#cale erendreich smut

[raz-writes-the-thing]

It's The Dominance Of The Thing (Bad Samaritan One-Shot)

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Cale wants you to ride his boot.

CW: It's Cale- that should be warning enough tbh, boot grinding, blood (super mild), choking, vague CNC, verbal humiliation, name-calling

Bad Samaritan Tag List: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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For such a string bean of a man, Cale was very foreboding. Incredibly foreboding. There was just something in how he carried himself- the way he spoke and in the way his energy rolled off him like even that was trying to get away from him. 

By all accounts, you should not have been attracted to him. The safest thing would have been not to be attracted to him. But you were, and by some (un)lucky twist of fate, he was attracted to you, too. 

Not that he’d ever seriously hurt you or anything. But it was just that he screamed ‘dangerous’ to all of your input receptors and you just ignored them anyway. You’re pretty sure Cale knew this. You’re also pretty sure he got off on knowing that you could be, at times, just a little scared of him. 

Like right now, for instance. 

You’d been sitting on your pillow in the lounge room on the floor when Cale came home. You had been working on an essay and had somehow just wound up on the floor. That happened sometimes. There were flecks of blood across his cheeks like crimson freckles that you’d noticed as he’d closed the door and gotten closer. You knew better than to ask where they’d come from. Cale had sat down on the couch behind you, his booted foot brushing against the outer curve of your ass. 

You leaned into his touch just a fraction, and a noise of satisfaction escaped his throat. 

“Turn around.” A command, not a question. 

You set your laptop down in front of you and turn to face him, essay forgotten. His expression is cool and calculated, and you watch with rapt attention at the way his eyes dilate from the sight of you kneeling before him. 

Cale adjusts his boot so it’s between your knees. You look down at the boot before sliding your gaze up his calf, thigh, tummy and finally back up to his face. His eyes flick downward, telling you without question exactly what he wants from you. 

You bite your lip and angle yourself to lower back down onto the ground. Your cunt rests on his boot and you suck in a breath. You know your cheeks are heating up and flushing the prettiest shade for him right now. It’s not the fact that it’s his foot- it’s the dominance that does it for you. 

Cale grunts in approval, and nods his head. Permission.

 

You experimentally grind yourself against the leather and a little gasp works its way free before you have time to stop it. Cale smirks, not taking his eyes off yours for a second. You flush darker, mouth dropping open just slightly as you roll your hips again. And again. God, this felt good. 

You reach to wrap your arms around his calf, gripping at the back of his knee for balance. Cale laughs now, but mockingly. Your eyes flick to the blood across his cheek, and you’re almost a little concerned at the way your clit pulses at the sight. 

Fuck. Your hips stutter up against his boot, and your eyes begin to droop as you succumb to the pleasure. 

“Fuckin’ look at me, slut,” he says, and you snap back to attention. Fingers flex against his denim-clad skin, and he tuts disapprovingly. “Look at you- humping yourself silly on my fuckin’ boot.” 

You nod, rocking your hips faster. The pleasure is melting into the burn of your muscles but you don’t dare stop. Not with the way Cale is looking at you. 

“Gonna cry? Fuck, you look like you’re gonna cry. Pathetic, darling. Yeah, you like that, I know. You love it when I call you names, don’t you?”

You whimper, struggling to keep your gaze on his when it burns with such intensity. Your insides are aching as you chase your orgasm. It’s getting closer, and you’re panting more now as you exert yourself over him. 

“Answer me,” he says evenly.  

“Y-yes, I love it,” you pant back, resting your forehead on his knee. He chuckles and leans forward in his seat. He’s sitting and yet somehow also leaning over you. His hand is suddenly in your hair, ripping your head back and forcing you to make eye contact. 

“Thought I told you to look at me, slut.” 

Your eyebrows screw up and you cling to him harder. 

“S-sorry sir,” you whimper out. Cale hums in a way that tells you that’s an acceptable apology for now and lets go of your hair. You’re so close to cumming now. It’s all you want- that sweet release. “P-please.” 

Cale arcs a brow, running a finger down your cheek and over your jaw. 

“Please what?” 

“I- I need- I want- please I want to cum,” you pant out desperately. Cale’s eyes lave over your face, drinking down every detail of your desperation. 

“Then cum.” 

That’s all the permission you need. You rock your cunt against his leather boot, not caring what sounds or pants you release in the process. You’re desperate to cum, working yourself harder and harder, feeling that coil tighten bit by bit. 

Cale’s hand shoots out like a snake, fingers wrapping around your throat before you even realise he’s moved. 

Your breath cuts off and a yelp dies on your tongue. Your hips jolt against him and the warning look in his eyes is all it takes before that coil snaps. Your hips jerk over him uncontrollably, muscles spasming over your body as the force of your release slams into you over and over again. 

You haven’t cum this hard in so long, and the way Cale’s mouth drops open just barely, pupils blown wide, makes you think he’s definitely going to have you do this again. Your hand automatically wraps around his wrist, and he clicks his tongue. His own fingers grip just that little bit harder and you feel your tongue swallowing over nothing, trying to clear an immovable blockage.

He holds you like that, desperately grappling with his wrist as you grow more desperate for air. You can’t help the way your cunt pulses with need. Even like this, growing closer and closer to blacking out you want him. Want him to fuck and ruin you. 

The bastard knows it too. 

“Good girl,” Cale praises, letting go and watching as you collapse against his knee, sagging into a heap as you greedily suck air into your deprived lungs. 

You giggle a little wheezily, and that makes Cale smile. 

“Filthy thing.” It’s affectionate, though. Cale loves you. 

You know he does.

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[denaliwrites]

Run Rabbit Run

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: (18+) Cale loves a good chase.

Soundtrack: Run Rabbit Run by Flanagan & Allen

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut. Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Primal Play, Restraints, CNC. Very brief choking.

Your heart hammered erratically in your chest, a wild songbird beating against its cage for a freedom it could never have -- a freedom that'd kill it.

You could feel trickles of blood dripping down your arms and the stinging pain of the seeping cuts forced a choked sob from your throat.

The sound of a door opening nearby startled you into stillness, body pressing deeper into the darkest corner you could find. You willed your body to hold silent for just a minute, just until you heard footsteps receding.

You received no such luck, and it was getting harder and harder to repress your body's instinctive urges.

"You better fucking run," Cale called from the end of the hall. "If I catch you, I'm going to fucking gut you like the little bunny you are. You hear me?"

Oh, you heard him. Loud and clear.

Finally, you heard the sound of him going down the stairs. You waited another minute, then carefully crawled from your hiding place.

You just needed to reach the front door. You just needed to get out of the house. That's all you had to do.

You stopped at the door, listening as carefully as your fear-addled brain would allow, for any signs he'd come back. Hearing only silence, you turned the knob at a torturously slow pace, and cracked the door open just as slowly.

This was a mistake.

It creaked just before it was wide enough for you to slip through, and somewhere below you a foot stomped. You imagined Cale turning, trying to pinpoint where exactly upstairs that sound had emanated from. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Having given your position away, you stood quickly and slammed the door shut behind you, but padded carefully to the end of the hall. You looked over the banister, watching him turn towards the stairs.

He hadn't seen you yet.

Silently, you padded past the stairs, opening the door closest to them and slipping inside just as his footsteps started ascending.

You realized when you turned around that you were in a bedroom.

It was... sterile. Pristine. There was no decor, only a white nightstand beside a plain bed with white covers. The walls were white. There was no closet for you to hide in, but the bed had space underneath it. If you needed to, you could hide.

Instead, you turned to the door, pressing your ear to it. You could hear him at the other end of the hallway, checking rooms.

Slowly, delicately, you pulled the door open to peek outside.

He wasn't looking in your direction, hadn't seemed to notice the door opening.

You seized your opportunity. You threw the door open with a bang and darted down the stairs, not even caring that he'd heard you and was now chasing after you. You had the advantage, you could see the front door and were in the clear.

You were two bounds away from freedom when Cale's impossibly solid arm wrapped tightly around your throat, squeezing the air out of your lungs.

Nails dug into his arm, scrabbling in a desperate bid for both air and freedom.

"Oh, you were so close," he purred into your ear, licking the shell tauntingly.

The gravity of the situation fueled you, and with a rush of adrenaline, you sent your elbow up into his ribcage. He shouted in pain and dropped to his knees, and when his arm was no longer around your neck you made a break for it.

"Not so fucking fast," he growled. His hand wrapped around your ankle and you went tumbling down.

You expected it to hurt more, but you realized that he'd padded your fall -- and in fact, the whole floor -- with fluffy white rugs.

This man really did prepare for every eventuality.

He climbed up your body, flipping you over once his hand reached your shoulder. "That was a valiant effort," he praised you, his voice still edged with a note of predatory delight. "But I'll take my reward, now."

Tears sprang to your eyes in anticipation as the metallic glint of his knife caught your attention. It was there and then it was gone, and you didn't need the searing pain that followed to tell you where it had gone.

"I told you I was gonna gut you," he sighed as a trail of blood dribbled from the fresh cut along your belly to the white rug underneath you. "What a beautiful little bunny you are, bleeding for me."

You sobbed in pain as he made a perfectly symmetrical slice into the opposite side of your belly, yet even as you did you felt a jolt of arousal reach between your thighs.

"Oh, what was that?" he teased mercilessly, the tip of his knife trailing down your gut to press dangerously against your underwear. "Does this excite you, bunny?"

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reply, of you admitting --

"Answer me!" he roared, blade digging in even more.

With a pitiful moan, you cried, "Yes! God, yes!"

You could feel your excitement pooling in the pit of your stomach, and by the appreciative sound he made, you suspected Cale could see just what effect he was having on you.

"Oh, bunny," he sighed in praise, smirking as his knife trailed away from the apex of your thighs and down, slicing little rivulets into the delicate skin of your inner thighs, blood dripping down onto the rug below.

Your thighs were shaking, both from the pain and in the effort to keep them open, to keep yourself exposed to him. For your efforts he placed a tender kiss to your knee, then trailed several more down your thigh until he reached the waistband of your underwear.

"I don't think you need these anymore," he said casually, before using his knife to cut them apart. You whimpered as the cold metal touched your skin, as the fabric of your underwear fell away uselessly.

"That's a good bunny," he praised you again, leaning forward so that he could kiss you fully on the lips. You tasted your blood on him, felt his smirk as you moaned when the coppery tang flooded your senses.

"I wonder," he started, tone playful, "if I can make you cum with this." He held the knife up for you to see, and you eyed it warily, though you also couldn't help the pleased little shudder that coursed through you at the sight of it stained with your blood.

"P-please, Cale," you begged in a whimper. You weren't even sure what you were begging for.

"Roll over," he commanded suddenly, and you obeyed like the good little pet you were. His hands were delicate as they took hold of your arms, carefully bending them so that they were behind your back. You heard him undoing his tie, and a moment later your hands were tied tightly.

"C-Cale," you whined, testing the restraint. "Cale--"

"Shut up," he barked, and your words immediately died on your tongue.

He moved so that he was kneeling over you, knee pressing down into your back, and it felt like he was putting all his weight into it.

Desperate, fearful, electric pants rocked your body as your lungs clawed for more air, but he didn't let up, even as your vision blurred around the edges.

Just when you couldn't take anymore, just when you were mere moments from passing out, he finally eased up, and faster than you could process you were back on your back, arms pinned beneath you.

He laughed as you took great gulping gasps of breath.

You'd barely caught your breath when his knife cut into your skin again, making you keen as twin cuts sprang forth along your previously untouched thigh. "Cale," you gasped, hips rolling for his attention.

"In time," he promised you.

"Please," you begged. "Please..."

You wanted him inside you, filling you, fucking you.

The look he gave you was contemplative. But you could see you weren't winning him over -- not yet.

"D-don't you want to... to claim your prize?" you asked, hips twitching eagerly as another cut sent another jolt of pleasure down.

"... What do you think I'm doing right now?" he deadpanned.

"Y-you're gutting me," you whined. "But it's not the same. You know it's not. Claim me, Cale."

That did it. You saw the change in his eyes, the hunger, the predatory drive.

You heard the unbuckling of his belt and had to bite back the triumphant smirk that threatened to ruin it all.

His hands wandered up your bloody thighs, smearing the red all over you and wetting his hands with it. You knew what he was doing, and it only served to send more electric pleasure down your spine.

You gasped as two of his fingers entered you, stretching you and preparing you for his cock. Felt the still-warm blood coating your insides.

"Fuck, Cale," you whimpered desperately.

"I'm getting to that," he chuckled darkly.

And, indeed, he was. Once he was satisfied that you were wet enough to take him, he wasted no time pressing his cock into you. A sharp thrust of his hips sent it in to the hilt, and you keened as the feeling of him filling you sent you over the edge.

He grunted as your body constricted around him, walls squeezing tightly around his cock.

"Oh, God," you moaned as you came down, pants of exertion breezing past your lips.

"That was quick," he sighed, though there was no trace of annoyance or anger in his tone. And it didn't stop him from using you as a cocksleeve, anyway.

His hips pulled back, eliciting a moan he found rather delicious, even more so as it drew out into a cry when he snapped his hips back into your own.

"Cale, I'm gonna--"

"So soon?" he asked teasingly, and you only gave a pouty huff in response. "I must've--" he cut himself off with a sharp thrust, "really done a number on you this time."

You looked up at him with hazy, love drunk eyes that quickly lost focus as his cock hit something particularly sensitive inside you and you squealed, contracting around him in shock and pleasure.

"Ooh, I gotta keep doing that," he chuckled wickedly, and sure enough, on his next thrust he made sure to hit the same angle, and you squealed again, walls constricted again.

He wasn't delicate in his fucking after finding that spot. In fact, he rather brutally pounded at that same place, over and over, and if you hadn't been so lost in your building orgasm you'd think that you were probably gonna be very sore in the morning.

With a few savage final thrusts, you felt warmth as Cale spilled his seed inside you, and you tumbled over the edge with him, crying out in ecstasy as you came again.

He pet your hair as you came down, withdrawing only once he was sure you were done. You were barely aware of him pulling you up, of him undoing the tie around your wrists, or of him picking you up and carrying you up the stairs to his bedroom.

The last thought you had before sleep claimed you was how you couldn't wait for Cale to hunt you down again.

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[bootlegfrank]

The Cale/Frankie fic is approaching 15k and slowly trudging towards the end, so here's a little spoiler ;)

#im still debating whether to add smut or not #cuz i feel like theyre at the point where they Would but i dont have anything planned after the next scene so i dunno #cale/frankie #frank iero #skc frank #cale erendreich #.violence #bootlegfrnk fanfiction

[fluffysweaters21]

Sometimes I see an answered ask on my fave writers’ blog and they’re always the most slutty, feral requests and I think “Did I leave that ask or did someone else?” And the truth is I’ll never know.

#kilgrave #cale erendreich #smut #smut writers #imjustagirl🥰

[owen-writes]

Owen Writes

Male Reader Or Gender Neutral Or FTM Reader Only

Fem aligned people may interact and read but do not fetishize. No Fem Reader requests.

Masterposts:

Main Masterpost

Doctor Who Masterpost

Nameless Series Masterpost (needs a name)

ATM, I write for:

The Doctor (9,10,11,12,14,15) - Doctor Who

Rory Williams - Doctor Who

Captain Jack Harkness - Doctor Who

Alec Hardy - Broadchurch

Cale Erendreich - Bad Samaritan

Campbell Bain - Takin' Over The Asylum

Crowley - Good Omens (Will Do Poly Ineffable Husbands)

Saul Silva (Platonic) - Fate, The Winx Saga

Cullen Family (Platonic) - Twilight

Sierra Six - The Grey Man

Jonah Simms - Super Store

James Marriott

Lucifer Morningstar - Netflix Lucifer

Rules:

No smut! I may write smut if I want to but will not write requests that are smut. (Basically if I get horny and want to indulge, I will.)

All smut I do write is for 18+ only. You're reading my work at your own discretion and I am not responsible for what you read on the Internet.

Gore wise - no explicit descriptions but cannon typical stuff I'm okay with.

I can delete any request if it makes me uncomfortable

I'm not really a fan of AUs or anything that strays too far from cannon.

Can be a platonic or romantic relationship. Aka dad or husband? (Basically I have some deep daddy issues)

I like to have dialogue prompts to start off. But it's okay if not. (I lack the creative fuse to make up a story but can sure as hell write em.)

#doctor who x reader #the doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #12th doctor x reader #9th doctor x reader #11th doctor x reader #saul silva x reader #alec hardy x male reader #alec hardy x reader #campbell bain x reader #cale erendreich x reader #crowley x reader #ineffable Husband x reader #sierra six x reader #rory williams x reader #captian jack harkness x reader #cullen family x reader #james marriott x reader #jonah simms x reader

[ophelia-writes-fics]

please read!!

here are some rules/info for this blog to read before you follow!

firstly, please don't follow/interact if you're under 18! this blog is gonna be mostly smut if i'm being honest, so i'd rather people only follow if they're of age.

second, my requests are open! a quick list of fandoms and characters i write for is below.

the ones in bold are the characters i'll write nsfw content for! all characters are open for either platonic or sfw romantic requests, though.

(if you don't see a fandom or a character and you're curious, send me an ask! I mostly write character x reader, but I do certain ships as well. again, send an ask for specifics!)

bad samaritan (cale erendreich)

broadchurch (alec hardy, ellie miller)

doctor who (all doctors, donna noble, martha jones, rose tyler, amy pond, river song, the master/missy, jack harkness)

good omens (aziraphale, crowley, beelzebub, anathema, muriel)

hannibal (hannibal lecter, margot verger)

jessica jones (kilgrave)

our flag means death (pretty much anyone!)

prodigal son (martin whitly)

takin’ over the asylum (campbell bain)

third, absolutely no terfs or radfems allowed. this blog is a safe and inclusive space for trans people and people of all genders.

thank you so much for reading, and i hope you enjoy!

#pinned post #please read

[merrilark]

writing request guidelines

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what i will write!

✧— reader-inserts (in third person instead of y/n format) ✧— suggestive scenes ✧— heavy whump ✧— crossovers ✧— alternate universes ✧— fix-its ✧— most genres ✧— open to canon x canon ships no matter how cracky ✧— fics based on inbox memes or songs ✧— asks answered ic from the pov of a fictional character

what i won't write!

x— your ocs unless we're friends and i am familiar with them x— explicit smut x— fic that heavily focuses on pregnancy or childbirth, especially mpreg x— fics for fandoms not on my active fandom list

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fandoms and characters i will write for! (bolded characters denote who i am most interested in; strikethroughs indicate that requests for that franchise or character are temporarily closed)

✧— bad samaritan ↪ cale erendreich, derek sandoval, katie hopgood, sean falco ✧— the mentalist ↪ grace van pelt, patrick jane ✧— misfits ↪ alisha daniels, curtis donovan, jamie young, jeremy, kelly bailey, louise young, mike young, nathan young, ollie, simon bellamy ✧— my little pony: friendship is magic ↪ applejack, fluttershy ✧— red riding trilogy ↪ barry "bj" anderson, eddie dunford ✧— season of the witch ↪ kay ✧— the song of sway lake ↪ charlotte sway, nikolai, ollie sway ✧— sonic the hedgehog ↪ amy, bunnie rabbot, cream, emerl, maria robotnik, omega, rouge, shadow, sonic, tails, tikal, vanilla ✧— the umbrella academy ↪ allison hargreeves, ben hargreeves (umbrella or sparrow), diego hargreeves, grace hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, luther hargreeves, reginald hargreeves, viktor hargreeves (open to writing viktor pre-transition as well) ✧— wanted: dead or alive ↪ jason nichols, josh randall

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please do not repost or edit any of my written work without my explicit permission. i reserve the right to refuse any requests for any reason.

#about writing requests

[roleplay-finder]

hello! 25+ f seeking other misfits and bad samaritan roleplayers!  who i'm comfortable writing:

- nathan young (primary) - simon bellamy - sean falco (primary) - riley seabrook - katie hopgood - derek sandoval - cale erendreich 

who i'm seeking:

- any misfit chararacter but especially simon or kelly - any bad samaritan character but especially cale or derek

on shipping: i'm open to exploring almost any ship, but am partial to nathan/simon and sean/katie or sean/riley (a will/hannibal-esque sean/cale could be discussed) 

on trigger warnings: i have no triggers, but please be aware that my personal interpretation of nathan and simon's canon contain sensitive themes such as sexual abuse and suicide. i'm happy to gloss over these things for the comfort of my partner, just understand that whether they are explicitly stated or not, they are core aspects of my characters' behavior and personal trauma.

on genres: i'm happy to write any genre and am partial to angst, hurt/comfort, and romance. i'll discuss nsfw headcanons but will only write smut once we've written a little together and i'm comfortable.

if you're interested, please like/reblog this and i'll get in contact with you! thanks!

#submission

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Violent in Nature (Bad Samaritan Drabble)

Cale Erendreich x Masc!Reader (FTM specific) 18+ ONLY / requests are OPEN

Summary: Cale catches you doing something you shouldn't be.

CW: cnc- it's Cale, smut

Bad Samaritan: @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“What the fuck are you doing?” 

Well, shit. You supposed out of all the ways to get taken out, being caught masturbating in your boyfriend's bed with one of his shirts pressed to your nose wasn’t one of the worst. It could be a lot worse. Maybe you could convince him to let you finish before he murdered you and tossed you into whichever pit was furthest away and least likely to get him caught. 

“F-fuck, Cale-” you stuttered, fingers ceasing their assault on your clit. You sat up, chest heaving. Cale was leaning in the doorway, a knowing smirk on his lips. 

“Are you fucking touching yourself to the smell of my shirt? Fuck, you’re a filthy man, aren’t you?” Cale tuts, pushing himself off the doorframe and walking around to the side of the bed next to you. You can see the way his gaze hones in on the flush of your cheeks and the thin sheen of sweat that’s covering your face. “Give me that.” 

Cale takes the shirt off you, and you yelp in surprise. 

“Lay down. Yes, like that.” 

You lay back as requested, heart hammering in your chest. Where this was going was completely and utterly lost on you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still throbbing between your thighs. 

“Touch yourself. I didn’t fucking say stop.” 

You do as you’re told, fingers trailing back over your tummy and softly circling your clit. A breath of relief escapes you and Cale hums thoughtfully. 

“C-Cale, sir-” you whimper, hips beginning to twitch as you build yourself back up. Cale didn’t reply, just continued to watch your expressions as you got higher and higher, that peak coming into view. He’s still fisting at the shirt in his hand and you have barely a second to think about it before he’s got it pressed over your mouth and nose. 

“Uh-uh– don’t fight. I said don’t fucking fight-” Cale says dangerously as your breathing is cut off. Despite the flight response kicking in, your fingers rub faster and you twist your hips to bring yourself to a position where you can slide a finger or two inside yourself. “There’s a good boy. Better.” 

You feel your lungs start to burn, though the panic is pushed back by the pleasure you’re giving yourself.

“I’m not going to let you breathe until you cum,” Cale warns. “Pathetic boy, huh? Yeah. That’s exactly what you are.” 

You cry out, using up what precious little oxygen you have left. And then you make eye contact, and the pure lust displayed there makes you cum. 

Harsh jolts of pleasure wrack your spine, violent in nature. 

You realise belatedly that you’re breathing again. Cale has removed the shirt from your face and has thrown it into the corner of the room where the laundry basket sits. Your fingers rub tight little circles on your clit as you come down from the high, wringing every last drop of pleasure from yourself. 

“Good.”

Man of few words, Cale. Not that you’d complain. 

Slowly your heaving breaths slowed until you were just enjoying the endorphins in your system. 

You might have to do this again. Not that you’d advise that. But you were never one to make the best decisions anyway.

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Cale Erendreich NSFW Alphabet

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Fic type: headcanons, smut

Bad Samaritan: @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cale is not generally huge on cuddles after sex (or cuddles generally) but after a bit of a marathon, he will make sure you eat, drink and get cleaned up properly. If needed, he will also patch you up. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on his partner is their neck. Cale loves a pretty neck. His favourite part of his own body is his brain.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cale loves it when you swallow his cum. Nothing makes him feel more in control than having you swallow his cum. Especially when he has a tight grip on your chin when you do it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One of Cale’s dirty secrets is that salsa music tends to turn him on. There’s just something about the sensuality of it, and the way your bodies move together when the music plays that gets him going. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cale has plenty of experience and definitely knows how you tick. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cale’s favourite position is having you bent in half on the bed in front of him. He loves to pin your knees to your chest and have you completely exposed to him. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cale is not at all goofy during sex. He is almost always completely serious. The only time he’s not completely serious is when he lets a tad of emotion through and is a bit more romantic with you. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Cale is well-groomed everywhere. He doesn’t like pubic hair on himself. He doesn’t really mind what his partner does as long as they’re clean. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cale is not overly romantic in the moment. When he is, he’s usually just- less physically domineering. Less rough. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Cale doesn’t really jack off, but when he does it’s usually because he knows he’s tightly wound and needs the chemical release to make his system recalibrate. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, what kink doesn’t Cale have? Knifeplay, choking, gunplay- you name it, to be honest. He will even indulge you in spitplay if its something you really want. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in the house.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Salsa as we discussed before, but also bratty behaviour. The chance to put you in your place that gives you both pleasure. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There isn’t much Cale won’t do, but he is very big on consent. (cnc is okay, though, of course)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

His preference is for receiving, but he doesn’t mind giving either. If he can make his partner cum on his tongue, he’s a content man. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on Cale’s mood. If he’s correcting behaviour, he’s hard and fast and rough. If he’s feeling sentimental or romantic, he will still be rough, but a little slower. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Cale doesn’t mind a quickie before work (or during), but they’re not super common. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. Cale is Mayor of Riskville. Cale is game to experiment and try new things, but you will usually need to be the one to bring them up. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Cale can go for two-three rounds, but can and will fuck you in other ways past that many if the need or desire arises. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cale owns toys but not for him. He owns toys for his partner to use on them. But only when he says so. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cale can be completely unfair. He loves to tease and wind you up just to watch you squirm.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Cale isn’t super loud, but he does grunt and pant a lot. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cale loves anal. That’s it- that’s the HC. There’s just something about fucking his partners’ ass that just really does it for him. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Cale is thin, but not super long. About six inches. And he leans to the right. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Cale’s sex drive isn’t really quantifiable. It just seems to naturally match his partners’ sex drive and what they’re after. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cale doesn’t fall asleep super quickly after sex. He doesn’t sleep a whole lot in general, to be honest.

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Keep You Like An Oath

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) Cale doesn't like your gift -- in fact, he hates it in all the right ways.

Soundtrack: Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut. Degradation, CNC, Bondage (?), Fingerfucking, Choking, Squirting, Overstimulation.

"What the fuck is this?" Cale asked, holding up a set of black lace lingerie in one hand. That alone would be nondescript, if he didn't also have, in his other hand, the custom collar you'd had made to your exact specifications as a special gift for his birthday.

It was a beautiful thing -- absolutely luxurious -- made with black lambskin leather, lined with the softest mink fur you'd ever felt, and studded with 24-karat gold. The ring, too, was made of gold, and proudly dangling from it was another custom piece -- a gold tag, shaped like a heart and inlaid with many glittering rubies. Emblazoned in red was the engraving "CE's Bitch."

You were rather proud of it, if you did say so yourself.

"How much did I spend on this?" he asked, tossing the collar in front of you. It landed right at your feet. "The rubies alone must've been worth a fortune."

You swallowed thickly and picked the piece up. You had the good sense to look afraid and ashamed, but internally you couldn't help but admire it.

"Fucking answer me, bitch!" Cale commanded, and your eyes shot up to meet his. He was glowering. In fact, he looked quite ready to kill you.

"T-ten thousand," you whimpered.

"Ten -- ten fucking thousand?"

You should've been running for your life, praying to any and every god you could think of he wouldn't catch you. You should've, at the very least, feared for your life. And maybe you did, a little bit. But mostly, you felt a tightening in your gut and a rush of slick coating your panties.

You could see it in Cale's eyes that he knew -- sometimes you could swear he smelled the arousal on you.

"Fucking hell," he growled, running his recently emptied hand through his hair. "For ten grand, the sex better be fucking incredible." You blinked up at him. "Well? Go put it on," he commanded, throwing the lingerie at you.

You caught it and hurried out of the room.

Cale wasn't known for his patience, so you changed as quickly as was physically possible, secured the collar, and padded out into the sitting room. He watched as you dutifully came to stand in front of him, eyes cast upwards to stare at him longingly.

"Good girl," he told you, and when your lips tilted up for a brief moment, his did the same. "Such an obedient little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes," you answered easily.

Cale lazily looped two fingers through the ring of your collar and waited for you to get complacent before he yanked you forward. You yelped as you were suddenly displaced, though you quickly felt his arms circle your shoulders. Around the same time, his lips crashed into yours.

You moaned into the kiss, all but melting at his touch. You knew he wouldn't stay this gentle, so you happily enjoyed these few tender moments while they lasted.

Which wasn't very long at all.

He pulled away and stoically pulled you by the collar over to the sofa. You knew, generally, what was about to happen, but not enough to prepare yourself to be thrown into the cushions.

You landed with a pitiful squeak, and then Cale was on you. He had one knee between your legs and one at your hip, while his arms further pinned you down. Escape wasn't impossible -- he made sure of that (though not exactly for your benefit) -- but it was unlikely.

"What should I do with you?" he asked himself as one of his hands began roaming across your body.

He teased you mercilessly, making sure to drag his thumb over your nipple, or to grip your hip hard enough to bruise, or to pinch your skin in any place he saw fit. Your body jerked into him each time, trying desperately to fool you, all the while heat pooled in your core and slick gathered in your cunt.

"What do you want?" he asked you only after he'd turned you into a mewling mess, desperate for his cock.

"P-please fuck me," you begged, clutching at him. "I need y-you inside me."

"Need what inside you? Be very specific for me, you fucking whore."

"Your cock -- please, I need your cock!"

For a moment, he looked disarmingly kind. He smiled so sweetly and placed a kiss to your forehead. You blinked up in confusion, just to see him shift back to cold and dangerous.

"No."

"C-Cale, please --"

You yelped at the sudden intrusion of his fingers into your cunt, reflexively grabbing his wrist to stabilize yourself.

"Calm the fuck down," he ordered, though for a second his gaze once again betrayed him -- filled, just for a moment, with genuine concern. When you released his wrist and settled back into the cushions, he continued as if nothing had happened.

"The next time," he started, punctuating his words with a hard thrust of his thumb to your clit, "you feel like spending ten thousand fucking dollars," and this time he withdrew his fingers just to slam them back home, "remember this moment."

You nodded distractedly, hips twitching in a desperate bid for his touch.

He acquiesced, thrusting again and again until he'd found a rhythm that had you moaning his name.

"You're such a goddamn slut. Look at you, you're a fucking mess, just from my fingers." He made sure to drive his point home by driving his fingers into your core. "You're so wet, and for what? Fingerfucking? God, you're such a pathetic little bitch."

You all but wailed as he rammed his fingers into your G-spot and clit simultaneously, cunt clenching for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Fuck, you're such a tight little whore. Maybe you do need my cock inside you."

You moaned in response.

He quieted then, focused on bringing you to orgasm. His fingers slammed home again, pressing against your G-spot and clit a few last times to push you over the edge.

You screamed as you unraveled, legs quaking against his from the strain of being held open as your hips jerked to chase that high. His fingers stayed inside you -- hell, continued fucking you -- until you stilled but for your panting breaths.

"Good girl," he murmured against your cheek when he leant down to plant a gentle kiss there. "You're so good for me."

You wordlessly wrapped your arms around his neck and drew him in for an embrace in response. You could feel his breath dance across your skin, could feel his lips press to your shoulder, could feel him nuzzle into your throat. Felt, more than heard, him whisper "I love you."

You froze, and he seemed to realize what he'd done as he froze too. Only for a moment, though -- the next, his hand was wrapped tightly around your throat and he was glaring down at you as if you'd gravely insulted him.

You realized, as you struggled for air, that he'd never taken his fingers out of your cunt. Your walls squeezed around them in anticipation, which only grew as you took in his wicked smirk.

"P-please," you gasped, eyes losing focus from the lack of oxygen. Neither hand let up. If anything, the one at your throat tightened in response, while the one half-buried in your cunt gave a sharp thrust that forced a breathless squeal from you.

"God, you sound like a fucking pig," he spat, twisting his fingers to hit your G-spot roughly. Your whole body twitched aggressively as a jolt of pleasure and pain shot through you. "How pathetic do you have to be to get off to this?"

You started off moaning in reply, but the sound quickly escalated to a shriek as his fingers took up an absolutely brutal pace fucking you.

It wasn't long before you were caught in a silent, air-deprived scream as he brought you to another orgasm, your pussy sorely constricting around his fingers.

And yet, even through and beyond your second orgasm, he didn't let up on fingerfucking you brainless -- though, blessedly, he did release his hold on your throat long enough for you to chase away that dark edge around your vision.

You whimpered as his hand slotted back into place around your bruising neck, whimpered as he brought you to yet another orgasm. There were tears in your eyes as more pain than pleasure built in your core.

"What's your record for consecutive orgasms?" he asked you, as if you had a single functioning brain cell left with which to answer. Luckily, he didn't need you to. "Four? We're just one off now... I think you're desperate enough for more. Think you can take six, you fucking whore? I bet you could take more, you're such a fucking slut."

You wanted to shake your head, considered maybe even asking him to stop -- but all thoughts were forcefully vacated from your mind as he made quick work of your ability to focus with just one dig of his fingers into your G-spot. Another followed, then another, until you were a squealing, shaking mess.

You wriggled in an attempt to escape the oncoming orgasm, but Cale's hand on your throat kept you pinned. Wailing, you came undone with full force, body quaking and fluid gushing from your cunt to coat his fingers and the sofa beneath you.

"Fuck," he grunted, "did you just squirt?" He asked as if you had any ability to answer. "You're cleaning that up."

That would have to be a problem for Later You. The problem for Now You was still ongoing, as Cale was clearly intent on a fifth orgasm despite how overstimulated you were, how bruised you were, how broken you were.

But you couldn't protest -- not because of any physical constraints. The moment you even so much as mouthed your safe word, he'd stop. But despite the pain and bruising and your body begging for relief, you simply didn't want to stop him.

So through tears and bruises he brought you to yet another orgasm that left you screaming.

After that, he withdrew from you, and you thought your ordeal was over. He pulled your limp body up by the ring on your collar and wrapped you in his arms, pressing his lips to your sweat-slicked temple. "One more," he said gently. "Just one more. I know you've got it in you."

Your head rolled as you attempted to nod.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?"

You rolled your head again.

"You've been so good for me. I think you've more than earned my cock. Wouldn't you agree, my sweet little bunny?"

You felt a rush of arousal in your cunt and forced yourself to really nod.

You were sore -- so very, very sore. Bruised, even. You thought you might die if you came again. But you wanted his cock inside you.

No. You desperately needed it inside you.

He rearranged your bodies so that he was in the place you'd been occupying, with you on top straddling his lap. You were too limp to be much help, little more than a drooling mess on his shoulder, so he did all the work getting his cock out and lining it up with your pussy.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he ran a hand through your hair down to your neck, where he stopped to hold you close and steady. "Are you ready, bunny?" he asked softly. The gaze you lay on him was heavy and hazy, but it came with a nod. Another kiss was planted on your cheek, and then he thrust up.

You mewled as your cunt contracted weakly when it found itself suddenly filled. He gave you a moment to adjust, whispering sweet nothings until your body relaxed around him. Then, slowly, he pulled his hips back, just to thrust up again.

Carefully, after he'd found a slow and steady beat that wasn't too demanding of you, his hand trailed down to your clit and started looping it in lazy circles.

Despite the pain that made you want to sob, you moaned into his shoulder as the muscles in your core began coiling.

But Cale was nothing if not careful, and any time he felt you get too close, he paused his ministrations, letting you come down before starting up again.

It wasn't so much that he didn't want you to cum -- you knew, somewhere in the fog, that he wanted that more than anything. More than that, though, you suspected he probably wanted you to share your last orgasm with him.

You wanted that, too, despite what you had to go through to get there.

He was getting closer, now, though. His slow and steady thrusts were getting harder and more erratic. His fingers on your clit were growing clumsier. And he didn't bother stopping when he could tell you were getting close.

Another minute and he stilled, cock twitching inside you. A moment later and warmth flooded your cunt, pushing you over the edge into your sixth orgasm. You jerked weakly, hips twitching to escape his still circling fingers. They slowed but didn't stop until you'd come all the way down.

"That's it," he cooed into your ear, kissing a spot on your jaw just below it. "That's a good girl. God, you were so good tonight, bunny." Knowing it was over, you flushed at his praise, looking up at him with a hazy gaze and a fuckdumb smile. "Oh, look at you," he said, beaming as he took you in. "You're gorgeous. Perfect, even."

You made tired, indecipherable sounds as he placed a kiss onto your drool-slicked lips. "Let's get you to bed, now," he said softly, carefully moving to a stand and taking you with him. "I'm afraid you might drown or fall if we try to clean you up tonight."

You didn't protest as he carried you through the house, up the stairs, and into his room. Hell, you weren't even awake when he laid you gently on the bed and pulled the covers over you, nor when he slipped in beside you and pulled you flush against his chest.

And you certainly weren't awake when he whispered "I love you" into your ear.

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Not The Bamboo Sheets (Bad Samaritan Drabble)

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Cale has some bratty behaviour to correct.

Fic type: smut lite

Bad Samaritan: @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @madspads @merrilark @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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You were quite disappointed actually that Cale had ruined your nice, new bamboo sheets like this. In your defence, you hadn’t meant to act bratty. You’d just had some leftover attitude from work and accidentally let it slip when Cale was just a touch too brooding when you got home. 

How that devolved into him ripping up your bamboo sheets into strips to tie you to the chair in front of the bed was more of a blur, and you were quite angry that he’d done it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably retaliate and break his fancy computer keyboard or something. 

But you did know better than that, and because you valued your life, you were not about to break anything of his. At least Cale would replace the sheets. Probably. 

“Are you going to behave?” Cale asked. He was standing before you with his arms crossed, remote in hand. He’d tied you to the chair so tight that you could not move a millimetre, never mind enough to get yourself out of this punishment. 

“Maybe,” you egged, giving him a proper glare that just, as usual, withered and died before it even made contact. The man was impervious. 

Cale didn’t reply, just nodded to himself in a way that expressed just how unsurprised he was by that answer. This only irritated you further, of course, and you sneered at him. 

Then he clicked the button on the remote and snickered as you yelped. Actually snickered. Cale and snickering were really not two things that went hand in hand in your opinion, but you couldn’t really focus on that right this minute as the vibrating wand was increased in power, rubbing right against that spot that was just a little too sensitive for that right off the bat. 

“Fuck, ow- Cale,” you complained, though he didn’t seem to care all that much. Not that you’d expected him to. He’d so kindly tied you so that you could still adjust your hips over the wand, and so you re-angled yourself so that the wand was vibrating against you much more pleasurably. 

You let out a moan, and Cale smirked. He strode towards you, placing one hand on the back of the chair and pushing it backwards. You shrieked, chest heaving as your heart battered against your ribcage out of fright. 

You were not a huge fan of the fact that he was the only thing holding you up right now from falling backwards and clattering onto the floor. Mind you, if he wasn’t pushing the chair back, you wouldn’t need to worry about it either. 

“Try it one more time for me,” he growled intensely. “Are you going to behave.” 

It wasn’t even a question- there was no room for argument. 

“Y-yes,” you whispered back, grinding against the wand. “Yes sir.” 

Cale let you go, righting the chair once more. He pulled a stool closer so he could sit in front of you and watch as you came apart for him however many times he wanted, in whatever ways he wanted. 

“Right. Let’s get started then.” 

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Enough of You to Dull the Pain

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) You think that maybe exaggerating how you're feeling will lead to more cuddles. Instead... well...

Soundtrack: Twin Skeleton's (Hotel in NYC) by Fall Out Boy

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut. Choking / Suffocating / Drowning. CNC. No one dies but at least one person in this fic is getting a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Cale," you whimper, arms around your middle and clutching in pain. "Cale, it hurts so bad."

"What does, bunny?" he asks, holding an arm out for you to join him at his desk. You painfully pad into his embrace, and he carefully pulls you into his lap, all without once sparing you a glance.

"My everything," you say softly, dropping your head onto his shoulder with a pout.

He finally looks down to you, gaze sympathetic. "Did you eat something?" he asks. When you nod, he continues, "maybe it was bad."

"Maybe," you whimper, nuzzling closer. "I don't feel sick, though... just... hurty."

"Hurty, huh?" You don't miss the hint of amusement in his voice. "Are you on your period?" As you shake your head, you hear a soft tsk. Then his arms are around you, and he's easily picking you up. All you offer him by way of protest is a tiny sound of surprise.

He carries you into the bathroom and sets you down on the edge of the tub. "This'll help," he tells you as he runs the water. A gentle kiss is placed on your forehead, and then he's pulling away. You watch as he walks over to the cabinet, pulling out all his home spa goods. Your favorite face mask, shampoo and conditioner, oils, anything and everything.

He pools everything beside you, then looks up and sets about examining you. You whimper at his touch, which immediately softens. He checks your eyes, your forehead, your gums. It's a little strange, how used to this you are, but you don't complain as he continues.

Soon, your top is off, along with your bra, and he's tenderly checking your breasts. You release a low whine as his thumb brushes over your nipple, and he shoots you a knowing smirk before he gently kisses the bud and moves on.

Next, his fingers dig into your abdomen. It's nothing any doctor wouldn't do. Yet, at the barest touch, you all but cry out, hands darting out to clutch at his wrist in an attempt to stop him.

"Oh, there it is," he says softly. He apologizes by pulling you close and planting a kiss to your temple. You sink into his touch, unwilling to part from him even as he shifts to turn the water off.

Truth be told, while you are in quite a bit of pain, it's not really as bad as you're letting on. Honestly, you just want him to hold you. But when he's working, it's hard to get him to pay much attention to you.

You weren't expecting the bath, or for him to be quite this attentive. But you'll take it. Why wouldn't you? Any attention from Cale is good attention.

He's testing the water when you pull away from him, and as he does he hums in satisfaction. "That should be perfect for you, bunny."

He pulls away from you, only to pull you up to a stand. The stress on your stomach makes you whimper, but his kiss quickly chases it away. Slowly, carefully, he helps you out of your bottom layers, before he picks you up again and eases you gently into the water.

It's so hot it practically feels like it's melting you, and the moan you release isn't quite as innocent as you'd maybe have hoped -- if you were paying any attention.

You look up to Cale, and don't fail to notice the smug look he's wearing. "Oh, shut up," you whimper. He only laughs in response.

Another thing you don't fail to notice is the way his sleeves are now soaked from lowering you into the water. You think he'll be angry, but when he looks down he simply rolls his sleeves up with a shrug.

"Babe," you say softly, and his eyes are suddenly on you. "Can you massage my legs?"

"Oh, your legs are hurting now?" he asks, a playfully suspicious look in his eyes.

"Well... no... but I'd still feel better..."

He sighs for effect before he grabs the massage oil and sits down on the other side of the tub. He dabs some of the oil in his palm, closes the bottle, and puts it off to the side, then starts rubbing his hands together to warm the oil up. You watch his each and every movement, enraptured by him.

There's barely a moment for him to motion for your leg. You see his hand flex, and immediately profer the limb, draping your right leg over his lap. If he's upset about the way his trousers are now soaked, he makes no mention of it. Instead, he starts working his hands into your calf muscles, digging deep to reach the muscles that need the most attention.

He finishes with a kiss to the inside of your ankle. You withdraw your right leg and offer your left in its place. He repeats the motions, and ends that leg off with the same gesture.

"How are you feeling now?" he asks as he looks you over.

Forgetting your cover in your relaxed state, you moan, "just perfect."

You can tell by the way his eyes sharpen that you've made a mistake. Despite the nearly scalding water surrounding you, a chill dances down your spine as he drops down, hands clutching the lip of the tub on either side as he hovers over you, effectively trapping you in the water.

"I'm sorry," he starts, a dramatic flair of disbelief in his voice, "were you pretending to be sick so I'd pamper you?"

"Wh-what," you gasp, "no! No, of course not! I... I just kind of... maybe exaggerated... just a little, though, I swear!"

The way he looks at you is downright murderous, and there's no relief as he pulls back, nor as he gets up. And there's none when he starts slowly, tauntingly stripping his clothes off.

You watch in horror and fascination as he makes a show of it, his fingers lingering as he undoes each button of his shirt, as he unbuckles his belt, as he pulls down his fly. Your mouth is dry in fear, and yet you try to swallow thickly in anticipation.

He loses articles of clothing as he makes his way back to the tub, fully nude by the time he clambers in on top of you. All you can think for a moment is how fortunate it is that his tub is huge, so that you both fit easily.

All thoughts are chased away when his hand is suddenly on your throat and your head is forced back into the water.

You know you shouldn't scream, that it'll just waste air. But the sound tears out of you anyway, sending a plume of bubbles up to the surface. Even as your hands claw desperately at Cale's forearm, your hips give a weak thrust as a thrill shoots down to your cunt.

He holds you under just until the edge of too long. And then you're yanked back up, and his hold loosens just enough for you to cough and wheeze air back into your aching lungs.

"C-Cale--"

You're back under again, and this time the jolt between your legs is powerful enough to make you gasp.

You're wracked with coughs, and you don't realize you're not in the water anymore until Cale's mouth is crushed to yours. You think maybe he's giving you mouth-to-mouth, but eventually even your panicked brain knows that he's just roughly kissing you as your body dispels the water on its own.

He shifts so that he's poised above you, a predator ready to claim his kill.

"Cale?" you whimper, but he doesn't respond. "Cale--"

With a snap of his hips, his cock is thrust inside you. Keening, tears form in your eyes and your nails dig deep into his arm, still locked on your throat.

"Cale," you wheeze, desperately.

"Deep breath," he warns, and you barely have enough time to obey before he plunges you back into the water. He sinks his cock deeper at the same time, and you struggle not to cry out.

Each of his thrusts is brutally sharp, causing burning pain inside and dull, bruising pain outside. But all you can do is hold your breath and hope you can hold out -- hell, your life literally depends on it.

It doesn't take much for you to realize, even as your vision starts to darken around the edges and your mind gets hazy, that this isn't sex for him so much as Cale using you as a masturbatory aid.

Not that you mind -- you'd be perfectly wet for him, if not for the water.

And, even as the darkness closes in and you find it harder to think, you can feel pleasure growing. It's tightening in the pit of your stomach, heating you up in a way the water surrounding you never could.

Your mind, too fuzzy to focus on much of anything, wonders idly if Cale is talking to you from above the water, or if he really is just using you.

The thought, fleeting as it is, has you bucking your hips in wanton need. Cale's hand tightens around your throat, and now you're not sure if you're about to die by suffocation or drowning.

The hand on your throat presses harder down, and your ever-drifting mind connects it with his cock twitching inside you, followed by a surge of warmth spilling into your cunt.

With him finishing, you finally reach the end of your limits. Your body thrashes weakly in a desperate bid to get to air, to breathe, to live. As it does, you feel a hand at your pussy, two fingers sinking in to your cunt while the thumb plays at your clit.

You realize you're going to die, but at least Cale is sending you out with one last orgasm.

Between the air deprivation making you deliriously ecstatic, even as your body twitches in a last-ditch effort to breathe, and the hand in your cunt rocking your body with pleasure, it doesn't take long for you to reach that peak.

Your whole body goes into a rigid arch, thighs and cunt working together to crush the hand driving you to orgasm. And you can't help it, can't control it. With the last molecule of air left in your lungs, you scream.

And then you take a desperate breath in, and everything goes dark.

When you wake up, everything is sore. Your chest, your throat, your cunt. It takes you a few minutes to work through the haze, to remember why you hurt everywhere.

The next thing you take stock of is the present. You're swaddled in enough warm blankets to supply an army, and you've been laid in Cale's bed. You wonder if he's with you, until you feel something tighten around your waist and lips press to your cheek.

"You had me worried there for a second," he whispers.

You let out a breezy laugh. "You? Worried?"

"You didn't take to CPR right away," he informs you.

"Oh."

He continues, "and you've been out all day."

"Oh," you say again.

"Would you like something to eat?" he asks, as if your very near death hadn't just been the topic of conversation.

"I... yeah," you reply. You realize then that you are hungry, anyway.

"You should start with something easy. I'll make you some soup."

He withdraws and gets up, laying another kiss to your cheek as he passes.

When he gets back, you've already fallen back asleep. Your breathing is still labored and raspy. There's a twinge of guilt in his heart when he hears it. Not nearly as big or devastating as the one he felt when he thought he'd killed you, but still much more than he's used to.

He sighs, placing the soup on the nightstand beside you. Carefully, he slips into his place behind you, pulling you gently closer and holding you protectively while he waits for you to wake up again.

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Your Body's a Secret Girl and You're About to Spill It

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: (18+) Cale's got that magic touch.

Soundtrack: Russian Unicorn by Bad Lip Reading

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut. Fingerfucking. Edging (I caved and looked it up).

It started off normal, or at least that's what Cale thought.

He thought you just really liked holding hands. You didn't even twine your fingers with his the first few times, waiting until he was more comfortable with the contact before making it even more intimate.

But you'd quickly moved on from that to playing with his fingers.

Sometimes it was idle. The two of you would be sitting together, reading or watching a movie, and your hands would be touching his. Always. Every chance you had. It was so persistent that he'd gotten in the habit of offering his hand the moment you sat with him, and you never once rejected the offer.

Sexually speaking, he'd noticed pretty much right away the power his hands had over you. The first time you got down on your knees in front of him, you spent almost as much time sucking his middle finger as you did his cock -- not that he was complaining, it was definitely hot.

The first time he'd gone down on you, he'd entangled one hand with yours while the other played over your body. Your hand, even as he brought you to orgasm, had been toying with his.

And now, he was finally putting his hands to good use -- proper use, you'd argue.

He had you sprawled naked in his bed. His teeth were digging into your throat. One of his hands held yours high above your head, helplessly clutching at him and desperately in need of providing yourself with some relief.

His other hand was at the apex of your thighs, two of his fingers buried inside you.

"C-Cale," you panted as he thrust those fingers particularly deep. "Please."

He could feel by the way your body tightened around him that you were close. A few more beats against the deliciously sensitive spot he'd been hammering at would have you tipping over the edge.

Instead, his fingers stilled inside you. Your walls continued flexing while your haze cleared.

"Cale..." Your desperate whine was music to his ears. He felt your nails biting into the delicate skin of his hand, suspected there may even be blood, but he didn't care. His sole focus was you.

Teasingly, his hand moved in one torturously slow thrust, his fingers just managing to brush against that spot inside you. You keened, body tensing around him as your hips rolled desperately.

"Be still," he commanded you, and with great difficulty you managed to plant your hips back down on the bed. "Good bunny," he praised you, his teeth at your throat replaced by a gentle kiss.

Another taunting thrust had you whimpering, and when he looked into your eyes he saw tears there -- no doubt from frustration, but he also imagined there was likely some pain there as well.

"You're being so good for me, bunny," he sighed into your neck, thrusting his fingers inside you again. This thrust was harder, sharper, meant to hit you suddenly and send a jolt of pleasure through you. It worked, if that delectable cry you just released was anything to go by.

He chuckled into your sensitive skin. "That's it. You're so close, aren't you?"

You were so fraught that you couldn't even verbally answer him, answering instead with a nod as a low whine escaped you.

"All right, I'll give you what you want," he purred, fingers lightly grazing against that spot again and making you cry out.

Instead of bringing you to orgasm, though, his fingers stilled again and withdrew until only the tips were left inside you, pressing teasingly to your entrance.

"Cale, I swear to fucking God," you hissed, and he laughed, pressing a kiss to first your cheek then your lips.

It was all the encouragement he needed, but the way your fingers flexed annoyedly in his helped, as well.

He saw words die on your lips as he thrust his fingers in harshly, battering into any and every place inside you that could possibly bring you pleasure. He saw your eyes flutter closed, saw the way your throat danced in a silent scream as he pounded away, and finally, blessedly, saw your whole body go rigid as you unraveled around him. He continued thrusting even as your hips bucked wildly in a poor attempt at escape, and he continued even as you started coming down, eyes glazed over with a post-orgasm fog.

It wasn't until you were a limp and panting mess, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, that he withdrew his fingers from you. You were wordless, eyes barely tracking him in your delirious haze as he shifted to hover on top of you. And even as he pressed his cock to your entrance you said nothing.

The only indication he had that you were aware was the squeeze of your hand, still holding onto his, and the brief nod of consent you gave before he snapped his hips forward, plunging himself inside you.

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Dumb Ways To Die

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: Cale finds out what his nickname in your phone is and he is none too pleased about it.

Soundtrack: Dumb Ways to Die by Tangerine Kitty

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich. Some sexual references, but no smut (sorry).

"Hey, bunny, can you come here real quick?" Cale calls you from the kitchen. With a yawn and a stretch you pad over, stopping short when you see your phone in his hand. "I just texted you," he began, tone curious. That explained the signature alert you'd set up just for him. "And what do I see on your screen but... fucking Kale Smoothie."

Of all the ways you could've met your end, this is maybe the dumbest. Like, literally, to be murdered by your boyfriend because you gave him a stupid nickname in your phone -- Top Three dumbest ways to die. Maybe even Top One.

You swallow pathetically, staring at him with owlish eyes.

He sees the fear -- hell, you're pretty sure he can smell it, and you know, you just know, that he's getting hard at the thought. At least he was going to be kind enough to let you cum one last time.

"I'm not angry," he cuts through your spiraling thoughts, "I'm... disappointed."

Oh. Somehow that's worse.

"It's not very clever, is it?" he asks you as he stalks nearer. You whimper at his approach, backing away until you're pinned against the fridge. "I mean, Cale-amari is right there. Or Cale-ifornia."

You blink up at him stupidly.

"Oh, come on. They're not that bad. Not as bad as Kale Smoothie, that's for sure."

You stare in silence for a few more seconds before a nervous, barking laugh pours forth from your throat. "Oh, my God," you wheeze in between bouts of laughter. "You're upset about my pun?" You can't help the relief tainting your voice.

You know Cale hears it, because a hand is suddenly on your throat. There's no pressure, you can breathe freely and even continue to laugh if you want. But you cut yourself off, staring up at him instead.

"It's a very bad pun, bunny," he growls in warning, though he's blessedly unable to control the light, amused smirk on his face.

"All the best ones are, Smoothie."

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Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) Truth or Dare doesn't go quite how Cale expected it to.

Soundtrack: One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut. Loss of Control. Restraints. Anxiety. CNC. Dommy Mommy.

"What's your biggest turn on?" you ask Cale as you take a sip of the cheapest beer you could find, despite Cale's many, many protests.

"Your tits are divine," he answers quickly and simply, opting for a sip of expensive wine instead of the beer you'd insisted on. "Truth or dare."

You hum as you mull it over for a moment. "Truth."

"What do you love most about me?" he asks you with a cocky grin. You want to smack it off his face and kiss it all at once.

"That even when you drive me up the wall I still want to fuck you."

This pulls a laugh from him. "You know, you're not the first girlfriend to say that."

"Oh, I bet not," you chuckle through a sip of beer. "Your turn. Truth or dare."

"Dare."

He says it so calmly, so confidently, with no hesitation whatsoever. It strikes you, then -- he trusts you. At least, as much as Cale is capable of trusting anyone other than himself. You hope he doesn't come to regret that, even as you say,

"I dare you to let me take control."

The jovial expression falls from his face, and suddenly he looks -- oh, you're pretty sure that's anger. Real, genuine anger. "Absolutely not."

It's so final, so aggravatingly Cale.

"Nope," you protest, getting up from your chair. You pad over to him, gently easing yourself into his lap. Your legs straddle his, and your body effectively pins him to his seat. "That's not how the game works. You chose dare, now you have to live with the consequences."

Oh, if looks could kill. You can imagine the things playing in Cale's mind behind those murderous eyes. Honestly, his rage is kind of hot, if the slick you feel starting to gather in your panties is anything to go by.

Your hands make quick work of his tie, and though he glares daggers at you, he doesn't stop you. Even as you slip that gorgeous silk tie from his neck. And even as you lean down and take his hands in yours. And not even when you use that tie to bind those pretty hands of his behind the chair.

He tests the restraint as you shift back up, and through the anger, you can see a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Oh, good," you purr lightly. "You like my handiwork."

"You did learn it from the best," he growls, rough and deep in his throat. Oh, you can't wait for him to punish you for this.

"I did," you agree, moving to a stand. He watches as you shimmy your panties down your legs, leaving everything else on and -- very carefully -- refusing him a glance at your cunt.

When you return atop his lap, it's with your panties still in hand. He gives them an anxiously curious glance, and because his eyes aren't focused on you, he misses the wicked smile playing across your lips.

You lift your hand so he has a better view of the garment. "Open up, babe."

"Wha--" While his mouth is open and he's confused, you stuff your panties inside, relishing in the way his eyes widen in horror, even as you feel his cock stir beneath you.

His breaths are starting to become shorter, more jagged. You put a hand to his heart, and feel it hammering wildly against its cage.

"Babe, are you okay?" you ask, your gaze soft as you look into his eyes. He simply glares back at you. "We can stop if this is too much." You're once again met with silence, but at least this time you see a slight shake of his head in response, despite the tension in his muscles, in the slight tremor you see in his hands when you look him over.

Technically, the two of you have a safe word. Bucephalus. His idea. But neither of you had ever used it before.

You wondered if maybe this would be the night. If Cale would be the first one to need it. Wouldn't that be ironic?

He continues his silence, not even attempting words with your panties in his mouth. He continues glaring as well, even as you rock your hips and feel his cock straining against his pants.

"Oh, babe," you coo with a smirk, "is this making you hard? Do you like this?" Your teasing earns you an angry grunt at the back of his throat, though he can't mask the way his eyes are leering at you, and he definitely can't hide his erection.

Speaking of that...

Your hands move to his trousers and deftly make quick work of getting them out of the way. His cock bounces free and as it does you hear him release a deep sigh.

You have to bend a little to brush your hands along his length, and the surge of power he feels at seeing you beneath him makes it twitch under your feather-light touch.

His gaze is locked on yours. You see that look he gets, the moment of power he feels. Cruelly, you draw your hand away from him and lean back so that there's little contact between you.

"Ah, ah," you murmur, wagging a finger.

The aggravated sound he makes is wild, like a rabid animal. His hips are an unbroken horse, bucking up desperately for release, and the sudden motion throws you back into him. Your hands jut out, only just stopping you from fully falling into his chest.

You look up at him with a glare and slap his cheek -- not enough to hurt him. Never hurt him. You know he'd never forgive you. But enough to stun him. "You are not in control here," you growl, and he's luckily too shocked to make any sound or movement in protest.

Good.

You push yourself back, though keep one hand clutching his shoulder. Your other snakes over your breasts, and you can tell by the way his eyes lock on that you've caught his rapt attention, and that he wishes he was the one touching those divine tits of yours.

Your hand roughly gropes one, and you let out a moan, the nails of your other hand biting into Cale's shoulder. There's a low keen in his throat as he watches, a desperate need in his eye that even you are starting to become eager to quench.

The hand playing with your breast trails down over your belly and disappears below your skirt, denying Cale the view as your fingers find your clit and start rubbing.

He can't see it, but he knows what you're doing, and he struggles for a moment in desperate need.

You only moan again once you sink your fingers into your cunt, pumping away until you see stars behind your eyes.

It's not until the keen in Cale's throat is loud enough to pierce through your lustful haze that you realize he's so desperate he might be in actual need. You look down to see he's painfully hard.

Oh.

Your fingers withdraw from your cunt, and you use your slick-soaked hand to roughly grab his face, making sure he's looking right at you as you shift on his lap. You hover over his cock for a moment, watching his pupils dilate before you lower yourself onto him.

His length twitches with each inch you sink onto it, until you're finally rested back on his lap, with his cock fully inside you.

"Oh, God," you moan, and you swear the moan he releases alongside yours sounds awfully similar.

His hips buck again, but the glare you send his way stops him from moving again.

His breathing is even more erratic, now, and his heart is beating so hard you can feel it in his cock.

Still, he doesn't relent. Doesn't call for you to stop.

Your hips roll over his, and you find that the relieved moan that grinds through his chest and throat is rather delicious. Wanting to hear it again, you make the same motion again and are rewarded with an identical sound.

"Oh, babe, you sound so perfect right now," you whimper, giving your hips a sharp snap. He grunts in response, arms straining against his restraints.

"Not until I cum, babe," you tell him gently, leaning forward to gently kiss the corner of his mouth. He shoots you a glare, but you see through it easily -- despite his need for control, he's enjoying this.

It's not until a few more thrusts of your hips that you can feel the orgasm pooling in your gut. A few more, and it's near enough for you to chase it, to feel it on the horizon.

"C-Cale," you pant as you drop your forehead to his shoulder, teeth worrying at your lip. "I'm gonna--"

You don't finish. Cale's head drops to rest comfortingly over yours as he feels you unravel on top of him, crying into him as your walls contract around his cock, which only drives him to his own orgasm. He moans as you feel his cock twitch, sending his seed into your cunt and filling you with warmth.

You stay like that as you both come down. You're a panting mess on top of him, but he's surprisingly collected. He also hasn't lifted his head away from you, and you're curious why.

It's only a few moments later you manage to lean down, undoing the knot of his tie and tiredly watching it fall to the ground. He's quick to remove your panties from his mouth, throwing them somewhere off to the side, to be forgotten instantly. After that, his hands are on you, cradling your face with a touch that's surprisingly gentle.

"You did so good, babe," he whispers to you, planting a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you."

You giggle deliriously. "Really? You're not mad?"

"Oh, furious," he reassures you. "But you could only pull that off because you've been paying attention to how I do things."

"You did say I learned from the best, didn't you?"

"I did," he agrees, pulling you closer and pressing a possessive kiss to your cheek. "You're a good student. Too fucking good." He kisses you again as you let out a little giggle. "You might require some... correction."

"Oh, I can't wait."

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