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Can the sensitive whiners who get mad at every tiny “problematic” part of love and deepspace please find another game to play instead of insisting the game cater to them

“smile for the camera, baby!” ☆

as if you could.

caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.

you’re so fucked out that you can’t even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mind—he’s away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.

but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldn’t wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded he’d reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.

now, hours later, you’re laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonable—you’ve cum so many times that you can’t form a coherent thought and still you think you’d cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.

flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.

“you’re so messy,” he teases like his dick isn’t shining with the sweet mixture of your releases—like he’s not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.

“gonna make you cum again, pips,” he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “i want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?”

you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. “cant—“ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.

“don’t doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!”

pep talk of the century. you’d laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how he’s never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you don’t even process the way he’s driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.

so perfect, he calls you. and even though he’s fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he’s all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows… the man with his cock so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.

it’s too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.

click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediately—one hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.

once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.

“yeah,” your idiot of a man grins. “this one’s going on my wall.”

If I make a mistake in my writing no I didn’t

Proofreading is for pussies

Boyfriend Megumi who craves physical touch but acts like he hates it, accidentally consuming Aphrodisiac and going feral over the reader

OMG YES I love this but just a heads up it’ll be gay because that man likes boys

Plz elaborate on your opinions!

I hate him I hate him I hate him

Caleb’s chapter 2 for the spring event is so big brother energy.. wearing his jacket? Talking about being his cheerleader as kids? 1. Fuck already 2. I’m hard

CAN YOU PLEASE STOP EXPLODING

caleb x reader drabble

// a little bit of angst, pseudocest, pining

“Did you ever want to kiss me when we were little?”

Caleb freezes.

You feel it where his arm is slung over your waist, the way his fingers twitch, the subtle shift in his breathing. He doesn’t look at you right away- just stares at the ceiling like it holds all the answers, his lips parting slightly as if he’s considering lying.

He doesn’t.

“…Yeah.” His voice is quiet, almost embarrassed, like the confession is something delicate he never meant to say out loud. “A lot.”

You giggle, nudging his shoulder. “A lot?”

Caleb exhales sharply, running a hand down his face, but there’s no real frustration there- just something shy, something unbearably fond. “God, you were so annoying.”

You laugh harder at that, but he shakes his head, pressing on before you can interrupt.

“You’d chew on my pencils, and get marker all over your hands, and steal my snacks, and I still- ” He stops himself short, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. When he finally looks at you, there’s something unbearably soft in his gaze. “I still wanted to.”

Your breath catches.

It’s different, hearing it now, spoken into the quiet of a night where you’re no longer kids, where the weight of time has pressed new shapes into you both. But beneath it all- beneath the years, the scars, the way you almost lost each other- he’s still Caleb. Still the boy who pulled you out of trouble and held you close when you were scared and, apparently, wanted to kiss you long before either of you could understand what that even meant.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Caleb huffs a laugh, a little self-deprecating. “Dunno. Thought you’d punch me.”

You snort. “I probably would have.”

He grins, shaking his head. “Yeah. That’s why I waited.”

“Waited?”

Caleb lifts a hand, thumb brushing lightly- tentatively- against your cheek. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath when he speaks, low and certain.

“For you to be ready.”

honestly this entire banner is so like. queer club/fetish rave type shit. like forget the roman gladiator theme they were going for, let me see these guys after a night out at a bar or smth at take 2 or 3 of em in a room with me??

like zayne, caleb, & sylus are sooooo group sex material. esp w that dominatrix thing mc has going on 😮‍💨 need to have all of them vying for my attention and making em fight for it. showing one of them special attention just to hear the other two WHINE and beg, just itching for it but no, they gotta stay leashed up and still 😌

god this is actually making me go crazy i need to lie down

— @chaamenos

I need all of them at the same time 😮‍💨 begging for me, fighting each other for the chance to corrupt me