#-he's like: it's okay leave me behind caleb because he doesn't want to weight on him five minutes after a prison ship

[smiletimeisrunningout]

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[aurorasgate]

mutual masturbation with caleb

caleb x fem!reader this is pure filth y'all and the first time i'm writing for this man who can't seem to get out of my brain🫠🩷

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! masturbation obvi, post when he comes back, a tiny bit of voyeurisms but its not on purpose, praise kink, cute teasing and pet names, he'd kiss you if he weren't a little romantic for you but that doesn't stop him from cumming on you <3 its true love okay, i don't think anything else but please let me know if i missed something!

the key to your place sits in his palm, warm from his skin, guiding him like it’s tied to a tether thats other end could only possibly be with you. the person he wants to be with the most in the world. it’s small and light, especially in a hand as large as his, but it holds the weight of so much more.

hope. a promise and want all consuming and built over years together and what feels like even longer apart.

caleb knows you just got home, the pinging notification of your late arrival after work came on his phone the same minute he stepped off the train from skyhaven to linkon. he had decided to not let you know he’s coming by but didn’t waste a single moment hurrying to the store for ingredients to cook you something delicious and make his way to your apartment so he’s not late.

there’s something blooming in his chest as he slides the key into the lock without knocking, warm and familiar despite the thought that you might not be happy to see him sitting unwelcomingly at the bottom of his stomach and this being the first time he’s ever used the key you gave him.

you’ve been reaching out more, sounding happier because of him, asking when you’ll be together next, and he doesn’t want this distance between you any longer. he wants to see you, every breathing moment he wants you right next to him, and is looking forward to your surprised and smiling face upon his arrival.

your apartment is quieter, darker, than he expected when he opens the door and closes it with a soft click behind him. he knows you’re home and yet, the only thing to greet him is the blue lights of your kitchen appliances displaying the late hour. with quiet movements, he sets down the paper bag full of ingredients on the kitchen counter, leaves his keys next to it, and takes in your space; the items around him sitting in shadow that are all reminders of you, the sweet scent of you lingering in the air, the doors down the small hallway without light shining through them, except for your bedroom.

a low light filters through the bottom and slight crack in the not quite closed door, like only your nightstand lamp is on, and if he listens carefully, he can hear the muffled and small rustling sounds of movements. he doesn’t call out to you or say a word as he makes his way towards your bedroom. perhaps it’s out of habit, an old childhood one where he’d enjoy keeping quiet, hidden, until you were within arms reach and surprising you, giving you a bit of a jumpscare, so he could see your face contort with a cute pout once you realized it was him. or maybe it’s for other reasons, ones hard to put a name to when he hadn’t really let himself before but that are anything but foreign to him.

before he can decide what he’ll do, finally say something so you know he’s here or knock on the frame or just swing it open and ask accusingly, teasingly, what you’re doing, all of his movements and brain function come to a complete halt an inch away from the threshold of your bedroom when he hears you. 

lewd squelching sounds, rhythmic and fast, chasing after something, fills his ears and is accompanied rather than drowned out by the way you call his name in a way he’d only ever heard in his most sinful of dreams. 

“c - caleb~”

no - this couldn’t compare. it was so much better than he had been able to imagine and almost too good to be true. and when it comes again, more desperate, full of heat and wanting need, he’s reaching for the door before he can decide whether he actually should or not.

you don’t hear the opening of your door with your pleasure and thoughts of caleb getting the better of you. all you can focus on is the way your fingers don’t quite reach deep enough and the image of calebs hands, so much bigger, stronger, than your own, being able to touch and pleasure the depths of your warmth and find the perfect spot inside you over and over again. you don’t doubt he’d be wonderful at it.

it’s not the first time you’ve thought of him like this and it certainly won’t be the last. especially now that you swear he’s within arms reach in a way you thought you’d never have the chance to try for after.. well, you don’t want to think about that now. and you don’t. can’t possibly when you finally open your eyes and, through your hazy, lust filled vision, see him standing at the entrance of your bedroom.

your brain takes several moments to catch up, not quite sure if you were actually seeing him or just a mirage that you had conjured up more times than you’d like to count but when your eyes meet the lavender fields of his own, see them darkening into something more akin to most stunning of amethyst, and he says your name in a tone you had never heard from before, you know he’s there for real. having witnessed you touching yourself and no doubt having heard you calling out for him as you did.

there’s no notice of your displeasure at the loss of fullness between your legs when mortification is a living thing inside of you, washing over every nerve and inch of skin and has you sputtering out incoherent words as your hands tug at the shirt you had lifted just above your breasts and your legs shut with a clap of your thighs and the stickiness that had built up trying to get yourself off. “oh my fucking - caleb - i - when did - i’m - you - i just -” 

the step he takes closer to you, drawing your eyes from his handsome darkened features to the impressive bulge straining in his jeans, stops your words. you aren’t quite sure if your silence is better or worse than your string of explanations, questions, excuses, you couldn’t even form fully but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“you don’t have to stop on my account,” he finally says, his tone heady and teasing all at once. he thinks you look astonishingly stunning like this, the heat of your cheeks radiating through the entire room, your lips parted but no words coming out, your legs shyly pressed together and your peaked nipples showing through the thin fabric of your shirt that hardly covers you up. he keeps a painful distance between you despite it all and how badly he wants to touch you right now. he can’t overstep. can’t do anything that might make the progress you had made together thus far since reuniting come crumbling down at his feet. “i can leave if you-”

“no!” you’re quick to reply, your voice far more desperate than you would have preferred and you half expect caleb to comment on it but he only stares at you, like he might never let you leave this room, the tension between you building and building until you think you can’t take it anymore and force yourself to continue, to say what lays in your heart. “don’t go.. unless you want to. i - i’m sorry..”

he chuckles, soft and with no judgment. “you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” he’s more than honored to be the one you think of when touching yourself, would have loathed for it to be anyone but him. caleb starts to close the distance between you, slow and giving you the chance to change your mind but he hopes, prays, you don’t. for so long he’s dreamed of you like this. at the edge of your bed, he stands and watches his fingers running along the cotton of your sheets before they’re on the arch of your foot, traveling up to your ankle in a chaste movement that’s comforting and electrifying. “i don’t want to go.”

you feel far too shy, still so full of embarrassment and mortification he found you like this, to speak the words out loud that you want him, for him to touch you, be with you in a way you never had before, and are beyond thankful and breathless when he takes the lead and says the words himself.

calebs eyes meet yours, making it feel like your heart may leap right out of your chest with all the emotions behind his gaze that you could get lost in and the way his breaths fall heavy and hot in the space around. “let me help you.”

it’s not a question but you nod in acknowledgement anyway and try to swallow your shame. you never need to feel that way with him; not back then and not now. spreading your legs slowly, your arms cradled to your chest, his touch remains on your ankle but his eyes drop to watch your movements and your own are just as shameless, taking in the hardness of his cock and the way it seems to twitch in his jeans at the sight of you. 

“have you ever touched someone like this caleb?” you don’t know why you ask. time and time again he’s told you he wouldn’t get a girlfriend, hasn’t had a girlfriend, and if the answer was yes - you could already feel the lick of jealousy traveling up your spine. 

his hand not on your leg reaches for your face, gentle and firm in the way he forces you to look at him with his grip on your chin. “what do you think?” he looks and sounds unbelievably serious, like he’s hurt you’d even ask and truthfully, he is. there has never been anyone but you and there never will be anyone but you in his eyes. cradled in his arms. in his bed. on his cock.

worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, he keeps his hold on your chin but you need to look anywhere but the violet eyes staring back at you. it’s too much and not enough. not nearly what you need but enough to swallow you whole. instead of replying, you spread your legs farther, focusing on his fingers still lingering on your ankle and how badly you want them to touch other places of you. “caleb..” is all you can bring yourself to reply but it’s answer enough for him.

his hands leave you in order to make quick work of his shoes before he’s crawling his way between your legs, fully clothed, completely hard, and having to remind himself to breathe rather than take you in every possible way he could right here and now. though he can’t say it’s helping when every lung full of air is laced with your scent and your arousal. but he hasn’t even ever kissed you before and regardless of how badly- so fucking badly - he wants you, you deserve something so much more than sharing your first kiss together like this. he simply won’t have it.

with your thighs resting on his, helping keep you spread open, he sits on his knees to reach your face and kiss your forehead, tender and lingering and full of love. your face is so warm under his lips and against your burning skin, he whispers with a smile, “go on pretty girl. i said i’d help.”

as he pulls his lips away, your hand still stained with your essence finds its way back between your legs. how much you’re truly enjoying having caleb here is evident in the wetness you find there, so much more than before when it had only been you and your imagination to get you through it. you gather your slick on the tips of your fingers with a swipe along your folds, starting from your little hole and moving up to your clit that you graze softly with your nail and let out a small sound in response. 

caleb doesn’t touch you, not yet, and instead watches through heavy lidded eyes at the way your fingers sink into your cunt, slow and tentative, the way you take them in and the jolt of pleasure that resounds through the rest of you at the pleasure of it; how your chest lifts slightly off the bed as you try to take in breaths through it, your legs trembling against his own in time with the wet sounds of your fingers going in and out and your other hand that reaches for him in a silent plea.  

but it’s for more than him to finally touch you and you know you’ll have to say it aloud for him to do it but he did say he’d help you and this would absolutely do the trick.  “will you.. will you touch yourself too?”

“yeah? you’d like that pipsqueak?”

“don’t call me that when we’re like this,” you chide, not nearly as serious as you wish you were but it’s just not something you can muster right now. not when you can’t even look up at him. a fact he knows all too well by the way he chuckles low in response. “please caleb.. want to see you feel good too.”

“seeing you like this makes me feel good,” he replies, dreamy and far away but it’s followed by the sound of his belt being undone and the zipper of his jeans. you can’t help but stare at his movements, watching as he pulls himself free of his boxers just enough to grasp the base of his cock and good god he’s big. you had assumed considering all of him is, that this would be no exception but seeing his cock and the way it looks in his hold is something else entirely. “do you always think about me when you’re touching yourself sweetheart?”

“always..” you admit, trying to match the rhythm of your fingers to the pace he begins to set for himself, and it’s absolutely the truth. even when you thought it might be wrong to think of him like this, you couldn’t help yourself or the way your brain and pussy always ran towards thoughts of him and him alone. “do you? think about me when you touch yourself, i mean..”

finally, after what feels like so long, he touches you, using his hand that can feel you without pain to press his thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves that’s your clit. you’re so unbelievably soft, he thinks, so perfect. how could ever think of anyone else? “every. single. time.” he punctuates each word with more and more pressure in the little swirls and attention he gives your clit, all the while gripping himself tighter.

the warmth of his hand joins yours as you both explore and touch between your legs. it’s hard to believe he’s never done this before when every single touch he gives you is so far beyond what you had ever been able to give yourself and you only think it’s more true when his long fingers glide down the back of your hand and one of them joins two of yours that fills your dripping cunt. he slides it in slow, as if taking in every millisecond of it for himself just as much as it for you, and lets his palm press against the back of your hand so every move you make it as one.

“ah! caleb!” you cry out at the welcomed stretch, so blissed out and hungry for more. your free hand grabs a hold of his arm that works himself in slow pumps, up and down the length of his cock, collecting the pearly beads of precum leaking from his slit.  you’re surprised to find it warm despite what you know lies beneath but you don’t let it stop you from your fingers digging into his skin, enough to hurt, make sure he feels it, feels you.

he groans at how tightly you hold onto him and the way you greedily accept his finger with your own, every sweet and full in and out mention of them making you more full than you’d ever been but somehow you don’t think it’s enough as his cock would be.  it takes no time at all for him to find and follow where you curl them into the perfect spot inside of you, making you see stars of purples and white. 

“you’re such a good girl..” he praises with the same low tone, completely intoxicated with your noises and the sounds that join them in a sweet and filthy melody of your dripping pussy and his aching cock. “you can take another, can’t you?”

nodding, you attempt to add an emphasis to how badly you want more by unlatching your hand from his arm and running your fingers along the head of his dick. it’s hard to steady your movements with the way your body sways with each thrust of fingers in and out of you, the pace caleb helps you set that rocks your body almost soothingly, but the feeling of you in anyway, no matter how, is enough to drive caleb wild. he doesn’t waste a moment sliding another one of his long and lithe fingers into you, taking full control of yours, pressing them against your velvety walls and setting a punishing pace that you will not be able to keep for long. 

“caleb - wait -”

“keep your legs spread,” he tells you when you attempt to voice how quickly your orgasm is coming to you and bring your legs together to help calm yourself down but like the good girl he knows you are, his good girl, they shakily open back up at his words.

“won’t last like this..” you try to tell him but you don’t know if the words actually leave your lips when the pressure below your belly won’t stop building at an alarming rate and is spurred on by how he looks between your legs. his eyes are hidden underneath the ends of soft locks but you know he’s looking at you, watching the way his fingers get lost in the soft silk of your pussy, and you’re utterly captivated by the way his arms flex underneath his shirt as he gets you both where you want to be and his hand wrapped around his cock, growing more and more erratic in its movements. it has you aching to have him inside of you. 

it’s not something you’ll get the change to voice, however. not when he looks into your eyes, presses his fingers knuckles deep and then deeper, forcing your own to go with his, and the words he speaks are more of a command than a request, with a lilt of the voice you heard him use when being the commander of the fleet, leaving no room or choice but for your body to obey. “cum for me beautiful.”

you do. breaking around his fingers like you never have on your own before. it’s overwhelming, enough to have tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, a pleasuring cry you had never made before slipping uncontrollably out of your lips in the form of his name, and your walls clenching and pulsing so hard around both of your fingers. through every rack of pleasure coursing through your body, caleb only adds to it, already knowing the perfect spot to keep hitting inside of you in order to let you ride out every last moment of your high and when you think maybe it’s over, it only gets prolonged when you hear the deep moan of your name caleb lets out above you and feel the warmth of his release on your vulva, how it coats you in his plentiful cum and drips from your cunt onto the sheets below you before he’s even finished.

you aren’t sure how long you stay like that, both of you fighting for breath and letting the last bits of your orgasms wash over you, but after some time when all that's left is the mess between your legs and the truth of what you’ve just done together still a warming hum in your limbs, caleb is careful, thoughtful, as he helps to guide your fingers out of your entrance, soothing you with a soft hum when the overstimulation of it makes you shutter. 

“feelin’ better?” he asks, the aftershock of pleasure still clinging to his vocal cords.

“mhm - much.” your own voice is not any better but you don’t care or worry. not when it feels so good, so right, to have him here with you, seeing you like this. despite your past embarrassment about it only minutes ago, which can’t hold a candle to this between you, it brings you back to how you ended up here in the first place. you’re certain he wasn’t here before and that you didn’t have plans, not that it’s a complaint though. “no offense caleb but what are you doing here?”

you see him smirk as he gets off of your bed, tucking his dick back into his pants with ease before looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars yourself, just for him. “making you dinner, of course.” he says it so matter of factly, like he wasn’t just knuckles deep inside you, as he leans over the edge of the bed to scoop you into his embrace, one strong arm at your back and one under your legs, uncaring of the mess dripping from your pussy. “after we get you cleaned up that is.”

[nephriteknight]

i've made a playlist for my hanahaki-adjacent martin corruption fic! i spent way too much time on this, and it is ordered deliberately ;) it is almost entirely the crane wives because a) the themes!! and b) i just love their music okay. thought i'd highlight some lines from each song, think of it as a tonal sneak peak (can you tell i'm way too invested in this wip? ironically, it is consuming me)

"Feed me promises, keep my heart well, I'll sing you songs until the darkness does recede. But if in the end I lose my voice will you forget about your love for me?" (Canary in a Coal Mine by the Crane Wives)

"I bite my tongue to keep the worst of the words in so they don't hurt nobody but me. Swallow the poison I wanna spit, bitter medicine, I think it's making me sick." (Bitter Medicine by the Crane Wives)

"Oh, the path of least resistance, foolish misinterpretation. Your heart is a nasty place, I'm afraid to say no to you." (Predator by the Crane Wives)

"Folks 'round here are mean, spit fire and gasoline but all I want is solitude. I have half a mind to climb up in the sky and hide myself inside the moon." (New Colors by the Crane Wives)

"I will drown for you, sink to black from blue, and let the water win. Wear you 'round my waist, hold your heart like weight, open my lungs to let you in." (The Diving Bell by the Crane Wives)

"Someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole. If to love is to be changed I'm only worsening, mosquito larvae in my ribs. He only loves me when I rot like him." (The Bog Bodies by Rabbitology)

"I should be counting blessings, something is better than nothing, isn't it, isn't it, isn't it? It's close enough to perfect, what does it hurt, a little bit?" (Nobody by the Crane Wives)

"All my aching bones are trembling and I may yet fall apart. Won't you stay with me my darling, when the war starts in my heart?" (Curses by the Crane Wives)

"Maybe it's the heat or maybe it's the pain but I can't shake the feeling we're not coming back again. We're not pure of heart but we're true of aim and our heads are full of love and blood and whiskey." (Blood and Whiskey by the Mechanisms)

"Dreams are sweet until they're not. Men are kind until they aren't. Flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart. Is anybody listening? I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Nothing, nothing gonna wake me now." (Flowers from Hadestown)

"There's a wind alive in the valley, it will fill your lungs if you'll have it. Where I go, will you still follow? Will you leave your shaded hollow? Will you greet the daylight looming? Learn to love without consuming?" (Thus Always To Tyrants by the Oh Hellos)

"Come my dear and drink while the water's still cold. I am naught but a scar upon your breastbone. So kiss me quick steal every secret I keep. You can have anything that you want from me." (October by the Crane Wives)

"When it's love turns you sour, only love can turn you back. Stop waiting on the flowers. Blood don't mean a thing in the end." (Caleb Trask by the Crane Wives)

"Been enraptured and tied, turn your ghosts into mine, all the years, all the years I'm alive. Softly a cold wind paints my face into your arms, sell my sorry soul." (Naked, the Night Falls by the Crane Wives)

"The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun. Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own." (The Moon Will Sing by the Crane Wives)

"Time will change you. You'll leave behind what doesn't move. We all outgrow our roots." (Time Will Change You by the Crane Wives)

"So lets throw my garden party, you promised roses but gave me thorns. You'd leave me rotting 'til summer's over, guess I'll be digging alone." (Garden Party by Madds Buckley)

"Climb ye higher and higher and higher 'til you're far away and breathing cleaner air. Oh my brother, my brother, my brother who have you become in the wake of all that happened here? They're burning down the orchard to the soil, to the soil, to the grave. Spreading out the ashes of a love that only gave and gave." (Icarus by the Crane Wives)

"So I take a deep breath and turn to be brave. Harvest the fruits of being afraid." (Red Clay by the Crane Wives)

"I thank these walls, my hideaway, my sanctuary to worship the pain. I never thought I'd leave the cave, but I'm more curious than afraid." (Arcturus Beaming)

"I won't bargain, I won't break, my mind made up though my head still aches, and all my love you tried to take but you can't have it all." (Can't Have It All by the Crane Wives)

"I have always known you, you have always been there in my mind. But now I understand you and I will not be part of your designs." (Dear Wormwood by the Oh Hellos)

[weirdroomwherealexcried]

Sorry I didn't mean for this to be so long, it just had a life of it's own. But uh I wrote the scene.

Luke and Julie are going through her dream box together during a sonwriting session and Ray calls Julie for help with dinner or something. Luke continues on reading her lyrics because she's just so damn talented and finds a new one.

Step into my world

Bittersweet love story 'bout a girl

Shook me to the core

Voice like an angel

I've never heard before

Luke knows this is about Julie and is filled with so much jealousy because who said this too her. Was it nick? It has to be. He's mentally preparing to fight the kid as he reads on.

Here in front of me

They're shining so much brighter

Than I have ever seen

Life can be so mean

But when he goes, I know he doesn't leave

Confusion now because this doesn't make sense for Nick and they? They is plural like him and the guys? She described herself with the voice of an angel? She's not wrong he just didn't expect it and when he goes? He as in Luke? He doesn't dare hope but this is a love song and Julie knows Alex is gay and her and Reggie are like brother and sister.

The truth is finally breaking through

Two worlds collide when I'm with you

Our voices rise and soar so high

We come to life when we're

In perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Holy crap it has to be him our voices Julie and him are the only ones who sing together. I mean Flynn does too but it already said he.

You set me free

You and me together is more than chemistry

Love me as I am

I'll hold your music here inside my hands

We say we're friends, we play pretend

You're more to me, we're everything

Our voices rise and soar so high

We come to life when we're

In perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

She likes him back. And in the same way. She feels their connection the same way he does. Luke is enthralled and his leg is bouncing nervously so he doesn't notice Julie walk back in until she's pulling the piece of paper out of his hands ranting about boundaries. He apologises profusely but it's somewhat cheapened by the grin on his face.

"Julie, I'm sorry, I didn't realise what I was reading at first. It's beautiful" she's blushing now and walks downstairs without looking back at him. He can't help but follow poofing down to the studio where the guys are. Reggie asks if they're done already just as Julie walks in then turns around the second she seems him.

"Julie wait. Please can we just talk about it?" She pauses but doesn't say anything or turn to look at him.

"We'll give you guys a second." Alex offers but Julie shouts out a no so quickly it's almost like a slap in the face. She turns around now but looks past Luke to Alex and Reggie.

"It's nothing. Flynn'll be here soon we should start practising." She passes Luke without looking and sits at her mum's piano. Not done talking about this Luke sits on top of it and refuses to move until she acknowledges him.

"Is it about me?" He finally asks even though he knows it is.

"It doesn't matter." She responds playing the intro to one of their new songs. Luke still doesn't move. "I don't want to talk about this?"

"What's going on? Is everything okay?" Reggie asks and Luke knows that worried look. It was the same one he had whenever he came to band practice after his parents were fighting.

"Yeah Reggie we're fine. Julie's just being stubborn." She snorts out a laugh and it's like a weight lifts of Luke's chest. She's embarrassed but not mad. "Would it help if I said I felt the same way." Finally she stops playing and meets his eyes and Luke can hear Alex and Reggie poof out behind him.

"No, it wouldn't because it doesn't matter." Those seven words hurt more than all of Caleb's jolts combined.

"It does to me." Luke can hear his voice crack and hates that it makes her flinch. "Why didn't you want me to know?"

"Because you're a ghost Luke. No matter what I feel one day you'll cross over. Move on and I already know it'll break my heart when you do. The three of you are my family and I couldn't handle losing you if we're anything more than that." There's a knock at the studio door and Flynn walks in asking if the guys are here. "Just Luke. But he's going to get the others for rehearsal."

Luke does as she says but isn't done talking about this. Even though he knows she's right Luke can't deny his feelings for her. He finds the guys in the kitchen with Ray and Carlos.

"Hey. What was that about?" Alex asks concerned Luke can only imagine the look on his face.

"I found a song Julie wrote that I wasn't meant to. A love song." He responds and Alex nods as understanding slowly dawns on Reggie.

"If she wrote it why was she so upset?" He asks and Alex shakes his head.

"She can't date a dead guy. No matter how the feel about each other Luke is a ghost and Julie's a lifer. I'm sorry Luke but you know it's true." Luke knows Alex is trying to help so he can't be mad but it still really hurts. Reggie comes over to hug him tightly and even if it is doomed. Luke can't give up on her. He won't lose their Perfect Harmony.

just a reminder that luke patterson has no idea perfect harmony exists