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titta ˊˎ- ⸻ ♯ 2three italian she intj aries chandler's daughter cabin five sakamoto's store best employee !

lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'intrate → nsfw works ahed, therefore MDNI !! 𝓂ultifandom 𝒷log, too greedy for that centric mindset

☀︎ wear sunglasses before looking at the tropical sun

☀︎ follow the comet it'll guide you to paradise

no stawp, 'cause i actually miss being active :((( but yk, I'm currently fighting inner demons rn — everywhere I look my bachelors thesis is LOOKING RIGHT BACK AT ME, I CAN'T ESCAPE —

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ not now kitten, daddy is turning 23 ! !

"this what you did all day, hm?"

you whine - eyes rolling into the deepest part of your skull, as two of his slender fingers trace the precise arch etched into your spine. he buries his hands into the plush of your hips, dragging your body implausibly closer to his crazed, animalistic thrusts.

"workin'? bein' all self-reliant and shit? — oh, fuuuck" his hips brutally stuttered against the bare, jiggly flesh of your ass as the doughy, gummy texture of your walls, quivered all around him. "assembling shit that I should've built for you?" he snarls, sending his open palm straight into the smooth, pristine surface of the newly assembled vanity.

one of his massive hands sails over your unclothed body. his fingers roam freely over your flesh - trailing candid, intricate patterns all over you.

you gasp, slowly grinding your ass back into his pelvis, the moment he frames your throat in his hand. "mhm, my independent girl," he murmurs, fixating his crimson orbs over the frantic, almost desperate motions of your ass. "bein' fucked so good aaall over her hard fuckin' work" suddenly, he snaps. closing his fingers, in a barbaric hold, around your neck, he forces your torso away from the vanity - guiding your back straight into his chest. "but, it doesn't work like that now, does it?"

you're forced to look into the small, circular mirror. your bottom lip trapped beneath the weight of your teeth, as his scarred hand slowly dips in between your parted thighs.

"you call me," his middle and ring finger feebly move onto your swollen nub - drawing faint, almost torpid circles all over your clit. "from now on, you fuckin' call me" he drawls, emphasising every word with a wicked, cruel drag of his hips. "you rely on me — fuuck, 'cause I got you, baby — shit, allow me to be your goddam man, yeah?"

heat coils like venomous flames in your stomach. you eyes slam shut, as the real meaning concealed behind his words merge into the massive weight of his thrusts.

anywhere, anytime - he couldn't care less.

much like this fleeting moment.

"don't stop me" he implores - his voice just above a whisper.

it's slow, deliberate - almost torturous - the way he sinks to his knees, in front of you. the raw, crimson fire behind his eyes burned every inch of your flesh, his gaze holding you hostage in his personal descent to the pits of hell.

a barmy, nearly deranged 'thud' whips though the stagnant, closet room air. his body stills. his muscles scream, shout, beg for mercy. trembling and painfully stretching under the immense force of his resolution. sylus looks up at you - his massive frame pitifully hunched backwards, allowing you to see every quivering inch of his regret.

his arms dangle lifelessly, by his sides - as though hollowed out, devoid of every purpose. his big, slender fingers twitch; spasming in a yearning, debauched dance.

"touch me," he soughs - brushing the ghost of his lips against the soft, silky skin of your forefinger. "please, grant me the weight of your presence"

"sylus . ." you sigh - feeling every millimetre of restraint and anger rapidly drift away from the depth of your system.

reluctantly, you rest a hand over his face, sluggishly caressing the sharp, rough edges of his jaw. sylus moans into your touch - eyes shamelessly rolling in the back of his skull as the faintest of frictions settles, like the prettiest of snowflakes, over his searing flesh.

"fuck, harder" a guttural, bestial growl rumbles in his throat, the second his face buries into the iciness of your naked palm. you gasp, biting your desires into the plush of your bottom lip, as soon as his evol slithers around your body. vivid, almost incandescent spikes of red creep, like untameable vines, across your arm. guiding, no pushing your hand closer, deeper over his face. "let me feel you"

your finger close around the prominent, defined arch of his jaw. cupping his face into 'your' hold, you lead his face closer to your body, letting the moonlit arch of his nose scrape against the lacy texture of your dress.

"huh, that's it — fuuuck, let me properly apologise to you, kitten" a filthy, crazed smiles wildly tugs at his lips. "put it all on me, yeah? let me be the bearer of you anger — fuckin' use me"

without wasting another precious second, sylus clasps one of his enormous hand over your thigh. coddling, squeezing your flesh in between the famished hold of his fingers. without ever breaking the erotic encounter between your eyes, he lowers his head. grazing his teeth over your thigh, white, feathery strands of hair tickle your sensitive flesh.

he bites his mark, deep into your system.

you gasp, abandoning your head to rest against the firm wooden frame of the door - entwining your fingers around the faint, almost useless strap of your dress.

biting back a pathetic, pitchy whine, he lifts your leg upwards, hiking your trembling limb over his broad, muscular shoulder. in a heartbeat, he dives his face in between your thighs, grinding the bridge of his nose over your swollen nub.

"'m sorry," he mumbles.

in a wretched, despair filled motion, he uncovers the hidden, heavenly form of your pussy. his lips close around your clit, harshly sucking the little, hardening nub into the darkness of his mouth.

his tongue laps, grinds, dances across your drenched folds - gathering every bit of your nectarine juices.

"fuck, baby — 'm sorry —" 'sluuurp!' "so fucking sorry — please, god . . you're shaking — fuckfuckfuck!"

there's something so unbelievably filthy in the darkness of mystery - intoxicating, even. not being able to perceive, see what lays beneath the faint veil of the unknown is a deranged form of torture you never thought you'd enjoy.

but, 'seeing' the cloaked shadows of pleasure adorn the thick, ribbed texture of the balaclava makes every truth you held about yourself feel incredibly frail.

a thin sheen layer of sweat clings to his skin, making his military gear cleave to his searing flesh. hefty, gloved hands clench around the back of your thighs - firmly keeping you in place as his hips ram at a desperate pace against yours. deep, guttural moans cascade like sins out of his mouth, muffled and utterly silenced by the textured cage of his mask. in a sloppy, ungraceful motion, his lips part - making you whine and tremble as the dim, shadowy outline of his open mouth moulds across his disguise.

"me," you mewl, suctioning your bottom lip in between the torturous grasp of your teeth. intaking a sharp, almost painful breath your roll your hips against pelvis, smiling like a crazed freak, as the velvety pads of your thumb circled and sweetly traced the plump, undefined silhouette of his agape mouth. "eyes on me, gege — fuck! — look down at me, please"

caleb's violet tinted orbs rolled, like melted butter, in the back of his skull at the vulgar undertones of your request. "shiit, baby" his fingers marched over the quivering path of your spine, tangling like fierce intruders into the silky depth of your hair. "you want me to look at ya? fuck, pips. you got me — mh, nngh! mind body and fucking soul"

you nod along with his words, your eyes fluttering shut at the syrupy, candied depth of his confession.

"oh, that's it, baby" he coos, drilling his cock impossibly deeper inside your puffy cunt. "melt for me, c'mon. I've got ya"

"caleb . ." you whine, crashing your lips against the heavyweight texture of his balaclava. urgently searching for his mouth - you moaned into the 'kiss' as his lips vehemently ground against yours.

"oh, fuck" his tongue darts out of his mouth, colliding with the faint, undefined outline of yours in a damp, wicked dance. "that's so fucking hot — holy shit!" his hips falter. his thrusts abruptly stuttering, as the pain blends right with the pleasure, the second you sink your teeth into the feeble silhouette of his bottom lip. "fuckfuck! — what's gotten into you? — shit, oh shit, pips — 'm begging you, let me kiss you — please! fuck, pleasepleaseplease"

a pleased grin spreads across the rosy, engorged flesh of your lips.

slipping two fingers past the hem of his mask, you hook the material in between your digits, swiftly dragging it away from his mouth. the balaclava follows the smooth path designed by your fingers, moving further and further down his face.

the mask now lays, like the richest of silks, over his eyes - exposing the glossy, quivering shape of his lips to your famished gaze.

you tease him - feeling the ghost of your approaching release draw soft, tender circle over your swollen clit - grazing your lips over his, making him whine and helplessly buck his hips into you.

"please, need to feel you before I walk back on stage — fucking please!"

the head of the lolly ground in slow, enchanting circles over your swollen nub. the gluey, sticky texture of the sucker, almost bringing you to tears as it weakly clung to your folds - pinching and pulling onto your sensitive flesh.

his tongue avidly circled the sugary coated candy, as one of his big hands clasped its way around the plush of your thigh. his long, knowing digits inched closer to your pelvis - his thumb on your labia, guiding your lips apart; impatiently spreading your pussy open.

in a sloppy, torturing motion he closed his glossy lips around the round lolly - whining like a love sick puppy, as he sucked both the candied treat and your clit into the darkness of his mouth.

his tongue moved like pure filth over your aching sex, forcing your back to ungracefully arch above the bedsheets. pearly, thick saliva messily rolled down his chin, as utter hunger and impatience almost drowned his senses. “baby,” he cried out - his brows furrowing in desperation. both of his hands locked around your thighs - dragging, urging your pussy closer to his face . . . or so you thought.

with nothing but your pleasure on his mind, he forced your hips into the air. his mouth still glued to your puffy cunt, as he lead your back to rest onto his muscular thighs. you gasped - moaning like the nastiest of pornstar as your calves circled the back of his neck, clinging onto his body for dear life.

“mh, c’mere,” he mumbled - swollen lips still buried in you. he cupped your lips into his mouth, letting the lolly drift away from your drenched folds. “be a sweet lil’ thing f’me, baby —mmhp!” his thick fingers closed around the tiny, little white string of sucker - slowly bringing it, one last time, to his lips, before tapping it over your pretty lips. “suck on it f’me. mh, keep in there — uh-uh, jus’ a little i promise”

you nodded. swirling your tongue around the head of the consumed sugar coated lolly, sloppily welcoming it into your mouth. “yeah? yeah? oh please, you’re so fuckin’ sweet to me — fuck, so perfect —“ he praised, diving back in into your syrupy cunt.

THE NEW CALEB MYTHS?

SAVE ME LONG HAIRED, HIPS ROCKING CALEB!!! SAVE MEEE!!!