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kissing caleb is a little unusual. not the fact that you do, never that, but how you do. it’s kitten licks against his mouth—his lips remaining shut or opening for your access alone—sucking his tongue out of his mouth while his thumb rubs circles against the side of your ribs. your tongues play with each other almost entirely rather than seriously kissing, because this is the only way to keep his composure. place a kiss against his lips like normal and he can’t help but flip you over and use you until he’s the only thing lingering in your pretty little head.
wrapped in disheveled bedsheets, shimmering with the moonlight leaking through the curtains, kissing caleb soft and slow. quiet sighs and gasps exit either of your mouths, silencing the other with another peck. when you lick his lips to wet your tongue against his, he groans and pulls you on top of him, resting your whole body against his. he runs his hands up and down your body, tenderly, gently. his fingers delicately trace the dip in your back, further arching yourself into him as a reaction to his feather-light touches.
“caleb…” he swallows the call of his name, cock beginning to harden at the sound of your voice. he adjusts you effortlessly atop of him to keep you from feeling the bulge against his sweatpants. after all, he only agreed to kissing you because you told him that was what you needed before going to bed. definitely.
knowing you, if you even suspected that there was a chance of keeping him up for the rest of the night, you’d take it. unfortunately, also knowing you, there was no possibility of him successfully hiding the state of his dick from you.
when you started with him like this, there was no way to estimate a stopping point. as if he wanted there to be a stopping point with you. “please,” you drawled out, “just one taste, baby. lemme suck you off, then i’ll go to sleep—promise.”
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cw: spit, mention of somno, sensitive caleb, that’s all i just need him 😵💫
caleb’s legs are spread wide against the end of his bed, with you on your knees between them. the veins in his forearms are bulging with how tightly he’s gripping his bedsheets behind him.
“just relax baby,” soothing him by slowly rubbing your hands along his inner thighs, “so tense.” you sigh through a soft smile, eyes trained on the work you’re doing. he can’t respond—how could he when the girl of his dreams is on his bedroom floor, ready to take his leaking dick in her mouth?
relax. just relax! right, rightrightright. you can relax. you can do exactly that. exactly what she’s saying. just. relax… he affirms in his head, lowering his eyes as slow as he humanly could to your fingers rubbing along his dick.
FUCKhecan’tdothis.
he snaps his head up to the ceiling within half a second of his eyes landing on your figure, kneeling before him. there’s no way he could look at you without busting a nut instantaneously. yet, even with that small glance he could barely handle, he burned the image of your lashes fluttering admirably at the precum oozing from his cock, the way your tongue peeks out to wet your bottom lip and your teeth latch onto it for just a beat too long, the sounds of your small sighs of desperation to just get a taste of what you’ve been craving for god knows how long.
distracted, his mouth registers that you’ve started licking his tip before his brain does. letting out the loudest moan he’s ever moaned, he sits in shock at the sheer volume his vocal cords managed just now. once he’s processed what’s happened, he’s quick to maneuver your head off his dick in fear of coming in the next ten seconds, hand sliding under your chin to nudge you backwards. “hey, how ‘bout i… just, uh, eat you out? ‘cause i—i don’t think…um…” he trails off, chuckling awkwardly.
he’s tripping over his words, and you’re watching in amusement, shifting from jaw-dropping surprise into a playful smile with each passing second of awkward defense on his part. you’ve never seen him like this, yet you don’t hate it. “i get it, caleb. you’re just scared you’re not gonna last. there’s no shame in that!” your tone of voice barely concealing the careful intent embedded within your words. “just let me fuck you.” his eye twitched—you were proposing a challenge. he took the bait.
“lie on your back.” despite how cocky he tried to be, you knew him better than that. “whatever you say, colonel,” you were not making this easy for him, were you?
his adam’s apple bobs, following you getting on his bed and climbing on top to cage his arms around your head. his right hand goes down to pump his cock a few times, the precum leaking rapidly and dripping onto your clit. holy fuck.
“y’ready?” he breathes out. he knows he isn’t.
“put it in already, caleb,” you groan, hips grinding up to rub against his dick. stifled whimpers, sounding almost pained, leave his mouth at your efforts. he lines himself up with your entrance, and the feeling of his tip rubbing up and down between your wet folds had him trembling, pleasure incomparable to those years of him fucking his fist but feeling like something was missing, always tempted to take the real thing when you’d be sleeping the next room over.
when he pushes in, finally, you can’t help but moan. his stalling seemed to have been taking a toll on you too, he supposes. “fuck, ca-caleb…” you tighten at the little satisfaction he’s granting you currently. he can’t even bear to look at you. only having an inch in, he knows that opening his eyes to make contact with yours would have him gushing on the spot. he eases his way in without a word—eerily silent for him.
“…you okay?” a few breaths.
“ye-yeah.” his voice cracks, and he goes to hide his face within the crook of your neck without missing a beat.
“take your time, baby.” your hands lovingly brush through his hair, the feeling of your soft fingers against his sweat sheened body felt nearly electric.
he twitches. “yeah.”
you prepared yourself when you felt him slowly pulling out and pausing, before quickly pushing back in, leaving you breathless. his cock was better than anything you could have dreamed of, and you have been dreaming of this. he picks up his pace, and at the sound of your higher-pitched whimpers, he had gained enough confidence to believe that he was the one in control. he lifts his head up to peek at your face, but the glimpse he catches at your lips, agape with pleasure, your eyes shut tight, your furrowed brows, and god, the droplet of sweat that rolled down the side of your face—he needed a distraction. he latches onto your neck and abruptly stutters to a stop, in order to recompose himself. “babe, are you sure you’re okay?”
“m’sure.” his sentences were choppy.
“okay. just…tell me if you need anything, please?”
“…’kay.” he’s heaving into your skin, breath sounding even more desperate when he’s exhaling through his nose.
caleb always loves to talk. what’s wrong with him today?
once he’s normal enough, he fucks into you again like that never happened, eyes trained low to where the two of you are connected. his hand caresses the side of your face, wiping the sweat onto his index finger, using everything in his power to not lick it off. his thumb now drags along your bottom lip, admiring how it bounces back.
“open your mouth.” you do so without question. he harnesses all his bravery to not miss or cum, and he spits. directly in your mouth. it surprises you, letting his saliva sit on your tongue without processing what happened.
“swallow for me, baby.” oh, you could get used to this.
you follow his orders nearly immediately, and you catch notice of his eyes intently trailing the path of his spit down your throat. your mouth opens again and you stick your tongue out, providing proof that you listened. “good girl.”
he brings his face close to yours again, hot breath fanning over your face. his thumb brushes along your bottom lip, so you play into it. your tongue wraps around the soft pad, enveloping the tip of his finger into your mouth. he stiffens. when you suck it further in, just to relax your muscles and let it slip out again, as if you were trying to suck his cock, that was his tipping point.
he whimpers while his hips move erratically, lodging himself as deep as he could before cumming, powerfully, inside your pussy with a guttural groan of sheer pleasure. he pants, face hidden away from you, but you could make out what he’d look like based off of the glowing blush on the tips of his ears.
he’s so embarassed. he’s humiliated. he’s—“that was so fucking hot, caleb.”—hard all over again.
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No requests, just wanted to say I appreciate ur work and i cant wait to see more yummy yummy varka :)
HELLOO I’M GONNA CRY i love you thank you so much bruh i can’t wait to be posting more yummy yummy varka and yes. i get you i need to suck on his fat cock so fucking bad oh my god but who says you can’t get a little empty-minded when thinking about him and understand the foundations of his character… #ethicalgooning
AND THEN if im allowed to be greedy slapping, his head under readers boot then you sit on the back of his head with ur full weight & theres just ground underneath him cuz we do not care if he dies
i have started writing This is so fucking sexy but Unfortunately can you elaborate on the last prompt in this one i don’t fully understand it
cw: dubcon-ish, depictions of violence, scarification, heavy degradation
toji’s violent, brutal, cruel.
“i should just gut you like the useless piece of shit you are. i’m sure the world wouldn’t even notice a difference with your ass gone, right? no fuckin’ friends, no fuckin’ family that cares about you. you’re doing nothing worthwhile—shit—i’m sure i’d be doing you a fuckin’ favor by slitting your throat already. stopping you from living this miserable life. i know you hate it too.
“i could stab you and you’d say thank you, wouldn’t you? little bitch. or maybe i’d take you, keep in locked in my bedroom forever, use you whenever i need. ‘know it’s better than whatever the fuck you’re doing already.”
the sharp sting from the blade tracing along your abdomen amplifies with each thrust of his cock. yet, you can’t help but feel pleased with his treatment. he gives you that dosage with a certain feeling of euphoria, a high you know you’ll never get again. thick blood drips down now, staining the waistband of your jeans resting halfway down your thighs. you glance down, fearful of your expectations to where the tip of his knife is currently resting, to find a capital “T” carved perfectly under your navel.
“like what you see?” he’s not expecting an answer, and he laughs at that. “when i’m done with you, no man can miss the fact that i’ve branded you, that i fucking own you.”
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face down, ass up, varka plunging his cock deep inside your pussy.
the pillow muffles your whimpers, but he wants to hear you, so he pulls your hair towards himself, turning your face in his direction. he chuckles dryly at the fucked out expression you’re wearing.
“c’mon baby, tell me how good it feels,” but you lost your ability to form coherent thoughts, much less any sentences after your third orgasm.
warbled cries leave your lips, trying to tell him that he is making you feel good, but your mouth seems to have given up the moment you opened it—that won’t do.
in a quick sucession, he pulls you up by your hair flush against his chest, just to wrap his arm around your neck and push you down against the bed once again. the headlock he’s gotten you in, the impossible closeness of your bodies, the sounds of his rough grunts right against your ear, it amplifies all sensations beyond words.
you’re weakly hitting his bicep to signal your approaching orgasm but he doesn’t care, too focused on hitting your sweet spots inside. “y’wanna come again? yeah?” you nod as much as you could, with his arm restricting most of your head movement. he laughs, slowing his thrusts, feeling his cock reaching shallower and shallower spots.
sniffling, you whine, “wh-why…?” your hips begin to grind against his, attempting to stimulate your clit, until he pins your body down, fully immobilized.
“you ignored me. now you’re reaping the consequences of your actions. y’gotta hold it, until i tell you to cum, and i better hear a ‘yes sir.’”
mean step brother tsukishima who wants to fuck you soooooo bad
cw: stepcest, spitting
tsukki’s fingers mercilessly plunge into you. his face hovers above your own, eyes fully focused on the way your pussy reacts so excitedly to any and all of his movements. however, your strained sounds of pleasure seem to break him out of his trance, coming back to reality for a moment. “shut up. you hafta quiet down… you don’t wanna wake mom up, do you?” he sneers, thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit.
the second you grab a pillow to muffle your whines, he yanks it away from you. “no, no, no, you had so much shit to say earlier, you think you can stop now?” a short exhale through his nose, “tch, even dumber than i thought.” your cheeks are squished between his slender fingers. your eyes close in embarassment, but he won’t take that.
you hear it before you feel it, the harsh sound of his spitting onto your face. your eyes widen in shock, yet you can’t help but moan almost immediately. how humiliating. warmth spreads through your body the longer his eyes are locked with yours, just adding another layer to all the sensations you’re feeling at once. “eyes on me. don’t make me say it twice.”
glancing down, you catch sight of his hard cock leaving an imprint against his dark gray sweats, feeling giddy at the thought that you’re making him just as excited as he’s making you.
“kei…”
“what,” he pants.
“wanna… wanna fuck.”
his fingers slow, expression shifting into something darker, as if he’s amused.
“i’ll fuck you because i want to, not ‘cause you told me.” a giggle escapes your lips at his playfulness, staring with hungry eyes when he slips his lanky fingers out, coated in your arousal to reach for the string around his waistband, letting his slimmer, but lengthy cock free.
since you’ve woken up, you've been playing with aiku oliver's libido all day. peppering him with kisses along his jaw, collarbone, and descending down right before he had to leave for practice. sending him pictures that shouldn't be opened on the clock just minutes before his break ends, leaving him pent up and no time to react how he wished he could. the cherry on top being the faux innocence you put on when he steps through the door, greeting him dressed in a thin robe using the sweet tone only used when he knows he's in for a treat. you lean up against his body, his large hands instinctively rubbing along your sides and back, but pleasantly surprised at the ornate textures he can feel under the fabric. when he catches a peek of your cleavage from above you to see the purple lingerie decorating your chest, he pieces together what he's seeing and feeling, and all of a sudden needs to taste you to see the full picture.
a couple teasing remarks later and he's fucking into you rough, unmindful of the mess made of your saliva, his cum, and the accumulation of sweat from the pair of you since he's been playing with you for the past hour. "please, sir," he slaps you across the face, jerks you back by the chin to face him, then once more. "that's not my name, is it?" you whine at the connotation behind his words and shake your head as harshly as you could whith your face in his grip. "come on, slut, use your words. i know you can, baby. with all the shit you had to say to me today?" the mix of his degrading petname and his special praise gets to you, visible in a physical sense when you buck your hips up to meet his cock.
he won't take that though—you think you can get what you want easy when you've been giving him such a hard time?
he pins your hips down with his right hand and your arms with his left, getting more aggressive than he has been. "tell me what you want, properly, or else i'll tie you to the fuckin' bed, force you to watch me fuck my fleshlight 'til i'm done," he grunts just imagining it, but couldn't ignore your whines increasing in pitch and volume the more he talked. "might have to gag you if you keep crying like, shit, like this." he sneers in your face before continuing. "i could leave you like that, tied up and helpless, a desperate fuckin' slut, just like you've wanted to be since before i got back." you could handle hearing all his punishments fantasized, but when he he starts to slow his thrusts down, you can't help but give in.
"please! please, daddy, just fuck me 'til i cum! i prom-" you gasp when he picks his pace up again, "promise i'll be a good girl for you, no more bein' a brat, just…just need your dick so bad daddy, let me..." you wavered, basking in his little groans each time that name slipped from your pretty lips. he throws his head back the more you beg, words turning incoherent in his mind as all he can do is listen to are the addictive noises leaving your mouth. after a moment his thrusting starts to get erratic, and when he drops his head between your jaw and collar, breathing heavily, you know you have him.
"fuck, cum for me," which you do the moment he tells you to, and he follows nearly instantly. you rest in the serenity for a few minutes, the only sounds heard now being your catching your breaths against each other.
eventually, you're the first to break the silence, "i might have to act up more if this is what i get."
he scoffs, smile growing against your skin. “this was me going easy, baby.”
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thinking about over-sensitive caleb … straddling him when he’s already hard. kissing his lips without tongue yet and he’s groaning out loud. grinding against his lap and he can’t help but buck his hips up. pulling your top off to show your bare chest while sliding your fingers under his shirt, and he’s looking up at the ceiling, afraid that catching just one more glance of your gorgeous tits will make him cum in his pants.
something something caleb’s away at work so you’re using a vibrator and humping his pillow clothed in his oversized sleep shirt, something something him entering quietly in attempts of surprising you after getting off work early—until he’s met with quite the unexpected, but very welcome sight. he watches from the doorframe of his bedroom, looking out for the telltale signs you’re about to cum so he can drop his bag far more dramatically than he usually does, smiling innocently at your figure frozen in fear, head snapped to his smug face. “go on,” he calls out without moving from his position. you refuse to, letting the seconds tick by in awkward silence. you regret not moving when he warned you the first time the moment he starts taking those long strides towards you with a primal look on his face.
grabbing your arm with your vibrator still on, still in hand, he looks at you dead in the eye, “i never told you to stop,” you let out labored breaths. “show me.” gradually, in almost complete silence, you begin moving the vibrator against your clit once again, but not nearly as fervently, which he obviously caught onto. “show me how you got off before you knew i was watching. show me how dirty you really are.” you let his hand guide yours, speeding up as you pant, very clearly trying to suppress your sounds, yet he’s urging you to be vocal. let him hear how much better this puny little vibrator is than him, let him hear how good this stupid piece of silicone can feel, let him hear why you needed to masturbate before he got home, the single rule he asked you to follow, but your stupid cock-addled brain couldn’t even do that much. the sensation of his judgemental eyes staring at your fucked out face, teeth hooking over your bottom lip to muffle yourself pushed something in you, whimpering out loud.
finally.
he pulls the vibrator away from you, pinning your hands above you with his right hand, gripping your hips and pulling them towards his hard cock with his left. he leans down to whisper into your ear as he grinds against your pussy, “still think you need other toys to make you feel good when this dick is all yours, pipsqeak?”