I'm Telling You Now, Infold Is Seeing All The Caleb Panty Sniffer Allegations And They're Gonna Hint

got your blog in the ‘based on my likes’ portion of my feed and it feels like i’ve been shot in the face in the best way possible 🫶🩵 ty siscon caleb truther i shall be eating up everything you post

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What if I say I enjoy Caleb being seen as mcs brother? Having to sneak secret touches in front of friends and coworkers so they don’t see how close they really are

Xavier ❤️⭐️

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

Proofreading is for pussies

Your headcanons are so delicious🤌

Can you imagine taking Caleb’s virginity? All those years of pining and teasing and cold, cold showers….

Thank you for this omg I love virgin Caleb

Surely Caleb must have realized how thin the walls are by now. Even with his shirt in his mouth to muffle his whines it was obvious what he was doing every night.. and morning.. and sometimes in the middle of the day. Did he not realize how obvious he was being when he suddenly excused himself to go take a cold shower after your cuddling on the couch got a little more touchy than usual?

This time was no different. It was late- you both should’ve been asleep by now. Instead you lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling while trying to block out the sound of your adopted brother thrusting into his hand on the other side of the wall. You normally wouldn’t mind- sometimes you’d even press your ear against the wall and close your eyes, trying to imagine how he looks as he whimpers against his sheets. Tonight, however, you needed to sleep and his pathetic little noises weren’t helping.

Caleb never locked his door; he’d always reminded you that he would always be there for you whenever you needed him. He’d never thought you’d need him at 11:30 PM though.

Dressed in one of the shirts you’d stolen from him and nothing else, you swing open his door right as your name escapes his lips.

He scrambles to cover himself, but the friction of his sheets against his painfully hard cock sends a shiver through his body and a quiet yelp slips out.

“Having trouble sleeping?” He finally manages to stutter as if he’d not been moaning your name moments prior. Then his eyes slide down your body, seeing nothing but bare skin under his shirt. The fabric barely conceals you, covering just enough to hide the wetness between your thighs.

“You’re being too loud.”

You wouldn’t normally be this bold, but those years of secretly sneaking lustful glances at each other, of hands wandering just a little too far for siblings, and ensuring that no one came between the two of you had led you to this moment. He doesn’t stop you when you pull back his sheets; he just gives you those pathetic puppy eyes as the cold air hits his sensitive skin.

“I’m sorry”

Ignoring his words, you climb on top of him, legs straddling his as you cover his mouth with your palm.

“Be quiet.”

He’s never felt himself ache like this before. His eyes widen as your other hand slips downwards, wrapping itself around his cock. Caleb shakes his head as his eyes beg you to stop. You shouldn’t be doing this. But you know he needs it. You’ve heard him mumbling fantasies just like this countless times from the other side of the wall. He needs it.

His eyes roll back as he feels you press him against your drenched core. It takes everything in him not to climax right then and there, but he manages to hold out. You slip his length inside with ease as if you were made for each other. His whole body trembles beneath you as you feel him panting beneath your palm. His whines only get louder as you move- not even riding him, just readjusting your position. It’s clear he can’t take much more. His eyes meet yours once more and he silently pleads for it to stop- he can’t take it, it’s too much. You nod, the gesture giving him enough confirmation that he had permission.

You take your palm away from his lips as he cums, his whole body shaking from pleasure as he whimpers and moans before your lips crash against his. Caleb’s hands move to your hair, wrapping themselves around you just to hold you closer. Your lips against his are the only thing stopping him from waking the whole neighborhood with his desperate whines.

Eventually, he comes down from his high and you manage to peel yourself away from him, allowing him to catch his breath. He can’t meet your eyes, ashamed of reaching his peak within seconds of being inside of you. You slowly move away, releasing him from the softness and warmth of your pussy. Just that act alone causes him to choke and you can see a tiny dribble of cum escape his tip. While he’s still catching his breath, you lean down and kiss it, licking up the tiny droplets that slip down the side. Then you simply hop up and give him a teasing grin before giving him a quick peck on the lips, letting him taste himself.

He’s still in a daze as you slip out of his room and back into your own, but a few minutes later you hear the sound water running. It seems like another cold shower is needed.

Okay I’m not a Zayne guy but imagining him insisting on giving transmasc mc his weekly shots 🥺 being so gentle.. inspecting his body for changes 😳

Seeing people on Twitter calling the new banner cringe and saying they’re gonna skip while I’ve already rubbed one out to it 😦

MC: I have a wife.

Tara: Really? I didn't know you were a lesbian! Can I see her?

Xavier, walking by: Hey, babe.

Tara: That's.. a man.

MC: Yes.

Xavier:

MC, clutching onto Xavier's arm: A man who is my wife.

Pathetic Caleb who is desperate for ur pussy, there's not a day that goes by without his face between your thighs,Reader giving him a pussy ban and he's doing his best to not dive in whenever reader is doing basic domestic things,like make him cry and beg for it

Thank you anon let’s fucking go

It’s getting to the point where you can’t go a day without Caleb begging for your pussy. Even after a hard day of work, you come home and he’s practically salivating at the idea of drowning in your juices. Barely a step through the door to his apartment and he’s trying to tear off your clothes, guiding you to relax on the couch or the bed, it doesn’t matter as long as he can get between those soft thighs of yours. But it’s too much, it’s like he’s sucked your clit raw from eating you out day after day without break. You feel your overstimulated bud rubbing against your panties during the workday and you decide it’s time for a break.

“Caleb, wait-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before he’s using his evol to close the door behind you, pushing you against it and shoving his lips against yours.

“We need to talk.” You finally manage to speak when he pulls away to breathe. He looks at you with those classic puppy eyes and you almost relent, but you need to set this boundary, even if it’s only temporary.

“Can we do something else tonight? I love when you eat me out it’s just..” you trail off as you see his face fall, knowing his mind is reeling.

Was he not making you feel good enough? There’s no way you were faking your orgasms, he was sure of that, but was there something he was doing wrong?

You cup his cheek with your palm, reassuring his nerves.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Caleb. I …” you sigh, realizing you’re going to have to put it bluntly.

“My clit hurts from you sucking on it nightly..”

His immediate relief is clear before he furrows his brows once again.

“You’re saying we need to stop? But-“ he cuts himself off. He’d never want to hurt you, but he craves your taste. He’d gone the whole day dreaming about drinking in your sweet slick, now you’re telling him he has to go without?

“I understand, I’m sorry, pipsqueak.” He smiles, but you can tell it’s not genuine.

***

You’re once again throwing your head back against the pillows, your back arching as he brings you close to your second orgasm of the night. There’s no doubt he loves the sight of your pleasure, but he can feel his mouth grow dry with desire. Caleb’s eyes dart downward, longingly gazing at where your bodies become one. You’re drenched in a combination of both of your liquids and he’s desperate for a taste. That’s all he needs. A taste.

He can’t control himself. You’re still riding out your high as he pulls out, giving one long kiss to your sopping cunt, desperately drinking it in as much as he can before you realize what’s happening.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles between your thighs, the movement of his lips only causing your orgasm to be drawn out further. He’ll take a break from it tomorrow, but tonight he needs his fill.

I used to hate “pipsqueak” ngl.. but now? Immediate boner