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tobias/mc

archiveofourown.org/works/62167369
Title: QB1-O (Cubewano) 19521 Authors: seiyachu, treikhore (kirotaan) Summary: He's pretty good at blending in, Tobias figures. Nobody's ever called him a bad actor, after all. "You're a bad actor," the Hunter says with a frown. "Fuck Tobias," they said. "Challenge accepted," I said. Notes: Co-authored with @seiyachu!
January 12, 2025 at 7:27 AM
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caleb/mc

post 3 of 3
(bonus in pic 4!)
You take pity. “Mm,” you tell him warningly as you lift your joined hands, “mm-*hm*.” With that, you extract your hand from his, giving him rein to bury his fingers in your hair. Gingerly he tugs, and you close your eyes at the feeling. “Nnh,” you say, and return to your task, trying to fit him down your throat. Caleb’s cock pulls the filthiest, wettest, most wanton noises from you, courtesy of the vacuum created by each withdrawal from your throat. You move faster, pushing past even your coughing and convulsions. You’re determined to see this through to the end—*Caleb,* you think, resolute, *will have no idea what hit him.* *Breathe out through your mouth,* you remind yourself as you go down again. In through the nose, out through the mouth; swallow around him and revel in the way his thighs tense on either side, the way he croaks your name. Hum a little when he’s deepest—to numb, to distract, to tease—and enjoy the pull on your hair as his grip tightens. A quick glance up reveals an exquisite picture: that of Caleb once more on the brink of orgasm, face scrunched up in his effort to stave it off. It’s pleasing enough that you relent, deciding to reward him for his patience. Taking his other hand, you bring it up to your head as well, and nod when he peers down the length of his torso at you. *Do it,* you think at him, and make sure to slurp extra loudly around his dick. Caleb breathes out shakily before taking hold of your head, a hand at either side. Carefully, he begins to move his hips, gradually increasing in speed, in intensity; until finally he’s fucking into the tightness of your throat; until he’s gasping and swearing and tensing, curling up around you; until he holds you close and still, as his cock throbs and pulses deep, deep inside you. “Fuck,” he whispers as his arms fall back limply to the mattress. His thighs twitch one last time. You begin to extract yourself. As his spent dick passes your lips, it brings thick strings of liquid, of saliva and mucus and the dregs of his release. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “That’s,” you begin, and pause because the sound that you make is unrecognizable as human language. You clear your throat and try again, with marginally more success: “That’s what you get,” you croak, “for that stunt you pulled with the video call.” Caleb clears *his* throat, and looks away. You grab his arm and drag it between your legs, where you have been leaking desire ever since you read his text messages. “Now fuck me,” you pant, already rocking, sliding slick folds of skin across his knuckles. “It’s the absolute least you could do.” not-me: now i gotta now how hes gonne fck her me: hm let's see.... - fingers obviously - lick em off, then mouth - missionary into mating press - honestly while creampie is always nice i think finishing all over her face this time is better ;) -- pull out to get the aesthetic spray, then stick him back inside while he's still leaking cum
December 18, 2024 at 9:06 PM
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caleb/mc

post 2 of 3
From his now-open doorway you watch his eyes fly open and dart across to you. The scene repeats itself on the phone screen he’s set up on his desk, and on your own phone as well. “Welcome,” he says, and it’s the last thing you hear from your phone before you impatiently cut the call, fling it aside into a pile of his clothes, and stomp over to his bed. “Shut up,” you tell him as you tear your top off furiously. “Shut the fuck up.” Wisely, Caleb stays silent, eyes dark and glittering with anticipation. He licks his lips, smile stretching wide across his face. Briefly, you consider slapping it off, but you have more important matters at hand. Stepping out of your underwear, you kick it aside before climbing up between his legs. He opens his mouth to say something. You glare in warning. “Shut,” you snap, pushing his knees apart and flat to the bed; “the fuck,” you say as you grab his dick; “up,” and proceed to shove him down your throat. Caleb, predictably, does not shut the fuck up. “Haagh,” he says, and when you glance up you see he’s thrown his head back into his pillows. You’ll forgive him the transgression this once, you decide, as you take a breath and sink down as far as you can. *Just this once.* The smooth tip of his cockhead rubs along the softness at the very back of the roof of your mouth. You close your eyes against the tears that threaten to build, as you push it further and further in. Caleb’s cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, pulling back to cough wetly. Undaunted, you’re back at it before he can do anything more than half-raise a hand in concern. In lapping up the saliva that drips down his shaft, you nose around the base of his cock, burying your face in the hair there and breathing in the warm musk before tilting your face up to meet Caleb’s fevered gaze. His manhood lies heavy on your face, covering an eye; you feel it throb against your cheekbone as he swears under his breath. Slowly, with the tip of your tongue, you trace a line up his length. At the apex you pause—mouth open, breathing out hotly over him—and watch him try to keep still. His hips twitch up abortively once, twice, before he grits his teeth and curls his fists against his thighs. Satisfied with his effort, you dive down again. Bobbing up and down on his cock, you keep your tongue flat against the underside and your fist holding him in place for you. The velvet of his skin in your mouth grows slippery as you work, which only helps you jerk him off in longer motions. The exaggerated pop of you pulling your head back, off his dick, is accompanied by a choked noise from Caleb. You look up at him, considering his fate. In the end you give in with a shrug. You’ve always been soft when it comes to him, and this is no exception. Begrudgingly, you reach up and grab his hand with your dry one, lacing your fingers together and letting him squeeze his tension into the connection. The hand already covered in your spit remains wrapped around his length, continuing to stimulate the parts your mouth cannot reach. It’s time to try again. With another great inhale, you once again lower yourself onto him; exhaling through your mouth, tilting up your chin, humming as he comes into contact with your throat again—trying all the tricks you can remember to swallow him further down. Your reward is a long, drawn-out whine as Caleb trembles under your touch. In your hold, his fingers curl in, pressing into the bones on the back of your hand. “Please,” he grits out. The arrogance is gone from his voice, leaving only desperation to color his words.,
December 18, 2024 at 9:06 PM
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caleb/mc

post 1 of 3
“Answer the video call,” his message reads. “Watch me masturbate.” Underneath the gray icon of a missed video-call, the text stands out, stark black against the white bubble. You haven’t zoomed in, but it’s all you can see; the words fill your eyes and rattle around in your mind until you can think of nothing else. Your phone begins to vibrate. It’s a video call. Above the accept button, your thumb trembles. *There’s no going back after this,* you think. *No more plausible deniability.* The blood rushes past your eardrums as you watch your phone continue to ring. You accept the call. The first thing you think as it connects is, *Is this really happening?* The second thing you think is, *Holy shit.* There is no third thing to think, because every remaining thought has flown right out of your head at the sight of Caleb’s military-definition abs, his bare thighs, and—taking center stage—his fist around the base of his very, *very* hard cock. You stare, breathless, as he pumps himself leisurely, squeezing himself tighter as he nears his tip, eking out precum that drips to his stomach in a small thread. A thumb swipes across at the end of his movement, and with his phone held so close to his face, you can *hear* the hitch in his breath, just before it dissolves into a breathy laugh. “Like what you see?” he asks, amusement evident in his voice despite the panting. “*This* is what you were interrupting, earlier. Mmn…” His groan, nearly too low to be picked up by the phone, nevertheless spears directly into the bottom of your stomach, where it joins the arousal that has been curling there ever since you read Caleb’s text. His fist moves up and down again, to his pleased sigh. “Haah,” he says, “yeah, that’s it.” He lets go, letting his dick slap wetly against his stomach. A finger taps at the slit that now points directly at the camera; he pulls it away covered in precum. The silver string stretches and snaps as he brings the finger off-camera. There is a sucking sound before his hand comes back on screen, finger a little wet. “Hold on,” he says, and the shot jostles, bounces, and shakes its way to some type of fixed stand. Caleb comes back into frame, entirely naked, his cock jutting out shamelessly. He winks at the camera before climbing back into bed. Like this, you can see all of him. From the insides of his spread thighs, to his broad shoulders, to the tousled hair and cocky smirk on his face even as he flushes with arousal and closes his eyes in pleasure— *That’s it,* you think. *Enough.* There’s only so much you can take. Without once taking your eyes off the screen, you swing your shaky legs over the edge of your bed. Caleb’s hand works steadily, jerking himself with more speed and pressure than before. You catch him sucking up his bottom lip and biting down; it’s a small movement, but seeing him smile through the bitten lip makes your fingers curl involuntarily, gripping your phone tight enough to hurt. As he continues, his free hand roams: down below his working hand to cup at his balls, rolling and tugging at them; fingertips rippling back up his abs before smoothing across his chest, finding a nipple, and tweaking at it. This time, his moan is audible even from where his phone sits; as you watch, unblinking, he lifts his hips off the mattress, fucking up into his fist. His eyes close and his brows furrow as he nears the precipice of orgasm—until the slam of his door interrupts him, echoed thrice over.
December 18, 2024 at 9:06 PM
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caleb/mc

original premise based on this post from xhs (translation attached):
www.xiaohongshu.com/discovery/it...

post 0 of 3
rating: E WC: 1823 tags: relationships: caleb/mc (caleb/reader) characters: caleb; mc (reader) etc: - afab mc - video call - exhibitionism? - blow jobs -- deepthroating -- throatfucking -- sloppy toppy, if you will - pwp -- no seriously there is no plot, don't look for any 🌸 Ge, what are you doing? 🌸 Why didn’t you answer when I knocked? 🍎 I was busy. 🌸 What were you so busy with, that you can’t tell me? 🌸 You got a girlfriend or something? 🍎 I was really busy with something, okay? 🍎 Be good. 🌸 Was I right? 🌸 Caleb, you’re such a jerk! 🌸 Fine, I'm ignoring you then. 🍎 … 🍎 Alright. 🍎 I'm masturbating. [Missed video call] 🍎 Answer the video call. 🍎 Watch me masturbate then. 🍎 Are you satisfied? 🌸 Ge, open the door… 🥺
December 18, 2024 at 9:06 PM
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“Shut up,” you tell him as you tear your top off furiously. “Shut the fuck up.” Wisely, Caleb stays silent, eyes dark and glittering with anticipation. He licks his lips, smile stretching wide across his face. Briefly, you consider slapping it off, but you have more important matters at hand. Stepping out of your underwear, you kick it aside before climbing up between his legs. He opens his mouth to say something. You glare in warning. “Shut,” you snap, pushing his knees apart and flat to the bed; “the fuck,” you say as you grab his dick; “up,” and proceed to shove him down your throat.
December 18, 2024 at 6:49 AM
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caleb/mc/xavier omegaverse

archiveofourown.org/works/607430...
chapter 4 of 3 (epilogue)
Title: Aestivatorial Author: treikhore (kirotaan) Chapter 4: Epilogue Summary: The doorbell rings. Notes: Chapter-specific tags: flowers, epilogue
December 1, 2024 at 4:46 AM
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caleb/mc/xavier omegaverse

archiveofourown.org/works/607430...
chapter 3 of 3
Title: Aestivatorial Author: treikhore (kirotaan) Chapter 3: Chapter Three Summary: “Oh, you’re awake. Good morning,” Caleb says casually. Notes: Chapter-specific tags: Caleb/MC/Xavier, making out, explanations, getting together, pre-poly, cunnilingus, nipple play, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration in 2 holes, dirty talk
November 28, 2024 at 5:08 AM
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🙋はい、場所によって呼び方が違います！私の（アメリカの）中学には「pacer」て言いました。どう呼んでも絶対大嫌いですw🏃💦
November 26, 2024 at 7:10 AM
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caleb/mc/xavier omegaverse

archiveofourown.org/works/607430...
chapter 2 of 3
Title: Aestivatorial Author: treikhore (kirotaan) Chapter 2: Chapter Two Summary: Figuring out the detail and nuance of pheromones is a task much better suited to betas like you, or maybe some exceptionally-sensitive omegas. Notes: Chapter-specific tags: xavier/mc, caleb/xavier, mating cycles/in heat, threesome (FMM), non-traditional A/B/O dynamics (alpha/alpha, alpha/beta, alpha/beta/alpha), attempted knot fucking, protective caleb, kissing as a means of asserting dominance, sex toys, masturbation, instructional sex, hand jobs, orgasm delay, nipple play, dirty talk, praise, knotting, blowjobs
November 25, 2024 at 7:55 AM
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caleb/mc/xavier omegaverse
(includes caleb/mc, xavier/mc, caleb/xavier, and also all 3 together)

archiveofourown.org/works/607430...
chapter 1 of 3
Title: Aestivatorial Author: treikhore (kirotaan) Summary: Alpha, thinks Caleb with certainty. There’s no proof, there almost never is ⁠— but his gut has yet to fail him in these matters. Your upstairs neighbor pays a visit. Notes: - AFAB MC (reader) - Alpha Caleb, beta MC, alpha Xavier - Endgame is Caleb/MC/Xavier (including Caleb/MC, Xavier/MC, Caleb/Xavier, and Caleb/MC/Xavier) Chapter 1: Chapter One Summary: “Think you can get away?” Caleb growls, showing canine in his grin. “Think again.” Notes: Chapter-specific tags: established Caleb/MC, non-traditional A/B/O dynamics (alpha/beta), tickle fights, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, pheromones, size difference, food as metaphor, implied background Xavier/MC
November 22, 2024 at 5:20 AM
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caleb/mc (x7)

7 chapters at once, because they were all already posted here first lol:
archiveofourown.org/works/60182890
#autumnwithxyz
October 31, 2024 at 10:36 PM
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day 7: free (use)
+nsfw
(4 of 4)
(scene break) “Close the door, you're letting the cold air in…! Ah, hurry up!” “Sorry, sorry,” Caleb laughs. “Just came in to brush my teeth.” “Liar. I can see your boner.” She flicks water at him. “Well…there is that. But look, I brought my toothbrush, too!” She rolls her eyes at him, but the corner of her mouth twitches upward. Caleb rushes through the process of brushing his teeth. He’s already shirtless, but as he spits the toothpaste out and sets the brush aside, he pulls off his pajama pants, too, letting his dick bounce free. He walks over to the bathtub and sits on the edge, looking sidelong at her. “Hey,” he begins. “Mind if I borrow you for a bit?” She screws her face up at him. “Just get in, it'll be less messy.” With that, she stands up. Caleb takes a moment to appreciate the sight of water streaming off her naked body, then steps in with her. Pushing his dick into her thigh, he snags her chin and pulls her in for a deep kiss, trailing down her neck and shoulder and licking the water off her skin. Pushing him off and down, she scowls. “It’s cold! Hurry up and sit down, already.” Obediently, Caleb sits. Carefully, she lowers herself; he holds his dick in place for her to fit around. Once settled, she sighs and leans back into his chest, pulling his arm up and dropping across her waist. He cups her tit in one hand, massaging gently at it, while she scoops up bathwater and lets it run down her front. “Comfy?” he asks, hooking his chin over her shoulder. “Mm,” she hums in affirmation, closing her eyes and relaxing. After a moment’s silence, she opens her mouth but not her eyes. “Oh, Tara called earlier. We'll be going out next weekend. Do you need anything from Whitesand Bay?” “Don’t think so,” he says, beginning to roll her nipple between his fingers. “Lemme know if you need me to pick you up, I’ll be home.” Arching her back into his touch, she begins to play with her other tit. Slowly she rocks in Caleb's lap, twisting her hips and making soft little noises every now and then. “…Thanks,” she says after a while, having evidently picked up the thread of the conversation again, “I’ll call you if I need you.” Caleb nods into her neck, then gives in to temptation and latches on, sucking hard to make a hickey right where her neck and shoulder meet. She gasps, loud and delighted, and the sound echoes off the tiled walls. Caleb hums and kisses along her shoulder before adjusting himself so that when he pulls her hips in, his tip presses against her sweet spot. Ruthlessly, he keeps himself in place, grinding through her writhing, until she’s once again limp in his arms. “I’ll make it easy for you,” he tells her as he lifts her off his cock and reaches down to jerk himself off. As his semen stripes up her back, he says, “You just have to rinse yourself off; no need to go digging and scraping inside. You’re welcome,” he adds with a grin. “…Thanks,” she grumbles, sounding not at all thankful. “Wash it off for me,” she demands, and Caleb laughs as he reaches for the showerhead.
October 27, 2024 at 5:53 AM
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day 7: free (use)
+nsfw
(3 of 4)
Unseen by her, he shrugs. “Just that getting home was a nightmare. Stressful, you know? And this is doing wonders for that stress.” Gathering saliva in his mouth, he spits on her pussy. The visual makes his dick jump in his own hand. “God, that’s so horny.” The hand not jerking himself off reaches out to spread her lips open, and Caleb swallows hungrily as he watches his spit slide down and into her hole. He sucks up one of her labia into his mouth and gives it a gentle tug. Tracing his tongue along and around her entrance, he does the same on the other side of her pussy. With her nicely laid open for him, Caleb shoves his tongue into her twitching hole. Her upper body collapses flat against the bed as he slurps messily, licking sloppily all over her entire pussy, covering the whole area from her clit to her entrance to even her asshole. “Mngh, Caleb, I’m—” “Mm? Mm, mm-hm, hnn…nhaah! Hah… Yeah, that was good, wasn’t it?” Caleb himself teeters on the brink; he had to take his hand off his dick entirely as she came all over his face. He grabs her hips again and gets onto his knees, slotting his dripping cockhead against her still-twitching slit. “W-wait, already? I just—ah! Ahh, ah, oh my God, ohh…” Caleb only manages to make it two full thrusts before he’s clutching her close and spilling himself inside. “Whew,” he says, once he’s caught his breath again, “Alright, I’ll go get dinner started.” He pulls out, wiping himself off against her thigh, and gives her ass one last swat before he retrieves his pants and pulls them back on. “Ah, dammit, I lost my place!” He chuckles as she shouts out just as he closes her door behind him. (scene break)
October 27, 2024 at 5:51 AM
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day 7: free (use)
+nsfw
(2 of 4)
(scene break) “I’m home,” Caleb announces, closing the front door behind him. Faintly, he hears a “Welcome back” from further inside. “I brought stuff to make dinner,” he calls, wandering into the kitchen with the bag of groceries. “Came across a farmer’s market on the way back, so I picked some things up.” After washing his hands, he starts to wander around in search of his sister. “Man, but traffic was a killer. That’s why I’m later than usual, sorry about that.” She’s in her room, lying in bed on her stomach, idly scrolling on her phone. From the doorway, Caleb eyes the curve of her ass and palms himself through his pants. He’s already been half-hard since arriving home—call it Pavlovian—but seeing the soft swell of flesh on top of her blankets really does something to him. He swallows, and walks over. He sits on the edge of her bed, watching her continue scrolling on her phone. He reaches out and smooths his hands over one of her asscheeks, rubbing large circles, squeezing lightly. She yelps as he swats at it sharply. “Ow! Why!” “Dunno,” Caleb shrugs. “Couldn’t help myself. Cute aggression, maybe?” With a huff, she turns back to her phone. Caleb watches her scroll for a bit. And then he reaches out, hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties, and drags the lace down. She makes a strangled noise of surprise as he spreads her cheeks and buries his face in between her legs from behind. “Ca—Ahh?! Ah…mmn…” Caleb surfaces to take a deep breath, then dives in again, burying his nose in the cleft and sticking his tongue out to lick up the length of her slit. “Mm,” he groans into her pussy, taking a hand off her ass in order to reach down and unzip his pants. The next time he comes up for air, he pulls up at her hips, lifting them off the bed and settling her on her knees, legs apart. He’s already panting into her cunt again as he shuffles his pants off and re-settles himself to better eat her out. “Haah, you’re so sweet,” he mumbles into rapidly-slickening folds of skin as he begins to pump himself to full hardness. “Just what I need.” “Nngh…what do you mean? Hah, haah, nnh! Ah, ahh—”
October 27, 2024 at 5:50 AM
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caleb/mc

#AutumnWithXYZ
Day 7: Free
+personal challenge: make everything nsfw!
+updated nsfw theme: "free use" ;)

(nsfw text)
(post 1 of 4 due to alt text limitations on twt)
“Wake up. You’re going to be late if you don’t get up! Caleb…” Caleb groans and sits up blearily. Rubbing at his eyes with one hand, he reaches out with the other and snags his sister’s waist, pulling her in. “What—” “You know what.” “We don’t have time for that! You’re going to be late!” Even as she speaks, though, she’s stepping out of her panties. Caleb waves her concern away and tightens his hold on her waist. “‘S fiiine. C’mon, come over here. I got morning wood that needs a sweet pussy to stick into.” “Ugh! Don’t blame me if you get in trouble!” With that, she drops the conversation and straddles his lap. “Mm-hm,” he replies absently, already busy working his way into her. “Ahh, there we go. Yeah…” Planting his feet on the ground, he lies back down and begins to fuck up into her, fast and hard. Soon he's groaning his release into her and collapsing limply flat in bed again. “Hah, hahh—hey, wait! You can't go back to sleep! Get up!” She grabs his pillow and whacks him with it. “And you came inside me again, ugh, you know how messy that gets. You couldn't have waited until later in the day for that?” “Gotta mark my property,” Caleb jokes with a yawn as he sits up again. Dodging another pillow to the face, he rolls out of bed and ambles along to the bathroom. “Thanks for waking me up. I’ll be down for breakfast soon.” (scene break) (scene break) Dressed and toweling off his hair, Caleb wanders into the kitchen. “Anything you need me to help with?” he asks, walking up behind her and pulling her ass into him. “Everything’s just about ready. Grab me some plates?” As Caleb hands over the plates, he slowly draws up the hem of her oversized shirt. Grinning, he smooths his hand over the bare skin of her ass—evidently, she hasn't bothered to put her panties back on. He licks his middle finger and lays it along her slit, working it between her legs from behind and nestling the finger between hot folds of skin. Without a word and without skipping a beat, she widens her stance and arches her back to give him a better angle. She pays him no further mind as she continues to scoop out scrambled eggs from the pan onto the plates. Seeing how close breakfast is to being served, Caleb works quickly: without further ceremony, he strokes along her pussy and then sticks his finger inside. “Hn—!” She bites off a whine at the sudden intrusion, putting the frying pan down and reaching for the already-fried strips of bacon. As she divides the bacon onto the breakfast plates, Caleb pumps his finger in and out, filling the kitchen with sounds that go unacknowledged by either of them. He adds another finger, and watches her grit her teeth. Curling his fingers, he aims for the soft textured area that always pushes her directly to the brink. “Nngh, fuck,” she gasps, steadying herself on the counter, head bowed. She rises on her toes as though to get away from him, but it’s useless: he follows right along and fingers her until she comes all over his hand, shaking and dripping. “Thanks for breakfast today,” Caleb says, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he reaches out for his plate. He saunters over to the table, sucking her juices off his fingers one at a time, slurping obscenely and not even bothering to dodge the towel she throws at him. (scene break)
October 27, 2024 at 5:47 AM
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day 6: stargazing
+nsfw
(3 of 3)
(scene break) “Oi, they're back!” “Hey, where’d you go? Ya missed out on some wild shit, bro.” “No one cares about your wild shit, dude. They were probably trying to get away from you, anyway.” “Caleb! Where ya been?” Good-naturedly, Caleb matches the energy level of his mates and calls back, “Just went to do some stargazing, that's all.” The room falls silent for a moment, before the wolf-whistles begin. “Stargazing, huh?” “Well, with his girl lookin’ like that…the view musta been nice, at least.” “How many stars didja gaze?” “Shut the hell up,” Caleb laughs. Surreptitiously, he squeezes your hand. You squeeze back. It's a little embarrassing, but you can handle this much. “What have you dumbasses been up to in the meantime? Finagling another police car onto a roof?” “Why the hell would we do that twice? If anything, it’d be the headmaster’s car.” Caleb’s dormmates allow him to change the subject without any fuss. Smiling, you speak up. “What do you mean, another police car? And onto a roof?” Caleb sighs an incredibly put-upon sigh. “Listen,” he begins, “It's—” Someone interrupts. “You didn't know? Caleb ol’ buddy ol’ pal over here was the one who put it up there in the first place!” The room roars with laughter, and about three other people start trying to tell the story at once. Grinning, you look over and catch Caleb’s eye. He’s got a fond sort of exasperation going on in his half-smile, as he shakes his head and reaches across the table for a drink. “Don’t listen to any of them,” he tells you loudly. “They’re all a bunch of lying idiots, every last one of them.” Your giggle blends into the indignant yelling he sets off.
October 26, 2024 at 5:27 AM
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day 6: stargazing
+nsfw
(2 of 3)
(scene break) Caleb helps you down in the darkness of the hangar. He’s got his jacket wrapped around your shoulders before you have a chance to feel the nighttime chill. By the gates, the two of you linger just a moment longer, trading kisses and soft touches before the wind picks up and you actually do shiver this time, huddling into Caleb for warmth. “Let’s go back,” he murmurs, voice husky. He cards his fingers through your hair. Face buried in his broad chest, you nod, but make no move to let go of his shirt. “This was nice,” you mumble. “Your friends at the dorm are fun, but…” “But they’re always everywhere, yeah. No chance to get any alone time—not unless you come out here to the field.” Caleb gently shepherds you along the same path you took to get out here. “The view is a bonus.” His arm around you is warm and reassuring. As you approach the dorm building again, your steps slow down until you come to a stop under a tree, still some distance away. “What’s—” As Caleb turns to look at you quizzically, you pull his face down to you and kiss him fiercely, hoping the tree provides enough cover to obscure you from stray eyes. Startled, it takes him a moment to settle into the kiss, smiling wide and gentle as he matches your fervor with calm. “Hey,” he says, and you look away, avoiding his eyes. Wrapping his jacket tighter around yourself, you stand there, tense, trying not to visibly tremble. “Hey,” he says again, tipping your chin up with a finger. Helplessly, you let him catch your gaze. Frowning now, he asks, “What's wrong?” His eyes narrow, and with uncanny precision he says, “You aren't worried about trying to hide from my friends, are you?” At your silence, he hugs your head to his chest and hooks his chin on top. He sighs. “I didn't mean to give you the wrong idea. No one is going to care. As far as anyone knows, you're my girlfriend coming to visit. I was just trying to keep you from feeling too embarrassed about getting teased. That's the kind of people they are, you know?” He unhooks his chin in order to kiss your head. “I did take you out to the airfield in order for us to have sex. That, at least, was the full truth.” The chuckle rumbles through his chest and settles you the rest of the way down. “When we get back, they'll probably all know why we were gone. But at least we had that little bit of privacy.” Caleb squeezes your shoulders, and you look up at him. His lips are warm and sweet against your own. (scene break)
October 26, 2024 at 5:24 AM
treikhore.bsky.social
🍎🌸
caleb/mc

#AutumnWithXYZ
Day 6: Stargazing
+personal challenge: make everything nsfw!

(nsfw text)
(post 1 of 3 due to alt text limitations on twt)
Caleb was right, you think hazily to yourself as he bounces you on his cock. From here, at this time, the lights from the planes out there on the field really do look like stars in the night sky. They blend almost seamlessly at the horizon with the real stars visible to you through the clear panels above and around you. You almost feel suspended in space— “Enjoying the view?” he huffs, amused, from below you. You lean back into him, wrapping your arm tighter around his head to keep yourself close. “Yeah,” you murmur against the corner of his lips, before you lick your way into his mouth. He indulges you, letting you scrape your teeth along his lower lip, meeting your tongue’s exploration with his own. Just as you begin to drift, he grounds you with a sharp thrust upward, a reminder of what you’re in the middle of: him fucking you, sitting on his lap in the cockpit of his fighter jet that he’s brought out from its hangar in the middle of the night, all because the two of you couldn’t get a moment’s peace together at the dorms. “—Mmn!” The way he manages to accurately hit that one particular spot at the front of your insides that makes you see sparks, is…kind of infuriating, actually. But you have no strength in your legs, no strength in your core left over from keeping yourself carefully off the control panel, no strength to complain to him about it. All you can do for now is endure. Caleb rolls his hips into you, and you overbalance. It’s a good thing the plane is off, you think, as your hand comes down squarely on top of half a dozen buttons trying to keep your face from doing the same. “Caleb!” you start, indignant. “Ah—No wait, hold on,” he pants. “Stay like this just a bit longer, please—God, this is such a good angle for you.” He slaps his hand down on your ass and keeps it there, squeezing at your flesh. The sharp sting makes you yelp and quiver; when you hunch over the control panel, you see the fog building up on the clear canopy from the heat of your face so close to it. With each panting breath, you further obscure yourselves from the outside world. Caleb’s hand glances off your other asscheek, and you moan into the windshield, clenching around his dick as your toes curl. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you to sit back down on his lap. “It’s been so long,” he groans into your back. “I’ve—nnh—missed you.” “Me too,” you cry out, insides tensing as he rocks into the same spot again and again. “Ah—! I missed you…too…” With the hand you have over the one he’s got around your waist, you begin to lace your fingers together. “That’s why…I came…to visit,” you whimper between thrusts. “Nnh, yes—!” “Like that? You like that, right? Show me.” Caleb’s voice comes out bitten-off, gritted out quick and low. His other hand crawls around to your front also, feeling its way between your legs to get at your clit. “Yes, like that! I do, I love it, I love you, Caleb, I…” “You—oh, that’s not fair.” He stills, fingers biting into your flesh, keeping you close as he pulses deep inside you. “Haah.” “Mm, mmh, nn…” Full of him, you relax into his hold while catching your breath. You let him kiss you over and over again in the dark, the twinkle of lights both artificial and natural fading in and out of existence. (scene break)
October 26, 2024 at 5:22 AM
treikhore.bsky.social
🍎🌸

day 5: working out
+nsfw
(3 of 3)
What this means is you fall forward, flat on your front once more, with Caleb's cock still stuck between your thighs. He finds himself thrusting down, arms wrapped around your shoulders, panting into your hair. “Inside,” you whine, “I want you inside me,” and you arch your back, raising your hips as much as possible, and Caleb also changes the angle at which he fucks into you, and then suddenly he's fucking into you, you're wrapped around his cock, clenching around his hardness, he’s sinking deep into heat and slick and you, you, you— You come around him with a shout, shaking to pieces underneath him. Caleb grits his teeth through the clenching, through the undulations of your insides, and holds still for you. Only after you quiet down, limbs twitching occasionally, does he begin to chase his own release. Slowly at first, then gaining speed, he slides in and out of your delicious cunt. He takes the time to fully savor the sensation of sliding into such slick walls, to appreciate the process of dipping into you over and over. When at last he spills, he spills with a strangled cry, hunching over and pushing his seed as far inside as he can thrust his dick. “Thanks, Caleb,” you mumble from the ground, barely coherent. “Couldn’tve done it without you. I’ll be counting on you again next time.” “Alright,” he laughs, “as long as you're ready to end it like this again, too.” “Of course,” you shoot back, “that was the point, after all.”
October 25, 2024 at 5:48 AM
treikhore.bsky.social
🍎🌸

day 5: working out
+nsfw
(2 of 3)
Like this, his cock settles right at the swell of your ass, cradled in the dip like it was meant for him. He tears his gaze from the growing stain spreading from his tip, and looks up the length of your back. The smooth expanse of skin calls out for him—he resists the urge to lick up your spine, and instead drags his finger down, watching hungrily as your back tenses according to his movement. He leans forward. “What do you need me to do?” Caleb intentionally pitches his voice lower when he places his lips by your ear; now it is you closing your eyes and shivering. When he sits back, he takes the chance to roll his hips against your ass. “Should I help stretch you out wider?” He pulls you back toward him, making his knees push your legs further out. “Or should I push you flat?” With his hands settled at the curve of your lower back, he gently leans into them. “Mm…ah,” you gasp out. “Yeah…” Caleb chuckles. You sound about as wrecked as he felt not even five minutes ago. “That wasn’t an answer,” he reminds you, hands kneading absently at your ass while he waits. On a whim, he grabs your inner thighs and rolls them apart, exposing your crotch. He is delighted to see it, too, stained dark with moisture. “H-huh…? I—Nnh! Lean into me,” you manage eventually. “Push me…into the ground.” Oh, he can do that, all right. He licks his lips before leaning back down, covering your back with his chest. Planting his hands on the ground, he makes sure to press his length firmly into your ass. “Am I doing this right?” he asks, lips once again right by your ear. Underneath him, you whimper. Remembering his earlier discovery, Caleb reaches down between your legs, sliding two fingers in along the crotch of your yoga pants. “How are you this wet?” he murmurs. “Did you not even wear any panties?” The squeak you make proves him correct. “That’s pretty naughty of you,” he says. “Sounds like someone needs to learn appropriate behavior.” With those last words, he presses his fingertips in, right at the damp spot. You jump and moan, giving up on pretense. “Caleb,” you say, “I need…” You tilt your pelvis back, presenting yourself as much as possible while laid flat. Caleb swallows, and fishes himself out of his sweats. Aiming his tip at your entrance, he thrusts a couple times, trying to fuck you past the fabric of your leggings. “Ngh,” he grunts, the firm resistance of stretched material driving him wild. He needs to fuck through it, he needs to fuck you… There’s no helping it. He rolls off you and out of his sweatpants in one fluid motion, kicking them off his ankles as he reaches for the waistband of your yoga pants. He drags them halfway down your thighs, exposing the fresh slick of your arousal, which coats your pussy and the crotch of your leggings alike. With your legs bound together by the bunched-up fabric, you are at his mercy. Caleb drags your ass up, forcing you onto your knees, and slides his cock in between your thighs. You're so wet for him, he’s able to hilt himself in one go. The slick of his cock sliding past your folds provides the background upon which your moans harmonize with each other. He thrusts forward, and this time he feels the stiff pressure of your clit slide past his head and down his shaft. You’re warm, you’re so warm, you’re warm and you’re wet and you whine for him just so and it goes straight to his cock, and Caleb’s hips stutter forward again even though he’s already pressed flush against you.
October 25, 2024 at 5:46 AM
treikhore.bsky.social
🍎🌸
caleb/mc

#AutumnWithXYZ
Day 5: a Working Out
+personal challenge: make everything nsfw!

(nsfw text)
(post 1 of 3 due to alt text limitations on twt)
Truth be told, Caleb has no idea how he got here. His last fully-conscious memory is of settling down with a book, ready to spend the evening doing some light reading. As far as he’s aware, that was all that was supposed to happen. Then you came marching in, sleek in just yoga pants and a sports bra, said the words that even now still ring through his head, and turned his plans upside down: “Help me stretch, Caleb.” Now he stands in front of you, front-to-front; one of your legs is on his shoulder while the other is on the ground; and he has never been harder in his entire life. “Can you bring me closer?” you ask, casually, as though you were not asking Caleb to hug your thigh to his chest and bring his crotch into contact with yours. “You're practically doing a split already,” he thinks he mumbles, even as his body moves to obey. “Mm-hm,” you say, and then make everything worse by leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck. Like this, your face rests directly on your knee, facing him, and he knows you can see exactly how red his ears are. His cock physically throbs. He can feel it, straining against his sweatpants, tenting the fabric—and now, poking into you. There can be no way you don't feel him rubbing against your thigh, no way you don’t notice his breath puffing past your cheek in faster and faster bursts…and yet all you do is close your eyes with a hum, and lean in further. Just as he convinces himself you probably wouldn't notice if he tilted his hips up just so, just to feel a tiny bit more friction against his dick—just when he takes a shaking breath in preparation—you swing your leg off his shoulder. “Other leg,” you announce, and Caleb feels like bursting into tears. He glances down and grimaces at the state of his crotch. His dick juts out far enough that he can’t see his feet past the tented fabric of his sweatpants. There’s already a dark spot of moisture beginning to show at the peak; it’s only going to get worse when you— “Are you alright?” you ask, ankle pressing down on his shoulder. “Fine,” Caleb grits out. “Just dandy.” “Hmm… Okay,” you shrug. “Pull me in?” Mindlessly, Caleb reaches out, hands settling around your waist to bring you closer. Very, very carefully, he thinks about nothing at all. He can afford to give no quarter; not a single solitary thought must be allowed to manifest. You ruin it all by deliberately pressing the softness of your inner thigh against his erection. Suddenly, all he can see is the way his dick slots against the crease of where your thigh meets your groin. All he can think of is about how easy it would be to keep his grip on your waist, lower his center of gravity, and fuck into you. It’s a wave of imagination so strong it might more accurately be called hallucination, and Caleb chokes as he feels more precome actively flow out of him to stain his sweats incriminatingly. Innocently, you blink up at him. “Thanks, Caleb,” you say with a coquettish smile. “Will you help me out on the floor, too?” In the moment, Caleb wants to swear at your obvious ploy to get him to embarrass himself, but once you've settled on the floor, on your stomach with your legs out, he sees the opportunity you've given him: Settling in behind you, he places his knees behind your thighs, pushing forward to spread your legs out wider.
October 25, 2024 at 5:44 AM
treikhore.bsky.social
🍎🌸

day 4: shopping
+nsfw
(3 of 3)
He threads his fingers into her hair, gripping firmly but not pulling. She moans around his dick and drops her jaw even further, reaching up to capture his tip and stuff her mouth full. Her tongue swirls circles around his crown, the frenulum underneath catching on his slit as she passes over the top. With a deep breath through her nose, she stretches up to take him even further, letting him hit the softness of the back of her mouth. “Mm, yeah, like that,” Caleb groans, hips twitching. “You take me so well, you’re doing such a good job. I bet you’d take my seed down your throat and thank me afterward, wouldn’t you?” “Nnh!” As much as she can with him still occupying her mouth, she nods vigorously. “Mmn?” “Hah… Not quite, pipsqueak. Close, though,” and then he's using the grip he has on her hair to drag her off. Her tongue is still out, begging to continue; thick strings of saliva still trail between them. Holding her head in place, Caleb grabs his dick and aims. Ropes of milky white shoot out; they coat her tongue and the inside of her mouth. She closes her eyes as semen stripes up her face and into her hairline. When she opens her mouth again after swallowing, Caleb inserts himself again, and dutifully she sucks out the dregs, finishing with a chaste kiss to the top of his cockhead. Caleb’s grip on her hair loosens and he runs his fingers through, combing it back into place. Reaching out for the toilet paper, he wipes his seed off her face, then wets some paper towels and goes back over the same parts. The vibrator he rinses in the sink and wraps in paper towels before shoving into his pocket. As he unwraps his belt and inspects the skin on her wrists for marks, he tells her, “You did well. I’m going to check out, and then maybe when we get home, I’ll let you come. Sound ok to you?” “Yeah,” she breathes dazedly. He chuckles as he unlocks the door. “Good. Prepare yourself.”
October 24, 2024 at 5:31 AM
treikhore.bsky.social
🍎🌸

day 4: shopping
+nsfw
(2 of 3)
She closes her mouth and shakes her head. “Mmn!” Her hands slide down the wall a little as she arches her back and wiggles her ass at Caleb, who chuckles and grabs a handful of flesh. “I won't be able to spank you for the same reason,” he says, and her thighs rub against each other, “But there are other means of punishment.” He pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to fish out his cock, already hard and throbbing. Pumping it absently, he says, “For example—” “…!!” Her eyes fly open wide. A tendon strains at her neck as she tries to keep quiet. Caleb has pushed himself in all at once, sending her from empty to bursting in one movement. Without pausing to let her get used to him, he pulls himself all the way back out again. With his length laid along the cleft of her ass, he leans in. “What if I just…teased you, over and over, without letting you come? Do you think you might learn your lesson that way?” He shoves himself back inside. “Hm?” Desperate, pleading, she shakes her head vigorously. Caleb laughs; a brief, low chuckle. “But you already came, out there on the shop floor. You mean you want to come more?” Hesitantly, she nods. “But this is supposed to be punishment,” Caleb says. “Your mistakes are supposed to have consequences. Otherwise, how will you learn?” His tone remains light and conversational, but he has already begun to fuck her, punctuating his sentences with sharp thrusts aimed at the far side of her vaginal walls. Slowly, as he continues, whimpers and muffled whines begin to leak out of her throat. Caleb clicks his tongue. “Tsk. Didn’t I tell you to keep it down? You must want me to shut you up. Here, open your mouth,” and he reaches around to shove three fingers inside, pressing down on her tongue. Using his hold on her jaw as leverage, he thrusts into her even harder, paying no mind to the rhythmic slapping resounding through the small room. “Ah, you’re so tight, you feel so good around me, it’s like you were made to take my cock. What do you think?” Very carefully, so as not to disturb the fingers he has in her mouth, she nods. “Good answer.” He pulls out of both ends, turns her around, and presses down on her shoulder, forcing her to her knees. “Now, prove it.” Obediently, she looks up at him and opens her mouth, tongue hanging out. Her eyes are dreamy, half-closed in pleasure even through the physiological tears glazing them. Caleb hisses in pleasure as his cock jumps. “Here, clean yourself off me. We’re leaving after this, so you should probably take what you can get.” With one hand in her hair, tilting her head back, he guides his length into her waiting mouth with his other hand. And as she closes her lips around his shaft, he lets his eyes close and his head fall back in pleasure. She suckles at the head of his cock; licks up the underside; lays down saliva thickly and slurps it back up. She brings her still-bound wrists up and fondles him, rolling his testicles between the fingers of both hands. Nosing into the soft, delicate skin at the base of his cock, she inhales deeply and sighs happily, hot, moist breath fanning over Caleb’s balls. Methodically, she begins to lap at them, sucking them into her mouth and pulling delicately, keeping eye contact the whole time.
October 24, 2024 at 5:29 AM
treikhore.bsky.social
🍎🌸
caleb/mc

#AutumnWithXYZ
Day 4: Shopping
+personal challenge: make everything nsfw!

(nsfw text)
(post 1 of 3 due to alt text limitations on twt)
“This would look good on you. What do you think?” Caleb pulls a dress off the rack and holds it up to his sister’s torso, squinting critically. “…Mm…” “I’ll add it to the basket,” he decides, ignoring her faint response. “And to go with it—maybe this cardigan? Or how about this one?” “…” “Both? Yeah, I think both, too. Let’s head over to that corner next—we can pick out some accessories.” “Caleb…!” Her trembling hand shoots out to grab his sleeve, clinging hard enough to stretch it. “Hm?” Caleb smiles brightly at her, paying no mind to the faint sheen of sweat covering her forehead, or the way her lips press tightly into a line. “Don’t tell me you want to go home already? But we’re almost done—you can't hang on until we check out?” She shakes her head vigorously, brows knit and jaw clenched. “Caleb,” she whispers, “I can't, I’m—” She cuts herself off with a small cry as her trembling spreads throughout her body. Caleb wraps his arms around her, supporting her weight against his own body. “Ah,” he says, one hand dropping to hang by her thigh. He tucks her head under his chin and hugs her close by her shoulders. His fingers by her leg twitch, and she stiffens in surprise. With a calm smile, full of pity, Caleb says gently, “Maybe that was my mistake in estimation.” She gulps audibly. “No need to be nervous. I’ll put our basket down here, out of the way—and we can head to, hm…the bathroom?” Decision made, Caleb takes hold of her wrist and strides toward the store’s bathroom. She follows unsteadily behind him, eyes glazed. (scene break) (scene break) As he ushers her into the bathroom and follows, locking the door behind him, the smile falls off Caleb’s face. He unbuttons his cuffs and begins to roll up his sleeves as he slowly advances, backing her up against the wall. “Tell me,” he says softly, “who was the one who insisted she could make it through one shopping trip? Who was so confident that she made a bet? And who…” He catches her wrists and crosses them above her head, holding them in place on the wall with a single hand. Dipping his head so that his ear is next to hers, Caleb whispers, “who lost the bet by coming so hard in the middle of the store she couldn’t stand on her own anymore, hm?” He chuckles at her despairing whimper. “It's a good thing I caught the vibrator with my Evol before it hit the ground. That would have attracted attention.” Tears in her eyes, she mumbles, “But then you put it back in! And it went deeper than before! That’s not…” “‘Not fair’? Try thinking of it as—the least of your punishment for losing the bet, instead.” Caleb punctuates his words with a scraping nip to her earlobe, before letting go and moving back to unbuckle his belt. “You’ll let me tie your wrists with my belt, won't you? As part of letting me do anything?” Her face is red and turning redder, but she ducks her head and presents her wrists for him. “There’s a good girl for me. Now let’s turn around; hands on the wall, legs apart—just like that.” Caleb pushes her skirt up by her waist, exposing her naked crotch, smeared with drying juices. He holds his hand up just outside her entrance. With his Evol, he draws out the vibrator from her depths, and with it even more self-lubrication, which he wipes onto her thighs. As the vibrator passes through her slit from the inside, she shivers and moans. “Did you forget we're still in public?” Caleb asks mildly. “Keep it down, or I'll have to do it for you.”
October 24, 2024 at 5:27 AM