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PAIRING: Caleb/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Masochistic!Caleb, Light Masochism, Dry Humping, Biting, Established Relationship. WORD COUNT: 5,198. SUMMARY: Perhaps he was just privy to keep that secret about him... Too bad you'd always find out everything there was to do with him.

A/N: i need to snatch caleb's soul actually

LADS MASTERLIST

To you, it was nigh impossible to ever catch him off guard, but you supposed if someone were to ask Caleb the same question, the answer would differ heavily.

A full moon had arched itself in the sky by the time you arrived to his home in Skyhaven, nearly rolling your eyes that you no longer needed validation to step onto the premises and a device had all but scanned your features and recognized you the moment you walked on to it and proudly announced your arrival (courtesy of Caleb you knew, after the last time anyone questioned you he took it to heart it’d never happen again). However, it wasn’t like it was a planned appearance – in fact, you weren’t supposed to see each other for another few days, but Caleb had neglected to return your calls for a good few hours and the impulsive burn within you was on your way to Skyhaven the moment you were connected to his voicemail more than once. Your shorts were nearly up your ass as you smoothed them down over your butt and frowned as you made way towards to his door; was he rubbing off on you? No, you told yourself, you answered when he called, but you were beginning to feel more and more obsessed over him than you would’ve rather died than to admit.

Especially to Caleb. You could go without the self-satisfied smile and imaginary tail slamming so hard into the ground behind him it broke over the fact you were so obsessed with him. You’d never hear the end of it…

There was no difficultly to getting into his home, your face already registered there as well and entryway’s dim light still being on was the proof you needed to know that he was home. Your jaw set and you thought heavily of being infatuated enough that you demanded his location and checked it on the daily, then you calmed yourself down as you stepped inside – there was a strong chance he might’ve been just sleeping, you were known to your own long sleeping fits and he was understandable of them, it was only fair for you to do the same. Still, you scowled and shut his door behind you, he could’ve at least called.

“Caleb?” you called out, gently setting your purse onto the table next to the entryway before you slowly walked in further after slipping your shoes off, keeping your wits about you in case he wasn’t there at all. It was doubtful that it would be anyone else though, no one would dare try and break into Caleb’s home – especially regarding the Colonel status. However, everything seemed in place, and an opened bottle of water on the countertop of his kitchen was proof enough that Caleb was home, and then you got annoyed over the idea that he was ignoring you as you picked up the pace and moved further within to his living room.

An intake of breath near the right of you made the hair on your neck rise to attention – the cushion of his couch moving as you whipped around to the noise then sighed at sight of large silhouette you knew all too well sitting atop the couch – him having just watched you the entire time as you peered around for him. He was shrouded in the darkness, the only shine coming from the moonlight reflecting off his windows, and slumped on the couch with an arm curled protectively around his midriff – shirtless, and his sweatpants hanging low on his waist with red stained along the waistband of them. Caleb was nothing short of observant, he probably knew you were in Skyhaven the moment you landed and was told you were there, and the sight of his phone’s light illuminating his bicep opened to the various call logs with your name and picture there, he knew you were coming the moment he didn’t answer your call.

You could only inwardly sigh. Would there ever be a time you’d catch him off guard?

An assumption could be made that you had at that moment in time, hearing the low sigh rumble in his chest as he stretched one leg out and removed his hand from his side, letting you see the cloth dyed in his blood and the laceration along his flesh he was keen keeping on hidden. That was why he wouldn’t answer, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes at his annoying behavior of keeping shit like that hidden from you and he was trying his damnedest to clean it up before you waltzed through the door. A small smirk threatened to break across your face though – you had caught him off guard. He wasn’t thinking you’d show up at all if he didn’t answer.

Caleb hummed and your neck prickled at the burn of his eyes on your bare legs, saving the sensation for a later time as he leaned back in his spot and tipped his head backwards to lie against the back of the couch. The new position let his chest come into view of the moonshine – sheened with sweat and blushing in his frustration before his Adam’s apple bobbed with a very heavy swallow. “Hey.” Was his eventual greeting, your teeth biting into the inside of your lip as you eyed him and his statuesque form, then you squinted at the exhaustion seeping into his voice making him breathy and disgruntled.

Partly you were worried over his injury, and the other part of you was in relief that he was fine, but slightly annoyed he hadn’t thought to perhaps call you if he needed any help. “You didn’t answer my call, so I came here,” you replied flatly, slowly inching towards his obscured figure as you silently closed the distance between the two of you until it was nothing thinning thread of moonshine between your forms. A trick of the light made you think you saw the corner of Caleb’s mouth twitch upwards, before you completely lost focus and instead watched the necklace that laid between his pectorals rise and fall with his long breaths.

“Got caught up. Nothing I can’t handle though,” he sighed, his leg bouncing in its place the longer you took to stand close to him. The moon being the only source of light that saturated through his windows was making it difficult to get a read on his body language, that and his head being tipped back didn’t let you see his expression or his eyes, but to your knowledge the cut there on his side seemed to be the only thing bothering him. You zeroed in on the medical kit sitting next to his other thigh, having to come stand right in-between his spread legs before you saw the shine of his violet eyes a mere second later when you didn’t answer him, “You should make yourself comfortable while I deal with this.”

‘Deal with this’. And he wasn’t even trying any longer.

Caleb had motioned towards the side where the medical kit wasn’t, your lips thinning as you decided to not listen to that and sit on the side where the tear in his skin continued to slowly bleed. And he sighed heavily when you did so. “You’re bleeding.”

Air pushed itself out of his nose – a condescending laugh. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Finally, you relaxed with a hum, reaching forward as you pinched at his cheek and grinned when his lips lifted at the tease, “Don’t be a smartass, give it to me.” With your other palm outwards as your fingers skimmed along his jawline for soothing caress, you curled your fingers for him to hand you the medical kit, seeing as he was getting absolutely nowhere.

As expected, Caleb didn’t budge, and the half-assed excuse that came afterwards was one you’d heard way too many times to the point he was beginning to sound like a broken record. “I don’t want you here thinking you have to take care of me.”

“Who said I do?” you challenged him, not moving from your spot next to him and staring him down until he finally caved in. And it wasn’t but seconds later that he did, the weight of the medical kit in your hand the same time he sighed and lifted his arm up on the back of the couch to let you inspect his injury better. All he needed was a good cleaning and then a stitching, keeping your laugh in at the hot, suck of air he did the moment you pressed an alcoholic pad to the wound and teasing him as you went, “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t dreamed of me being your own personal nurse.”

Unfortunately, Caleb didn’t even budge at the flirting, your eyes peeking up through your eyelashes to see the jaded expression cross over his face before the hard set of his jaw followed after. His lips twisted into a grimace and then his other arm threw itself over his eyes – shielding himself from any vulnerability he was longing to not let you get a glimpse of. His voice followed a lapse of silence, “It’s not that, it’s –”

“Caleb.” The firmness in your tone made him pause, your fingers no longer working on the thread and needle so close to his skin, and you waited until you saw the look come from eyes, heavily endowed in violet crescents underneath them, meeting yours before you even decided to continue, “How about you rely on me for a bit?”

For as long as you two had known each other, Caleb was a demander. And not so in the sense that he was constantly asking you to do things for him, no, Caleb was a demander in always wanting to be the one that did things for you. The whole, “Let me be there for you always.”, “You don’t need anyone else to rely on but me.”, and, “I can do everything.” acts were exhausting at times, and you knew Caleb meant well when he relayed those phrases to you, but there were times when he wouldn’t take himself into account. You wanted to know you were there as well, not everything had be something Caleb needed to fix himself and it all got magically better for the both of you – he could rely on you too, and you could mend whatever was broken for him at times and balance out the need and want to be that pillar of strength you both needed to be for each other.

Neither of you would get anywhere if you didn’t mutually share to be there for one and another.

After another long moment of tender silence, you shifted closer to him and noticed that he was just staring — suddenly solid as if he was just then realizing how close you two were to each other and your fingers still continued to brush against his side attentively. Caleb’s breathing had slowed down, the expanse of his chest rising and falling in much slower and softer intervals, and you felt all but exposed the longer he just watched you. He had a habit of doing that; staring as much as he liked at you until you got annoyed enough to groan and shove your hand in his face to force him to stop, and usually those times were him just finding ways to annoy you and then following up with some corny line, yet that time it was as if you were gazing into the dilated pupils of a ravenous hunter with its prey set just within its sight. You’d seen that stare one too many times, usually in bouts when you had your hand in his pants or his were up your shirt, but you could see anything about what you had said or done that might’ve warranted that type of reaction of him…

Had you set him off unintentionally?

Eventually, Caleb blinked and looked away, the shade in his eyes dissipating as he did so and the usual lightness you were accustomed to making its return when he casted his gaze towards the moon. The moonlight reflected off of them as his body relaxed, his shoulders slumping and a long sigh leaving his throat as he lulled his head onto the back of the couch once more – the acceptance to let you take care of him for once as you lightly smiled before returning to your work. Maybe he’d realize having you dote on him was something he needed rather than wanted, your fingers deft and quick as you continued to sow the cut on his side shut, glad for once he was deciding to sit there and shut up before trying to act like such a big man who needed to do everything himself.

However, Caleb was apparently antsy – or bored as the back of his knuckles began to distractingly rub along your upper arm as you worked. “So…” You braced yourself, the sing-song tone making your eyebrow twitch as you prepared yourself for whatever he was going to say, and snagged the inside of your cheek in-between your teeth as you maintained focus on his wound. “I didn’t answer your calls and you immediately came here?”

You knew he’d bring that up. “Don’t sound so cocky.” A mischievous tilt to your mouth had him laughing softly, your heart skipping at the noise as you finally got that Caleb back you’d been waiting for, and then you had to fight back your own laugh whenever he switched to ghosting his fingers along your arm and teasing them up your shirt sleeve. “You would’ve done the same.”

“Mmm.” The conformation made your legs break out into goosebumps, the throaty rumble so close to your ear you couldn’t help that the warmth in your chest slightly dipped down into your lower abdomen as it followed. You shook it off though, your stitchwork nearly done as he continued to talk with a longing sigh written in his words, “You gonna ask what happened?”

“No,” you said boringly, glancing up at him a small smirk when he gave you an offended side-eye before you sighed and reached forward to fondly muss his hair up with your hand, “Even Caleb can make mistakes.”

Caleb laughed fully then, his shoulders shaking as he did so, and you couldn’t help but grin at the appearance of his smile and pink returning to his cheeks while you watched him do it. He shook his head after his humor died down, the murmur reaching your ears making them hot and your heart throbbing at how adoring he sounded as he said it. “Even Caleb makes mistakes…”

A snort left you after, focusing back on his side until you were done and wiping any of the excess blood off of his skin, “There. You’re all patched up, you big baby.” And, in your brief stupor, without even realizing it, you followed up that statement with a very brief slap to his side to accentuate your sentence, then Caleb’s reaction had made you sit there and finally realize where you had hit him lightly enough to gander that soft of noise from him.

You had slapped your hand down onto Caleb’s freshly stitched wound.

Yet, the reaction (and sound) you procured from that accident had not been one you thought you’d ever receive.

The grunt wasn’t necessarily unusual to hear from Caleb – he grunted when he did his morning push-ups, he grunted in his sleep, and he grunted whenever you asked if he was hungry and wanted the same thing you did. However, it was the frequency of the grunt; the octave from which it came from that had you pausing and your ears ringing when you understood what type of grunt it was. You’d heard it plenty of times before, a deepened grunt in your ear with your thighs squeezing his waist before it tapered off into something a little more high-pitched – a grunt full of complete pleasure branching itself off into a whine ladened desperation to have more.

He had just then made that same noise you were used to hearing panted into your skin with the weight of his fingers pulling on your hips to push himself further into you whilst you tightened yourself around him.

It wasn’t something of pain, it was born from pleasure.

You had immediately retracted your hand away the moment you realized that you had potentially harmed him, clasping your hands together in your lap as you eyed him warily in case the stitch broken and began bleeding as he grumbled through the pain, yet neither instances came and instead something else entirely began to flood your body at the scene. Caleb’s breathing had sped back up, no longer heady with breaths of pain as he tried to mend his own wound, but the same panting you were used to whenever you had your mouth on his neck and bit and sucked various hickeys into his flesh. And when he reopened his eyes too look at you (pupils dilated and cheeks tinged in pink), they were completely glazed over with the same yearning emotion in them when he kissed his way up your thighs as you guided him by the head. Then, you could feel it, and looking down at small smidges of blood staining your fingertips, a new emotion was birthed within you as you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching forward and doing it again.

“Mmph.”

The noise danced off his tongue once more, Caleb’s bottom lip trapped in-between his teeth as you pressed your fingers to the stitches and watched completely entranced as he lifted his lips to try and resituate himself from the desire growing within his sweatpants. The desire invaded you wholeheartedly then, the fresh blood on your fingers transferring over to the palette that was Caleb’s skin as your mind began spinning with ideas of making him whine and gasp underneath you as you bit more wounds into his flesh. From the corner of your eye you can make out the sight of his cock beginning to raise in his pants, your mouth agape at the newfound information he was giving without outwardly telling you as you wouldn’t have heard his plea if you weren’t sitting so close to him.

“Do it again.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

You were bolder that time, no longer just slightly brushing your fingers along his wound as instead you resorted to lightly digging into it with your knuckles, a slickness building up between your thighs when Caleb’s moaning raised an octave as the fire burned in rotations inside of your stomach. His mouth gaped, his cheeks blushed, his hips jerked upwards, and his breaths left in exceedingly shaky exhales as he seemingly was stuck between the sensations of pain and pleasure – conveniently his mind mixing the two and forgoing the pain aspect as he replaced it with pure pleasure. His arm moved in your peripheral vision, the weight of his fingers appearing as they encircled your wrist in a half-hearted hold and kept you in the place of touching his wound, and you didn’t dare to think about even retracting your hand from him either. Caleb wanted you there at the same time you wanted to be there.

A sickening feast of a craving had awoken in you. Caleb was yours, and there was something completely depraved within the depths of your mind that wanted to see him moan more when you got more aggressive with him – when you tore your nails down his back nearly hard enough to bleed and got satisfaction in the way his spine would arch and his chest would shudder at the sensation. Your teeth ached for him, your hands twitched to pull at his hair and pussy was clenching on nothing at the idea of completely ruining Caleb the way you knew he’d let you. You hadn’t even came to Skyhaven for that, and you hadn’t even realized how fast it’d been for the atmosphere to thicken and burn between you two when you really just wanted to see if he was okay and tend to his wounds…

It didn’t matter, you wanted nothing more than to completely devour Caleb in that moment.

The heat in-between you two was sweltering – you weren’t even thinking as your hands balled up into fists at Caleb’s arousal and a hiss slipped its way past your lips. “Caleb.” It was intoxicating and full of your insane urge to completely possess him, and then it was seconds before you were on him – teeth and tongues sliding against each other as he full-blown moaned into your mouth at the taste of you.

You were in his lap without a second thought, your knees sinking into the cushion before you immediately situated yourself to have your cunt right atop his cock – gasping at the friction once you rolled your hips once and felt the dampness along his crotch slide along your covered clit. You could feel Caleb greedily and messily try and cant his hips to you as you haphazardly began to move, a groan of your name swallowed by your tongue vibrating your mouth as his hands found their way to grip your ass and deciding to help you move there instead. It was sloppy and hot, but there wasn’t anything else within either of your minds that wanted it to go any other way, and your shorts and panties were getting wetter by the seconds while your fingers were tugging and pulling at Caleb’s nipples as he hissed and whined onto your tongue as you did so.

Your lower abdomen began a pursuit – a steadily unraveling circle as your clit pulsed with each push of Caleb’s cock into it, and your pussy clenched in abandonment from the loss of his dick so thickly pressed within you. You had no time for it, however, focusing on the brief and burning exchange that was happening between you two as you fought for any way to have Caleb make more of those noises and he only followed after you in hopes you did the same. Who knew he was a bit of a masochist under all that façade he wore, and how come he never divulged that information to you?

You’d worry about it afterwards, your mind and body too preoccupied on dealing with Caleb to think about anything else at that moment.

“Fuck,”Caleb hissed as your knuckles rolled along his twitching abdominal muscles, your nails making an appearance afterwards as you left clear marks on his skin before you were biting his lip nearly hard enough to break skin in the hot gasps of your kissing. He whined at that as well, pathetically thrusting his hips upwards in response to try and push another sigh out of your lips, but you didn’t give in so easily, grounding yourself down on him as punishment and relishing in the little gasp that made your toes curl from how desperate he sounded.

“Rely on me for a bit?” you asked again, mouthing along his jawline before you reached his ear and bit into it hard enough to make him twitch and moan at the sting of pain it gave.

“Sadist,” he groaned hotly into your mouth, canting his upwards into your own rhythm to follow you pace for pace. You grinned against his lips, biting them for extra affect as your fingers knotted themselves into his hair and earning yourself yet another groan from him as you slightly sped up. You dropped your face into his neck as you moved, too fast and messy as Caleb’s panting spurned you on and the throbbing in your shorts made your head spin as you whined and his hissed when your pussy clenched around nothing. His fingers were sweaty as they pulled on your shorts and slid up on your thighs, his legs stretching out behind you a clear sign your movements were affecting him a little too well as the tendons in his neck strained and veins in his arms protruded as you rode him hard enough to make his dick hurt.

It wouldn’t be long, and he’d be cumming in his pants for you.

The thought had you lightly laughing, Caleb’s fingers getting more and more urgent as you slid your lips down his throat in preparation to get him off. However, he was inattentive to your pursuit and focused solely in trying to get your shorts and panties off apparently. “Take these off – I can feel your pussy. You’re so wet.”

A brief wiggle and a jerk of your hips had him moving his hands back to your ass, a pout on his face you bit at before nibbling on his lower lip with a wanton moan into his face, “Later. I’m almost there.”

Caleb’s eyebrows furrowed together at the words, the recognition hitting him a moment later as he sighed and chased after your hips with the rough cants upwards of his own, sweat glistening his forehead and his chest as the color of his skin began to blush a pretty red. “Oh, fuck –” Caleb cut himself off and nibbled your way back down into his neck, knowing with how whiney he was beginning to get that he wasn’t going to last much longer. You made a move to lightly squeeze your thighs on both sides of his waist, the pressure digging into the stitches along his side as a hair-raising groan vibrated out of his chest, “Harder, baby. Harder.”

God, you weren’t going to last long either. Not when moaned like that.

Using the hold your still had within his hair, you slightly tugged and hummed pleasingly at how receptive he was and followed the move, opening up more of his throat for you to suck and kiss at as you continued to roll yourself over him. Your body moved in alternate pivots, long deep strokes around his throbbing cock, or just circling your hips around so that your clothed clit was given the friction it so desired. He was burning under you, the veins in his skin throbbing and his lips pushing out every noise he could muster as you knew he wouldn’t last long; it had been far too long since you’d gotten Caleb in that position and it had been far too long since had allowed himself to be laid upon a bed of pleasure.

A garbled variation of your name left him, fingers digging harder into your ass as his hips jerked up quicker into you and he tried his damnedest to get you to move faster – harder against his cock, and greedily groaning when you did so. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the audible hard swallow he took, his eye fluttering with the heavy blinks from everything happening as his eye glazed over with the full emotion that was close to his release, “Faster –” he head shook and your thighs pressed harder into his sides, voice tapering off at the end and a keening moan leaving you when your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing as you felt that ball begin to reach in end of spinning and slowly begin to unravel for a piece of nirvana you could find with him. “Don’t stop,” Caleb finally finished, head falling back against the couch once more and a pleased and strained groan breaking free from his lungs to let you know he had was going to cum first.

With that knowledge, you took to kissing and tonguing at his neck, moaning and sighing your praise for him as the muscles in his abdomen clenched –

You bit down on his neck the second his body shuddered with his release.

The action had him reeling, his cock throbbing excessively under you as you grinded yourself down harder atop him as you felt the front of his pants grow soaked as he spent himself inside of his own pants and left a warm slick spot of his cum as a result. You kept riding despite the sensitivity he may have been feeling, hearing the near growl of a rough groan slipping out of his mouth through a clenched jaw as he began to roll up against you to stave off the aftershocks of his orgasm. You took your teeth out of his skin a moment after, running your tongue over the bite mark for affect as you sat back enough to look at him – Caleb in all his glory as you bit the inside of your lip at the sight. His chest was heaving and in the moonlight scape of his living room you were able to make a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead with his hair tussled from all your ministrations. It was enough to send you over as well, a particular slow roll of your hips upwards right fucking there on your clit that he lifted his hips up for and you were shuddering and twitching around him with a whine of his name as you came all over his lap whilst throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.

A hard tremor of extreme satisfaction stung from your cranium down to the tips of your toes, leaving you squirming as your shaking thighs tried to close around him completely while he continued only encouraging you until you were at your very end and sagging into his awaiting arms. You were well aware you had probably soaked through your shorts onto his pants, but you were none too caring since he didn’t seem to mind at all and at times it was a regular occurrence between you two. The room had become humid from your conjoined bodies, Caleb hands taking to tracing the way your back had arched in the throes of your climax as you sighed and pressed a light kiss to his neck (to the mark, really) and bouncing with his body as he began to laugh from the whole ordeal.

“Some nurse you are.” The humor in his breathy tone was palpable, making you pull away from lying against him as the brightness in his eyes nearly took you back from how intense he looked, “Got any more tips on how to take care of my wound?” An eyebrow arched and the corner of his mouth lifted – playful.

You eyed him for a long before you squinted at him, slowly sliding your hands from around his shoulders in a deliberate as you lightly drew your nails into his flesh, drawing them upwards until your were at his mouth and slipping your thumbs inside. You laid each thumb atop his molars, Caleb eagerly accepting the appendages into his mouth as he licked at them and lightly bit down before humming low in chest as you felt the stirrings of his arousal in his pants once again. Funny thing about Caleb, he would always bounce back fast – from everything.

A roll of your hips once and you grinned at his muffled whine as the fire stoked itself back inside your belly, “You’re on bedrest tonight, Colonel. With me as your on-call nurse.”

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