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let's make this bed get squeaky!

after an unexpected wanderer attack, you show rafayel how fun it is to be a girl. - 2.9k w. - not proofread.

cw.: fem!rafayel, very implied fem!reader (srry!!) feminization (if you squint), raf isn't a woman but does get turned into one temporarily, porn with a bit of plot, nipple play, worshipping (if you squint), face sitting, so cunnilingus, 69, scissoring? humping... something in between idk... kinda subby raf too... self indulgence. alot of that. i'm the pervert here.

note: this was vv inspired by this art by @.beechu-beechu !! one of my fav artists here on tumblr and twt, pls check their work out!! <3 as soon as i saw fem!raf my brain MELTED. also this was a bit rushed, sorryyy !!><

“Love, you don’t have to freak out! The Hunter Association will find a way to revert it in no time. Relax!” — To be honest, you were too calm about it.

“Relax!? How am i supposed to- Oh, my bodyguard failed to save me from this catastrophe and now i have to pay the price with my beautiful body!” Rafayel cries in response, his voice far too dramatic and feminine.

And what has really happened? Well, a few hours ago. you and your boyfriend went out for an outdoor date in the middle of a small forest in Linkon City so Rafayel could, maybe, find inspiration for his next work.

It just so happened that the area you both decided to visit was a dead zone, your hunter watch was malfunctioning and did not warn you the area had wanderers nearby. Luckily, you were still in your hunter uniform and armed so it should be no biggie. The wanderer, a small creature you’ve never seen in any of your missions, had its back covered in pinkish spores that once Rafayel shouted out for you, exploded on his face, making him cough for air.

Wanderer defeated and your lover safe, you’re left with an… unique form of Rafayel.

“...Rafayel?” You call out for him cautiously, worried for his safety while waving your way through a cloud of pink dust.

To a few choked coughs, your ears perk. You’re alone with Rafayel but it’s not his voice you hear. Or so you thought.

The mist slowly dissipates in the air, and you’re finally able to see more than just the shape of his body choking for air dramatically. With narrowed eyes and a hand covering your mouth and nose – still concerned the mysterious dust is toxic – you call out his name once more before a gasp escapes your throat.

“Rafayel…? Wha- what is wrong with you?!” Comes out a little too harsh but your shock is genuine. Was this caused by the wanderer? Offended, he is quick to frown and bite back. “Wow cutie, i get seriously attacked and the first thing you ask me is that? What a great bodyguard i have! How can i file a complaint?”

“That’s not what i meant!-” You stutter, “Uhm…” struggling with your words and confusion bubbling in your system, you move your hands to your boobs, trying to move his gaze down to his chest. Oh. Oh. His blouse did feel a bit tighter after all.

“What the fuck?!”

Yeah… you’re sure that he spooked every single animal in the little forest with his scream.

Back to the present, you find yourself back in Rafayel’s home, trying to convince your boyfriend that being transformed into a woman by a wanderer isn’t the end of the world and that yes, it is temporary.

“Raf, you’re gonna be fine. I heard Tara say something about a new type of wanderer lurking around earlier this week. We’re gonna find a way to turn you back, m’kay? You assure with more confidence now that your confusion over the situation has dissipated completely.

To your words he — she — does not answer, too busy sulking while staring at his new face in the pocket mirror you carry in your bag.

“Besides… you’re quite the pretty girl, raf.” The sweet giggle that escapes your lips makes him frown.

“Can you quit bullying me? Those cheap journalists are never going to shut up if they see me like this!” Rafayel cries. “I wanted to have a nice day out with you. ow… can’t have a single normal day in this city.”

That makes your ears perk and your body scoots closer to his form on the couch. You rest your head on his shoulder after kissing his puffy cheek. “Aww! ‘S no biggie, baby. We can still have fun indoors. I’ll just have to show you how fun it is to be a girl.”

You spend the day doing things you’d already do with him while enjoying quality time together but with some additional goodies. His purple hair is so long now and even softer! You take your time brushing it, massaging your nails on the scalp before trying multiple hairstyles.

Pigtails, buns, fishtail braids, boxer braids, ponytails… oh, you’ve tried every. single. one. Which he can’t really complain about! Who doesn’t love having their hair played with?

Rafayel is already used to the next activity, so he doesn’t even bat an eye when you ask him where he placed the nail polishes you bought a few months ago.

“Pick a color baby!” You chirp, holding the tiny bottles in your hands.

He does just that. Picking a lilac shade and offering his cold hands to you, Rafayel scoots closer to you on the couch. “You’re enjoying this too much.” He points out.

For a moment, you don’t answer, busy with the tiny brush between your fingers and trying not to smudge the milky paint in his short nails. “Hmmm maybe i am.” You giggle, “Can you blame me though?”

It’s his turn to not answer, he thinks he’d sound too petty if he did. Rafayel loves the pampering, and even though he’d rather drown in the deepest and darkest waters of his long forgotten home than to admit this right now, he’s obsessed with you showering him in affection. Nothing is new, you’re sweet as ever and like a sea sponge, he absorbs all he can happily.

Rafayel isn’t an insecure man, especially with his body. He knows he was sculpted by the seas with care and passion, born with the body of a god, something worthy of unending worship. So you eyeing him up and down was never a problem, but now? Oh, he feels small, he wants to dig up a hole on the hot sand and stay there for eternity, accompanied by the sand crabs.

Shame is a feeling he’s no longer used to and hates the taste of, he notes.

Noticing his silence, you put the brush down to look at him.

“You okay, raf?” Genuine, innocent concern.

“It hurts.” Puffing his cheeks, he frowns and closes his eyes.

“What hurts? Are your wrists sore agai-” — “No! Not that.” Rafayel whines, peeking at you through his long(er) lashes.

“Well, i’m not in the mood to play guess with you, fishie.” Arching a brow at his dramatic discomfort, you chuckle as he whines once more, “Heavens- they’re sore!”

And you have to bite your lip to not burst into laughter. Having the pleasure of seeing Rafayel, usually confident and sharp with his words, blushing like a literal girl was truly a sight you’d never thought you had to see.

“Your boobs?-” — “Don’t say it like that!” You swear that the big and tall windows of his home could’ve shattered in an instant with his horrified scream.

“Awww, babyyy! Don’t be shy! We’ve all been through that, ‘s just part of girlhood!” You poke his cheek, aiming to tease him just a little more. Leaning in closer, you sit on his plump thighs.

Oh and he looks so done.

“Stop acting like i’m a woman!-” He basically cries out in embarrassment.

“Oh but you are!” Interrupting him, you continue, “And as your girlfriend, and girl best friend, i’ll help you with your girl problems, raffy-”

“I’ll spit bubbles on you!” Rafayel interrupts back and you finally break down laughing on his lap.

Rafayel swears to himself that he wants to bite your head off so you stop teasing him, he hates how he can feel the tip of his pale ears get warmer each second and something inside him growing hotter. He’d bury your face on hot sand right now and yet he doesn’t move you from his lap.

As your laughter settles and you breathe in to calm down, you place a kiss on his burning cheek. A silent apology. “Seriously though, you’ve turned out to be quite… busty!” You giggle but continue before he can throw a fit again, “Can i massage you baby? Would you let me do that f’you, raf?” Whispering against his cheek, you nuzzle the bridge of your nose on his skin.

He just nods, still frowning in shame and with eyes closed shut.

Your fingers trace his collarbones in sickly light touches, hands snaking down to the foreign feeling on his chest.

He shivers and twitches under you once your hands cup his tits through his white blouse, the absence of a bra making your touch feel a little too intimate for his already overwhelmed brain. Your fingers feel him in circular motions, gently applying pressure to where his nipples take place.

Rafayel squirms, throwing his head back and trying to hide his face in his long, purple hair. “You’re so responsive, baby.” You coo, purposefully brushing your thumbs on his nipples, which ignites a yelp from his tight throat.

The sensitive pebbles grow hard not so long later, making themselves visible under his light shirt. He curses you in his mind, the innocent and sweet way you talk to him could get him going anytime. Rafayel bites his glossy lip hard.

Fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, you give him your sweetest smile. “Your body hasn’t changed at all baby. You still melt down when you have your chest played with.” You lean in, closing the space between you two and press a kiss on his trembling lips. “The only difference here is that you’re the prettiest,” kiss, “most whiny,” another kiss, “and cutest girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” and a last peck to seal your words like a spell.

Your lips leave his but the phantom sensation of your mouth against his stays. Your lips find home on his jawline, placing featherlight kisses on the milky white skin.

“Can i take this off, raf? I might need a more serious inspection if you’re sore like that, hm?” Pinched by your fingers, the first button of his blouse comes undone, exposing more of his cleavage. “Y-yes.” Is all Rafayel answers, not much more than a shy whisper.

And that is the only sign you need to keep going. Your hands work gently but still eager to finish the job and reveal what’s under the expensive fabric. He helps you with the sleeves, accepting his fate and that even if he tried to shy away and hide, you wouldn’t let him. And how could you? Not now. Not when his perfect, spotless skin is exposed to the cool air of the living room, the sea breeze guided inside by the open windows making his nipples react at the temperature and stand tall.

Your lips, never far from his neck, kiss down his collarbones and the fat of his tits. His reactions are exactly what you’d expect, low whines and nonstop squirming under your touch. With open mouthed kisses to his areola, a cute light brown you note, you’re quick to give his nipple a playful lick, igniting a squeak from him.

“D-don’t- do that-!” Rafaye’sl protests are ignored by your ears, while your lips suck on the sensitive pebble, your fingers pinch the other one, rolling it gently yet teasingly between your thumb and index finger.

Pop! – Is the sound your mouth makes as you let go. “Fuck..”, you eye him with hunger, and even though his eyes are squeezed shut, he seems to notice by your silence. “Stop staring. You’re ridiculous.” Of course he has to try and bite back.

“Am i now?” You kiss the corner of his lips, interrupting any petty answer he was about to give you. “Shit- need you to sit on my face. Can you do that f’me, baby? Please?”

Rafayel feels like a virgin again, the foreign, weird and achy feeling between his legs makes his brain foggy. He wants to say no and shy away, spit a thousand bubbles at your face as he promised but he just can’t.

Which doesn’t mean he won’t freak out anyway.

“N-no! That isn’t even your thing- i’m like, twice your size-” Before he can continue his protests, you’re already lying on your back on the big couch of his living room. “Please? Jus’ wanna let my girlfriend know how good it feels, mhm?” It is your turn to whine, beg.

He stares at you in horror but the pathetic look you give him wins. He kicks his pants and boxers off but his judgemental stare doesn’t falter. You can’t help but moan at the sight of his new, bare body.

Rafayel was surely the prettiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on and now, prettiest woman too. He sits on your lap, facing you, testing the waters, hoping it’d be enough to quiet you down. “Closer, ‘fayel.” You urge.

This time he finally gives in with no complaints, shifting on your lap and closer to your shoulders. There, he turns on his back, hovering on top of your face before you grab his plush hips and push him down impatiently.

“A-ah!- don’t just do that-” He mewls.

You taste Rafayel before you can’t even see how wet he is. Spreading his ass with both hands, you pepper his cunt with eager kisses. He trembles at the new feeling, squirming and accidentally grinding against your lips, only igniting more whines to leave his pretty lips.

Your head spins at his sounds, brain mushy with how submissive you could get him to behave, at how fucking hot he sounds and how good he tastes.

Finally diving in, your lips suck on his folds gently while your hands, once on his ass, help his hips move against you for more constant stimulation.

“Fu-uck!- Dun stop. Please.” Rafayel squeals before a tiny lightbulb lightens up on his head.

Rafayel leans down, trembling on top of you as he pulls down your shorts just enough so he can have access to your panties. He doesn’t take it off, doesn’t have the patience to, only pulls them to the side and greets your awaiting pussy with a kiss.

In this whole mess, you didn’t even realize how your arousal started to build up during this whole time. Too busy with Rafayel, looking at Rafayel, teasing Rafayel. You’re sure that he — she — is the siren that will drag you to the bottom of the sea with pretty mewls and then consume you.

As he should, you think. You’d die happily.

To the kitten licks on your clit, you shiver, parting your legs open to help him. “Getting- mgh- bold now, baby? Thought you’d let me do all the work.” Muffled by the weight on top of you, you tease anyway.

You don’t give him much space to speak, wrapping your lips around his clit and sucking at a steady pace. You’re not able to see his reaction but his mouth lets go of your cunt, his lashes tremble and close shut in pleasure. “Gonna cum, rafe? Oh- mgh- y’er such a sweet girl, raf.” You praise sweetly.

Rafayel really tries to keep up with you but with his mushy brain, his head only rests against your thigh while he moans lowly. His clit throbs on your tongue thanks to your gentle words, you laugh mockingly under him. “Fuck- dun’ like when i call you pretty girl but your body tells me otherwise, love. You don’t get much from lying here, raf.”

Shut up. Is what he really wants to tell you, maybe flick your forehead and say all the petty things he can think of. His thighs shake violently and with another loud and melodic cry, Rafayel cums.

You keep going for a little longer, kissing his folds and clit and sweet affection before a strangled whine makes you pull away.

He helps himself out of your face, sitting on the couch with his head resting on a blue pillow with the face of someone who just came back from pound town. Rafayel doesn’t bat an eye when you manhandle him closer to your body.

His lips find yours in an instant, kissing you with need, like he just came out of the ocean for the first time and his lungs aren’t used to the summer breeze on the beach. He sucks on your tongue, swiping his own on your under lip in a sloppy kiss.

You two fight for space on the couch, now feeling a bit cramped. Rafayel’s legs tangle on yours messily and he finds himself on your lap once again, grinding and humping against you like this is exactly where he was meant to be. Smiling on his mouth, you can’t help but tease him.

“Insatiable much? Pretty girl can’t take her hands off me hm?” You chuckle but are quickly interrupted, moaning loudly when his clit accidentally bumps on yours, which Rafayel takes advantage of.

And you let him, your only guidance being the phantom touch of your hands on his waist. “You can’t really ever keep your mouth shut, can you?” He sighs, “Not near you, ever.”

You’re quick to cum too, with hitched breath and hips buckling under his in search of more stimulation, any moans are silenced by his lips insistently glued to yours.

Noticing your body melting on the couch cushions, Rafayel lets himself relax on top of you, too. With a last kiss to your neck, he buries his face on your shoulder blade.

“I’ll file a report about what happened later, m’kay? Dun stress.” — “Hmmm.” Is all he’s able to answer while your free hand massages his scalp, slowly drifting him off to sleep.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ reblogs are very much appreciated. thank you for reading! (*´▽`*)

#YESSSS !!!!#FEM RAF SMUT!!!#omg this is a dream come true #SUCH a damn cutie as a girl 😭😭#I mean he’s always a cutie but I love WOMENNN #this was so delicious ty for the meal 🙏🏻#rafayel x reader #starry recs

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starryeyed-apple · 1 day ago

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I'm actually in shambles u write xavie so sweetly I might just start sobbing on the spot. bless ur dear heart and brain

WAAAAAH TYYYYYY!!!!!!! I love him so dearly, I was intimidated by writing him before I started, but I think he's my fave LADS boy to write for at this point! I just love how soft and gentle he is (and also unhinged, I need to write him unhinged more) but AGAIN TYSM!! <33

#star replies #xav is my boy my bb bun i luv he #YOURE SO KIND TYYYY <333

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starryeyed-apple · 1 day ago

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I am having so much damn fun working on celebration requests!! everybody has sent in such amazing prompts, they’re so inspiring I wrote like over 3k words jotting scenes down for different ones today

#star yaps #I’m trying to keep them shorter but at least one is longer so KDDK

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starryeyed-apple · 1 day ago

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so. I know I said your last fic was one of my new favorites, and it is, and this one is another new favorite and honestly it is just one of my absolute favorite Caleb fics in general if not my fave!?? because bangs my head against the wall falls to my knees screams cries cars crashing glass breaking gunshots screams again OH MY GOD THIS IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE!!!!

Ivy. IVY!!!! The way you write angst is absolutely breathtakingly phenomenal. The way that the angst comes from so much love, and not knowing what to do with it once he dies and even once he’s back, how to process that, gets my heart so much. I was absorbed in this, in awe. Like this is canon to me it IS

The way you capture the intricacies of CalebMC is just incredible. I love how this embodies how MC still grieves for Caleb, even when he’s returned because once you feel his absence how can you not still mourn for him. Like feeling the unease when he’s quiet, when you can’t hear him breathing, and this part

You like to see him relaxed and at peace, but sometimes you swear he looks a little bit too peaceful. Like all he's missing is a tux and bouquet to complete the unsettling image of a too-silent Caleb you never got to bury a year ago.

Like what a gut punch (affectionate, pls do it again.) genuinely I’m just wow, WOW, in awe. The amount of emotion in this, AAAHHHH!!!! Falls to my knees again, god how I look up to you as a writer you are so incredible, ty for this fic.

You always go to bed holding Caleb's left hand.

It's not because you dislike his bionic arm. In the daytime, you like to hold him there and press kisses all over the skin that can't feel—just to show him that he hasn't changed in your eyes. But at night, you make sure to sleep on his left side.

Caleb is usually loud, always talking and laughing when he's in your presence. When he falls asleep, your skin prickles with unease.

Though you're no stranger to silence—especially the kind that followed like a heavy fog no matter how you tried to distract yourself from it—you can't handle it now. Not after he came back from the dead.

Perhaps it's silly, but paranoia eats at you when his breathing evens out to a point you can only strain to hear. You need a sign that he's still alive when he goes quiet and drifts off.

So you stay on his left, curling your fingers around his inner wrist and brushing absentminded circles over the prominent vein there.

Tonight, you get lost in the feeling of him, your other hand landing on his cheek in a soft caress. His skin is warm, and for some reason you weren't expecting the heat.

His pulse kicks faster under your fingertips along his wrist. The spike makes something in your chest loosen. It's okay. He's still here.

You pull his hand off the bed and press your lips to his pulse point—just a whisper of a kiss—soft enough that you think it won’t wake him.

A quiet gasp interrupts the stillness. Moonlight catches on the flutter of his dark lashes before he meets your somber gaze.

“Sorry. Thought you were asleep,” you murmur. A smile tugs at your lips now that you've been pulled from that weird residual grief you're still learning how to get over.

“I was trying,” he teases. He's still playful, even when you're sure he can see something is bothering you. “But it’s hard when you’re…”

He doesn’t finish that thought. He changes the subject too fast, like he always does, putting the spotlight back on you.

“Pips," he whispers, "what was that kiss for?"

Your stomach flutters at how breathless he sounds. Did your touch really affect him that easily?

For a second, you wonder just how much you should reveal. With a hum, you softly reply, "It was a 'thank you.'"

He frowns, like he’s about to ask what for. You decide to save him the trouble.

“For coming back to me.”

That's all you need to say.

His fingers intertwine with yours, forcing you to move on from his fluttering heartbeat and allow him to squeeze your hand reassuringly instead. His lips meet your knuckles, mirroring the same softness of your earlier kiss to his wrist. All the while, his careful gaze never leaves your face.

When he finally parts, he promises, "I always will."

#caleb x reader #starry recs #absolutely cherishing this #a must read for any caleb main

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starryeyed-apple · 1 day ago

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I love a vampire story and I LOVE THISSSS!!!! W STALKER CALEB !!!!! This reminded me of Catch-22 Caleb, and had all the vibes I loved from that card for me. Like the otherworldly supernatural being mixed with the obsession like YES PLS AND TY!!!!! I also just am such a sucker for vampire stories (I cannot wait to dive into once bitten, twice repaired, it’s been on my list to read I’m SO EXCITED you have another vampire story too after reading this one!)

Ahem commentary time 😌

Oh the cookie introduction. Oh yeah, yeah, YEAHHH I am a sucker for the warm baked goods meeting, sunshine neighbor trope I am SAT AND HOOKED

Equivalent to an open book and walking sunshine all wrapped up into one, you would even go as far as trying to ensure his comfortability like he wasn’t the apex predator sitting on your living room floor with an instruction manual in hand.

THIS VISUAL!!!! I love sunshine characters so much and it’s so cute in this setting, with how excited Reader is to get to know him, how curious she is about him being a vampire. I just love how she wants to know him completely, all sides of him, and isn’t shy about that. Also the “apex predator with an instruction manual in hand” is just MWAH SO GOOD. I just love the concept of being aware of his danger and not dwelling on it, not caring at all, just enjoying his company.

Those handful of hours in close proximity to you was more than enough to teach the vampire that you were both equally dangerous and inebriating.

THIS!!!! The idea that SHES DANGEROUS!!! Because of her curiosity, and the temptation, oh I love a role reversal so much

There was nothing you owned that he didn’t touch, not a semblance of privacy you thought sacred that he hadn’t invaded, and not a piece of information he didn’t already have filed away.

W STALKER W STALKER YEAAHHHH!!! I love how like, invasive this feels but in such a sexy way KDKDKD LIKE YES CALEB PLS SNEAK INTO MY HOUSE AND STEAL MY THINGS TY! But I also love the angle of him being able to come in only because you invited him in that one time, that’s such a cool idea and so well done.

“Caleb, I feel like the reason for my confusion is right in your face.”

“I don’t know, you’re gonna have to actually tell me what you’re thinkin’ if you want me to catch on.”

THIS TEASE OMG!!! I can hear him so well, also this banter is so cute, and reinforces why I love this Reader character being so candid and upfront with him.

AND THE SMUT 🫦🫦🫦THE PANTY RIPPING HELLO VAMP CALEB HEYYYYYY

“Touch me…” His soft begging has you hastily wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

Loved seeing whiny Caleb pop up here too 😳

Sacred crimson spills on his tongue and just as he knew you to be capable of doing, you have irrevocably ruined him.

This is POETRY HELLOOOOO!!!!!! This line was so beautiful omg, and the “just as he knew you to be capable of doing” he’s known from the first moment how obsessed he was going to be and I love that dynamic. This fic was such fun, and again jay CONGRATS ON 2K!!!!! You’re one of the kindest people I’ve met in fandom, and so so talented, I love watching your blog continue to grow 🥹💜💜

Note: In honor of 2k followers!!!! Everybody do the whip & nae nae 🗣️ LOLLLL!!! But seriously, once again, thank you all so, so much for liking me enough to not only read my works but to go out of your way to press that follow button. Over two thousand people made the decision to stick with me… I’m gonna cry??? Roll around on the floor??? Seriously, I sincerely hope you guys like this one. It was a… journey. Still working through my writer’s block, so I sincerely apologize if this isn’t the best. But I love you. Thank you a million times over. ENJOY!!

Warning: Stalker/Vampire!Caleb, idk if this has plot lmfao, he creeps around your apartment, brief mention of panty thieving, smut, 🐱 eating, you get bit and taste your blood (not crazy, i promise)

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: Your vampire neighbor is hooked on you.

Don’t You Want Me, Too?

When you showed up at Caleb’s door with a container full of homemade cookies to formally introduce yourself as his new neighbor, he was well prepared for you to drop the pleasantries and keep your distance once he revealed his true identity.

Although you lived in a world where humans found some sort of common ground in the effort to coexist with vampires, it was still considered luck for his kind to be perceived beyond the fangs and necessary blood consumption without some negative preconceived notion.

Imagine his surprise when not only did you harbor zero contempt, but the beaming smile that you granted him was just as intoxicating as the sweetness he could smell thriving in your veins.

“That’s so fucking cool,” you gushed with an unmistakable giddiness.

While your immediate kindness and fascination was admittedly refreshing, he was almost certain that your first meeting would be the one and only time you two ever spoke and before he got too deep, he was okay with that.

But he quickly learned that there was no such thing as maintaining distance when it came to someone like you.

He’ll never forget the night you casually invited him into your home a few days after, asking if he’d be willing to help you assemble the new couch you received.

“I hope I’m not being a bother. You just seemed trustworthy.”

Caleb knew right then that he was in trouble.

And he was right. He loved how much you talked and how willing you were to share parts of yourself to a stranger like him. Equivalent to an open book and walking sunshine all wrapped up into one, you would even go as far as trying to ensure his comfortability like he wasn’t the apex predator sitting on your living room floor with an instruction manual in hand.

There were no limitations, no such thing as “too touchy”, and you were full of so many questions about his existence that he was more than willing to answer if it got him the captivating wonder that shined in your irises as you hooked onto every single word.

Those handful of hours in close proximity to you was more than enough to teach the vampire that you were both equally dangerous and inebriating. For your safety and his sanity, it would’ve been in his best interest to cut all contact before he was put in a place he couldn’t come back from.

He was far from a loner. Despite his vampirism, Caleb was one of the lucky few that had a boyish charm and an air about him that made humans and many walks of life trust and welcome him. In hindsight, no—sticking to you wasn’t necessary. Realistically, he had no reason to.

But when his invitation was never revoked after his late night departure and he realized that he had indefinite access to your home because of your unintentional negligence, still drunk off the sound of your voice and smell of your perfume, his selfish desire to know more about someone so carefree and affable rivaled over anything sensible.

What started as genuine curiosity quickly evolved into obsession, and a sweet thing such as yourself would inadvertently make it easy for him.

The morning you finally left for your very first day of work, he waited a safe handful of minutes to make sure you were truly gone. That spare key hidden under the fake plant beside your door was basically a wrapped up gift sent with a kiss and an invitation to explore you to his dead heart’s content.

You’d done a lot on your own in the short time to make the four walls a home since his visit and the more knowledge he gained, the more he craved to be a part of it and your life.

Your routine quickly became engraved in his mind and fused with his own, so much so that he risked his own safety in the damaging sun to follow you in the early morning beneath an oversized hoodie to get your job’s exact location. And to make sure you got there without any qualms thereafter, of course.

There was nothing you owned that he didn’t touch, not a semblance of privacy you thought sacred that he hadn’t invaded, and not a piece of information he didn’t already have filed away.

He’d gotten so consumed that he looked forward to his favorite nights where he used his keen hearing to listen in on your moans and whimpers as you touched yourself beneath the sheets that he’s spilled his cum onto when he imagined your naked body in it. With a pair of your used panties stuffed in his mouth to get just a taste of what you were, Caleb fucked his hand until both of you made a mess of yourselves at the same time.

It was exhilarating—electrifying, to have access to you in ways you were unaware of. And it was sick of him to smile in your face and wish you a friendly goodnight as if he were a saint.

But in no way shape or form did he feel guilty or deterred. In fact, he reveled in his invasions.

Looking down at your key that he had copied, he rubs the cool metal between his fingertips as if the weightless object brings him comfort. Because of the world it granted him access to, it held the same level of importance as the person who inhabited it.

A soft smile crept across his face when you entered the building at a time thirty minutes later than the one you normally would arrive at and made your way up through the elevator. You did go grocery shopping at this point in the week, so he understood your tardiness.

Rustling plastic interrupted his attempts to hear your grumbles of annoyance the closer you got to your door and with inhumane speed, Caleb shot up from his couch and opened his own to see you stumbling down the hall with bags dangling in your hands. He breathily chuckled and raised a brow as he peeked his head out past the threshold.

“Need any help?”

“You’d be my hero,” you exaggerate playfully with a quick nod. “Please?”

His door clicks shut behind him and it takes four long strides before he’s in front of you and hauling the groceries without an ounce of struggle, a stark contrast compared to what you were doing.

“I see you’ve got big plans. Whatcha makin’?” he asks as he steps into the familiar layout of your apartment, smiling to himself about the small trinkets he took today for safekeeping that he hoped you wouldn’t miss too much should you notice.

“Probably nothing.”

You pull your flats off by the door with a huff, more than ready to get out of your dreaded work clothes. “I bought all this stuff, but I’m thinking some cereal and a granola bar tonight. Can’t even imagine standing in front of a stove right now.”

Caleb nods, pursing his lips with a thought in mind that he doesn’t keep tucked away for long after each item placed atop your marble counter.

“I could uh… make you dinner,” he shrugs. “If you want. I’m pretty good in the kitchen.”

With a tilt of your head, your eyebrows furrow.

“You? Really?”

He blinks at your surprise with a lopsided grin. “Yeah, me. What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Caleb, I feel like the reason for my confusion is right in your face.”

“I don’t know, you’re gonna have to actually tell me what you’re thinkin’ if you want me to catch on.”

He’s firmly aware of the point you’re hinting towards, but if acting oblivious kept him around you for longer, he had no problem playing stupid.

“I just don’t think meat, vegetables, and potatoes aligned with your… palate?”

“They don’t. Buutt, does that automatically mean I don’t know what to do with them?”

“No,” you admit with a shy smile. “I just never would’ve figured a vampire to be interested in something they don’t necessarily benefit from, I suppose.”

“Cooking is a skill, and I’ve had a lot of time to learn and master plenty.”

Facing you, his gaze flickers between your lips and your eyes quick enough for you not to catch on.

“Let me show you? Promise you’ll like it.”

He knows you’re ready to accept, even as you stand there like you need a moment to contemplate. Inwardly, he recites where he’ll need to go to retrieve the things he needs, seeing as their locations have already been mesmerized.

Bottom cabinet near the sink.

“Alright,” you muse. “I’ve been swayed. Pans are in the bottom cabinet right next to the sink and—”

Top shelf, far end.

“—seasonings are all the way at the end in the top shelf. I’ll shower and leave you to it then, if that’s alright?”

“Take your time.” He knew you would. Your showers lasted a minimum of thirty minutes.

“I can’t wait,” you sing-song as you depart down the hallway.

Putting away all your things without needing your guidance, he can’t help but to humbly agree, even if you couldn’t hear him.

“Neither can I.”

Finding out that you lived across the hall from a vampire during your impromptu decision to greet the new neighbors was an interesting revelation, to say the least.

The landlord never mentioned that in the lease agreement.

Undoubtedly, you’re sure that you’ve encountered more than you likely realize, but it was a guaranteed fact that you’ve never spoken to or dealt with one long enough to form an opinion like many humans took it upon themselves to do.

You weren’t anything special, nobody different, but you were certainly fair. It didn’t make sense to automatically group so many individuals together because of the actions committed by some of their kind when they weren’t a direct reflection of an entire collective.

Meeting a man like Caleb made you feel like you made the right decision in not being driven by terror and fear mongering rumors.

He shared so many of his experiences with you, just as you did with him, and even if there were aspects he detailed that you would never be able to relate to, it didn’t mean you were incapable of understanding.

In the end, regardless of how he needed to survive and the routes necessary for him to do it, he was still a person; someone with feelings, wants, and a history just like anybody else.

Now, should your compassion have been a reason to be so careless as to let him be in your home like he’s been?

Definitely not. You recognize that.

But you were convinced that had he wanted to hurt you or operated with an ulterior motive in mind that you were unaware of, it would’ve already been acted upon.

He’s as good as he is handsome, and your favorite soda alongside the full course meal that he prepared just for you with puppy-like eyes in search of approval, was only the tip of the iceberg in supporting your firm belief in those sentiments.

“Ya like it?” he simpered as you groaned with delight around a forkful of steak and pan seared vegetables. While you were shocked at how well he prepared everything to your specific liking, Caleb’s flawless execution was intentional, and he reveled in his ability to satisfy you. Had he failed, he’d take it as there’s a lot more studying and observing that he needs to do.

“You’ve been a vampire for how long? Don’t even eat this stuff or have to know how to make it! Yet you cook better than me. That’s beyond unfair.”

He slides your drink closer with his knuckles. “I only used what you had. Maybe you could recreate if you really think it’s that good.”

“Oh, now you’re humble, you chuckle. “‘If you really think it’s that good’.” The way you mimic him right as you sip your chilled beverage shouldn’t make him feel like he has a lively heart thumping in his chest, but he can’t help but to feel the phantom of the long silent organ.

“If you could actually enjoy my cooking, you’d see there’s no way I can replicate this.”

Brushing hair from his forehead, he hums. “Welllll, you know where I am whenever you want me to whip somethin’ up. I don’t mind.”

“Aww, ‘leb,” you coo and lightly pinch his cheek. “You’d do that for little ole me?”

Your tone is teasing, but truthfully, he would do everything for you if he was given the opportunity to.

“Least I could do for the cookies.”

You nearly choke on your final bite. “Oh, that was shady! How was I supposed to know?!”

He laughs at your outburst, and you can’t help but notice how the overhead lights shine in a way to make his paler skin seem near perfect.

“Do you ever miss it though, in all seriousness? Human food? No pun intended.”

Swiping your plate off the counter, he stands from the island chair and sets your dishes in the sink before rolling up his sleeves to begin washing them as he contemplates his response.

Did he miss it? Does he even remember it enough to?

“I’ve… gone so long without it that when one sole thing becomes the only way you’re capable of satisfying your hunger, it’s easy to forget about what doesn’t.”

Standing next to him, you receive the plate he cleans and dry it with a towel. “That makes sense.”

Once finished and the water is shut off, you internally bring yourself to vocalize the question that’s weighed upon you since being told what he is.

“Can I see them? Your fangs?”

He tenses. “I don’t wanna scare you.”

And truly, he doesn’t. That would ruin everything and taking you wasn’t the route he preferred to go if he could help it.

See, humans had the tendency to seem sure about something until they actually got it. But he knows you, knows that you’re a woman who doesn’t need time to identify what she wants when she’s already declared that she does.

He’s analyzed you better than any historian does a pivotal moment in history to conclude this, but should he heed your wish, it was going to put you two on a level distanced entirely from where you are now.

Only you didn’t know that.

“I’m not scared of you.” You step close to him as if to enforce your sureness. “And you know I’m not, so I doubt your teeth would change that. Have some faith in me,” you joke, but there’s a sincerity there.

When he gives you all of his attention, rather than speaking and delaying the act of letting you have what you want, he doesn’t let you second guess long enough to change your mind. After a quick uptick of his cheeks and leaving his mouth slightly ajar, his pointy and now elongated ivory canines are revealed.

Your eyes widen in wonder at how effortlessly he changes from something personable and beautiful, to breathtakingly threatening.

Caleb can hear your heart rate double in its efforts to navigate all the thoughts swimming in your mind, but he’s not returning to “normal” to ease them. Not when you gape at him with so much awe and the smell of something akin to ambrosia makes that animalistic part of him hungry in the same way your blood does.

The raging pulse in your neck, the melodic beating of your heart, and the slick he knows that’s gathering in your panties—they all work in unanimous tandem to make his cock twitch more than before in his sweatpants.

His most natural state excites you and it ignites something almost daring.

What kind of person would he be to let you deny yourself?

“Say something,” he whispers. “C’mon, you said you weren’t scared. Don’t tell me you’re backin’ out on me now.”

You shake your head, slowly reaching up with the sudden urge to just feel what the sharpness is like, but a strong hand wraps around your wrist and ceases your efforts.

“Shit… W-Was that rude?” you stutter. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

He tilts his head and smirks with amusement as your sentence trails off unfinished, running his tongue along one of his fangs.

“You want more. You’re aching for it.”

Bringing your wrist to his nose, he inhales the delicacy beneath the surface. “You think I don’t know?”

“I-I’m not trying—”

“Are you afraid of what I could do to you?” he interrupts.

Almost all his self control withers away at how you shudder as his tongue traces your skin. With another one of your side to side movements of denial, he presses a kiss to the freshly lotioned flesh.

“Do you want me to do something?”

“We shouldn’t..” Not even you are convinced by your meek attempt of self preservation, but a human and a vampire? That sounds like a surely signed death certificate.

Your thighs press together harder when you feel the light caress of his teeth.

“You want to. That’s all that matters. And if a no isn’t the next word out of your mouth, you’re about to feel mines. I think that’s fair, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your inability to respond because of your scrambled thoughts is more than enough of a confirmation for him and before you can register just how lighting fast he is, somehow you’re already up in the air with you back flush against the wall and your legs thrown over his broad shoulders.

“C-Caleb! Wait!” you squeak at the heightened altitude and bizarre reality of your pussy that’s only separated by a a thin pair of sleep pants and panties, sitting in his face.

“All you have to do is command me to leave, and I’ll have no choice.” He buries himself in between your legs, deeply inhaling your natural scent and nearly growls when you instinctively buck your hips to force him closer.

“But you know that. It’s just not what you want.”

You nearly make your bottoms lip bleed with how hard you bite it, not trusting your voice to combat his statement and mean it.

“Hold onto me,” he instructs, and with stomach churning nerves, you plant your palms to his shoulders. In one swift motion and with riveting power, your lower half is exposed in milliseconds when he rips the material in half from the back to make the fabric split in two and peel away until it hits the floor.

“I’ve been waitin’ too long for this…”

An impatient long lick from your hole to your clit makes the back of your head hit the wall and eyes roll. “Oh, honey… it’s even better from the source.”

You’re too faded to find anything odd about his words draped with desperation, and he takes that to his advantage to devour you like a newfound supplement for his unwavering bloodlust. The squelching of your juices and pressure of his tongue as he sucks the throbbing bundle of nerves into his mouth, echos in the wide expanse and it nearly sends you into hysterics.

His palms holds and kneads your ass with possession as he keeps you glued to his greedy mouth.

“I can’t…” you cry, riding further up the wall as if you’re trying to escape. Your fingers then dig into his scalp with every skilled flick of the persistent muscle and your next set of mumbled pleas are a complete contradiction to the last.

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop… mmph…”

“You sound so much clearer… Taste even sweeter,” he murmurs into your soaked folds, not even caring about the subtle details that could expose him if you were paying attention to them.

When he separates from his personal fountain of youth, looking up at you with a glistening chin and sharp teeth, he appears to be just as inebriated as you feel. It’s almost like a reflex as he nuzzles his cheek to your inner thigh, nipping at your plushness to make you jolt. But you welcome the sting, sensually running his soft locks through your fingers.

“If you let me go further.” A kiss to your stomach. “You’re not gettin’ rid of me. Ever.”

You should be demanding him to leave, not damn near dangling in the air with your slick all over a vampire’s face as he studies you like the experienced hunter he is. This could kill you one day, if not now.

But playing it safe wouldn’t have gotten you in such a mind numbing position in the first place and you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

“Who said I wanted to?”

Using that same speed you’re unsure you’ll ever get used to, your scenery changes in the blink of an eye and you’re hastily put on the recognized softness of your bed.

“How do you do that?” you question with true amazement, but Caleb’s too busy stripping himself of his clothes to tell you that it’s a skill you’ll learn one day.

Too much for a first time.

His body seems to be crafted by gods and his cock is surely your impending addiction. Pumping himself in his hand with a hiss from the sensitivity, flashbacks of him in the same position and only having his imagination to paint you in the same picture that you now present him in reality, affirms that this is destined.

You spread your legs to make space for him and your nipples harden when he looms above to tug the tank top off.

One of your peaks is quickly sucked into his mouth that he uses to worship your delicate body before the garment has a chance to land on the rug, making him groan from your addicting wails of pleasure.

“Can you take me like this?” He sounds almost breathless. “Or do you need more?”

His length brushes up against your slit and the stickiness that clings to him seems to try answering for you.

“I can take it,” you mewl, arching your back when he gives the other nipple the same level of reverence before releasing it with a loud pop.

“Touch me…” His soft begging has you hastily wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

Grasping himself to line up with your quivering entrance, he first spreads your arousal with the head of his cock. And when he falls into you, his hardness swallowed by every warm and spongey inch of your spasming walls, you know that there is nothing to walk this Earth, not another vampire nor any other creature alive, that could fulfill you like this.

“Y-You’re so deep,” you choke, almost perplexed by how natural he feels like this. Your hands find solace in the cool skin of his smooth back, and the contrast to your fiery one is something you’re surprisingly quite fond of.

“I know… But you gotta let me move…”

Your eager hips match your vigorous nodding as he slides out almost all the way before sinking back inside to the hilt in a dizzying languid motion.

Remembering the fact that you’re still human, he has to be wary as to not break your fragile form, but the idea of it sounds so fucking tempting when he now has you feeling the same level of desperation beneath him.

With your bodies pressed close, not a centimeter of space left in between, each plap of skin continuously meeting and your broken whines is a sound he intends to own for centuries to come. He’ll make sure of it.

Your sheets are balled in his hands as he delivers deep strokes into your creaming pussy, his pretty moans rushing into your ears whilst your nails leave long scratches whenever they reach.

“I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without you…” he expresses earnestly. All you can do in response is squeeze him tighter to let him feel how much you are in agreement.

The visceral need to taste you in the only way he hasn’t is what makes him bury his face in your neck in an attempt to suppress the urge, but you don’t let him hide.

“It’s okay.” You gently grasp his hair and push him closer, relishing in every rough snap of his pelvis that causes the wooden frame of your bed to creak.

“E-Eat. I can handle it…”

He refuses to ask if you’re sure. In fact, he’s incapable of even trying to do so.

The burn of being punctured is immediate when he indulges, making you clench harder around his pulsing cock from the intensity. Sacred crimson spills on his tongue and just as he knew you to be capable of doing, you have irrevocably ruined him.

It’s foreign, the sensation of your blood being drained with such brute force and urgency. But you knew you were too far gone to feel anything other than blissful pride to be giving him so much of you that he’s so eager to accept.

He never loses his consistent momentum the longer he drinks, gliding inside your fluttering cunt without interruption and never wasting a single drop.

“Good?” you tease tiredly, eyes tightening with a gasp when he retracts with a satisfied exhale and laps up the sacred elixir trying to slide down the length of your neck. His hips only begin to falter when he pulls back to stare down at your winded expression.

“How about you tell me?”

His ruby stained lips hover above your puffy ones before he slams them together with a firm hold on your jaw. Unexpectedly, the heady taste of iron is what sends you well over the edge.

Your tongues battle for dominance in a heated exchange of tumultuous emotions, but you’d be a liar to say that you’d given it your all in the attempt to conquer him.

Caleb swallows your cries as your orgasm breaks you apart and builds you up all over again at the same time that he stuffs almost endless spurts of cum into your womb.

He surrounds you with his strong arms and unspoken promises of lifelong dedication, pumping his heavy load until you’re too overstimulated for him to move any longer.

More kisses are pressed all over your face and your throat as he savors the connection.

“I just slept with a vampire…” you push out in the midst of the stunned silence, truthfully astonished by what you’ve done. And how much you loved it.

He chuckles, licking at the two marks where his teeth were imbedded into your skin before giving you his captivating violet eyes.

“Your vampire. The one who doesn’t intend for you to know what it’s like to walk without feeling him riiight here.”

His palm pressed to your lower gut is a promise you’ll hold him to.

“I’d like that. It’s too bad that I have—”

“Work at 8:30 in the morning and need to be out of here by 7:15 to avoid traffic. Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t remind me.”

“But—How would you—You… sound like a stalker.”

Still nestled inside of your body, he cherishes the way you tug at the strands of his hair at the nape of his neck and giggle at what you thankfully take as a joke.

“Nahh. Just someone who observes. Nothing wrong with that.”

“I guess not. Seems like you observe me quite often, though.”

He presses his forehead to yours and rubs your noses together. “More than you know.”

His naive little human.

If only you knew.

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STARRRRR MY LOVEEEE :D

Would love this prompt with either Caleb or Xavi (your choice!!)

a kiss stolen while brushing their teeth together—foam and giggles included.

EMMYYYYYYY thank you so much for sending in a prompt!! <33 this prompt is too cute and fits both of them so well that I did both!

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pairing: xavier x reader, caleb x reader (separate) wc: 820 & 738 prompt: a kiss stolen while brushing their teeth together—foam and giggles included. content: fluff, toothpaste kisses, suggestive themes (for caleb, a bit for xav)

Xavier

Mornings with Xavier were soft, languid. Beautiful moments stolen in the early morning light, tangled up and safe in his bed or yours. The weight of his body draped over yours underneath soft blankets lulls you to deeper sleep on the days when you weren't sleepily untangling yourselves to get ready for another day at the Association.

On those days, you turned off the alarm on his phone to get up first, pulling yourself to the bathroom to start the same steps you began every day with. Shower comes first, knowing well you'd both be late if he joined you, your own alarm ringing in the bedroom until Xavier eventually got up to trade places.

He fit into your routine so easily—never folding himself into a spot that didn't fit, but falling easily into step beside you, like he had always been there. Like there had always been a space waiting for him to fill it.

His clear blue eyes are drooping shut this morning, and he rubs at them as he stumbles up to the counter beside you, skin flushed and damp as he pulls his uniform on. The air is still steamy, mirror fogged up as you wipe at it.

You grab his toothbrush from his matching rinsing cup, wetting it with a bit of toothpaste before placing it into his mouth, opened by reflex for you. He hums a sleepy, thankful sound around it.

"Somebody's extra sleepy this morning," you mumble through the movements of your own toothbrush across your teeth. "And that's saying something."

Xavier hums again, blinking long and slow as he meets your gaze in the mirror.

"I was having a good dream," he answers with a long yawn that you worry may dislocate his jaw before he's brushing the other side of his teeth.

"Oh?"

You lean down, spitting out the toothpaste and filling your rinsing cup, listening to his sleepy mumbles behind you with a small smile you can never quite hold back around him.

"Mhm." The brushing of his teeth slows as he recalls the dream. "You were in it."

"Was I?"

"Mm." His voice is lower now when he hums, a deeper rumble in his chest that has you biting your lip to stop from smiling wider. "We didn't have work, so we got to sleep in. You kept kissing me, and you were so warm…"

You grin at him, pinching his cheek as the movement of his toothbrush makes it stick out, rounding his soft face in a way that makes your heart swell with adoration and cuteness aggression.

"My poor bunbun," you coo with a teasing grin. A pout grows on his lips, the handle of his toothbrush hanging from it as you continue to poke and squish his cheeks, giggling when foam from the toothpaste clings to his pout. "Whatever will he do without his morning kisses?"

You barely have time to react to the wicked glint that narrows his sleepy gaze, and you only manage to say a quick "Xavier, no" before the toothbrush slips from his mouth, and he plants a big, foamy kiss right onto your lips.

"Noooo," you laugh and cringe, jokingly pushing his face away as he dives in for more pecks across your lips.

He alternates top and bottom, leaving the minty taste lingering on them as he continues to pull laughter from you. His own giggles join yours, twinkling as bright as the happy golden glow that forms around his fluffy hair, ruffled and still sticking up from sleep.

"Alright, alright," you say, hands on his chest to gently push him away. "Enough of that. We're gonna be late if you steal any more of those, silly bun."

Xavier sighs, leaning over the sink to rinse out his mouth, and you wipe his lingering toothpaste off of yours.

When he straightens back up, he hits you with the wide, pleading blue eyes that you know damn well are the exact opposite of whatever wicked thing he's thinking, whatever plans he's concocting in that sharp mind to get more of you all to himself.

"More later?" is all Xavier ends up asking, so serenely, but you catch the twitch of a smirk on the corner of his lips when you sigh.

"If you're good," you say, unable to hide your own smirk as you wipe a bead of water away from that corner, planting a quick kiss there before dancing out of his grip. "C'mon, we'll grab breakfast on the way."

You spare one more glance back into the mirror to see the lovesick smile that curls over his lips, the soft, dazed look of admiration in his eyes when they meet yours in the reflection.

Like he still couldn't believe how much your lives had intertwined. Like you were the most precious thing that had ever happened to him; something he's been waiting for for a long, long time.

Caleb

Nightly routines with Caleb were like second nature.

Growing up together, you'd shared in everything: sodas, popsicles, cartoon time. Getting ready for school and for bed were no different.

Even if sharing the only small bathroom near your rooms in the old home became a lot more crowded, and a lot less pleasant as you both got into your teenage years. Trying to deal with a pimple that had appeared overnight before Caleb came bursting in to throw on that awful generic deodorant in the morning was certainly an experience, one you weren't keen to ever recreate.

But gone were the days of fighting for the bathroom, elbows thrown as you crowded together in front of the mirror, shoves and annoyed remarks exchanged to get a turn at the sink.

Now you live in a new home; one you had built together, just for the two of you. You settle into each other's side, not so much sharing your own space as it felt like you had both created this one together. No longer two separate entities, but a singular universe you existed in as one.

The only exception to this new content state of life was when he did this.

Standing at the counter with nothing but a towel slung low across his waist, those prominent veins on full display before they disappeared into the white fluffy fabric, beads of water still dripping down pink-tinged skin. You swallow thickly at the condensation that clings across his broad back when he leans over the sink to wet his toothbrush.

"C'mon, pips," he calls to you without even looking back, only sending you a little smirk in the mirror's reflection just to see you huff at his teasing. "Don't be shy."

"I'm not shy," you argue by reflex, immediately elbowing your way in next to him, reminiscent of the old days and drawing a laugh from his chest. His broad, wet, filled out chest. "You're distracting."

"Oh really?" He sticks his toothbrush into one side of his mouth, grinning around it as you busy yourself with grabbing your own. "Is that why you're starin' at me so much?"

"I'm not staring!"

"Riiight."

Another elbow is thrown in his direction for good measure, and he laughs again before you settle into one another.

You lean into each other by habit, and his hand finds the small of your back, brushing up under your pajama shirt to run callused fingers over the sensitive skin there. No ulterior motive, not seeking anything other than the familiar, comforting feel of you after a long day with the Fleet.

He subconsciously runs his other hand over the bits of stubble he hadn't had time to shave that morning, and you admire his side profile in the reflection, unashamed in your attention now that he'd already called you out on it.

The blush that grows across the apples of his cheeks when he feels the focus of your adoration is incentive enough to act on the moment.

"Caleb."

"Hm?"

You pull your toothbrush out of your mouth, tugging his out from where it hangs haphazardly from his lips before leaning up to steal a kiss from them.

The deepening red that spreads up to his ears and down to his slick chest at your unpredicted, stolen affection is delicious.

So you keep stealing minty kisses, giggling into his mouth with each surprised mumble and stutter you extract from him. The sounds slowly melt into hums, content and low as the kisses last longer, elongated like a cat's happy purr as his arm wraps around your waist and tugs you into him.

When you pull back, he exhales slow and giggles softly, nuzzling his forehead into yours.

"Still not used to you doin' that," he breathes, running a thumb across your jaw as he gazes upon you with adoration that had never changed, only deepened in meaning. Or rather, meaning that he lets you see now.

He places a kiss to the corner of your lips, wiping away a bit of foam there.

"God, you're going to ruin me, baby," he murmurs, all dark and gravely in the way that makes your heart race in excitement.

"Mm, hurry up then," you purr, swiveling around to rinse out your mouth, shooting him a smirk in the reflection as he remains frozen, drunk in love. "I'll show you just how much I can ruin you when you're done."

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