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cleo ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 🍎
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cleo ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 🍎
@bbmilkbread
she/her 29 ✦ #夏以昼 siscon truther 🍎🍏 ✦ writer and possible dark themes
minors & antis dni/f 가입일 Nisan 2020
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cleo ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 🍎 리트윗함
good night we survive another day without #caleb
maria@lucidmyths
Posting mild n s f w if Infold doesnt post the brothermyth today everyone
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I don't yumeship often but #cecileb's dynamic is basically a mentally unstable girl who keeps threatening to off herself with a knife and an equally mentally unstable gege (later turned papa legally!) who has to keep finding new places to hide the knives (she gets to them anyway)
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@oneiric613 🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️
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@lucidmyths u know what. maybe i don't need it to come out today
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@LemonJuggernaut like i know the universe hates me so the one day i cannot be online it's gonna drop, therefore it's gonna be today.
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@bbmilkbread AGDHDHDHDHUS CLEO 🤣🤣🤣 but that's so real of you
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@CelestialApple4 i know it's gonna drop tonight bc the universe is always working against me and i have plans at exactly the time it's supposed to drop 🧠 trustttt it's tonight
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@LemonJuggernaut IM SUPPOSED TO BE CELEBRATING MY WEDDING BUT LETS GOOOOOOOO
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@bbmilkbread THEN I SHALL BELIEVE IN TODAY HARDER!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO
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thinking about colonel caleb making you sit on his desk in front of him, no panties, and forcing you to keep count of every time he slaps your cunt since you were a brat to him in front of the new recruits.
he gives you 20 with the gloves on, then makes you hold them in your +
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@soarinapple @yizhoukink 😳😳😳 i need him to do this to me yesterday lorddddddd
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cleo ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 🍎 리트윗함
cw// bdsm
your knees threaten to buckle beneath each crack of his hand. the sweet, gentle comfort of his fingertips is gone, replaced by the cruelty of each handprint on your ass.
you can hardly remember the reason for your punishment. something about your phone, was it? did you miss his text? oh. that's right. you turned off your location at wor–
another hit lands, harsher than the last. right at the part where your ass meets your thighs.
"is this boring to you, meimei? is that why you're getting distracted? if you wanted me to hit you harder, all you had to do was ask."
as caleb speaks, his touch ghosts across your skin. each whisper of his fingertips sets a fire that crawls up your spine and settles in your core.
when he lifts his hand, your body tenses in anticipation. your knuckles are white from where you grip the edge of the countertop. your legs can barely keep upright as you stand, ass on display.
the hand never falls.
instead, he laughs. "are you paying attention now?"
he walks behind you with purpose, floorboards creaking underneath his weight. one foot slides between both of yours, spreading your legs apart.
you're more exposed like this. visible. vulnerable.
his hands come to rest at your hips, slowly crawling up to rest at the base of your back. he presses down, forcing your back to be parallel to the floor.
"stay."
you obey, relieved to take a break from his punishment.
it's only a brief respite.
once more, his hands are traveling to your ass. his touch is gentle at first, tickling and teasing along the edges of his handprints. then, as his hand trails across one particularly sore spot, he squeezes, short nails digging crescents where the tips of his fingers are.
you take a sharp inhale, a hiss that barely makes it past your teeth. as he releases his grip, you realize he's murmuring praises to you. words you can't even hear over the blood rushing in your ears.
he gives you three more swats in quick succession. they're weaker than the ones before, but they're just as unforgiving.
"what do we say when someone gives us a compliment?" it's clear he's smiling as he speaks, a grin that can't even be masked by the disappointment in his voice.
before you can even stammer out the first syllable of gratitude, he releases a smack on your ass that echoes through the entire kitchen.
"do i have to teach you manners again, baby?"
this time, you're quick to disagree. "n-no. i'm sorry. no more. hurts," you plead.
you don't even know when you started crying — big, wet tears forming a puddle on the floor in front of you.
"hurts?" he repeats, faux sympathy dripping from his words.
you can hear him bend down, taking a closer look at the damage he's inflicted. at least, that's what you thought he was doing.
his thumb comes to rest on one of your lower lips. the silence of the room is shattered by the wet squelch as he spreads them apart. your skin heats up in embarrassment.
"it doesn't seem like you don't like it."
his index finger comes to poke and prod at your entrance. there's no intent in his movement, no plan to enter the heat that's practically inviting him in.
"if i didn't know any better, i'd think you're enjoying your punishment."
"i– that's not–" you can hardly form a sentence around the sobs that wrack your throat.
there's another warning smack delivered right where your ass is held high in the air.
"my poor baby," he coos down at you, hand coming to rub at the new mark he's left. "it's okay. your gege will teach you how to behave."
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@bab1xbunn1 100%..... and he's always asking grandma "you need help around the house today? any projects you've been puttin' off?"
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@bbmilkbread Ik damn well he walked right into that sprinkler
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after caleb hit puberty and started going to the gym, he'd find the most flimsy excuses to have his shirt off in front of you.
hot day? shirt off. helping grandma around the house? shirt off. taking a walk and accidentally got sprayed by a neighbor's sprinkler? boom, off.
you had a lousy poker face and you knew it. but you couldn't help but let yourself gape at his muscular physique when you thought he wasn't looking.
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@xiayzgege TEEHEE thank u sweetie we love brother shenanigans
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