his cum flowing into you has your stomach tightening, the pleasure cresting fast, and then you're gone. Ecstasy slams into you with a force that has you crying out, your body going rigid as you spasm around him.

You're both left trembling, wide-eyed and flushed and locked onto each other's gazes as you process what just happened. Caleb then slumps against you, your bodies spent and trembling, his voice soft as he nuzzles back into your neck. "....Fuck. 'M sorry, baby."

His cock stays nestled deep, twitching with oversensitivity, trapped in you. He’s panting into your skin, and you reach out to push away the hair that had fallen into his face. "Don't be," you murmur softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sudden after-intimacy of the moment.

Caleb's voice was quiet, a layer of insecurity lying below the surface. "I didn't expect- I barely lasted-"

You soothe him with a soft hush, running your fingers through his hair and cupping the base of his neck. "That doesn't matter, baby. It was still perfect. You were perfect." You press a soft, lingering kiss to his temple, noticing how he's still slightly stiff and you run your hands down his spine, tracing slow, reassuring patterns on his back.

He shivers at the contact, looking up at you like a puppy seeking reassurance. Before he could say anything else, you tighten your grip, squeezing at his skin and pulling him closer. “You made me feel incredible. It doesn’t have to be some long, drawn-out thing. You know we’re both….new to this.”

“But I….” He huffs slightly, finally relaxing into your touch and letting it ground him. “You…You mean that, pipsqueak?” 

You smile, gently nudging your nose against his head. “‘Course I do. Besides, if you liked seeing me that full ‘f you, means we’ll have to go again.” Leaning in even closer, your warm breath ghosts over his ear. “You know you’re still hard in me, right?”

Caleb groans softly, shifting on top of you, his cock twitching against the walls of your cunt. His lips graze your skin, his breath hot and uneven. "Do you think- Do you think you can take another round?"

You adjust yourself slightly, just enough to tease him deeper into you. "I can take whatever you want to give me, you know that.”

“You horrible tease.” Despite his words, Caleb breaks out into a light snicker, fighting back the groan and the desire re-capturing his gut to have a few more moments of this sweetness. He finally pulls himself out of your neck, looking at you with that lovesick, dazed expression that’s always made your heart skip.

This was going to be a long night.

[rindzaki]

Teacher’s Pet

Synopsis: Yandere teacher Sylus doesn't want you to move to another school. He has plans.

warnings: nswf minors dni. Ftm! Teacher Sylus. Top! Student reader. M reader. Yandere behaviour. 10 years of age difference. riding. unsafe sex. vaginal sex. possessive behaviour. breeding kink. mentions of pregancy.

Have you ever imagined Sylus in high heels? Heels that knock on the floor making noises when he passes through the corridors of the school with a straight posture. In a short tight skirt, down which goes thigh-high stockings that emphasise his ideal leg length. A grin appears on his face when he notices the students' eyes and how they turn around to look at him.

The buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned to his chest, showing his lingerie. He leaned towards your desk, to your eye level. With a smirk on his face, he took your phone out of your hands.

"You'll pick it up after class..."

And quietly whispered: "I'll be waiting for you in my office."

From the first day of his arrival, or rather from your first acquaintance, everything has changed. His presence began to be felt literally everywhere. You started constantly looking at the camera in the corner of the classroom, having a strange feeling that he was watching you. In his lessons, you noticed his gaze, which literally ate you alive.

Sylus began to call you more often. Sometimes he freed you from classes, telling teachers that he needs you. But when you come to him, he just asks you to sit next to him while he was working. There were times when you did your homework in his room. He was sitting opposite. You noticed how he stealthily glanced at you, watching as if he was studying you.

Over time, you found out that Sylus knows all about you. He knew everything from your date of birth to your phone number and address. He knew who you were friends with and who you were in a relationship with. In conversations, he mentioned details that you could hardly remember, but that left no doubt - he knew almost everything about you.

When your grades got a little worse, he offered you his extra classes. He sits very close to you, explaining the topic. His hand gently touches your hip, stroking it and slowly sliding up. Your breath is intercepted, and you feel awkward, but you can't take your eyes off his face. Sylus looks at you with a smile asking if everything is okay with you, acting as if his actions are quite normal for the teacher and the student.

You're not sure how much time has passed, how could you even keep an eye on such a common thing when he is keep going, continues to rise and fall on you. He usually asked you to fuck him, but this time he climbed on you without even saying anything.

His cheeks were covered with pink dust, a slight shine of sweat flowed down his forehead, and these passionate eyes were looking for your eyes, catching every emotion, every moment of ecstasy. You held your hands on his hips, rubbing circles on his delicate skin and from time to time strengthening his grip when he dropped especially hard.

The obscene sound of his hips on yours was heard all over the room. He couldn't hold back. He couldn't hold back a single sound - and given that you were at school, you tried to be careful. You pressed his mouth with your hand, trying to drown out the sounds so you don't get caught.

His hands tightly squeezed your shoulders, his nails dug into the skin, leaving red marks and tearing your name off his lips. You felt a sharp pain, which was quickly replaced by a wave of excitement. He leaned towards you. Your lips collided, your tongues touched when you let your desperate sounds blend into a crazy chorus.

Moving towards your neck curve, he kissed everything, carelessly and wet, leaving gentle suckers all over your neck and collarbone, dark purple marks thoughtlessly coloured in your skin.

"Sylus, I'm c-cumming," you warned him, feeling the tension in your body reaching its peak. He was so passionate about the moment that you didn't have time to put on a condom.

"Inside haa! y-you can cum hngh…! inside...ahh I drank c-contraceptives ♡"

His words only increased your excitement. Sylus slowed down a little when you grabbed his waist with one hand, the other slid down to rub his clitoris while practising your mouth on his nipples, rolling your tongue over the buttons. His hole tightened hard when he cum. Your eyes closed with the feeling, pushing hard a few more times before you also came, pumping him with your seeds. Your sperm covered his trembling walls, and he sighed into your neck, falling from above when you hold each other tightly.

When he said he drank contraceptives, it was a lie. Deep down, he made a decision a long time ago. He knows that his act is selfish and his obsession with you may seem reckless, but all this is the result of the fear of losing you. You lit this fire in him when you said those fatal words about transferring to another school. For him, it was a blow that he can't survive.

Sylus realises that his love for you has gone too far, but this feeling is stronger than him. If he get pregnant, it's the way to tie you up forever, he's ready to take on this burden. In his eyes, pregnancy will be the last way to keep you close, to create a connection between you that cannot be broken. After all, his love for you is so great and sincere that he is ready to sacrifice everything, even himself, so that you stay with him forever.

His hands slowly slide to his stomach, to the womb, he feels satisfaction, as if he was hugging the most precious thing. He knows that the plan was successful. It remains only to wait for the little miracle inside him to begin his development. A little smile appeared on his lips.

[caticius]

Pegged

Caleb x gn!reader

Synopsis: he wants your forgiveness.. and maybe theres one way he can earn it back?

Warnings: pegging, overstim????, male masturbation, reader dom

I’ll figure out more warnings later idk

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“Please, please Pipsqueak… I’ll do anything..”

Caleb sobbed, grasping your shoulders as he begged for your forgiveness.

He’d realised the extent of what he’d done. And you certainly weren’t thrilled about it.

Reaching your hand to run your palm over your face, you sighed. It pained you to see Caleb, the boy you once spent every day with, begging for your forgiveness like this. It was.. a little pathetic actually.

Pathetic…hmm.. maybe there was a way to fix this?

“Anything, you say?” You hummed, voice holding a tinge of disinterest.

He nodded eagerly, a glimmer of hope in his tearful eyes.

“P-please,” he breathed out.

A drawn out sigh fell from your lips.

“Get on the bed.” You spoke.

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He was sweating and nervous, a bead of curious pre-cum coming from his twitching cockhead.

You stared down at him, sweat rolling down his forehead as you applied lube to the monstrous toy tied to your crotch. The straps were complicated but damn would this be worth it.

The sight of him, anxiously awaiting what was about to penetrate his previously untouched hole while his hands remained tied behind his back.. well it nearly made you forgive him entirely on the spot.

Leaning forward, fully prepped now, you reached a hand to gently caress his face before yanking on a small section of his dusty brown hair.

“Turn over.” You commanded.

He obeyed.

The rush that coursed through you, seeing him so willingly at your mercy, was electric. God.. to think youd gotten such an authoritative man in such a submissive position.

You pressed a hand down on his back, lining the colourful silicon tool up with his tight muscle.

“You ready?” Your voice rang out.

Before he could even muffle out a response, face pressed into the cushions, you pushed forward. He let out a delicious whine at the searing feeling of his ring stretching around the strap on.

“You like that?” You cooed.

Giving him barely any time to breathe, you inched forward. His stifled moans and twitching legs only egged you on.

About halfway in, his head turned to the side.

“P-please…” he whimpered.

“Please what?” You huffed, amused but maintaining your more dominant position.

“It…I…’s too much…” his eyes squeezed shut, skin slick with sweat.

“Oh, really?” Speaking softly, you stroked gentle circles into his back.

Before lurching forward, bottoming out in his virgin hole.

“Should’ve thought about that before.” You spoke, tone turning colder.

The sound that reverberated from his chest was nothing short of heavenly. His toes curling in agony, moans a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“There you go..” you giggled, only giving him a second to breathe before starting to shallowly thrust into him. His canal was so tight, it clung to the foreign object and would’ve made thrusting incredibly difficult had it not been for the sheer amount of lube you applied to it previously.

His reactions could’ve fooled you into thinking he wasn’t enjoying any part of this, if not for the slight thrusts of his own neglected and twitching dick into the air. His hands curled into fists, fingernails pressing angry red crescents into his palm and intensifying the veins on his restrained, muscular arms.

The pace of your thrusts gradually increased, a pool of slick forming in your panties at his continuous whimpers.

“Ngh…I…I’m.. I’m gonna cum..” his strained voice holding hints of reluctance as his breathing grew heavier and heavier.

“Really…?” You giggled, hand reaching under him and grasping his angry cock all while you slammed into his hips.

Thumb rubbing teasing circles over the slit of his head, he whimpered softly.

Your hand moved in tandem with your hips, stroking his shaft.

As you thrusted straight into his G-spot, the spot that made him instantly see stars, his heavy length twitched and throbbed violently in your hand. A guttural moan erupted from his chest as ropes of hot, pearly cum spurted from him onto the bedsheets below.

Your thrusts gradually slowed and you could tell he was truly spent.

“Well done, Caleb.” You gave a sickly sweet smile. He could barely move his glossy eyes to meet your own. He gave a weak smile.

It looked as if he was about to say something, face flushed and red.

You cut that off with another thrust.

“Save it for when we’re done.” You smirked.

Yeah.. he’s definitely gonna get your forgiveness back after this.

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A/N: I’ve never really written anything like this before.. so forgive the quick and shitty nature of my writing, lmao. If you’ve got any advice feel free to let me know :)

[we-rice-boi]

I do not see enough fics where Caleb has a degradation kink and I'm gonna fix that. I need MC to be mean to him and for that man to bust in his pants at the thought of being under Mc's shoe.

Aka I'm working on it, cause this Fandom needs more sub Caleb.

[lazylattedgleam]

Hello everyoneee! This is gonna be Thoughts part-5!

Thinking about a Spoof!: Caleb x fem reader (can be either MC or NON!MC, as one may interpret it)

Ok…

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🚨🚨18+ MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🚨🚨

TW: NSFW…

Lemon lemon lemon…

Sesbian lex(?).

Fingering.

Eating out.

Punishments.

Mention of orgasms.

Use of pet-names and titles.

Reader and Caleb are both taken to be Bisexual for this fic.

Implied bondage play.

Degradation kink… (use of the word s*ut).

Magic exits in this world of Love and Deepspace. Caleb doesn’t believe in it, but you do.

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🚨If you are uncomfortable with any of the mentioned content warnings or the whole genre of this fic…then please do not proceed ahead. Thank you.🚨

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It was a long ass day at the Fleet, filled with missions, meetings, surveillances over areas and the Deepspace Tunnel and what not…he was tired, exhausted even…

Plus only a few days ago, he had returned from a 5-day long Mission with his crew…plus the weather conditions were horrible out there that they had to remain on stand-by for almost an extra day and a half…

But right now, that he was back home…he didn’t want to think of anything else but you…only you…returning back to SkyHaven was only worth it because you were there waiting for him all the times…

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The time was around 04:00 in the morning when he softly unlocked the front door to enter… “Pipsqueak…?”, he silently treaded the room, only to see you were long asleep on his bed under covers…hugging the apple plushie, along with a picture of him…He smiled…you were so cute…he wished upon for the moment to never end…

After placing a gentle and delicate kiss upon your forehead, he quietly and carefully, grabbed his usual comfort clothes, which he wore at home from the closet, going to the bathroom to change…

After he was done changing he went to the kitchen, turning on the lights to get himself a drink…maybe he wasn’t too careful…as the noise resulted in you awakening from your slumber…

…

He opened the door to his fridge, when a purple liquid, a bit sparkly, poured inside one of the glasses, filled to half, the brim of the glass covered with an airplane coaster…the ones that you had gifted him just like that, because you wanted to…

Curiosity sparked within him as he took it out…even though it seemed like grape juice, but what grape juice is that sparkly?

…….

You had woken up, from some noises coming from the kitchen…a part of you alert that someone might have broken in, but the other part thought maybe Caleb had finally returned…rubbing your eyes, and stretching a bit, you get up on your toes, gently putting your plushie back under covers, as you treaded towards the kitchen yawning…

“Mmm…mmm…Caleb…?”

“Oh hey…did I wake you up? Sorry…”, holding the glass close to his mouth

“No…no…it’s alrig—WAIT NO CALEB DONT DRINK THAT—”

Too late, he already did.

…….

“Woah woah woah, calm down Pipsqueak, what’s wrong?”

“NO NO NO YOU DRANK IT FULL!”

“You weren’t supposed to…at least not yet!”

“What do you mean…what is in this?”

“Well umm…”

“Poison???”

“Duh no! It’s well umm…it’s a well…a potion…”

“Potion…”

“Yeah, it basically turns people into their opposite sex, I got it from the Apothecary and Witchcraft store that’s located down the side lane at Azure Square.”

“Pips you drunk…? Or did you sleep too much that your brain is still dreaming?”

“Whaaat! You don’t believe me the lady said it will!”

“….yep Im definitely getting a bad stomach tomorrow…”

“Just you wait till it takes effect on you!”

“Go to bed (Name)…”

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The next day when you woke up, went to the kitchen for breakfast right after freshening up…

“Soooooo feel anything different???”

“Yes I feel like I’m cultivating breasts and maybe my cock is getting transformed into a vagina…”

“You know what it will happen! I bet!”

“Oh you bet on it?”

“Yeah 100 bucks by midnight.”

“You’re on pipsqueak.”

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It was almost around midnight, when you called out to him, “CALEB! BITCH COME OUT LETS WATCH A MOVIE!”

no response

So you get up and go to his bedroom…

“Caleb where—”

You walked inside of his bedroom to see him looking horrified into the mirror.

“What the actual fuck! What!”

“Told ya~”,

“Cmon up, pay the piper Caleb—or should I say…Carly~” as he paced around the room, all twirly…

She looked so pretty with her long eye-lashes and her pretty purple eyes…the necklace that you had gifted him, travelling down her neck like a ripple on the sea…

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You eyes roamed all over his—her body, the way her now oversized tee, dropped all the way down to her bust, exposing the fine valleyed-line along her cleavage…the way her long luscious dark brown hair went all the way down to her slick back…the way her curves became ever so prominent…she looked tantalising…and oh lord her thighs…thank the heavens that she was wearing shorts tonight…

Your eyes wandered down to her ass, along the curve of it, then at the front to her—

You bit your lip, you were no better than a man…

Then a thought…an urge struck your mind like a lightning bolt…you quickly take out your phone, opening the camera and selecting the video option. You took out your selfie stick from the bedside drawer and place it on the dressing table, fastening your phone in its clutches as you hit record.

As you walk over to her…

“Pips you’ve got to help—mmf!”

You kissed her…hard, hands trailing down her back in a painfully slow rhythm,

as they reached her ass,

kneading the soft flesh…

making her let out a soft moan into the kiss,

your tongue delved deep inside of the warm wet crevices inside of her mouth…

…..

She tried to take control,

but you wouldn’t let her…not tonight…

as your tongues battled with each other for dominance, resulting in you finally winning…

You pushed her down onto the bed,

spreading her thighs as you knee at her clothed pussy,

grinding your knee against it,

while your head dipped down to marking as many love bites as possible…

Your hands, went down to her breasts,

fondling with them, and squeezing them…

thumb rubbing and rolling over her nipple through her tee…

All she could do was moan and moan and moan…moan out your name…out loud.

…

Your hands messily grabbed onto her tee “Arms up.”, you command, voice laced with lust and dominance.

She followed…like a puppy…

“Good girl~”, you said, your voice low and deep.

Your hands roughly took off the clothing, while your mouth moved down to her breasts, lavishing each one with the perfect amount of attention and care…

Your tongue lapped around her right boob, sucking and biting onto her nipple,

While your hand took care of the other..

“Look at these pretty tits for me…”, you slapped them, hard watching them bounce.

“Ahh ahh P-Pipsqueak! Nghh! More please!”,

“Hmm? What was that Colonel?”

“Please please more! Feel s’ good s’ good!”, your mouth continued its pace and job, determined to fill up her upper body in hickeys…

…

“Not so much of a pipsqueak now am I~?”

…

“Strip.”

She nodded, quickly kicking off her shorts and boxers, to all the way.

“Good girl…are you tired?”

“No…no…can handle m-more…”

You smirked as you went to the cupboard, opening it up searching for something….found it!

It was the pretty pastel pink lacy pair of panties that you owned, but never once used…

“Put it on.”

She did, struggling, as her wet slick stuck to the fabric, creating an irritating and sticky sensation…

“Lay back down.”

“I’m…I’m so gonna…get back at you Pipsqueak just you wait—ahh~!”

You hands slapped onto her breasts, noticing them bounce up and down again…

“You have a big mouth for someone who currently possesses no control Colonel~ But I’ll let it slide…just for this once~”

As you spread her legs, your head dropping down in between her thighs, as your nose rubbed against the wet patch on the panties, breathing in deeply…

“Mmmf…Cal you smell so good…”

She moaned and moaned, her fingers entangling within your hair, her thighs quivered, while you planted hickeys and kisses on both of them at equal intervals…sucking and trailing your tongue up and down the marks.

….

“Nghhh! Pips please s-stop teasing…”

“Patience babes…all comes in good time…”, your fingers continued to play with the waistband of her panties…while your other hand cupped her clothed pussy, pressing onto it.

She groaned further…

“Feel that Colonel…if you can be a bully in bed then…so can I~”

“Gosh just please!”

“What’s the magic wooooord~”

…

“Fuck me…”

“There it is…good girl…”, you slipped off the panties in a slow but steady manner, finally tossing them somewhere on the ground…

“Moan. My. Name. And remember eyes on the mirror, want you to watch yourself pretty girl~”

Your tongue finally lapped round her clit, sucking at her sensitive nub so so sloppily.

“Ahh! Ahhh! Oh fuck! (Name)! (Name)! Fuck so good!”,

Your hair came in the way, should’ve tied it up before, you thought.

Pulling away from between her legs, you reach for your hair tie, pulling your hair up into a neat tight bun, before delving back in…

“Fuck you’re so hot ahhh!”

…….

You continue your slow rhythm, tongue delving into her folds, sucking up her slick while your fingers teasing along her dripping entrance.

Her hands grip tightly onto the bed sheets for dear life, while her eyes close from the pleasure…

You stop the stimulation as she groans.

“Hey hey I said eyes on the mirror…watch yourself for me…watch how sl*tty you are for me Colonel…”

“I see your eyes closed again, I’ll stop and lock you up for the night, cuffed to the bed and blindfolded. Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes…”

You slapped at her cunt, her body jerking at the sensation.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Ma’am…”

“That’s more like it…Now watch.”

She did, barely able to keep her eyes onto the mirror, while you carry on your work…

The rhythm of your tongue unsteady, often times slowing down and then getting fast again. She hated how much she loved that…

“No coming until and unless I say so.”

“…”, she moaned, while you slapped her cunt again.

“Words.”

“Y-yes Ma’am!”

….

You finally pushed two fingers inside of her drooling hole…as she screamed out your name.

“Fuckk…so tight for me babe…look at you…so fucking tight…can’t even move my fingers…you like em so much you sl*t?”, as you pump your fingers in and our of her, quickening your pace along with each dragging motion…

“Look at you taking my fingers so so well…wonder how many you can take…can you take a whole fist Colonel?”

All she was now reduced to was a moaning and withering mess, chanting your name as if it was the only word she knew in the dictionary…her moans filled the entire room up with a melody, you know you could never forget ever again…

It was like a drug…who would’ve known you could reduce Caleb…to this…

You felt pride, beaming within yourself…

….

“Yeah…that’s it…”

“(Name)! OH FUCK!”, she screamed out, once your fingers hit her g-spot…

“Hit the spot huh? How long till you come babe?”

“Ahh! Ahhh!”

She couldn’t answer, she and transcended to another realm of ecstasy and euphoria…

“I want an answer Colonel, else I’ll stop…”

She managed somehow, “s-so so close…close…”

“Yeah? Cmon babe…come for me…come all over my fingers…make them messy…”

As you quickened your pace to the max, hitting her spot at every second….

She couldn’t hold in anymore, she’d reached her high…

She came all over your fingers…screaming your name…

The noise filled the room, as you slowly yet steadily lower your pace, getting her out of her high…

“That’s it…that’s a good girl…”

…..

Your fingers glistened with her juices…

“Look at the mess you made Colonel…what would the other Fleet officers and your subordinates say if they ever found out, what I’ve made out of you…how messy you are in bed…”, repeating along the same lines he always uses with you in bed..

You’ve just changed the phrases and added more flavour into it…

She pants and pants and pants, devoid of her ability to form even a single coherent word…

You tongue lapped around one of your fingers, sucking onto it…

“Taste so good…wanna taste?”

You shoved your other two fingers inside of her mouth, as she sucked onto them, tasting herself on your fingers…

“Yeah you like em, can tell how good you taste can’t you?”

….

You stood up reaching for the blindfold from your dresser…

“Oh but we’re faaaar from done yet…”

“Well I’ll be damned…”, soon everything went as dark as the void in space, for her…

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You gave her a few more orgasms…before being finally done…

“Now that was the perfect midnight snack~”

…..

You giggle, “Can you walk?”

“You think?”

“Pfffffft! Lmao!”

“Seriously? This is what you say after that?!”, she glares at you.

“It’s funny if you think about it Caleb! I mean now you know how I feel!”

“Am I really this mean in bed?”, she gives you puppy dog eyes, and pouts…

“Well maybe…but then you’re again all snuggly and cuddly during aftercare…”

“Will you be the same for me?”

“Of course…”, you pecked her nose…

“But first let’s get you cleaned up!”

“Oh and—”, you whisper to her ear… “Next time…I’m using a strap~”

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Bonus: You returned back around noon. He was cooking lunch, as you called out to him in a sing-song voice. “Ohhhhhhhh Caaaaalebbb~”, he turns to look behind, to notice both your hands full with two plastic bags… one contained twenty bottles of that same potion…and the other was a long purple silicone toy…

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🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

A/N: I have nothing to say…I hope it was alright…thank you for checking it out…

(GIF Credits: Tenor)

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[pinkimania]

love and deepspace subliminal ideas!

Hi, here I have some ideas for the sub makers if you do it don't forget to mention this post on your Youtube channel or put a link to your subliminal audio below

Ideas from The Game:

❄️- Infinite crystals and diamonds

❄️- Have the desired "memory" card

❄️- unlock desired items

❄️- Level up faster

❄️- Infinity wishes

Ideas from The characters

❄️- look like

❄️- voice like

❄️- boyfriend look like

❄️- power likes

❄️- life like

❄️- talents like

Ideas from The MC's

❄️- look like Your mc

❄️- voice like

❄️- life like

❄️- EVOL Real life system

❄️- Impressive combats skills

❄️- be good with g7n$/Swords etc.

❄️- Make everyone fall in love with you

THANKS For seeing this post

[20001541]

My Hero Academia: Season 7 Episode 13- All for One Scenes

AFO struggling with Tenko for control over the body

AFO seeing Yoichi's face as he's getting beaten brutally by Izuku

Flashback to AFO crying as he kills Kudou

Zoom in on AFO's eye

Vestige AFO getting his period during the battle

[navillee]

Caleb as a sub - an introduction Pt. I

It's gonna be a long one since I'm giving some background context first, bringing some headcanons about the early stages of mc and Caleb relationship (childhood up to teen years). Part II would be the late teens/adult stage of him as a sub because it makes more sense to explain what exactly lead him to be one.

I would like to start this TED Talk saying that Caleb has all the stars and planets aligned to be the pervert he is;

He had to stand up as a protective figure for you at such young age, that this position on your life it's so deeply engraved as his inside his head, to the point Caleb can't visualize anything other than this possiblity. He can't picture losing that spot for another guy, and that's one the reasons why he acts like a loyal guard dog over you;

It started as a duty and due to his own character it developed out of control as an obsession over the years. From protecting you from the mean kids, so you would only want to spend time with him, to the day he had to go out with his friends to a random party he didn't even wanted to go just to avoid totally snapping to the fact you went out on a silly date with a friend back in highschool;

He felt miserable everytime that happen. Everytime you choose another one over him, Caleb promised to himself he would do better, that he would be better for you. So good that you would never choose another person but him to be by your side. He would be the most courageous, gentle, patient, good a cooking and even do your homeworks. You didn't deserve less than the best;

Oh, and how it felt good when you praised him. When you corrected a friend of yours bragging about the fact that Caleb's actually better at (inserts random hability here);

He felt proud to be the only one suited to take care of you;

And those times were the best for him. Caleb still remembers every detail of his childhood days he shared with you. It was only natural for him to get to know everything about you, from your favorite color to all your likes and dislikes. You were near his sight, and he felt at ease knowing that if anything happens to you, he would be able to try everything out until he finds the solution to bring back your smiling face towards safety again;

When you two shared a room and kept talking and giggling until late at night, pretending to be asleep as grandma entered the bedroom to check on both of you. When both of you fell asleep cuddling on a bed that seems so huge, surrounded by plushies and aircraft toys, just for Caleb to wake up earlier to pick up the plushies that had fallen out of bed, tiptoeing towards you again and feeling relieved you survived another rainstorm night because he was there to protect you;

But something flipped when the hormones started to kick in. That's when the obsession over being your favorite changed in a substantial way;

That was the first most confusing time for Caleb. When grandma morphed the dumping room of the house into a new bedroom in no time, and Caleb had a new bed, study desk and even a wardrobe just for him. Shouldn't he feel happy? Grateful, or at least a little excited for having a space exclusive for him?

He's growing up, and that inevitable separation from you is chasing after his powerless self. If you're not within his sight, how Caleb will know whenever you need him to be there for you? He didn't even asked for a new room, so why adults started to complain the older – safer and more cozy – setting of you two sharing a room wasn't ideal?

His perfect sleep schedule was ruined. Caleb couldn't find a way of sleeping the first night without you, nor the other night after that one, nor the night after tomorrow...

What if you kicked the blanket out of the bed and were feeling cold? What if your plushies fell out from the bed frame and you're alone? What if a thunderstorm starts and he's just not there to cover your ears until it goes away?

He tossed and turned on his bed for almost two weeks, until the night it started to rain heavily. Then he couldn't deal with his own agony. He got out of his bed, abandoning that prison of isolation (that's how he called his new bedroom) and slowly turned the doorhandle of his old room;

You were curled up with a plushie near the edge of the bed, crying. His heart sinks, he ran towards you, touching softly your arm as you turned your red puffy face towards him. "Caleb, is that you? You're back!" Tears running down your face as you cupped his face with your hands basically dragging him to get on bed. "Can you stay? I don't like thunderstorms, you know it."

And he absolutely loses it. Caleb isn't moving a single unit of feet outside that bedroom ever again. No, the only thing he can do is bring you closer in a warm hug, while he says he's back to protect you and he's not leaving, never, for nothing in this world.

He build a pillow fortress right after he notices that you calmed down a little, and after a long torturing two week period of (not) sleeping (at all) alone, you two fell asleep on each other's arms again, safe and sound, as it have always supposed to be;

The time passed by. And even if you didn't get that scared out of rains anymore, you two were always together, and if you weren't on Caleb's bedroom, Caleb was for sure at yours. Watching movies, helping you out with your homework. It wasn't enough anymore, no, never enough. Excuses such as "let me cook something for us, pipsqueak." or "let me dry your hair since you don't know how to do it." appeared on his never outdated list of excuses to spend time by your side and do useful things only he could do for you;

He couldn't run away from the eventual separation, but he could trick it, delay it, pretend it didn't existed at all;

Until the day he punched a boy and grandma had to pay a visit to the school's principal. It started when a girl was arguing with you about some topic Caleb didn't had enough time to figure it out. It was when that one of the girl's boy friends tried to touch you, and Caleb saw it. And all you could remember was seeing him jumping after the other boy's face;

After getting scolded by all present adults at the principal's office, Caleb saw himself standing at your bedroom door again. Poor boy was feeling so sad. Would you be mad at him as well? When everything he did was to protect you, would those doors finally getting closed to him to never enter that special place for only the two of you ever again? When he entered the room already mumbling all the excuses he could find, he got speechless when the first thing you did was to cup his face with your hands and ask him if he got injured;

He giggled at you, and the giggle turned into a laugh as he cupped your face back. Of course you wouldn't get mad! You, out of everyone, knew that Caleb only did what he did in order to protect you. He wasn't a juvenile thug or anything but a little boy trying to protect you from mean people. He was so relieved you wasn't mad. He didn't do anything wrong after all, right?

That's why he's back at your room again, softly looking at you like a puppy while you bandage up his bruised hands;

He took that day as an endorsement for that growing-out-of-control overprotection over you. As long as you're by his side and not feeling uncomfortable, he would do anything to protect you and keep being the first person you would look up for help;

That's his role after all, and he feels so good doing it, he can't stop, don't even want to. That's why he neutralizes all threats that comes near you, and that comes near him too;

Even though he's the popular kid and get along with everyone, when it comes to girls that left you out or are clearly acting like pick mes to get his attention, he's immediately blunt with them;

That includes: not landing any piece of clothing to any girl but you. Not a cap, nor hoodies, nothing. Not getting physical contact or engaging in conversations, especially if the topic somehow makes you uncomfortable;

Watch him freak out whenever a girl who's trying to get his attention ask you if you have a crush on some boy/celebrity that Caleb knows;

However, when the situation reverses and we're talking about boys trying to get your attention, he's ruthless;

If there's a competitive guy, that's Caleb for sure. If there's a sports competition at school and his fan girls club is cheering him up during the entire set, he couldn't care less about it. But are your eyes on him? Or did another guy caught your attention? If so, get ready to Caleb's show off party;

He will outdo that guy. It doesn't matter if it's an ally or someone from another team. Caleb's an natural outdoer. He'll win and bring that trophy/medal home just for you to praise him and tell him he did good;

He wants to spend the entire dinner at home with you bragging to grandma how amazing he performed while he carries an small smile and a fuzzy mind too overwhelmed with praises to think on any other thing;

And he'll never let another guy have his moment at the dinner table;

That's when he realizes he wasn't doing for the sake of it. He was doing it because he couldn't get anything more than that. And it frustrated him. Praises at dinner weren't enough anymore, landing you clothes weren't enough anymore. He wanted more, way more he could ask for, and Caleb was afraid of admitting it to himself.

But sometimes it got out of control for everybody to see it. Such as the time he chopped an entire carrot an putted on Zayne's meal when he spent a weekend at grandma's house. When he noticed you got mad he immediately stopped and reluctantly apologized to Zayne. (That doesn't mean he didn't use that "incident" as an twisted joke/provocation towards Zayne for the following years);

Things like chopping carrots happened with a shorter frequency whenever he noticed you weren't spending enough time with him. Tossing bouquet of flowers boys delivered at your door into the trash before you would notice, lying that you're not interested whenever a friend of him asked about you – then shortly after tossing this friendship into the trashcan as well – being dismissive towards girls that confessed to him or even rude;

You didn't notice those things, but he wish you would. He wanted you to catch him throwing unopened love letters away because at least then he would know he should stop doing it, that he would immediately get on his senses and feel guilty about it;

Then he would beg for forgiveness and you would accept him back, just like you did when you got separated rooms. And he would come back to be your sweet well behaved boy from your childhood that did everything only in order to protect you;

But you didn't do it. In fact he could swear he saw a faint smirk on your face when he didn't accept a date invitation from a phonecall, he saw the same lingering pleased smile when he threw off a plushie he received on valentine's day;

And it was driving him insane. He felt guilty about behaving like that, but how could he stop when you're a daily reminder of his disgrace? When you're wandering around the house with pajamas shorts that Caleb hold onto his dear life to try not stare than more than five seconds, or when he has to take a shower after you had showered and all those sweet fragrance products mixed with a faint scent of your sweat started to make his mind wonder to places tried not to but failed;

Oh, poor Caleb. Long years of self discovery, pent up frustration and repression waited for him.

[mihanisms]

sub l&ds men visuals

— so....my first time doing this type of post but. i need to spread my femdom agenda. guys the 13 sub LI drafts i have on my account WILL see the light of my page one day i promise 😭 in the meanwhile have this...also u need to be logged into twt to see most of these!!

— nasty freaky twitter porn with tiny blurbs. mostly focused on pegging, bondage, or overstimulation. ur strap is occasionally referred to as cock. i hope my fellow freaks enjoy, love u all mwah mwah <3

the first time you had suggested pegging to zayne, you hadn't expected him to be so...okay with it. of course, there was a bit of convincing needed, but as a doctor, he had both the medical knowledge and money for preparation — you seemed to want it so badly, after all. he just didn't expect how much he'd like it.

— he's completely gone

— he's completely gone pt. 2

— fucking himself onto you

— extra ; helping him destress after work (pls he's even wearing the same fuckass outfit)

rafayel had been one hell of a brat the entire week, teasing you by sending pictures of himself dolled up for you, sending voice messages of him whining and moaning for your cock, and even going as far as to sending videos of him playing with himself, all during your precious work hours.

— "this pretty toy is all for you to use."

— "please cutie, come home already. can't you see how much my cock misses you?"

— "you can make me feel better than this dumb vibrator."

finally free from work on the weekend, you show him the consequences of his actions.

— whining and crying already, when this was just the beginning of his punishment?

— being tortured stupid

you took it upon yourself to break down sylus. always somehow so irritatingly composed, you tried so many different ways to have him openly submit to you, when all you had to do was take the lead in bed. now was that tricky? yes. was having him moaning and letting you take control something you would trade entire universes for? also yes!!!!

— getting his ass fucked by you is more relaxing than he'd like to admit

— the more intimate the moment, the louder he moans for you

— seeing how far you could push him until he breaks

— roleplay; he's being a brat (he's mostly an obedient sub, he just wanted to feel how you would fuck him if he wasn't)

since xavier had long since gotten into the habit of waking you up with sex, it's only natural that it catches onto you as well.

— he's always just so sensitive when it comes to you

— morning handjob (this is sooo intimate subby xavier im in love)

— fucking him awake

— extra ; THIS IS SO HIM AHHHHH

multiple scenarios for caleb bc i can't think of one specific story to follow with videos...

— no-touch is the worst punishment for him :(

— but there's just something so addicting about it (sado-masochist switch much?)

— he could break out of the cuffs so easily, but the look on your face as you torture his cock is too sweet of a reward

— extra ; the shit he sends you

[dem0batz]

Many thoughts

+ since it cut Zayne's analysis off

[rindzaki]

Bite me

Pairings: Sylus x gn! Vampire Reader

"Please [name]…it feels so good," whispered Sylus, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. He was sitting on your lap. His eyes, full of admiration and passion, looked straight into yours. His lips barely trembled, exposing the tips of his teeth when he repeated his request with hope and despair.

It was such a vulgar and shameless request. The only reason for this was the fact that Sylus always liked the pain you caused him, he enjoyed a slight clouding in his head when you were too rough with him, which made his skin pale and his knees weaker, he enjoyed the fact that you had to hold him in your arms for a while until he recovered. He knew it was risky, that he was playing with fire, but it was impossible to give it up.

Your cold fingers gently touched his neck, feeling the pulsation of his artery under his skin, which made a slight tremor run through his body. This rhythm of life was so seductive, almost hypnotizing. You leaned closer. The smell of his blood filled your senses, awakening in you the instincts of a predator.

Sylus closed his eyes, completely trusting you. You could feel his body relaxing, giving himself to you completely. You knew how much he enjoyes it, and it added spice to your pleasure.

Your lips touched his neck, and you felt his body tense in anticipation. You gently licked a small bleeding wound left by your fangs. Sylus made a quiet moan, but it was the sound of disappointment mixed with desire.

His eyes opened, full of pleas and passion. You slowly strayed away, your eyes met him.

"It's dangerous for you," you whispered, gently touching his face. "You know it "

Sylus tastes too good. His skin is perfectly soft and delicate. When your teeth pierced it, there was a quiet clap, barely audible only to your sharp ears. His blood was of perfect temperature, consistency and taste, every sip was like nectar, sweet and alluring, awakening in you the desire to never stop. That's what made you dangerous to him.

"Please... I know! I know it's dangerous, I shouldn't ask for it, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me like that. [name]…I will be fine…" - Sylus assured again.

He gently kissed you on the lips trying his taste of blood on your lips. "Please [name]" he repeated again.

It's hard to restrain yourself when he kisses you like this, it seems to be worse than your hunger. You sharply wrapped your hands around his waist, attracting him so tightly that he would be afraid that you would break his spine if he didn't know how much you love him.

You kiss him as if he were all that exists in this world. Your lips faced such force that it rings in your ears. Your tongues are intertwined, their movements are becoming more desperate. He deliberately touches your fangs with his tongue, and the next moment blood fills your mouth.

Your pupils dilate when blood begins to flow through your throat, its metallic taste explodes on your taste buds. You drink it with such greed that you don't notice how drops of blood begin to flow down his chin. It leave scarlet marks on his skin, mixing with his moans and whines, which he exhales directly into your mouth.

You feel how his hands, tightly wrapped around your neck, begin to weaken. Realizing that he is already at the limit, you slowly pull away, gently licking the blood on his lips and chin. His body loses consciousness and slowly overturns back. Moonlight gently illuminates his trembling body, giving it an almost unearthly glow. You watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, his eyes are half closed and his mouth half open.

He looks so beautiful in this state, like a sleeping angel, vulnerable and beautiful. Your eyes go down a little lower, you notice a bulge in his pants and a small wet trail on it…

Masterlist

[livelaughlovesubs]

bottom cyborg caleb thoughts......

Caleb from love & deepspace???? AS A CYBORG??? Oh lord 👀 (Pls I actually have no clue what’s going on cuz I dropped the game, I just know that man somehow survived T^T)

Wait what kind of cyborg though. Entirely out of metal or partially? Cuz if it’s entirely… imagine him being programmed to obey your every order, to do whatever you want hehe. Or maybe you could control his body with a remote or smt, while he can’t go against it..? Like tying him up but different? Ordering him to stay still but he actually can’t move??? Hello, anyone see the vision? (What am I spouting-)

[sylustra]

I'm obsessed with his lashes. Also the expressions for this card without the intended outfit are a little silly. 🩷

[alphastoworship]

[chuluoyi]

Hiii Chu! How are youu? 🌸 I wanted to know that where do you watch C-dramas? 👀 Like what streaming platforms can I watch it on? Also I was indifferent about Caleb in LADS but after the trailer I was like hmmm helllooo 👀 Also it will be my birthday when everything will be dropping! A very good gift indeed hehehe! - 🌻

sunflower nonnie hello!🤏🏻 i’m watching cdramaa usually through netflix, youku or tencent! 🥹 netflix usually only has the popular ones, so the ones in netflix are usually in youku and tencent too bc they’re chinese streaming service heheh

and sameee! i really thought he’ll be just a regular childhood gege but no infold took it to their hands and turns him into this hot and crooked military officer with possessive tendencies towards mc 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ not that i’m complaining fufufu~

happy birthday in advance sunflower nonnieee! 🤍