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something something caleb who dates solely to try and push down his feelings for you
18+ (smut)
cw & tags: afab fem!reader, heavy fauxcest / pseudocest, cheating, reader and caleb both are the problem in this, possibly a bit ooc, gaslighting, manipulation, i think that covers it ?, word count: 2.9k
Between the pages of an old book in Caleb’s room, there lies a quote: gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. The words made themselves a home in the furthest corner of his brain until they became more than just an excerpt.
Love is a choice, so here he silently sits in a bed that is not his while his girlfriend screams at him. As he glances over at the small clock on the nightstand, he realizes the argument has lasted hours by now.
“I just– I don’t get it, Caleb; something’s wrong with her–”
“Don’t talk about her like that.”
She stares at him with a pinched expression. “That’s the first time you’ve spoken during this entire conversation, and it’s to defend her. Are you fucking kidding me?”
He’s exhausted; the one-sided discussion has run in circles to the point of collapsing in on itself. “What do you want from me?” he sighs, hand dragging down his face as he glances back at the red, flashing numbers.
“I want you to choose me,” she whispers.
He shows up at your door an hour later, heartbroken and with a bottle of cheap liquor. “I broke up with her,” he mumbles, sitting next to you on the floor as he pours you both a shot.
You’re thankful that the glass pressed to your lips hides your smile, letting out a small cough once the sour liquid slides down your throat.
“I’m sorry, gege,” you say, both of you knowing the words are a lie.
You hated her for taking Caleb away; you tried not to be bitter about it, but it grew harder to hide your disapproval each time she stared at you with eyes that were just a shade off from your own.
He shrugs half-heartedly as he pulls you into his lap, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. “You’re my sister; it wasn’t a decision.”
He wakes up half-dressed in your bed, your leg thrown over his hip as you sleep next to him. He blames the blurred lines and memories on the alcohol as he tells himself his half-hard cock has nothing to do with the feeling of your body on his.
The bright screen of his phone is what wakes you up, your breath on his ear as you watch him swipe his way left and right– mostly left, you note– through a plethora of women.
“Didn’t take you for the rebound type,” you mumble.
He waits a little longer this time before deciding to introduce you to his newest girlfriend. The faint ghost of your drunken lips on his flushed skin makes him painfully aware of how bad he needs this relationship to work.
“It was nice meeting you.” She smiles brightly, pressing a kiss to Caleb’s cheek as she walks out of his apartment.
You don’t say anything, content to watch the movie playing on the television as he stares at you. “What do you think?” he comments.
“Why does it matter what I think?” you ask, knees tucked under your chin as you stare at the screen.
The correct answer is that it shouldn’t; your opinion shouldn’t have any effect on his relationship. You shouldn’t have any effect on his relationship. “You’re my sister; of course it matters,” he settles on.
You don't say it out loud– you don't need to– but the question rings in his ears as you wrap your arms around him.
“I'd never ask you to choose, Caleb,” you whisper, lips too close to his pulse point as you nuzzle your face against his neck.
“You don't have to, meimei,” he sighs as he pulls out his phone, your thumb brushing against his as you grab it out of his hands.
One of his fingers shakily presses send on the break-up text you drafted; his other hand grips your hip to stop you from squirming against his thigh.
He doesn't tell you he's in a relationship this time– he doesn't have to. He can hide her from you, but he can't hide the way he sighs every time his phone buzzes or the disinterested phone calls in your hallway.
He knows you’re at the cafe before he even sees you, his body pulled towards the sound of your laughter echoing from the small booth in the corner. “I didn’t know the two of you knew each other,” he comments, placing a hesitant kiss on your forehead as he slides into the seat next to you.
“She's a friend of a friend. I guess Granny was right; it really is a small world.”
It should be a good thing that the two of you get along so well– logically, he knows that much. He drops her off at your apartment for another movie night he’s not invited to, wondering if this is what it felt like for you to watch someone steal him away.
After three days of radio silence from both of you, he receives the phone call he’s been waiting on– it’s just from the wrong person. She’s sobbing into the speaker as she tries to get the words out.
“I can’t– I won’t tell you who it was, but I cheated on you. It wasn’t an accident; it was an active choice. I’m sorry, Caleb; you deserve better,” she sniffles.
He tells himself it’s anger settling in his veins as he knocks on your door that night. The two of you sit in a tense silence until you finally speak up. “She tasted like you.”
You wake up to an empty apartment the next morning with finger-shaped bruises on your wrists. An ache settles in your lower half as you slowly sit up, your phone lighting up with another text from your brother’s ex-girlfriend.
Now that their relationship is over, you don’t hesitate to block her number.
Caleb likes his current girlfriend well enough; she’s kind, very polite– if not a touch boring. He doesn’t love her, though– and no matter how many times he half-heartedly repeats the words back to her, he knows now that he never will.
He isn’t particularly attracted to her, but she looks similar enough to you that he can close his eyes and pretend he is– yet she’s different enough that no one can call him out for it.
Once is a chance, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern- something Josephine once said to you both as kids.
As he watches you stare at the marks littering his collarbones, he wonders if that makes the fourth time a choice.
“Seriously, gege?” you scoff, unable to look away from the faint bruise on his chest peeking out from under the collar of his shirt.
Shame settles in his stomach, avoiding your piercing gaze as he pulls the fabric up. “Sorry, Pips,” he mumbles.
You roll your eyes at him, sipping at your cup as the sound of the movie fades into the background. “When were you gonna introduce us?”
Never, he thinks to himself. If it were his choice, these parts of his life would never cross– unfortunately, though, that’s not for him to decide.
“Bring her to dinner tonight.” The words sound eerily like a presentiment– a ringing in his ears warning him of future disaster.
He always swore he would say no to you when you asked, but all it takes is your soft hand on his knee for him to crumble.
“Okay, okay. You’ll love her.”
The air in the booth is agonizingly thick– it has been since he chose to sit down next to you. She’s glaring at you from across the table, his arm wrapped tight around your shoulder.
“You’re in school, right?” You ask, taking a sip of your drink before offering it to him to try. He doesn’t even bother to grab the glass, his lips brushing against your fingers as he sips from your straw.
Before she can even lean across the table, your thumb darts out, brushing off a drop of liquid from the corner of his mouth. “Thanks, honey,” he coos, her hands balling into fists at the nickname.
“Yeah. I’m in school,” she mumbles, fork picking at her food as the two of you share a plate.
You smile widely, either not noticing or just not caring about her standoffish behavior. “That’s so fun! What exactly are you studying?”
Metal clings as she drops her fork, a deep sigh leaving her lips. “Caleb, I don’t feel good,” she lies, watching your brows pinch in worry.
“Okay,” he shrugs, taking a bite out of the half-eaten sandwich you’d decided you didn’t like.
She tries again, unable to hide the bite in her words this time. “Caleb, I don’t feel good, and my stuff is still at your place. Can we please just go already?”
He looks over at you, seemingly waiting for your approval. You glance at her quickly before diverting your attention back to him. “Gege, don’t worry, I’ll be fine on my own. Just take care of your girlfriend, okay?”
Right as he’s about to stand up, your fingers dig into his shirt, dragging him down enough so you can place a chaste kiss on his cheek. He leans in close to you, whispering something she can’t hear before placing several bills onto the table.
“Caleb, what the fuck was that?” she shouts as soon as the restaurant fades in the rear-view mirror.
He sighs as if he has any right to be frustrated right now. “I don't know what you mean.”
Her fingers grip the steering wheel so tightly she can feel her bones start to ache. “You know exactly what I mean. That was fucking weird. You called her by the same fucking pet name! The two of you are weird– I mean, are you always that touchy with each other?”
“Don't be jealous; she's my baby sister. I’m all she has–”
It’s a low blow; she knows that much, but she can’t stop herself. “Except she’s not even really your sister, is she, Caleb? The two of you were just adopted by the same woman, so why the fuck are you using that as an excuse?”
It’s silent in the car as she pulls into the driveway, guilt settling in her stomach each second that passes without another shout.
“You’re right– no more excuses,” he mumbles, refusing to look at her.
As soon as she parks the car, she leans over, mouth feverishly pressing against his. She knows she fucked up when he doesn’t move or melt, shutting his eyes until she pulls away.
“Let me make it up to you, baby?”
Her lips mumble soft apologies the entire time they walk through his hallway, eventually stumbling into his bed. His eyes are squeezed shut, arms stiffly by his side, as her hands trail down his body.
“Who's fucking you?” she moans, hips slamming down as she rides him.
He swallows the name that's settled on his tongue. “Honey, please,” he moans loud enough to drown out the sound of her.
The second she hears the term of affection, she wishes he had just stayed quiet.
Pushing harder, her fingers pinch at his nipples as she purposefully clenches around his cock. “Caleb, I asked you a question. Who's fucking you? Whose pussy are you about to cum in?”
In that moment, something in her tone changes, her voice pitched just right to indulge his deepest fantasy.
She gasps as he spills inside her with a loud moan– more passion than she’s ever heard from him before. Paying no mind to the way his cum drips down her skin, she quickly scrambles off of him.
“Honey, wait–” Ignoring his stuttered excuses, she quickly gets dressed; the sound of the door slamming behind her echoes throughout the apartment.
It's late when your phone rings, Caleb's old shirt draped over your body as you quickly hit accept. You don’t expect to hear his girlfriend speaking to you, at least, not so soon.
She's shaken up; you can tell by the way her breath trembles over the speaker as she explains she’d copied your number from his contacts.
“What's wrong?” you sigh, fingers playing with the hem of the fabric.
“It’s Caleb; we were–” She stumbles over the words, voice frantic as she tries to plead with you. “We were having sex, and he moaned out your name. I know he's your–”
The word brother lingers between the two of you despite going unspoken. “I know he's taken care of you, but the way he acts around you isn't normal and I just. I thought someone should tell you.”
“Thanks for the warning, really, but I promise you I’m fine– Caleb’s not someone I have to worry about.”
“You don’t understand, I think he’s in–”
You scoff, and she can hear the sound of your mattress squeaking as you move. “Look, Caleb's last girlfriend… she has a really similar name to mine, and well, I didn't want to make you feel insecure, but you look so much like her. I think that’s the whole reason he kept us apart for so long– he didn’t want me to slip up. He'll never admit it, but he's still hung up on her, you know?”
She wants to argue that she knows what she heard and what she saw, but you’re quickly filling the silence.
“I appreciate and admire the way you tried to protect me, really, but I'd feel so guilty if I didn't tell you the truth,” you breathe out.
You’re so sincere; it's nearly impossible not to believe what you're saying.
“Oh my god, I'm– I'm so sorry, I can't believe I accused him of–” she chokes on her words.
The fact that you’re comforting her only worsens the guilt in her stomach. “I’m sure he’ll forgive you one day, but I think maybe it's for the best that you guys don't see each other for a while– that kind of thinking isn’t healthy, you know?”
She sobs even harder, only able to mutter a small agreement, mentally berating herself for ruining a good thing– for being jealous of her boyfriend’s sister.
You glance down at Caleb as you hang up, gently tossing the phone onto the nearby nightstand. “Seriously, another one? Why do you even bother trying when it always ends the same?”
He ruts up into you, tears falling from his eyes as you bounce on his cock. “Sorry, 'm sorry,” he whimpers, face flushed as he stares at the spot where your bodies meet.
“I know you're doing it on purpose now, gege. You like it when I touch you like this, comforting you when you show up teary-eyed at my door. So hard as you watch me clean your mess each time you fuck up like this.”
“Please, ” he begs, one of his hands sneaking underneath his shirt, squeezing at your tit.
You know exactly what he needs right now, leaning down to capture his mouth in a messy kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, licking at the roof of your mouth as he tries to taste as much of you as possible.
A whine fills the air as you pull away, your thumb wiping up the spit that drips down his face, quickly licking it off your skin.
You can tell he’s close, his stomach tense as your hand trails along it. “Who's fucking you?”
“You, meimei,” he groans. His body shivers, hips jerking up as he spills his thick cum inside you.
Ignoring his whimpering, you continue to slam your hips up and down on his sensitive cock, chasing your own high. His hand slips between your thighs, pinching and pulling at your swollen clit– that’s all it takes for you to stumble over the edge.
You gasp, head thrown back as you cum all over his length. A mixture of your fluids drips out of your hole and down your thighs as you pull away.
His arms wrap around you as soon as you crawl into bed next to him, lips pecking along the back of your neck and shoulders. “I’m sorry, honey, really.” his voice wavers as you refuse to turn towards him.
“I just… I don’t get it, Caleb– why can’t you just choose me?”
He almost wishes you’d be angry; instead, you just sound broken. “It won’t happen again,” you scoff at his words, but let him intertwine your fingers. “I’m serious this time– it’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to them.”
You’re quiet for a moment before you turn around and look him in the eyes. “You mean it?”
“I swear, meimei.”
You let out a hum, pressing a kiss to his chest as your eyes flutter.
You’re surprised to find breakfast ready when you walk into the kitchen the next morning. Placing yourself in his lap, you smile softly as your thumb presses harshly against the bruises you left on his neck– pride filling your chest as his hips shift subtly underneath you.
“Do you think she noticed? Last night?” he mumbles, hands slowly snaking up your body.
You shrug, lips parted as he places a forkful of food between your lips. “Even if she did, she'll never believe herself again, not when it comes to this– they never do.”
Nodding, he brings a glass of water up to your mouth, watching as it spills down your cheek as you swallow.
He’s almost disappointed that you wipe it away before he can. “Why does it matter what she thinks?” The words are meant to be casual, but he knows what you need to hear.
“It doesn’t– not to me. I meant what I said last night, Mei Mei. I’m done pretending– no more excuses.”
Big bro! Caleb who gives your pussy an inspection when you break curfew or don't check in with him for a while. He needs to make sure you didn't do something stupid like give your virginity to a loser at some party.
Big bro! Caleb who demands a surprise inspection because you've been spending too much time in your room, opening the door disheveled when he knocks, replying with too many typos when he texts.
Big bro! Caleb who knows immediately from how swollen and soaked you are, that someone's been fucking you.
Big bro! Caleb who doesn't understand why you're still lying. Telling him you're still a virgin when he knows your pussys been stretched and fucked recently.
Big bro! Caleb who can feel you clench around his fingers when you finally confess you bought yourself a toy. That you've been playing with it all those times you struggled to take his call.
Big bro! Caleb who wants to see exactly what you've been stuffing your hole with. It's cute, he thinks, if not a bit small. Not even realistic, just a silicon toy still sticky with your juices.
Big bro! Caleb who watches you play with yourself, just to tut in disapproval when you shove it in and move without rhythm. He takes it, teasing your slit, tapping your clit before sliding it in a few inches slowly.
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your hips are still trembling from your release, soft cries leaving your lips as you start to come down from your high.
suga’s panting heavily, eyes closed as he cums, and he’s already starting to pull out, letting his warmth leak out of you around his length and you’re whining, half-baked protests.
you’re babbling, half sense and half bliss, but he gets the general idea of it, easing his length back into you and stuffing you full.
your hips roll against his at that, trying to suck him back in. it’s no longer heated or sultry, simply your body seeking out his touch and hoping to keep his warmth inside you for a little longer.
he presses his palm flat against the bulge of his cock in your belly, letting you melt into the mattress contentedly.
you’re a mess, tears still drying against your cheeks, pretty lashes fluttering weakly as you try to meet his gaze. you whimper softly as he reaches up, fingers grazing your cheek. he cups your face gently, a fond smile gracing his lips as he admires the mess he’s made of you.
“shh, it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, “i’m not going anywhere.”
you seem satisfied by that, settling into the bed, and eyes slipping shut.
he stays there, keeping his warmth contained inside you and letting you dissolve into a puddle against the sheets, affection gurgling in his heart.
when he thinks you’re asleep he starts to pull out slowly, but you let out another whine, and wrap a leg around his waist feebly, caging him in.
he lets out a quiet laugh, letting you keep his softening length inside, stuffing you full so that you can feel his love inside and out <3
The sound of heavy footsteps echoing outside your bedroom door broke your attention away from your phone. You were sitting on your bed, and looked up to see the knob turn and the door open, the creak of the hinge signalling the arrival of your weary boyfriend.
Caleb’s eyes immediately found yours, heavy lids hinting at the exhaustion that accumulated throughout the day. His usually crisp uniform was now unbuttoned low and creased at the edges, letting his heaving chest peek through. His tie was pulled off completely and was now wrapped around his hand instead.
He looked completely unraveled.
Normally, this would concern you, as you would immediately invite him to slip into your embrace, asking him all about his day and the overwhelming responsibilities that probably consorted it. Indulging him in the comfort that only you would be able to provide, all without a second thought.
Not today though.
You were utterly upset by Caleb not giving you enough attention throughout the day, and being the bratty abomination Caleb practically created himself, you weren't planning on being nice.
You watched him toss his hat off somewhere on the floor carelessly and take a few steps towards you. “It's way past your bedtime, pips.” His voice was gruff, carrying a deeper edge and being breathier than usual, almost like even using it was costing him his composure.
You, meanwhile, ignored his presence and voice entirely, and turned your attention back onto the device in your hands. Even as you felt his looming presence hovering right above your figure, you simply acted indifferent.
You heard a low hum rumble from his chest before a hand snatched away your phone. Immediately, your gaze shot up to meet his face, seeing one of his eyebrows cocked up.
“Go to sleep.” The sentence carried an air of finality, but you were not going to relent.
“No.”
You saw his lips press together into a thin line, looking like he was conjuring all the patience in the world. And that's exactly what you’ve come to expect– Caleb resorting to his sweet indulgence, saying ‘please baby’ while peppering light kisses all over your face. His natural state of having bottomless lenience.
But what you didn't expect– was for him to reach out to the back of your neck, thread his fingers through your hair, and yank hard.
“C-caleb,” you whimpered out, already feeling tears prick the edge of your eyes and your underwear turning into wet mush.
Caleb leaned down to your level, head dipping into the crook of your neck as he angled you with his new leverage.
“You’re a pain in the fucking ass.”
He smushed his face against your skin, inhaling deeply, punctuating each movement with bites and sucks that felt anything but gentle. And by the time he retracted to meet your gaze once again, his eyes were fully blown out.
“Ive had a day too long, my work too hard, and way too many punchable faces,” Caleb spoke lowly as he raked his eyes through your entire frame, a tick in his jaw pulsing with each syllable.
“So what I need you to do, my sweet–” the nickname was dripping with condescension more than anything, and suddenly, he released his hold on you, standing up to his full height to tower over you once more, “--is to shut the fuck up and strip.”
You gulped aloud, throat bobbing as suddenly all defiance bubbled away with the weight of his gaze. And so you pulled off your t-shirt, exposing your soft mounds and already pebbled nipples. You watched Caleb's eyes immediately dart to the view, mouth ever so slightly parting. And to finish the job, you pulled off your shorts, now entirely bare and exposed to the volatile man in front of you.
You saw him mutter a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, tugging them off along with his boxers as his eager dick took no time or convincing to immediately spring up, massive with veins running down its length, and a flushed tip that was already drooling.
His hand, still having the tie wrapped around it, went back to gripping your hair and tugging your face closer, as the other grabbed the base of his own dick and smacked it across your cheek. The contact made your pussy clench around nothing, and a soft whimper escaped your lips.
“Go on.”
A part of you wanted to prove yourself, that you were still capable of being his good girl. So you immediately went to work, wrapping your lips around his tip and slowly feeding his entire length into your mouth.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” you looked up at him through your lashes, already struggling to accommodate him. “In fact– I’ll help ya.” And he pushed your head down all the way, your nose now grazing his pelvis.
You gagged, hard. But his grip suggested you weren't gonna be let go of anytime soon, so you pushed through, flaring up your nostrils to breathe through your nose and relaxing your throat. Tears were now freely running down your cheeks.
Caleb let his face break just a little, with how you were looking up at him with wet cheeks and lashes, mouth stuffed full of him.
“My pretty little slut,” he gritted, letting out soft grunts as he shallowly thrusted into your mouth.
Soon enough, you regained some sanity as you got more used to his size, now more eager with the way you bobbed your head, pulling back entirely sometimes to swirl your tongue and kiss his pink tip.
But right before you were about to take him in entirely once more, you felt his grip tighten in your hair and hold your head back, making you whine at the restraint. “Ca–”
Before you could react, he posted one knee onto the mattress, pushing you to lay flat, and he held your waist and hauled you back across the bed. Immediately maneuvering you to have your face shoved into the pillows and ass held up high.
Feeling like your world was turned upside down, you took a moment to get back to your senses while you felt your wrists being tied up together. Shifting your head to get a clear view behind you, you saw the ends of his tie dangling down your hips.
SMACK
You felt a sharp stinging on your ass, immediately soothed by his warm hands caressing the skin. Yet the blooming pain only led to the dripping of your cunt getting worse, wet trails forming as slick ran down your thighs. This didn't go unnoticed by Caleb either, as his fingers traced the wetness back up to your fluttering folds, meeting no resistance as he shallowly thrusted two digits in.
“Goddammit, Pips,” Caleb sucked in a breath through his teeth, “you like being treated this way, don't you? Nasty girl.”
And with that he shoved his fingers in all the way, not giving you any time to adjust to his huge digits and immediately setting a rough pace.
“Caleb! T-too muc–”
“Don’t fucking care.”
He seemed to go even faster, pumping his fingers in and out with loud squelches. Your hips instinctively bucking into his thrusts betrayed you, but to save some semblance of dignity, you whined and squealed, still partially muffled by the pillows yet making it abundantly clear that you were, in fact, complaining about this.
Suddenly, you felt his hand pull away from you entirely, but immediately replaced by his dick spearing through you and bottoming out in one brutal thrust. This effectively silenced all your whining, letting all your grievances dissolve into breathy whimpers.
“Much better. Noisy bitch, aren't ya.” Caleb grunted, and you felt his heavy hand settle over the base of your head to push you even further into the pillows.
And after a moment of you just pulsing around his dick, pussy struggling to take all of him, he began rolling his hips against you– not pulling out yet, just tugging your hips impossibly flush against his own, almost like he wanted to nestle himself in your cervix.
“Mhmm,” Caleb moaned, leaning over to bite and suck on your shoulder, “'Missed this tight little pussy.”
“Thought about you all day, baby.” He pulled out all the way, tip almost slipping out– “Yet I come back home to you acting like a little shit.” –and he slammed back in.
That's all it took for you to come.
“But that's my own fault, isn’t it? I spoil you too much.” Caleb merely continued, like you weren't moaning and sobbing on his cock, pussy throbbing like it was trying to milk him.
“Didn't wanna sleep, did you?” He hummed contemplatively, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I guess I'll just have to fuck you till you pass out then.”
Free Use!Clark who never says no to his girlfriend, no matter when or where she needs him. He’s always ready, always gentle, and always completely obsessed with how much she wants him.
Nympho!Reader who is utterly addicted to Clark Kent — his voice, his hands, his dick, the way he looks at her like she’s the only thing in the world. You can’t go more than a few hours without touching him, and he loves it.
700+ words of: (18+) ... free use kink, implied consent (cnc?), nympho reader, hcs, implied anal, cockwarming, face riding, exhibitionism, somnophilia, pwop, theyre freaky
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Free Use!Clark who wakes up every morning to you already grinding on his thigh or sucking him under the sheets. He just groans softly, puts his hands on your hips, and lets you use his body however you need while he’s still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmurs, “Good morning, sweetheart… take what you want.”
Nympho!Reader who gets wet the second Clark walks through the door after patrol. You’ll meet him in the hallway, drop to your knees, and pull his suit down just enough to get him in your mouth, moaning around him like you’ve been starving for hours.
Free Use!Clark who is more than happy to let you ride his face while he’s trying to read the newspaper. He’ll just set the paper aside, lie back on the couch, and hold your hips down so you can grind against his tongue until you’re shaking and soaking his chin.
Nympho!Reader who sends him filthy texts while he’s at work. Pictures of your fingers buried inside yourself with the caption “hurry home, I need you.” Clark has to excuse himself to the bathroom more than once because of how hard you make him.
Free Use!Clark who will fuck you bent over the kitchen counter while you’re trying to make dinner. You’ll be stirring sauce and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you slow and deep while he kisses your neck and whispers, “Don’t stop cooking, baby. I’ve got you.”
Nympho!Reader who loves waking him up in the middle of the night by sinking down on his dick. Clark just moans sleepily, hands finding your waist as you ride him in the dark, his voice low and wrecked: “Couldn’t wait till morning, huh?”
Free Use!Clark who lets you crawl into his lap during movie night and cockwarm him the entire film. He’ll wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder, occasionally thrusting up when he knows you’re getting impatient, murmuring praise in your ear the whole time.
Nympho!Reader who gets off on the fact that Clark is Superman. You beg him to keep the cape on sometimes while he fucks you, clinging to the red fabric as he fucks you against the wall, super strength keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you.
Free Use!Clark who has bent you over his desk in the barn, in the back of his truck, in the shower, on the stairs, and once — very carefully — in the sky. He indulges every single craving you have without hesitation.
Nympho!Reader who gets dripping wet when Clark does mundane things — chopping wood shirtless, fixing the fence, wearing those gray sweatpants. You’ll walk up behind him, press yourself against his back, and beg him to take you right there in the yard.
Free Use!Clark who never makes you feel embarrassed for how much you need him. If you crawl into his lap during dinner and start grinding on him, he just pushes his plate aside, lifts you onto the table, and eats you out until you’re crying his name.
Nympho!Reader who loves being passed out from exhaustion only to wake up to Clark gently fucking you again because you whispered his name in your sleep and started rubbing against him.
Free Use!Clark who will pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist, and fuck you slow and deep while walking through the house like it’s nothing. He’ll carry you from the living room to the bedroom without ever pulling out, kissing you the whole way.
Nympho!Reader who keeps a butt plug in sometimes just so Clark can pull it out and replace it with his dick whenever he wants — though he usually ends up indulging you instead because you’re so desperate for him.
Free Use!Clark who finds you in the laundry room folding clothes and immediately bends you over the vibrating washing machine. He slides into you from behind while the spin cycle rattles hard against your chest, the intense shaking pressing right against your sensitive nipples as he fucks you deep and steady.
Nympho!Reader who can’t even pretend to focus on the laundry once Clark starts thrusting — moaning loudly as the machine’s vibrations buzz against your tits while his thick length stretches you open, coming harder because of the relentless shaking on your nipples.
Free Use!Clark who looks at his obsessed, insatiable girlfriend with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you need him this badly.
Nympho!Reader who is completely ruined for anyone else — and Clark wouldn’t have it any other way.
what? are you gonna cum already? aw you can’t hold it, huh? did someone get a little too desperate and now all they can think about is being able to cum? aww aren’t you cute… hold it… i don’t care if you don’t think you can, hold. it.
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PervyBoyfriend!Caleb who knows you can't keep eye contact with him for more than 2 minutes so he'll purposely lean down and tilt his head to the side while you two talk about the things to get from the store, making you immediately look everywhere else and stammer because you never will get used to his antics. If you try to glance up at him he would smirk and act innocent, clearly not listening to a single word coming out of your pretty mouth, his eyes are moving across your entire face: from your sparkling eyes to your cute nose that sometimes scrunches up while you speak, your soft cheeks that makes him want to take a bite out of them and down to your pretty lips, which right now are moving and Caleb can't help it but wet his own slowly.
PervyBoyfriend!Caleb who just can't pretend to be listening anymore and leans closer to your face without rushing while your words die in your mouth as he slowly presses his lips against your softer ones, closing his already half-lidded eyes to completely savor and drown into your kiss. His hands reach up to grasp your arms, holding your firmly but not hurting you, just to keep you close to him in case you dare to get away, soft grunts can be heard from him as both of you forgot what was the conversation even about, it wasnt important anyway.
PervyBoyfriend!Caleb who'll wait for you to get into the shower just to sneak in the bathroom and take your dirty panties out of the laundry basket and hide in your shared bedroom to sniff them while rubbing his dick against your pillow and act completely normal when you get back from your shower, he's acting all sweet and cuddly to your surprise, not that he isnt usually but it was suspicious the way he was smiling, but when you try to ask him about it, suddenly to shut you up he kisses you and ask to cuddle because he's tired. While cuddling you wonder why your pillow felt a little..wet, you probably didn't dry your hair enough right? ..right?
PervyBoyfriend!Caleb who definitely can't live without having his hands on you. Caleb needs to hold you to feel grounded and to know you're safe, but sometimes his behavior gets a little overwhelming in public, he would hug you from behind while waiting for your milkteas and have one hand cupping your breast, gently kneading it despite being in a line of people in a cafe, the other hand its on your stomach, squishing it to his heart content while you try to squirm and whisper to him that people aren't blind and that it was inappropriate! but he just can't do that, one hand has to crawl inside your sweater for skin to skin contact!! and if that makes him a little hard? it's not his fault :( you're just too soft for him to stop, only when your orders are done he calms down a little but he will definitely remind you about his little "problem" by grabbing your free hand to rub your palm against his bulge over his jeans while sitting at your table.
"you're gonna take care of me right?"
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🫐: first time writing!! super nervous!! please be nice, english isnt my first language, i'm cringing so hard ( ´ - ` )
dad!valko who picks up your daughter by the neck of her fluffy onesie with his bare teeth, like how a wolf picks up it’s pup. he’d walk around the house with her like that, swinging around in the air and giggling as she gets a front row view of her dad’s laptop screen and this week’s Eoncore tech report…that is, until you freak out and force valko to put her in a carrier.
dad!valko who’s not super great at buying baby clothes for your baby girl. he keeps on coming back with sleepers that spell ‘PUPPY PRINCESS’ in big pink font, socks with grippy paw prints on it’s feet, sweatpants with a polyester tail…least to say, you’ve taken over buying the clothes for now. but you keep the little wolf onesie with wolf ears on it’s hood, because seeing your baby match your husband is too cute.
dad!valko who sleeps curled around you and your daughter, tail wrapping around the both of you, the same way he’d slept practically circled around you when you were pregnant. the baby disappears against him. you have to peel away from his muscular arms if you want to get up in the middle of the night. even if you’re being careful, his eyes would snap open and pepper you with questions of ‘where are you going?’ before following after you dutifully to sit outside the bathroom to wait for you (or hold your hand through the door). it comes from a place of love, promise.
dad!valko who is aghast when his toddler daughter refuses a home-made chocolate cake for her second birthday. instead, she points to the picture of a cream cheese frosted slice of carrot cake with wide pleading eyes, her tail swishing behind her in the exact same way her father’s did when he wanted something from you.
“aw, but sweetie, don’t you want a yummy milk chocolate gateu—“
“no!”
“ow, ow! okay, okay fine, carrot cake it is, now let go of daddy’s ears—“
dad!valko who likes to go on woodland hikes with you and your baby. you used to have to put one of those dog walking leashes on him so he doesn’t get too excited and break off to chase a deer or a squirrel. but now, you’ve got to put one on your daughter too (who recently started walking) so she doesn’t run after him. like father like daughter. sigh.
dad!valko who likes to tickle your daughter’s teeny nose with his fingers to hear her laugh, and tickle her toes with the fluff of his tail. she’s the cutest thing he’s ever set his eyes upon. the sweetest, though albeit a bit toothless smile he’s ever seen. every time she beams up at him, valko’s heart clenches. every time her little paws find his, he can’t help but to squeeze up next to you, give you those eyes, and ask…
“awwww, babe, do you think we should make our little pup another little brother or sister?”
valko isn't a dog, but he definitely sounds like one. you'll wake up in the mornings, his arm heavy around your waist. you always think he's asleep, but as soon as you try to leave the bed, he'll whine. a soft, high-pitched sound that escapes from his throat as he pulls you flush against him.
it doesn't end there. sometimes, the two of you will be enjoying a movie. you're on the couch, and he's sat on the floor, back between your legs. your hand will unconsciously drift towards his head until you're scratching behind his ears. valko does his best to keep his cool. he really does. but when your hands are so gently massaging the crook where his head meets his ears? oh, he's gone. valko will moan before you even register what you're doing, and all of a sudden, he'll have you on your back as his broad frame engulfs you from above and the movie becomes background noise.
valko will be extra careful about these kinds of things in public. but when you wander off at a company party, and he finds you by the bar with another man attempting to flirt by standing severely too close to you, he can't help it. valko approaches like a predator. he places his arm on your lower back, almost too low, and greets the man with a growl. the message is clear.
his possessiveness doesn't fool you though. at the end of the day, he'll come home saying he missed you. no, he needed you. and when he leans in to steal a kiss from your lips, you'll tug him back by his hair. his ears will twitch in desperation, and his tail will flail helplessly. valko whimpers when you make him ask for it. and you drink it up when your lips meet his.
જ⁀➴ ✉︎ author's note: this came to me in a vision.
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Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb
Tags & CWs: established poly relationship, nsfw headcanons on how they would watch each other fuck, so voyeurism and exhibitionism, snowapple action
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- He's sitting at the front, prime position, ready to have you both act out every filthy thought he's had that day. Take her rough from behind, yeah like that, now shove her face into the mattress.
- He's not shy about asking for what he wants. He's waited all these years to have the two of you and he's not gonna waste any more time.
- Usually he'll try to think of something different to get you to do each time, but one that he always returns to is instructing Zayne to make you squirt. The sight of lithe fingers dug deep inside your cunt, working you to orgasm after orgasm until you gush all over the sheets? Caleb's not lasting long.
- One of his more recent favourites has been telling Zayne to methodically tie you up in ropes. He likes watching both Zayne's concentration as he weaves the ropes around your wrists and ankles as well as the look of peace on your face as he does so.
- He also has a penchant for telling you to get on your knees to suck Zayne's cock into your mouth. He really does love to see the red blush dusted across Zayne's cheeks.
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𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮
- Zayne isn't the biggest fan of porn but if he was, you two would be his favourite.
- He likes feeling like you're putting on a show for him. How Caleb manoeuvres you to be in the best positions for Zayne to see and enjoy. He especially likes when Caleb puts you in reverse cowgirl on his lap, spreading your legs wide so he can watch his cock drive in and out of you.
- He won't always sit still, sometimes he'll get up and move to another spot. Perhaps Caleb is fucking you from behind and when he's had his fill of watching your ass jiggle with each pound of his hips, he'll move round to your front to see your face scrunched up in ecstasy.
- He won't say much but he'll mutter quiet words of praise as he strokes his cock. You both look perfect. I could watch you all night. You're taking his cock so well, my darling.
- Caleb's dirty talk has always been a weakness for you both. Zayne's cock always gets harder when he listens to him degrade you so beautifully.
- You grab your favourite toy and lie back on the bed ready to be entertained because there's quite frankly nothing hotter than watching your two boyfriends go at it.
- You come as many times as you want and their muttered comments to each other of how much of a dirty girl you are only makes you come faster.
- There's nothing quite like the sight of Caleb pushing Zayne's head down on his cock, forcing him to take him deep down his throat. F-fuck...pretty mouth feels so good wrapped around me. The whines spilling from Caleb's lips usually end up tipping you over the edge.
- Or maybe when Zayne's pounding Caleb into the mattress and he tugs on his hair to make him look at you while you've got a vibe on your clit or a dildo stuffed in your pussy. Look at her pleasuring herself while she watches us. Wait until she orgasms, then you may come.
- But your favourite is when you get to watch them rub their cocks up against one another. You love to edge yourself, only allowing yourself to come when they do, watching as their cum covers both their cocks to create a dripping, sticky mess.
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