#could've waited to make this post but no i couldn't and why would i

[tojisbbg]

pacify her

❝she's getting on my nerves, you don't love her... stop lying with those words!❞

♡ caleb ♡

sypnosis: you and caleb have been best friends for years, growing up and living together since childhood. nothing more and nothing less... so why did seeing him with that bitch hurt so much?

wc: 20k (i know, sorry, i got carried away but it's good i promise)

a/n: hai!! thank you so much for all the love and support on my first lads smutfic i posted for valentines day, i did not expect it to blow up like that (calebcore). as a token of my appreciation, please take this caleb smutfic as a gift. this is my longest written piece as of yet, so if this flops i'm gonna pull a caleb. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: fratboy!caleb x fem!reader, college au, reader is a little naive, heavy possessiveness on both sides (c'mon, it's caleb), heavy jealousy, mean caleb, reader's manipulative, lots of sappy feelings, pure filth, porn with plot, smut (lots of sex, beware!! and no details, find out lol), all acts are consensual, not edited.

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"what was that, pipsqueak? couldn't hear ya from up here." caleb smirked, violet eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned down a little.

"calebbb! give me back my phone, i'll be late for my nail appointment." you whined, once again trying to snatch your phone out of his grip. however, your attempts were futile and comical; as the obviously taller man kept extending his hand out of your reach purposely.

"ask me nicely and maybe, just maybe, i'll give it back." he teased, chocolate brown fringes falling over his eyes as he tilts his head to the side.

"stop being mean!" you huff out, annoyed as you kept tiptoeing and reaching up to grab your phone.

caleb continued to watch you helplessly struggle against his height with nothing but amusement. he was more focused on how your skirt hiked up with every small jump, revealing more of the soft skin of your thighs. or how your tits cutely jiggled a few inches right below his face as you wore a pink laced babydoll top.

it was wrong and downright perverted, but god did it make his cock throb.

"caleb-" your words were cut short as you lost your footing, the thick heel of your mary janes slipping on the wooden floor of your living room. you yelped, face planting on caleb's chest as he wrapped his free arm around your waist to ground you.

"woah, easy there, pipsqueak. if you wanted a hug from me so bad you could've just asked." caleb lightly joked, making you pout as you looked up at him with a gaze he could only describe as-

how to get caleb hard in under two seconds.

your eyes were probably his most favorite feature of you. they were so doey, how they'd disappear when you'd giggle over his jokes, how your pupils would dilate when he bought you those stupidly adorable bows you wear on your hair; or how you'd look at him like he's ripped your heart straight out of your chest when you didn't have things go your way.

lethal puppy eyes.

"please caleb?" such a sultry voice only you could produce that could make even the strongest man on earth crumble; and god, caleb was definitely not the strongest soldier on the battlefield when it came to you.

"okay, okay, here." he smiled, handing you back your phone as his eyes briefly glanced at the dangling apple phone charm—which he had one as well to match with you.

"yay, thanks. i'm gonna go then, my girl friends are waiting for me." your eyes lighten up, giving him a girly smile which nearly sent his soul flying.

"mhm, make sure you make it in time for your math lecture, y'know how strict that professor is. batting those cute lashes of yours won't work on him like it does on me." caleb reminded you, his tone became slightly stern, but you only giggled at the sudden shift of his demeanor.

"roger that, captain." you gave him a small salute, making his small facade break for a couple of seconds as he cracked a smile.

"cheeky brat." he shook his head as he watched you rush out the door, purse adorned on your shoulder. suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pockets.

ding!

your $100 transaction at nailsbytojisbbg is complete

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you walked out of your last lecture, chit-chatting with a classmate as you exited the building. you noticed the familiar figure of a tall, broad man in the distance, wearing a white tanktop and gray shorts.

your lips curled into a smile, quickly waving your classmate goodbye as you quickened your footsteps. but, your smile would drop as you observed that he was not alone.

a girl, whom you've never met before, emerged from behind him as they both conversed. your steps became less urgent, a weird feeling bubbling in your stomach and chest—making you nauseous.

before you could turn around and walk away, caleb already caught your eyes, smiling as he waved at you. now there was absolutely no way in avoiding him, so you tried your best to reciprocate a smile to him, using one of your freshly manicured hands to wave back.

the distance between you two, or rather three, soon closed as caleb now stood in front of you; backpack slung over his shoulder.

"finished your classes, pips?" caleb asked, eyeing you playfully as if to prevent you from lying to him.

"yes, why wouldn't i?" you scoffed, making him chuckle.

"just checking 'cause you have a bad habit of skipping that class and i don't want you to fail." he pinched your cheek and although he teases you with this all the time, for some reason it was irking you now specifically because that stupid random girl was standing beside him.

you didn't want her to think that caleb knew dumb girls like you!

"i'm not failing that class, caleb. also, i only skip that class when needed, you're making me sound like a bad student." you glared at him, swatting his hand away from your face.

caleb's eyes widened at the sudden ill reaction from you, holding his hands up to surrender.

"my bad, pipsqueak; didn't know you were all studious now." caleb lightheartedly chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

"whatever, i guess we're not going home together since you have company." you commented, your tone a bit vice as you glanced at the girl next to him who quietly took in the interaction. caleb noticed the heavy tension between you two, thinning his lips as he mentally slapped himself for not introducing you both to each other.

"oh, caleb, it's fine. you could go home with your sister, we could catch up on the project another time." she smiled, making you almost puke in your mouth.

your eyebrows pinched together at her words.

sister?

you weren't his damn sister, did he not talk about you to her? all of caleb's friends knew of your presence in his life as caleb always made sure to let the whole world know about the one and only person that mattered to him the most.

you.

although you and caleb aren't related by blood, you were just as close to him as real family, and likewise for you. your adoptive grandmother passed away a few years back when the two of you were still high schoolers.

josephine, your grandma or gran as you both would call her, was a pretty kind old lady. she always treated you two like her own, making sure that you and caleb were nothing short of living a normal childhood. the initial plan was to only adopt you, but after seeing how inseparable you and caleb were, she didn't have the heart to snatch you away from him.

it was odd because you both weren't related, but she never pried deep into why.

all because of an apple.

when caleb was first brought in, he was hostile and scared; like most kids would. no matter how much the nurses and caretakers tried, they couldn't get him to take a single bite of food.

so one night, you saved your apple from dinner by hiding it under your bed, waiting for the lights to go out. after deeming the coasts to be cleared, your small footsteps tiptoed to the boys room as you opened the door to find him crouched against the wall; head buried in his knees as he sniffled.

you approached him with a gentle aura, sitting on your knees in front of him as you softly tapped his arms; glossy amethyst eyes meeting yours before landing on your small hands that offered him an apple.

the rest was history.

gran's death hit you both hard, but she always thought two steps ahead; leaving her inheritance for both you and caleb to use towards your education and living expenses.

she knew how much caleb wanted to be a fighter pilot and work for the DAA one day. as for you, well, you're a bit... slower on the run. you didn't know what you wanted to be and to be honest, school really wasn't your thing. gran always assured you that you didn't need to have things figured out so early and that you'd eventually have things sorted out... but that was four years ago.

you're now a sophmore in college while caleb's in his senior year.

"ah, no, y/n isn't my sister. she's my best friend, actually." caleb corrected, rubbing the back of his nape as the girl's eyes widened at the revelation, quickly apologizing.

"it's fine, most people assume that anyways, so we're used to it. we grew up together, so in a way, it makes sense." you shrug, making caleb frown.

"trust me, i'd never wanna be related to this pipsqueak here, she's a handful." caleb poked fun at you, making you groan as you pinched his side, making him yelp.

"i'm not!" you defended, making him laugh.

"as you say. now, before i forget, y/n this is my classmate from my mechanics lecture, ___. we're both in the aviation program, so we're paired up for the final project." he explained with a bright smile, but the commonalities between them only made your skin crawl.

why did he smile around her like that?

was he that happy to have someone like her in his field of interest?

were you not enough for him?

all these questions assaulted your mind, giving you a rising migraine.

"hello, earth to pipsqueak, you with me?" his voice woke you up, making you sigh.

"i wanna go home, tired." you shortly said before walking off, not bothering to wait for him or glare at that bitch one last time.

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you were splayed on the couch, head rested against the soft apple cushion you forced caleb to purchase years back because it seemed like a perfect buy. too lazy and annoyed to go up to your room and change out of your clothes, you decided to cool off by listening to some music.

as you leisurely listened to your playlist, you observed your nails which you got done earlier. the music blared in your ears and you failed to notice the jingling sound of the door-lock, the knob twisting open before revealing a tired caleb with arms full of groceries.

you took a quick look at him before quickly gluing your eyes back on your nails. your best friend noticed, a small smile perking up as he realized that you were still a bit annoyed at him for earlier.

that was no biggie, he had no problem in apologizing to you hundreds of times until you forgave him.

that's how it always was for you two, even as kids. as adorable and cheeky you were, you were a damn klutz too. so, you'd end up tripping and bumping into tables, causing the beautiful antic vases gran thrifted to fall and shatter on the floor.

not wanting you to get into trouble, he'd take the blame for you, saying he knocked it over when playing basketball inside.

when you two argued, it was always short lived no matter who was in the wrong; because caleb would always end up being the first to apologize, not being able to stay mad or distant from you. if he was to describe your place in his life in just a few words, he'd say you're just as important as the air he needed to breathe.

it's natural for him to need you, to want you and to love you.

caleb kicked off his shoes after closing the front door, walking over to the couch where you were resting and ignoring his presence. with a small grunt, he placed the grocery bags down before hopping on the couch; plopping right on top of you without exerting his entire weight, not wanting to crush you.

you groaned in both annoyance and the sudden weight of his body, shooting him a glare from between your fingers, but he only grinned at you.

"still mad at me, pipsqueak?" caleb asked, placing his head on your stomach as peered up at you, giving you his stupid puppy eyes.

literally, he looked like a sad, wet puppy.

it took everything in your willpower to not throw away every ounce of anger and jealousy you had boiling inside of you to just wrap your arms around him.

so, you just closed your eyes and ignored him, turning up the volume on your phone.

caleb frowned at your actions, using a hand to tug on the wire as the earphone plugged in your right ear fell.

"hey, i'm talkin' to ya, pips." his voice was soft, but harbored a little bit of disappointment.

"don't wanna talk to you." a childish huff left your mouth as you glared down at him, but to caleb you looked like an angry kitten.

so, he took bait.

"really? so after paying for these cute nails, you won't even show me? no 'thank you, caleb! you're the best in the world!' ? i think i've spoiled you rotten." he lets out an exasperated sigh, but his expression is more fond than annoyed.

his gaze drifts back to your nails, his fingers briefly wrapping around your wrist to take a closer look.

"cute and expensive..." he tuts, but his thumb is gently stroking the softness of your wrist.

"what are you implying? that i get a job and work my cute ass off?" you murmured, your tone full of offense just at the thought.

he lifts his gaze back to your face, his playful smirk back in place.

"of course not. i don't mind providing for your cute ass until we both reach our graves and you know that, y/n." he laughs, shaking his head in mock annoyance. his grip on your wrist loosens, but his fingers continue the light stroking motion almost absentmindedly.

"but now that you mention it, maybe having a taste of the real world wouldn't be so bad after all. then you'd be more appreciative of all the things i do for you." his eyes dancing with amusement as he feigns indifference.

of course, caleb didn't mind whether or not you wanted to get a job. in fact, he liked being able to provide for you and spoil you rotten! seeing the joy in your eyes when he agreed to buy you those stupidly overpriced trinkets that now decorate both of your rooms, or shopping for clothes and shoes and of course your nails and makeup.

after everything you've done for him, which was simply existing in his lonely life, he felt like he owed you his whole life. he'll never forget that night, when the two of you had nothing, yet you gave him everything.

the kindness of your heart.

"tch, now you really do sound like my brother." you joked, knowing how much it irked him when you called him that.

a grimace flashes across his face, his grip on your wrist tightens momentarily. he always hated it when you called him your brother or when someone mistakenly addressed you as his sister.

"don't call me that." he mutters, his voice firm and possessive.

"then don't nag at me like one." you bit back.

his expression softens, his grip loosening back into a gentle touch. he sighs, a mixture of frustration and concern creeping into his expression.

"i just... i worry about you, alright? i try to give you everything you want, but you don't—" he cuts himself off, the words hanging in the air, as if choosing whether to continue or not.

"i don't what?" you cocked an eyebrow.

"nevermind." caleb mumbled under his breath, lifting himself off of you, only for you to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back.

"no, say it." you looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

he looks away, his gaze locking on a small crack in the wall, his voice low and gruff. he's struggling to articulate his feelings, not wanting to hurt you.

"you don't... apply yourself. you spend your time on things that don't matter. you have talents, but you don't use them. you're wasting your potential, pipsqueak. gran left behind so much for us, i'm sure she'd want you to take advantage of the path she built for us." caleb explained, violet eyes locked with your as his tone was stern but still embrace a gentleness to it—hoping that you could take his words to heart.

which you did, but not in the way he wanted you to.

"are you getting tired of me, caleb?" your voice wavered, coming out like a whisper.

his eyes widen in surprise, and he shakes his head vehemently.

"no, god no. it's not that at all. it's just—" he pauses, his gaze flitting away for a moment before returning to you, his expression a mix of frustration and conflict as he pursues his lips.

"we've known each other since we were kids. you're just as smart as i am, so why don't you want to be...more? pips, i don't mind devoting my whole life to feed you, spoil you endlessly and so much more—but i want you to seek out more in life. we both came a long way, from being unwanted to finding each other. i just want you to take everything that you can." a gentle calloused hand came up to stroke your cheek, his fingers lithe and a little cold.

caleb had a habit of getting clamy hands when he was nervous.

"smart? don't make me laugh. you and zayne were always ahead of me, it was so embarrassing to show gran all those red marks on my grades. i-i... i don't have a place in the world of academics. why do you think i spend so much time on caring about how i look? if i can't offer the world my brain then maybe i could make it up with my looks. and if all goes to hell, then i'll just marry some old, rich guy." you shrugged, your words coming out a bit jokingly as you chuckled at the end.

he falls silent, for once rendered speechless by the nonchalance in your tone. he doesn't know what's more infuriating—that you think so little of yourself, or that you could so easily imagine a life without him.

"is that what you think you're worth? that being a trophy wife is the best you can do?" he takes a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check.

"at this rate, honestly yeah." you grumbled, looking away from him.

his eyes narrow, a mixture of anger and exasperation in his gaze. he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes which were full of hurt at how you downplayed yourself.

"bullshit! you're smart, talented, and goddamn beautiful, and you're just gonna waste it all by marrying some rich guy you don't even like?" caleb grits his teeth, cupping your cheek as his thumb rubbed across the apple of your soft mounds.

"there's no other choice! look, i get it, okay? you have a life too and i don't wanna be a pest leeching off of you forever." your lips quiver, heart pounding in your chest as it felt like someone just twisted the knife in your gut as the words left your lips.

only to be oblivious that your words cut caleb deeper than it did you.

"no choice? there's always a choice for you as long as i'm alive on this earth, y/n—me! i'll work my ass of in this program and get in the DAA to be a badass fighter pilot and make tons of money. i'll be the only man you'll ever need, don't you worry your pretty head over nothin', you hear me? don't ever think you're a liability. i need you, damn it." he poured his heart out, looking deep into your eyes as if he was trying to touch your soul; gently to caress it and help you mend those scars of insecurity that bled.

but you were scared and found it difficult to believe his words, not after seeing how happy he looked earlier with someone else that was not you.

"you don't have to lie, caleb. that girl from earlier... she seems like a better pick for you. she's smart enough to be in the aviation program with you, she's strong and she's pretty. she has beauty and brains while i merely have half." your throat squeeze tightly, a lump forming as it physically hurt to say the next set of words.

"she's perfect for you, caleb." your eyes welled with tears as you looked down to where your hands rested on your stomach.

"i don't care if she's smarter, or more talented. she's not you. she's not the one i grew up with, the one who's always been there for me. this is what she can't offer me. this connection we have. i don't want anyone else, I just want you in my life, pipsqueak." his jaw tightens, his eyes fierce as he speaks. he takes your hand, bringing it to his chest, his heart beating rapidly under your palm.

all the tears that you've been holding back finally slip out one by one, running down your flushed cheeks as streaks of black mascara taints your skin. caleb's eyes softened, sitting on his knees before pulling you up with him, cradling your head in his chest.

"shh... it's okay, i'm here. i'm not leaving you, i promise." he whispers in a honeyed voice, making your heart flutter as you sobbed.

"e-everyone's so mean to me! your friends whistle and laugh when i walk past them in my skirts or if the bow in my hair unties and falls—o-or when i trip on my pumps! they call me a bimbo or brainless s-slut!" you choked on your tears, clutching onto his shirt as your tears formed damp puddles on the white fabric.

caleb's eyes darkened at your words, blood boiling in fury. his embrace tightened, but a vein could be seen present on his forehead as he tried his best to keep his temper in check while calmly speaking to you.

"they said what now, y/n?" his tone was grave, making your breathing go a bit uneven.

"h-hey, it's okay. i don't see them much anyways." you tried to assure him, but caleb was no longer listening.

all the functions in his brain has gone haywired, loss of connection after hearing you. suddenly, he gently pushed you off his lap, grabbing his phone before shoving it in his pocket.

your eyes widened as you watched him get up from the couch. you reached out, grabbing his wrist.

"where are you going?" you asked, watching him only turn his head to the side but his eyes looked at you faintly. there was no light, just darkness and his face read a dangerous expression.

to kill.

"i'm gonna beat the absolute shit out of them and make them kneel in front of you to apologize." he bitterly spat out, words laced with venom before ripping his hand out of your grasp; not needing much force.

your heart rate quickened as you quickly followed his footsteps, not wanting him to make it out the door. you grabbed the back of his shirt, grounding your foot to hold him back.

"caleb, don't do this! you're in a high-stake program, if they find out about you doing this type of shit, you'll be kicked out! i swear i'm fine." you tried to convince him, but your words only made his anger rise.

he turned around, glaring at you.

"be quiet. you're not fine, i know you're not. so stop lying to me, 'cause i hate it when you do that. i know what's best for you and me, so don't stop me." caleb's tone dropped octaves lower, but you pushed aside your slight fear of him at this moment, caging him in your comparably smaller arms to hold him hostage.

"i won't let you go." you shake your head, holding him tight. you heard him let out a heavy sigh, as his shoulder slumped. you closed your eyes in relief, thinking that you were able to avoid the worst possible situation.

"you really don't like it when i'm a nice guy, huh?" caleb chuckled darkly, making your eyes widen. suddenly, he lifted you up in his arms and began walking upstairs.

fuck.

"wait, caleb!" you squirmed in his hold, but his grip around you remained stern.

"y'know i don't like it when you butt into things you shouldn't, pipsqueak." he walked up the second flight of stairs that led to the attic. after opening the door, he pushed you inside and quickly closed the door, locking it.

"caleb, what the hell?! let me out! you can't fuckin' do this to me, we're not kids anymore! ugh, let me out!" you banged and kicked on the door, but he wouldn't budge.

soon enough, his footsteps were getting distant.

"caleb? caleb!!"

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a week has passed since that incident. you were pretty pissed at him when he finally returned and unlocked you from your confinement, ready to pounce on him, yell and slap him.

but all that fury dissipated once you saw his bruised knuckles and disheveled state. caleb wasn't insensitive and to save you the trauma of witnessing three bloodied guys kneeling to you on the floor, he recorded their voices which dripped with pain and remorse as apologies flew out of their mouths like a mantra.

the smile plastered on his face was almost deranged and crazy, but yet without a fail it made your heart leap in your throat.

"so you wear skirts and smell like peaches. so what? that doesn't make you less than anyone else. if anything, it's one of the things i love about you. they can call you whatever they want. i know who you are, and that's all that matters."

his words rang loud and clear in your ears every time you remembered them. you can vividly imagine his eyes, the tenderness they held while his voice softly cured the aches in your heart.

"hey pips, gonna do laundry now. anything else you need for me to throw in?" caleb peeps in his head through the small crack of your door, chocolatey brown locks coming into view. you ushered him to come inside, to which he obeyed.

there you saw him, in all this handsome glory. you pondered quickly, how did he change so quickly?

in the back of your mind, you could still picture caleb to be a scrawny little kid with a high pitched voice; playing as the dragon while you were the princess trying to run away from him in the sandbox.

and then came high school when he got his first job as a restocker at the local grocery store, being required to lift heavy things, so he began to frequently workout at the gym and at home too; insisting that you could be of help by sitting on his back while he did push-ups.

the scrawny squeaky caleb would then transform into a tall, handsome and broad young man. he carried you in his big, beefy arms in the summer heat; one hand full with gorcery bags while the other held you as you sipped on the overpriced fake pink lemonade the girls scouts were selling—letting him take a few sips from your straw to compensate.

and now here he stood in your room, shirtless and only in a pair of calvin klein boxers; the tag necklace attached with the apple charm hanging on his neck.

"hm, nope. everything should be in my basket. thanks caleb." you smiled with gratitude, pointing to the lavander laundry basket by your door.

"mhm, don't mention it." he hummed before bending down to grab your basket.

caleb made his way down to the basement where the washing machine was. he remembered how you always nagged at him for throwing your clothes with his, how the rough material of his clothes ruined the cute lacey frills of yours.

he rolled his eyes as he could mentally hear your voice whining at him. so, to save him the trouble, he decided to wash his clothes last. caleb began to throw your clothes in, only to find the deep crimson pair of panties that he loved so much in the pile, peeking and tempting him.

the brunette groaned, fingers playing with the soft red laces that decorated the edge of your panties. his imagination ran wild, picturing you in nothing but the thin fabric of the panties that were now crumpled in his large hands.

it was sick and perverted... he knows that it was wrong to do so.

but he couldn't help himself—holding your panties to his nose, the part where your pussy would've been hugged with, taking a deep inhale. his eyes rolled back, whimpering as he could smell the musky scent of your cunt, his mouth salivating as he could only wish to be able to taste your sweet pussy.

blood rushed down to his cock, making him painfully hard. caleb groaned, tugging the waistband of his boxers down as his dick sprung back to hit his abs.

he grabbed another pair of your dirty panties, this one being a soft blue, and wrapped it around his cock. caleb's mouth gaped open, moaning as he began to stroke his dick, feeling the fabric of your panties rub against his sensitive skin.

"hnghh... fuck, you smell so good, princess." caleb quietly moaned, the hand gasping your panties tightening as he sniffed your panties while shamelessly jerking himself off.

he bit down on his lips, increasing the pace of his hands as beads of precum trickled down his swollen mushroom tip. the vein that ran on the underside of his cock throbbed with adrenaline, making his knees almost buck.

caleb could imagine how your soft pussy was hidden in these same pair of panties, your cute little clit peeking out of your sopping wet folds. did you ever touch yourself through these panties of yours? who do you think about when you touch yourself? was it him?

god, all these questions only made his balls twitch as he could feel himself grow closer to his orgasm.

"ahhh- shit, please, y/n. need to taste you so bad, h-hahh.." he whimpered, tongue lolling out as he began to suck on your panties desperately while trying to chase his high.

with a few more pumps, caleb's cock began to spurt out white, thick wads of hot, sticky cum onto your blue panties. his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath as post-nut clarity was hitting him.

his face rushed with a red tint, embarrassed but not enough to stop. after all, this wasn't his first time.

"hey caleb, have you seen my pink panties? i checked everywhere but couldn't find them. were they in the basket yesterday when you did the laundry? i could've sworn i placed them there."

"nope, didn't see them, pipsqueak. maybe you left them in your locker or somethin'. don't worry, if you need more i could always take you shopping."

caleb had all your bras and panties memorized just like how he memorized the different functions and buttons of aircrafts. he begrudgingly allowed you to pull him into victoria's secret to go shopping for new cute sets, wanting his opinions and of course, needing his card as well.

of course, he didn't mind buying them for you! after all, he'd pluck a pair from your weekly laundry every time and use it to fuck his fist or even keep for himself if he really liked that pair. so, it was only fair to buy you more to compensate.

"yeah, definitely keeping this one." caleb grunts before throwing the crimson red panties in his basket.

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the spring semester was coming to an end, meaning that caleb would soon graduate. you were so excited to attend his graduation, having your dress readily hung in your closet, noting down on your ipad what kind of flowers you wanted to include in the massive bouquet you were planning to welcome him with and of course—

his gift.

caleb always gave a dog kind of guy, so you were thinking of getting a puppy for him. but, of course, things change like always and you still had another few weeks to plan.

the only problem was that getting a hold of caleb nowadays became extremely hard, which might sound weird considering the fact that you two literally live together in the same house.

but it's true.

for the last few weeks, caleb's been buried in books and drowning himself in the strongest concoction of what you could only make out as coffee and redbull. he's been on his grind to study for the final exam, which would determine if he got in the DAA or not. of course, the semester long project, which he worked on with ___ was at its finishing polishes. everything in life was hitting him all at once, college, work and other shit; so catching a glimpse of him was like being able to catch a shooting star.

slim chance.

but of course, you didn't want to bother him and you were proud of him for working so hard towards his dreams. so, naturally, you expected him to crash into your bed and cuddle with you after taking the exam—newsflash: you were wrong.

though caleb was nerdy, he was very popular on campus. all the girls wanted a piece of him because he was everything a girl could ever dream of. he's smart, caring, domestic and he's sexy as fuck.

all the guys wanted to be his friends and naturally caleb ended up being invited to a bunch of senior frat parties as the soon-to-be graduates celebrated their achievements. so, you'd only see caleb in the mornings where he's drunk and passed out on the couch or you wouldn't see him at all because he crashed at his friend’s place.

it was late one evening, you stirred in your bed as you woke up from your nap. you tapped your phone screen and saw that it was almost eight. you sat up, the shoulder strap of your nightgown falling off your shoulder, making you groan in annoyance as you fixed it.

feeling parched, you got off your bed and slipped on your house slippers to head down to the kitchen and fix yourself an ice cold glass of water. your ears perked up upon the hearing of deep laughter echoing in the living room, well, multiple voices were voicing these laughs.

as you went down the the stairs, your eyes fell on caleb who was leisurely lounging on the couch with a game controller in his hand, surrounded by three other guys; who you assumed were his new friends or rather frat buddies since he beat his last ones to pulp for you.

"caleb?" you called out, making him stop mid-sentence as he looked up and noticed your familiar figure approaching him.

"oh, pipsqueak, you're home? i didn't even know." caleb chuckled, pausing his game, the sudden acknowledgment of your presence made the other three heads turn to look at you.

"uh, yeah... i was napping." you replied, feeling a little exposed as you didn't know he'd have his friends over and you were still in casual home-wear. you could feel his friends roaming their eyes all over your exposed arms and legs, making you shift uncomfortably.

"woah, didn't know you had such a hot sister, dude." one of them finally spoke up, letting out a low wolf-whistle.

caleb's jaw tightened at that, making him shoot the guy a glare.

"watch your mouth, don't say shit like that to her. and we're not related, we just grew up together." he clarified, nose flaring with irritation.

another one of his friends rolled his eyes, dismissing his words.

"yeah, yeah, same shit. so, sister-not-sister of caleb's, you got a boyfriend?" the guy asked, making your cheeks heat up at the question as you cleared your throat.

"n-no." you stammered, playing with the hem of your nightgown. he stood up, walking over to you with a grin as he took your phone.

"let me give you my number then. let's get to know each other and i'll take you on a nice date, darling." he purred, a hand coming up to touch your arm; only for a vice grip to stop the dirtying hand from laying a finger on you.

"i swear i'll kill you." caleb's violet orbs bored holes in his friend's skull, possessively pushing you behind him. his friend scoffed, ripping his hand away from the tight grip.

"chill, dude. you're acting like i was asking her to fuck me." he joked, but caleb's face contorted into a scowl.

"say one more fuckin' word and i swear on everything i'll beat the shit out of you. you're really pissing me off." caleb swore under his breath, his other friend that was calmly watching everything unfold decided to intervene.

"okay, okay, everyone relax. we should head home, it's getting late. uh, caleb, i'll text you the address for the party being held this weekend—don't miss it, man! oh, also, let me invite your... er, friend, in case she wants to attend." the other guy spoke up, glancing at you. but, before you could even get a word in—

"she won't be coming." caleb strictly answered for you, making your eyebrows furrow.

"caleb!" you frowned, only for him to shoot a glare down at you. his friend thinned his lips, deciding not to push further.

"alright then. see you later, man." caleb's friends finally packed their stuff and left.

you angrily shoved caleb onto the couch, towering over him to have some kind of intimidation factor towards you; but of course, you were nothing compared to a six-foot something muscle pig like him.

nonetheless, he let you.

you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him. however, caleb was more focused on how your tits were now squished because of your arms; granting him the sight of the beautiful soft curves of the supple flesh. he licked his dry lips, imagining how they'd feel in his hands. you failed to noticed his ogling from how pissed you were, preparing to lash out at him.

"why can't i go to the party? you're gonna be there, so i don't see what's the issue." you huffed out.

"it's a frat party, pipsqueak. they're not meant for you." he dismissed your frustration like it was nothing, but his answer only riled you up more.

"the hell you mean?! i'm an adult, you think i can't handle a fuckin' frat party? i'm gonna go, whether you like it or not." you stubbornly fought back with equal amounts of venom in your words.

"like hell you would, i'd like to see you try. those parties are full of drunk guys dancing on girls who shake ass for some temporary validation, the house reeks of alcohol and sex. you're none of that! you never even drank in your life or had your first kiss." caleb lectured, his eyes were stern and unwavering, not harboring any leeway to be convinced otherwise by you.

"t-that's not true!" you helplessly tried to lie, but of course, it didn't fly by him. he let out a heavy sigh before planting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer between his legs.

"listen, pips. y'know i care a lot about you, right? you saw how those guys were just a few minutes back. it took every inch of self-control i had to not just plummet my fist in his face. i don't want those sick perverts to look at you like you're a piece of meat. you're more safer home than anywhere else, if you wanna drink and party so bad, a two person party right here sounds like a pretty solid idea." he looks up at you with a gentle smile etched onto his lips, offering such a lame idea, making you scoff as you shove his hands away.

"it's always what you want, never what i want! ugh, you're so fucking annoying, caleb! i don't wanna stay as some boring loser forever and you're making it worse." you seethed with anger and fury, making his smile drop as his face darkened at your words.

"i know what's best for you, y/n. you are not going to that party and that's final. don't make me lock you up in the attic again, 'cause i will if i have to." caleb threatened, making you scoff in disbelief.

"unbelievable." you shook your head, your mouth opened once more to give him a piece of your mind; but the doorbell rang.

you groaned in annoyance, trudging to the front door as you wondered who the hell showed up to your place this late. you opened the door and you were shocked to see the girl in caleb's mechanics class.

"ah, sorry! is caleb home? i texted him earlier but it seems like he didn't see it." ___ nervously laughed, her sudden appearence made your eye twitch.

"why." you blurted out, no hint of welcome in your voice.

after noticing your longer-than-usual time away, caleb decided to check who was at the door. his eyes widened when he saw ___ outside.

"oh shit, i'm so sorry. i just saw your text, i had some friends over earlier, so i didn't get a chance to see it. i didn't know you wanted to do the finishing touches tonight." caleb rubbed the back of his neck, a guilty smile plastered on his face, but the girl quickly dismissed his apologies.

"no, no, don't worry! if you want, we could still finish it up tonight. it shouldn't take long." she offered him a smile, making your dig your nails in your palms to contain yourself from clawing at her.

"you sure? it's pretty late." his eyes were washed with concern, making you want to puke at how he... cared for her.

"yeah, totally! i'll wait for you here." she assured him, making caleb quickly nod as he ran up to his room to change.

the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, with you throwing discreet daggers at the girl while she played footsies with herself.

"so... i heard you both decided to make a 3D-solar airplane model. that's pretty complex." you chimed in a small conversation starter, your sudden voice made her jolt.

"yep, the idea was mine but caleb's the main head behind the mechanics. the guy is so damn smart, really! it's honestly been so fun working with him, he's so reliable." she gawked at him, making you clench your jaw.

"i see, you must really be fond of him, huh?" you shot her a fake smile, but your words made her let out a small giggle.

"we're just friends, he's a great guy though, which i'm sure you know." she smiles.

"uh-huh... so, you got a boyfriend?" you pried deeper, wanting to know what exactly her motives were.

"nope, single as a pringle." she answered, the cringey joke nearly made you vomit a bit in your mouth.

an awkward silence falls between you, and the girl seems to sense the tension. she fidgets, glancing back and forth between you and the staircase.

"you two seemed to have gotten pretty close over the course of this... project." you emphasized as your eyes darkened, making her clear her throat.

"oh, yeah, definitely! we do a bunch of things after working on our model. we've been working on the project, of course, but we also watch movies, cook together, and just chat about random stuff. it's been pretty fun!" the girl seems oblivious to the shift in your demeanor, and continues to chat cheerfully.

"c-cook together?!" you choked on your words, eyes going wide.

"yeah! he makes the best omurice, like it's seriously delicious. he's really talented in the kitchen." the girl nods, her expression enthusiastic.

your heart sinks at her words. cooking has always been your thing with caleb, something special and intimate between you two. hearing that he has cooked for someone else, and that she raves about his skills, feels like a knife twisting in your chest.

the girl chatters on, but her words fade into background noise as your mind races. the jealousy and insecurity welling up inside you is almost too much to bear.

"you seem very... doted on him. do you like him?" your throat went dry as you asked the big question, heart hammering against your chest.

the girl pauses, her expression softening as she smiles bashfully.

"well, i mean... yeah, i do kinda like him. i've had a bit of a crush on him for a while, to be honest. he's just so nice and handsome, plus he's really smart and talented, too." she continued to shower him in compliments, eyes dreamily glancing in the distance as she spewed out her thoughts.

before you could interrogate further, you could hear caleb's heavy footsteps descending down the stairs, making you zip your lips.

"okay, reporting for duty. let's go and finish that sucker real quick." caleb announced, making the girl laugh at his silly words; but for some odd reason his stupid joke now tasted bitter in your mouth.

you were quiet, too quiet; which was loud enough for him to notice. caleb walked towards you, ruffling your hair.

"gonna be back in a few, pips. don't miss me too much." he teases with a smile, yet you give nothing back to him; watching him leave with her before closing the door behind him.

later that night, out of pure spite, you decided that it was time for a change. you were angry at that stupid show-offing bitch, caleb, yourself and the whole world itself.

who the hell was praying on your downfall?

whatever, you were tired of all this bullshit, feeling your frontal lobe developing. you surfed the internet for a recipe to follow and began to cook.

it can't be that hard, can it?

god, were you so wrong.

caleb pauses in the kitchen doorway, taking in the sight of you in the kitchen, your phone on the counter next to a messy array of ingredients. concern etched across his face as he looks at the mess.

"hey... what are you doing, pips?" he asks.

"making myself food." you stated the obvious, rolling your eyes at his stupid question.

"and that involves making the kitchen look like a war zone?" he quirks an eyebrow, his eyes flickering from you to the ingredients strewn across the counter.

"shut up." you grumble, already overstimulated by your mess and the fact that what you were currently stirring in your pot looked like someone just took a massive shit in it.

you could fear your hunger slowly disappearing.

"wow, someone's feisty tonight." caleb takes a step closer, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. he can tell you're in a bad mood, and he's not surprised by your snappish response.

you ignore him, trying to focus on how you can fix your dinner.

he leans back against the counter, watching you with growing curiosity. something tells him that this is more than just a bad mood, that something else is bothering you.

"okay, spill it. what's going on? you've been ignoring me since i got home, and now you're trying to burn the kitchen down with whatever the hell you're making." his tone grew impatient, giving you a sharp look.

"you think my world revolves around you? well, newsflash, asshole—it doesn't! now shut the fuck up 'cause you're pissing me off and my food is gonna burn." you angrily spat back, crashing out completely as you just wanted him to leave you alone.

"excuse me? i'm literally just trying to talk to you, and this is the response i get? and what exactly is this 'food' you're trying to make anyway? it looks like a science experiment gone wrong." he's taken aback by your harsh tone, but he doesn't back down. his eyes darken, his own temper rising.

"it's the curry for omurice, it's just not done yet!" you defended your culinary work.

"puhlease, i doubt you'll make anything edible at this rate, that curry's been done. you barely know how to boil water, let alone make a proper omurice." caleb snickers, he knows all too well that you're not exactly a natural in the kitchen.

"i can boil water, you fucking jerk!" you snapped, spoon dropping out of your hand as you panicked and tried to grab it, only for your hand to hit the scorching hot metal of the pot.

"fuck." you yelped in pain.

"damn it, y/n. you just burned yourself! let me see your hand." his expression immediately shifts to alarm, and without a second thought he rushes to your side.

you shimmy away from him, as if he had infectious cooties or something, making him frown. caleb felt you push him away, seeing you wince in pain made his heart ache, but he was annoyed with how you were acting-

like a fucking child.

"i'm fine." you breathed out, turning on the sink to run your hand under some cold water, biting your lip to hold back a scream itching to rip out of your throat.

"for fucks sake, would you just let me see? you're being ridiculous." caleb grabbed your hand gently, lifting it to inspect the burn. it's not too serious, but it still looked painful.

"let go of me!" you grit your teeth, pulling away your hand.

"god, you're so damn stubborn. why won't you just let me help you? what is your problem?" he reluctantly lets go, but his irritation and concern continued to grow at your behavior.

"i don't need your help! i don't need your concern! i don't need your stupid cooking! i don't need your money! i don't need you, caleb!" you bellowed, eyes full of anguish as you watched his jaw drop at your outburst.

he's stunned by your words, his heart clenching at the venom in your voice. he'd been worried this was about him, but hearing the harsh words coming from your lips still feels like a punch to the gut.

"what the hell is that supposed to mean? you don't need me? after all this time?" he let's out a bitter laugh in disbelief, shaking his head.

"so, that's it? after everything we've been through, everything i've done for you... you don't need me, huh? is that what you're saying? am i just some useless piece of trash to you?" he paces the kitchen, his hands running through his hair in frustration. he's angry, hurt, and confused all at once.

"you know what, since you spelled it out so perfectly, yeah. after how you toyed around with me and threw me away like nothing, hell fucking yeah!" you yelled at him, balling your fists to the side to ground your feelings, to dig your nails in your palms for some kind of twisted comfort to prevent the tears in your eyes from pouring out.

"is that what you think? you think i discarded you like some toy? god, if anything, it's been the opposite. i've been doing everything i can to support you, to make you happy. and this is the thanks i get? you're acting like a prissy, spoiled, ungrateful brat!" he stops in his tracks, staring at you in disbelief.

"the fuck did you just call me?" you voice was shaky, but your eyes flickered with hurt and fury.

"you heard me. you're acting like a damn brat! you're throwing a tantrum because i'm trying to help you. because i care about you! because i love you!" caleb steps closer, his gaze hardening. he's sick of your attitude, sick of your ungratefulness.

"spare me the bullshit, caleb. now i know how you really feel about me, and i was really fucking dumb to believe you. tch, you're just like everyone else." you scoffed, heart cracking with every advancement of this pitiful and painful conversation that you'd never imagine would come to existence.

"like everyone else? what the hell is that supposed to mean? you think i'm some sort of heartless monster just because i'm busy with getting my life together? because i have responsibilities? do you have any idea the stress i've been under lately? you've been acting as if the world revolves around you!" he was beyond pissed at this point, tone rising with every word.

"oh yeah? but you're not busy enough to make that bitch omurice at her place? not busy enough to watch movies with her? not busy enough to spend time with her while i'm home alone waiting for you, fucking asshole?!" you screamed at his face, your head throbbing as a painful migraine brewed inside.

his eyes widen in surprise, and for a brief moment, he's speechless. it all makes sense now.

"is that what this is about? seriously, y/n, are you hearing yourself? after the countless amount of times i explicitly told you that me and her have nothing between us! that i don't give two fucks about her! are you that jealous?" he crosses his arms over his chest, unable to fathom the situation.

all because of something so stupid.

"jealous? don't be delusional. go fuck her for all i care. i'm not your girlfriend or wife." you snarled.

"you're trying to push me away because of some petty jealousy? are you seriously that insecure?" he's furious now, his eyes blazing with anger. he steps closer, crowding your personal space.

"yeah, i am. so fucking leave me alone, bitch." you swallowed harshly, emphasizing the last word before walking out of the kitchen.

you halted your steps, turning your head to the side.

"i'll clean the kitchen later, i'm gonna order takeout. don't worry, i removed your card from my phone, i work now." you cleared your throat.

you've been working for the past month actually, but you never had the chance to even tell him about it because he's barely home.

"you got a job? why didn't you tell me? and why did you need to delete my card? i don't mind taking care of you, y'know that." caleb feels his anger start to cool, replaced by disbelief and hurt.

you no longer felt like you could stay a minute more in the kitchen, already feeling the waterworks activate in your eyes, ignoring his words as you stormed out of the kitchen to head up to your room.

he stands there, staring after you, feeling helpless and frustrated. he wants to follow you, to talk some sense into you, but he knows you need time to cool off. he lets out a deep sigh, leaning back against the counter as a heavy weight settles in his chest.

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the week passes by slowly, the tension palpable between you two. caleb tried to talk to you, to bridge the gap, but you're still stubbornly ignoring him. his heart hurts with every failed attempt, the distance between you feeling greater than ever.

he's on the edge, his mind constantly wandering to you. caleb misses you, he misses just being able to look at you and talk to you.

it was a friday night and you just got back from your closing shift, exhuasted as you plopped down on the couch. you still had a few assignments left to do, which were unfortunately due tonight.

an hour later, caleb enters the house, his shoulders slumped from exhaustion as well. his eyes immediately fall on you, sitting on the couch, head bent over a book.

"hey... how was work?" caleb asked softly, approaching you cautiously.

you ignored him, continuing to scribble notes in your notebook.

"pipsqueak, come on. i'm trying here. can't you at least look at me?" he groaned, frowning at your lack of response, but doesn't give up.

however, you continue to mind your own business, not paying him any mind.

"y'know, this silent treatment is getting old real fast. we need to talk." he lets out a frustrated sigh, crossing his arms.

he takes a seat on the chair across from the couch. he can see the tension in your body, the way you refuse to acknowledge him. it's driving him crazy.

"how long are you going to keep acting like a petulant child? you can't just ignore me forever." caleb scoffed, glaring at you.

he watched you scribble something on a blank sheet of notebook paper before tearing it out, crumpling and throwing it right at his face; before it fell on his lap.

"thanks." he sarcastically grumbled, unraveling the crumpled ball before reading what you wrote.

i'll try to.

his jaw tightened at your stubbornness. you got up from your seat, heading to the staircase to go up to your room. he's stunned speechless for a moment, staring at the crumpled paper. a wave of anger and hurt washes over him. he stands up, following after you.

enough is enough.

"you can't be serious. you're just going to shut me out like i'm nothing to you? y/n!" he catches up to you, grabbing your arm lightly to stop you from entering your room.

"let go, caleb." you spoke through gritted teeth.

he hesitates for a moment, his grip on your arm loosen slightly. he can see the pain in your eyes, the wall you've put up between you. it hurts him more than any physical pain he's ever felt.

you snatched away your arm before opening the door to your bedroom, slamming it shut right in his face.

caleb's shoulders slump, a frustrated sigh leaving his chapped lips as his fist rests on your door, not having the strength to knock and fight any further. initially he was planning to cancel the invite to the frat party taking place tonight, but after the constant failures of trying to mend his friendship with you, he needed to blow off some steam.

so, with a resigned look, he left your door and headed into his room to shower and get ready. as you heard his footsteps slowly disappearing, you slid down the door as your knees gave out, burying your face in your hands as you cried.

you've never felt this distraught in your life and you couldn't help but blame yourself. of course, it was always you who created trouble and chaos.

caleb was never obligated to be yours, you had no rights to snap at him for choosing someone else over you.

he's not yours.

but, god did it hurt whenever you remembered that. you wanted him to be yours so bad, it was suffocating. you wanted him to only think about you, laugh with you, spend every moment of this fucked up life... just with you.

you know it was wrong to think of him like this, after all, caleb's your best friend; the closest person you have left to call family.

these feelings that you tried so hard to bury years ago keep haunting you and come back stronger. it scares you because even after ruining so many things, you don't want to say something stupid and destroy everything you've built up till now.

just by saying those three words that you always say to him... but now with different meanings.

after a while, you heard caleb's bedroom door open before closing as you could hear his heavy footstep descending down the stairs. you suddenly remembered that today was the night of the frat party, so he was leaving to attend.

you fished out your phone from your purse, ringing your friend's facetime as you patiently waited for her to pick up.

"hey girl, why the sad face?" your friend on the other line asked, face washed with concern, noticing your tear-streaked face and puffy eyes.

"caleb." was the only thing you could mutter out before your lips quivered, eyes welling with tears again.

"oh sweetie, him again? ya gotta be stronger than that, y/n. we can't let these stupid boys dictate our lives, y'know? did you hear about the big senior frat going on tonight?" she asked, making you sigh.

"yeah, caleb just left a few minutes ago to attend. i was invited too, but caleb strictly told me no." you frowned as you recalled the memory. your friend scoffed, rolling her eyes as she heard your words.

"girl, fuck that asshole. you're a grown ass woman, you can go to a damn frat if you wanna. tell you what, the party's just beginning and the night is still young. how about i pick you up and we both go?" she suggested, a playful grin dancing on her lips.

your eyes widened, the thought of rebelling against caleb's words struck a little nerve in you, but you couldn't ignore the rush of adrenaline weirdly surging in you.

this would be your first time going against his words.

this was the proof of your change that you didn't need him to make all the decisions for you.

he didn't know you better than yourself.

fuck caleb, you can handle a damn frat party!

"okay, give me an hour." you smiled, making your friend giggle as she nodded in agreement and you both hung up a few seconds later.

that being said, you hopped in the shower to wash off all of today's sweat and gunk from working hard; leaving the bathroom smelling sweet and peachy.

you dug into your closet, reaching for your usual style of clothes; a skirt and a simple blouse. but, your hand stopped midway from pulling them out.

you remembered how people called you a ditzy bimbo, making fun of your skirts and cute blouses. they poked fun at you for wearing bows in your hair.

and caleb thinks that you're not the type that's meant to attend these frat parties.

a wave of anger washed over you, angrily jumbling that skirt and blouse back into your closet.

instead, you decided to take a more... risque option.

you pulled out a pair of low-rise deniem shorts that were definitely too short, keeping them unbuttoned as the black lace of your panties peaked out. for your top, you opted for a cropped cheetah print backless halter top that had a deep v-neck; the matching tag necklace you and caleb had hung right above your sternum.

you skipped your usual soft makeup, opting for a more simple yet alluring look; accentuating your features. without a second thought, you threw the bow on your dresser behind your back as it landed on your bed, you didn't need it tonight. you sprayed on some perfume and then slipped on a pair of black heels.

shortly after some last minute finishing touches, your friend came to pick you up.

"is this... the same y/n i talked to an hour ago. sweetie, you look sexy." she gawked at you, watching you giggle as you hopped into the passanger seat next to her.

"frat approved?" you asked cheekily, making your friend smirk.

"without a doubt."

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you pushed the unlocked front door open, immediately being welcomed with the deafening volume of music blaring into your ears. it was dark, flashes of neon lights were making your eyes trip as you walked inside. the foul scent of alcohol hit your nose, making your stomach churn as you could vividly remember begging caleb to change your route home when you both walked home from high school; just to avoid passing by the bar.

you lost sight of your friend, now being pushed amongst the crowd of drunk college graduates dancing and slurring the song lyrics. you swallowed harshly, trying to find a pocket to escape the dance floor; only to have your arm be pulled back.

your eyes widened as a gasp left your lips, turning around to see that it was one of caleb's friends; the guy who offered you his number.

"i see you didn't listen to your big bro caleb, huh? oooo~, he's gonna be mad when he finds out his sweet, innocent little girl is here, darling." obviously drunk, the guy snickered. you grimaced, shoving his hand away as you backed up, trying to create some distance.

"you think caleb's words are set in stone? i don't give two fucks about him, i'm my own person." you glared at the guy, words spitting out venom.

the guy's eyes glinted with amusement.

"oh? so the kitten finally found her voice. let me treat you to a drink to congratulate you." he smirked, pushing the red cup containing god knows what, towards you.

"i'm not drinkin' that shit, you could've spiked it." you scoffed, crossing your arms.

"guess you're not that brainless after all, darling. see ya around." the guy chuckled, shrugging before taking a sip of the drink instead, walking away.

you grumbled under your breath, already feeling like you stuck out like a sore thumb. you made your way to the table where all the liquor was spread out, deciding to make yourself one instead. you weren't dumb enough to accept a drink from just anyone.

after successfully (kinda) making a cup of some sort of concoction, your brought the rim of the red cup up to your glossy lips; the smell of the mixed liquor contents already making you wanna gag.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes before taking a few big gulps of your drink. your throat burned, stomach threatening to retch as you could feel bile rush up your esophagus. your eyes screwed shut, trying to keep everything inside as you breathed heavily.

"eugh..." your body shivered.

you tried to take a few more sips, but you could see your body clearly rejecting it. so, you called quits, deciding to throw it away.

you walked towards the kitchen, sighing in defeat, concluding that maybe you really weren't meant for a life like this.

caleb was right.

your eyes were trained to the floor, not realizing who was in front of you as you bumped into someone's hard, muscular back.

"ow... sorry." you quickly apologized, but your eyes would soon widen in horror as your jaw dropped when the person turned around.

"the hell are you doin' here, y/n?" violet eyes pierced into you, caleb's taller frame towering over you as his voice was gravely.

"fuck.." you gulped, hand unknowingly squeezing at the plastic cup in your hand, making it creak.

his eyes dropped to your hands, eyebrows pinching in both irritation and concern. caleb snatched the cup out of your grasp, bringing it to his nose to take a few sniffs.

"are you fucking serious right now? who gave this to you? how much did you drink?" caleb bombarded you with questions, seething with anger, making your heart pound in your chest.

"none of your business, now give it back!" you used whatever remaining bits of courage you had in yourself to retort back to his interrogation; hands reaching for your cup, only to have him dodge your advances.

"god, are you that dumb, y/n? you never drank in your life and i'm asking you about what the hell you just put in your body! and the hell are you wearing?! i can see your fuckin' panties!" caleb's eyes darkened, speaking through gritted teeth as he stepped closer; amethyst eyes roamed all over your figure, making your knees turn into jelly.

"so? it's not like i'm walking around naked. also, i made that drink, so it's not spiked or somethin'." you huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

"yeah, no. we're going home." caleb scoffed, throwing your cup in the garbage before grabbing your wrist, about to drag you out of the kitchen; but you planted your heels firmly on the ground, tugging your hand back.

"no. if you wanna go home, then go by yourself. i came with my friend and i'm not leaving her, besides, the party just started." you shot him a sharp glare, your voice holding a slight tremble but you remained firm. caleb's face fell, looking at you with disbelief and exasperation.

"fuck your friend, we're going home. NOW." he sternly dismissed your words, bending down before wrapping his arm around your waist; swiftly lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

"caleb, put me down! you can't do this!" you kick your feet in the air, but he remains unfazed, walking through the sea of people and towards the door.

"oh yeah i can, watch me. you're in a shit ton of trouble, pipsqueak. just wait till we get home."

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the ride home was silent and as soon as caleb's car stopped in front of your house, you angrily got out and unlocked the door; not wanting to spend a second more with him as he parked.

you kicked off your heels and ran upstairs to your room, slamming the door shut as you sat on your bed. not shortly after, caleb barged into your room, furious.

"the hell were you thinking?! you like pissing me off? i told you to stay home, didn't i?!" caleb yelled at you, making your blood boil.

"who the fuck do you think you are? we're not even actual family, stop trying act like you're my brother or somethin'! you don't get to tell me what to do!" you yelled back, grabbing your pillow before throwing it at him, trying to relieve your pent-up anger somehow.

however, caleb swiftly dodged your attack, walking closer to the edge of your bed where you were seated.

"repeat that, i dare you, fuckin' brat. who am i? i'm the one who's been dealing with your shit for all these years, giving you everything that you could possibly want; loving and caring for you. while you... while you drive me to the brink of insanity." his voice trembles, a shaky exhale leaving his throat as he reaches out to grab your chin; lifting your head up to force your eyes to meet his.

his gaze hardened when he saw the resentment in your eyes, but he knew that deep down you were trying to conceal yourself, to appear strong against him. caleb knew you like the back of his hand, you were throwing one of your tantrums again.

but, that's okay. if you wanted to be a brat, he has no other choice but to tame you.

caleb gently pushed your head backwards, making you fall back onto the bed. his larger frame hovered above your body, caging you between his arms as his necklace dangled above you. from this angle, you couldn't help but feel so... small and weak.

just like helpless prey.

you should be pushing him off, slapping him and cursing his entire existence. but, fuck... why did the familiar heat in your stomach begin to settle as your eyes shamelessly drank in the sight of his beefy bare biceps pining you below him. caleb's scent was surrounding you, the mix of apple cinnamon and cologne intoxicated your senses; making you wonder if it intensified because of the pheremones in the air.

whatever the fuck it was, you felt insanely horny.

"i was never like a brother to you, y/n. can't you see how badly i want you? how desperately my body craves for yours? are you that dense? i fuck my fist every night to the thought of you, how the fuck can i see you as family?" he speaks in a husky voice, body pressing down as you could feel the hard tent between his legs rub against the soft skin of your thighs.

"c-caleb.." you meekly call out to him, making him snap a look at you.

"what." he spat out, making the words die on your tongue as you zipped your lips.

caleb scoffed, leaning his head down to the crook of your neck, pressing soft kissing upwards to your jaw. you shuddered at the sudden feeling of his lips on your skin, making your breath hitch.

"since when did you wear shit like this, hm? you like flaunting this pretty ass of yours? showing off these cute tits?" caleb's voice was dire, his hand creeping under your shirt, caressing your sides.

"n-no.." you reply, feeling the bridge of his nose nuzzle in the crook of your neck; pressing open mouth kisses on your skin as you squirmed below him.

"then why'd you wear it? y'know i hate it when other guys look at you, when they go for what's mine." he sneered, tone possessive as he pulled away, looking at you with sharp eyes.

"wanted your attention... i-i wanted you to notice me." you stammered, hands reaching forwards to cup his face as you gazed into his violet eyes. he froze, admiring how beautiful you looked beneath him; it felt like he was dreaming.

"yeah? well, you got it." and without another word, he crashed his lips onto yours; pulling you into a searing kiss.

the kiss was needy, touch-starved and hungry. caleb moaned into your mouth, tongue licking at your bottom lip to beg for permission. a whimper flew out of your mouth as you felt his hips grind down between your legs, right on your clothed cunt as the friction of his hard cock felt so so good.

caleb took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, intertwining with your wet muscle as he suckled on it. he drank in your whimpers and moans, tasting every inch of your mouth. drool began to trickle down the corner of your mouth, the kiss being super messy as it was full of salive and teeth clashing. you never expected your first kiss to be this intense.

you used your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as you needed to feel him, smell him and just consume him whole.

it wasn't enough.

"please, caleb... i-i feel so h-hot. i need you now." you pleaded with a sultry voice and it took every single fiber of self-control within caleb's whole existence to just not blow his load in his pants.

"yeah? you need a lot of things from me, don't ya?" caleb snickers, pulling back as he now sat on your bed, shortly before tugging you towards him. now you were situated between his legs, back pressed against his warm chest.

"i-i'm sorry, caleb!" you breathed out an apology, but your futile attempt only amused him as he smirked.

"no, no, no. that's not gonna work on me tonight, pretty girl. you used up all your chances for forgiveness. and as for if you’ll get more… well that depends on how you behave." caleb whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss on the shell of your ear before giving it a playful bite.

"i'll behave, promise." you pouted, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked up at him with bambi eyes, long mascara lashes batting.

caleb looked down at you with a calculated gaze, searching your eyes for any sign of truthfulness. he hums, his fingers tracing over your skin, their path slow and steady. there's a hint of tension in his body as he speaks, his voice rough and quiet.

"after that little stunt you pulled on me, i have a hard time believing you, pips. i think i need to teach you how to be more... appreciative and obedient, no?" his long, thick fingers squished your soft cheeks together; firmly holding you in place before pressing a hard smooch on your pouted lips that were now swollen from the previous sucking and biting.

caleb's other hand wandered south, cupping one of your perky tits as he fondled the supple fat through your barely-covering top. you moaned into his mouth, feeling the pad of his thumb brush against your pebbled nipple.

you could feel his lips curl from how responsive and sensitive your body was from his simple actions. caleb decided to toy with you for just a bit more. taking the tip of his index finger, he circled the swollen bud, making you shudder as your eyebrows pinched together.

"hnghh... caleb.." you desperately moaned against his lips, feeling him pinch your nipple through your top; teeth sinking on your shoulder as your eyes screwed shut.

"wearing such skimpy clothes, havin' your panties showing and wearing no bra... you're bold; daring even, i'll give ya that." he spoke huskily, trailing kisses to the back of your shoulder, before guiding his lips to the expanse of your back.

a loud gasp left your lips as you felt the tip of his tongue drag up your spine. caleb continued to press open-mouth kisses afterwards, nibbling down on your shoulder blades.

his keen eyes fell on the small knot tied behind your neck, sneaky fingers coming up to pull the string as it unraveled. your eyes widened as you felt the top part of your blouse loosen, his hands grabbing it to pull it down, making your tits spill out.

"fuck... beautiful. so damn beautiful, god.." caleb groaned, whispering honeyed words in your ears as he kissed your temple. he ogled at the sight, wondering for years how your boobs looked cupped behind your bra.

he's been jerking off to the perverted thought ever since he learned how to masturbate.

his large palms wasted no time in pawing and groping at the swell of your tits, feeling the warm fatty mounds of flesh beneath his callouses. you squeezed your thighs shut, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt his index finger and thumb toy with your hardened nipples, tugging at them.

caleb craned his head forwards, hand full of tit before latching his lips on one of your nipples. a whiny mewl left your mouth, feeling his tongue circling the sensitive bud before the tip of his wet muscle flicked at it.

"ahh, caleb! feels so g-good, hmm.." you breathed out, your hand going behind his head to scratch at the bottom of his scalp.

you nuzzled your face in his neck, pressing gentle kisses at his skin and trailed them up to behind his ears; and he could hear your soft uneven breathing as he continued to suckle and bite at your tits. his chocolatey brown lock tickled your nose as he continued his ministrations.

with a lewd 'pop', he released your nipple as a string of saliva connected his lips to your bud.

"lift your hips for me, princess." caleb commanded, your brain no longer located in your head but now in your pussy as you obeyed. with a swift motion, he grabbed the waistband of your deniem shorts and pulled them off; throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he leans down and kisses the side of your neck, his teeth scraping over your skin, a small possessive noise escaping him. his fingers find the sensitive skin of your hip, his touch firm, but gentle as he cups your hip, thumb tracing over the bone there.

his hand caressed your plush thighs, making your heart beat faster as his fingers inched higher to your achy cunt. caleb noticed how you pressed your legs just a bit tighter, a murky chuckle echoed in your ear.

"ah, so the problem is here." caleb pried your legs open with ease, a hand reaching down in between to cup your needy cunt. you leaned back into him, whining as you felt him trace your slit with a lithe finger.

"stop teasin' me, caleb." you glared at him, but that only sparked a flash of amusement and irritation within him.

"think i'm gonna give you whatever you want, brat? quiet, i need to make sure my sweet girl hasn't been interested in other men except for me." his voice dropped an octave lower, now tracing the laces on your black panties before digging his hands inside.

your jaw dropped as a soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his middle and index finger spread your slick covered folds open.

"you're dripping, baby. all for me?" he asked with a teasing voice, making you nod.

"only for you." you replied, making him smile in satisfaction.

"good, you passed the first part." caleb ran his finger between your sopping lips, the tip of his finger catching your swollen clit each time. you sighed in bliss as you felt him rub your sensitive bundle of nerves as he stroked your clit at a leisurely pace.

"f-fuck, oh caleb!" you cried out his name, your hand dragging up and down his meaty bicep.

"what a cute little pussy ya got, pips. she's gotten ten times more wetter after i played with her for a bit." he whispered dirtily, but his words made you clench on nothing as it sent heat straight down south.

"you touch yourself?" caleb asked, his fingers continuing to rub your pussy while his other hand busied itself with massaging your tits.

you shamelessly nodded, but your response left him frowning as you felt a sharp impact on your wet cunt.

"c'mon, you're a big girl, no? use your words, y/n." he snarks, pinching your clit.

"y-yes!" you cried out in pleasure.

"good girl, wanna hear your voice, 'kay? who do you touch yourself to?" he continued to interrogate you, making your cheeks heat up as you felt like a mouse being caught by the big, scary cat.

"you.." you whispered.

"louder." he strictly barked, slapping your pussy again as you yelped from the pain mixed with pleasure.

"you! you, caleb!" you groaned, feeling his finger drag between your dripping folds in a painfully slow pace.

"oh? tell me more." caleb pressed on, making you huff in annoyance as you knew that this was his way of punishing you. to embarrass you after you ignored him for the whole week.

oh, he was gonna make you talk to him now.

"no, it's too embarrassing." you shook your head, making him scoff.

"you don't wanna talk? fine, i guess i'll just leave." he suddenly threatened, hands attempting to pull away from your pussy, but you were quick to grab his wrist and clamp your thighs shut; locking his hand in place.

"no! fine, fine, i'll tell you! ughhh.." you grumbled, bracing yourself to let go every bit of dignity you had inside you.

"mhm, go on. i'm listening." caleb smiled at your compliance, fingers resuming their work on rubbing circles on your clit to stimulate the bud.

"after you came back from the gym and took a shower, i-i went to your room to ask you for some help on my homework. your bathroom door was open and i saw your soaking wet body, a small towel wrapped around your waist. your back is so broad and muscular, i wouldn't help but wonder how it'd look with my nail marks." you admitted, making his eyes widen.

"you peeked in on me and touched yourself? what a naughty girl." he smirked, voice harboring a faux accusatory tone, when in reality his cock just throbbed at your confession.

you were just as perverted as him.

"h-hahh.. sorry, i d-didn't mean to!" you apologized innocently.

"lying to me won't help you, pips. ever had a finger in here?" his finger pressed against your hole, making your breath catch in your throat.

"yeah." you weakly answered, hearing him hum as he prodded at the tight opening, making you wince.

"yeah? she's so tight." caleb muttered, plunging in a thick digit as a choked moan ripped out of your throat from the sudden stretch. he grunted, feeling your wet, velvety walls clamp down on his finger.

you've fingered yourself a few times, but your fingers were so small and slim compared to caleb's long and thick ones. he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of your hole to loosen you up, your eyes rolled back from the pleasure he was providing you with.

"ahhh~! need more, caleb." you heaved a sigh, face flushed as your lips were now glossy with spit from how much you licked them.

"eager are we?" caleb teased with a wicked grin, complying as he pushed in a second finger, making you gasp as your thighs instinctively closed.

"tch, don't be a brat." he growled, an almost bruising grip on your thighs as he peeled them back open.

in spite, he sped up the movement of his fingers that were now fucking into you. the thick digits scissored inside your hole at an unforgiving pace, grazing your cervix as you'd never even dream of your fingers caressing that sweet spot.

your juices gushed down your inner thighs, coating his fingers with a sheen layer as your folds were now sticky. his fingers continued to rub your walls deliciously, moans and whimpers flying out of your mouth mixed with whiny calls of his name; sounding like music to his ears.

suddenly, he withdrew his fingers, the tip of his middle finger drawing languid, purposeful circles on your twitching clit. your nose flared in frustration, pouting as you glared at him.

"caleb!" your voice was between a moan and a bellowed cry.

"good girls get what they want. c'mon, pips, ask nicely and maybe... just maybe i'll give you what you want." he egged further, making your pupils blow wide open.

he wanted you to beg?

"n-no! i'm not beggin' you." you argued stubbornly.

"is that so? then have fun finishing yourself off." he lightly pushed you off, making you groan in annoyance.

"okay, okay! sorry, please—god, please caleb. make me cum, please?" you begged, giving him the most nastiest and fuckable looking puppy eyes you could muster.

and it worked like a damn charm.

"see? that wasn't so hard, now was it?" he pressed a chaste kiss on your head before delving his fingers back into your achy cunt. you felt him sink his fingers deeper into you, making your mouth gape open as you used your hand to pull his face towards you—sloppily kissing him.

he's everywhere, his touch all-consuming, his body pressed against yours, his desire for you an almost tangible thing.

he swallowed your moans as you began to rock your hips forwards, fucking yourself on his hand; finger-fucking your dripping hole relentlessly. the obscene sounds your wet cunt produced was pornographic, the squelching noises of his slick covered fingers plunging in and out of your hole was nasty and hot.

caleb feels your walls pulsate around him, clenching as your thighs begin to quiver to indicate your incoming orgasm. your pussy drooling on his fingers made him eager to slip them out just to lick for a quick taste, but he wasn't that mean to ruin your orgasm for a second time.

the familiar warm, burning sensation now welcomed your lower stomach. you wriggled in his hold, feet digging into the sheets as your hand came down to grab at his wrist.

"w-wait! slow down, it's too much!" you breathed out, feeling like you were at the edge.

caleb rolled his eyes, not paying mind to your pleas as he continued to finger you through your orgasm. his free hand came down to press against your lower stomach, making your eyes widen as the pressure increased while his fingers plunged deeper in and out of your leaking hole, prodding at your cervix with each deep push.

"can't be too fast but can't be too slow. need to be rough but also need to be gentle. tch, you are sooo hard to please, princess." caleb draws out his words, thrusting his fingers inside your sloppy hole as your cunt sucked them in greedily.

"nghhh~ c-caleb i feel weird.. s-stop!" your words were empty, feeling your cunt gush all over his hand. a small stream of warm, clear liquid squirted out of your hole, making your eyes widen as you watched caleb press your lower stomach a little harder.

"that's it, pretty girl. give it to me." he talked you through your release, hand now drenched in your cum and juices. you tried to catch your breath, feeling like you just ran a marathon.

caleb slipped his fingers out of your ruined pussy, bringing them to his lips before his tongue lapped at his cum-covered digits. he hummed in satisfaction, enjoying your taste.

"so sweet." he praised, making you shudder.

you lifted yourself off of him, turning your body to face him with a scowl as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"you're such a jerk! you didn't let me cum the first time." you complained, making him cock an eyebrow.

"is that how you say thank you after i made you cum so hard? what an ungrateful mouth ya got, pips." caleb's eyes darkened, now settling to sit on his knees.

you gulped harshly, watching the slow yet calculated movements of his fingers working through his belt before unzipping his jeans; pulling the waistband of his pants and boxers down. his cock sprang to life, hitting against his clothed abs as your eyes widened at the sheer size and girth of his dick.

caleb was fucking hung, to say the least.

the dark pinkish mushroom tip of his hard cock angrily wept with beads of precum. he was long and thick, at least a good eight inches as his heavy cum-filled balls were settled on his waistband. a singular pulsating vein ran up the underside of his cock, a small peek of the dark happy trail leading to his huge cock graced your eyes.

"let's put that bratty mouth of yours to some good use, yeah?" caleb's hand reached out, thumb grazing your lower lip before pushing it a bit further, probing into your mouth. your tongue poked out as he pressed down on it, making you playfully bite down.

his body is trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. caleb's hands are everywhere, touching, grasping, holding you. he's desperate, every kiss, every touch filled with a raw, primal need.

caleb pulls you closer, his body hot against yours, his muscles coiled and tense. he's lost, drowning in you, his mind filled with nothing but the need to touch you, to be closer to you, to claim you as his own. he kisses down your neck, his mouth finding your collarbone, his teeth leaving marks, his hands leaving bruises.

you felt his bare cock rub against the smooth skin of your thighs, the tip smearing a trail of warm precum. you reached down to wrap your hand around his massive girth, making a ragged moan rip out of his throat, muffling the sound by biting down on your neck; leaving a purplish bruising mark to claim you as his.

"you're so big, caleb." you whispered, thumbing at his tip as you ran your finger along his wet slit.

caleb swallowed harshly, grunting as he felt you stroking his cock; noting how your small hands could barely hold him. it only made him wonder...

how much could your mouth take?

he kisses over the tender flesh of your boobs, his teeth grazing over your skin, his touch growing rougher, more demanding with each movement. he's desperate, craving you, his hand gripping your hip, his fingers.

he pulls away for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he looks down at you. his hand tenderly comes up to cup your face, tilting your head up to make you meet his eyes.

"you gonna be a good girl for me, princess?" he asks, thumb grazing over the apple of your cheek. you nodded, kissing the inside of his palm.

"mhm, promise." you gave him a girly smile, making his heart and cock jump at the same time.

you leaned down, pressing a teasing kiss on his tip, making caleb's jaw hang open from the contact. you gave small kitten-licks, tasting the slightly salty taste of his precum.

you grabbed a hold of his thick shaft before opening your mouth as wide as you could; feeding yourself his cock inch by inch until you felt the tip hit your uvula. the sudden warmth and wetness of your mouth welcoming caleb's hard dick made his muscles tense, hands unknowingly finding purchase in your hair as he pushed you towards his pelvis.

you gagged at the sudden movement, making caleb moan from the sudden tightness in your throat. you began to bob you head at a steady pace, sucking his cock with vigor as you pushed yourself to take as much of his massive length. whatever was left behind was tended by your hands.

you hollowed your cheeks, tongue circled around his tip before suckling on it like a lollipop, as caleb's head was thrown back from the intense pleasure you were giving him.

"fuuuuuckkk, just like that. good girl—h-hahhhh... such a good fuckin' girl." a ragged breath leaves his mouth, feeling the tip of your tongue trace the rigid line of the vein that ran up the side of his cock before swirling it around the sensitive head of his dick.

his hips buck slightly into your touch, seeking more of that delicious friction. caleb look down at you with lust-filled eyes, his gaze hazy and unfocused.

"where'd you learn how to do all of this, huh?" caleb groans, voice strained and tight with pleasure. he throws his head back with a low moan, eyes fluttering shut as the sensations overwhelm him. caleb's cock throbs and pulses in your warm mouth, growing even harder as you shove his cock deeper in your throat.

the feeling of your lips stretching around his girth while your tongue worked along the underside of his shaft felt like pure ecstasy. caleb grips your hair tighter, guiding your head as you bob up and down faster.

caleb begins to rock his hips slightly to meet your movements. he can feel the pleasure building rapidly, heart pounding in his ribs and breath growing ragged.

"fuck, fuck, fuuuckkkk.... gonna cum. shit, gonna cum so much down your throat, princess." caleb cries out, dick twitching in your throat as he bucks his hips into your mouth desperately to chase his high. the erotic sight of your hair framing your face while swallowing his massive hard cock sent pleasure waves all throughout his veins, adrenaline pumping as his balls ached for release.

suddenly you pull your mouth away, leaving his throbbing, aching cock exposed and pulsing in the cool air. a choked moan rips out of his throat, frustration warring with the lingering pleasure. caleb frowns slightly, brows knitting together.

before he could even put in a word of retaliation, you harshly tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him in for a nasty-cum coated open-mouthed kiss. caleb grunts from the sudden action that caught him off-guard, still recovering from the shocks of his denied orgasm.

the sounds of his moans and groans are muffled by your invading tongue. you kiss him with a fervor that steals his breath away, lips sloppy and wet against his. caleb can taste the lingering essence of his own precum on your tongue.

your tongue pushes deeper, stroking along his, sliding against the roof of his mouth. caleb can feel his cock throbbing almost painfully against your thigh, leaking and twitching with each roll and swirl of your sly tongue.

he grabs a hold of your jaw, forcing the two of your to part as he tries to catch his breath. clearly you were trying to distract him from what you did a few minutes ago, but he wasn't about to let that shit slide.

"you think you're funny, huh?" caleb pants harshly, reaching down to grip his spit-slicked cock, giving it a few slow, teasing strokes as he gazes at you with a mix of longing and bewilderment.

"you're gonna pay for that, brat." he glares darkly, shoving your head down towards his pelvis; rubbing the swollen, leaking head of his cock against your soft, plump lips, smearing them with his precum. you gasp at the sudden maneuvering, planting your hands on his thighs to ground yourself.

"open your fucking mouth." caleb commanded with a thick tone, and as soon as he felt your lips part, he thrusted his hips upward, driving his thick cock past your lips and deep into your warm, tight throat. he held your head in place, using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. caleb groaned at the sudden sensation of your throat clenching around his sensitive flesh.

caleb fucked your face with deep, rough strokes. the wet, obscene sounds of you choking and gagging filled the room as he used your mouth, heavy balls slapping against your chin with each brutal thrust.

"gonna fuck your pretty little throat until you're nothing but a sloppy, drooling mess." he promises darkly, voice strained with pleasure and a hint of cruelty.

your throat constricts around his pistoning cock as caleb's thrusts become more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his rapidly approaching orgasm. the room fills with the wet, gagging sounds of your struggles followed by his guttural moans. drool and precum mix together, dripping down onto your heaving tits.

you weakly tap at his thighs, only for him to ignore your feeble attempts; too far gone and lost in his pleasure from the wet heat of your convulsing throat. he's determined to take what he needs and use you until he's satisfied.

"no tapping out, brat. you're gonna-hnghh... fuck, you're gonna take what i give. gonna blow my load and you're gonna swallow every last drop." caleb can barely form coherent thoughts, brain fogged by how good your mouth felt swallowing his aching cock.

with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself balls-deep in your mouth, swollen cock pulsing and throbbing. caleb throws his head back with a guttural, animalistic groan as he starts to cum; hot, thick and sticky webs erupting directly down your throat to paint it white.

caleb holds your head in place, forcing you to take every last drop as he fills your stomach with his seed. he can feel you swallowing desperately around his pulsing dick, trying to gulp down his load.

caleb releases his grip on your hair and pulls you off of his now softening cock. you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering, thick ropes of his cum and drool dripping from your fucked-out mouth.

"you don't like it when i play nice, huh." caleb taunts, reaching out to catch a stray drop of cum and drool on your cheek with his finger.

"y-you! i hate you!" you glared at him, face now flushed with embarrassment as your plan of getting payback completely flopped.

"don't glare at me like that. i just cummed down your pretty little throat, what do you say?" he asks, making you pout as you look to the side.

"don't ignore me." he scowls, squishing your cheeks to make you face him and you groaned.

"t-thank you, caleb!" your words were muffled, but he heard you. caleb scoffed, letting go of you before swiftly taking off his shirt. he pushed you down into the mattress, parting your thighs to slot himself between them. violet eyes gleamed with a newfound hunger as he drank in the sight of your glorious dishevelment.

"i should lock you up... put a bell around your neck to know where you're headed when you wanna act against my words." caleb snarls, making you gulp as you felt slightly intimidated by the shift in the atmosphere.

however, your eyes were now trained on his well-sculpted muscular body. there was a thin sheen layer of sweat glistening on his chest from the shocks of his intense orgasm.

he grinds his hips forward, rubbing his erection along your panty-covered slit. the damp patch on your underwear grows, the fabric clinging to your swollen folds. caleb can feel the heat radiating off your core, drawing him in as his slick covered cock smears a mix of his cum and spit on your panties.

"oh, caleb!" you squealed at how deliciously the hard ridge of his cock slid along your slit, grazing over your puffy clit. your panties were now soaked with a mix of your juices, his cum and spit all combined; making it easy for him to glide his dick over your clothed pussy.

"tell me, why do you insist on running away from me, huh? don't you know you're mine? that i'll always find you?" caleb murmurs, his voice low and possessive. 

he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and yanks them to the side, baring your dripping slit to his hungry gaze. caleb notches his bulbous cock head at your entrance, the swollen tip nudging against your slick folds. he doesn't push inside, not yet.

caleb's cock throbs against your bare folds, the thick shaft sliding along your sticky slit. the bulbous head nudging against your sensitive clit with each roll of his hips. he watches with dark satisfaction as your twitching little bud peeks out from beneath its hood, swollen and glistening with your juices.

"look at this greedy cunt, so hungry for my cock," caleb rasps, his voice heavy with lust. he circles his hips, grinding his hard dick against your aching clit. the motion sends sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, making your back arch off the mattress.

he feels your slick arousal coating his shaft, your juices dripping down to his heavy balls. the sensation only spurs him on, urges him to rut against her harder, faster.

he wants to fucking ruin you.

caleb leans down and captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and claiming it as his own. he swallows every whimper, every mewl of pleasure that escapes your lips. his cock jumps against your folds, the thick length pulsing with a mind of its own.

"gonna make this pussy sloppy with my cum. fuck, you need my cock so bad, don't you?" he breathes out, words failing to process in your head as you just nodded.

"yes, yes, yes! oh please, caleb... f-feel so so good. nghhh~ love your cock..!" you cried out, seeing stars as you can feel every ridge and vein of his shaft as it drags between your wet folds; the tip of his weeping slit kissing your clit each time he snaps his hips forward.

your fingers claw at caleb's shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you cling to him. the heat building inside you coils tighter and tighter, inner walls starting to flutter on nothing as you could feel your incoming orgasm.

it takes everything in him to not slam his cock in you and fuck you to an oblivion.

"s-shit, gonna cum." caleb lets out a strangled moan, his cock pulses and jerks against your folds, the tip flaring angrily and leaking a thick spurt of cum. the hot, sticky liquid coats your folds, as caleb continued to grind his hips against yours; the lewd shlick shlick sounds of your wet cunt rubbing against his cum-coated cock nearly made you cum again undone.

"you're having too much fun." you cleared your throat, looking at him with a serious look.

"am i, now?" he innocently responds, making your irritation grow. using whatever bits of strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to sit before shoving him to the side; making him fall onto the bed.

he let you, of course.

hunger-filled amethyst eyes trailed your every move like a predator, licking his lips to revive some moisture.

"you never shut up, do you? always fuckin' nagging at me like i'm some dumb little kid. like you know everything! i'm sick of your shit, i can't stand you!" you yelled through gritted teeth, making him cock an eyebrow at your sudden change in attitude.

"yeah? can't stand me? then fucking sit, princess." caleb snarls back with equal bite.

your eyes darken, a twisted smirk ghosting on your lips.

"you know what, i will." you barked out a small chuckle, grabbing a hold of the waistband of your panties to shove them down; completely discarding them to the side.

you draped your leg over to the other side of his head, your dripping pussy hovering right above his face. caleb's eyes were trained on your cunt, engraving how your folds glistened with slick, puffy little clit cutely peeking out of your lips.

"no more talking. be a good boy and eat." you sternly directly, before putting your weight on him, mashing your dripping slit against his eager mouth.

caleb grips your hips hard, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass.

"i could eat this pretty pussy all fucking day." caleb groans against your folds, his voice muffled but dripping with desire. he leans in and takes a long, slow lick up your slit, his tongue delving between your swollen pussy lips to lap at your juices.

"aahhh, yes... oh caleb, mhmmm..." you drawled out, eyes rolling back at you grinding your needy cunt against his tongue.

caleb's tongue swirls around your sensitive clit, flicking and circling the swollen bud as he sucks it between his lips. he presses open-mouthed wet smooches; the smacking and slurping sounds rang loud and clear in your head.

"thaaatsss what i wanna hear. fuck, so good." you giggle, drunk in pleasure as your head was thrown back in ecstasy. your fingers tighten in his hair, manicured nails peeking through his dark brown locks.

caleb's eyes were closed, relishing in your taste and the feel of your soft, wet pussy that was now making out with his tongue. it was perfect, everything he could possibly dream of when he used to desperately suck on the gausset of your soiled stolen panties.

you tasted so sweet, he's becoming addicted.

"so tired of hearing you. always so fuckin' mean to me... so b-bossy—hnghhh... always a fuckin' bitch when you don't get your damn way." you spoke through broken sentences, biting down on your lips, tasting the metallic taste of blood as soft whimpers were drawn from your throat.

as you grind your hips against caleb's face, his nose nudges against your clit with each desperate roll. the little bud, swollen and throbbing from his relentless assault, catches on the bridge of his nose with each downward thrust. 

he takes advantage of the sensation, tilting his chin to rub his nose against her clit. his tongue darted out to tease your aching hole, jaw gaped open as you feel him plunge his tongue inside. he drives his muscle in and out, lips sealed around your entrance to catch every drop of your sweet juices. the lewd sound of wet, sloppy sucking fills the room as he eats you out with vigor.

his tongue pokes and curls inside your wet walls, making wanton moans escape your lips as you tugged on his hair. your eyes screwed shut, short, sharp gasps itched your throat.

"yes, yes, yes! h-hahhh, so good. fuck, gonna cum!" you cried out, pressing your leaking cunt down on his face, smoothering him completely. caleb was completely pussy drunk, his brain short-circuited. you body tensed, thighs trembling as you could feel your lower stomach tighten; reaching your high.

"caleb!" you moaned out his name in the most pornographic tone ever, body jerking from the after shock as your pussy gushed all over his face; coating his chin and lips with your cum. he lapped at your wet, overstimulated cunt to clean you up, not wanting to waste a single drop.

you hastily grabbed at the headboard, trying to escape but his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips to yank you back down, locking you in place as he sucked you dry.

"s-stop, it's too much." you breathed out, pushing his head away. with one final slow and long drag of his tongue between your sticky folds followed by a wet kiss on your clit; he finally pulls away, licking his lips.

you watch his face peek out from between your thighs, a lazy wet smirk dancing on his lips. violet eyes staring up at your flushed face, watching the small beads of sweat trickle down the side of your face. caleb presses soft kisses on your inner thighs, making goosebumps form all over your body; still recovering from the sensitivity your previous orgasm gave you.

"you've been holding all of that inside you for a while, huh? that nobody of a girl made your panties twist so hard that you've been acting so harsh with me. i'm hurt." caleb's words were soft spoken, tone lace with an undertone of sadness, lips grazing against the skin of your thighs.

"you're hurt? what about me? i watched you smile and laugh with her like she told you the world's funniest joke ever. you seen her these past few months more than you've been home. and... a-and-" you could feel the familiar lump form in your throat, eyes pricking with tears as you silently cursed at yourself for still being so weak.

caleb's gaze softened, heart clenching at the sight of seeing you hold back tears. nonetheless, he remained quiet, wanting to hear you out and speak to him after your unforgiving silent treatment.

deep down, he knew that neither of you wanted things to head down south. you wanted to fix things and so did he, and this was the only way.

the only chance the both of you will have to be so vulnerable to each other, so weak and soft.

"you cooked for her caleb. i thought... i thought that was something you only did for me. i feel special when you care for me, knowing that there's still someone left on this planet that'll put up with me. that... that i still have you to find home in." with that being said, all your walls came crashing down as warm tears ran down your cheek, bottom lip quivering. each droplet landed on his cheek, making his gut twist in guilt for hurting you so much unknowingly.

"pips... i never cooked for her with any intention. i showed her a picture of the omurice i made for you and she wanted the recipe. i just showed her the technique i used to fold the egg." caleb explained, lithe fingers softly caressing the softness of your hips, tracing the small faint lines of your stretch marks that he adored so much.

"r-really? so you don't hate me?" you sniffled, making him let out a small laugh.

"of course not, silly girl. where'd you get that from? you know i love you more than life itself, y/n. you're my whole world, everything in my life revolves around you, pips. without you... i'm nothing." he sincerely confessed, his voice raw with emotion as if every last word was ripped straight out of the depths of his heart that bled for you and only you.

he looked at you like you hung the stars for him, like your gentle arms cradled the moon in the night sky to shine light in his dark life; like you were the warmth of the sun that embraced him.

you moved down, now sitting on his stomach before leaning down; releasing your weight to lay on him.

"oh, my sweet girl." instinctively, caleb wrapped his arms around you. he pressed a tender kiss on the top of your hair, gently stroking your back to soothe you as you cried.

"i'm sorry, caleb." you choked out, making him shake his head.

"you have nothin' to be sorry for, baby. i'm sorry for not realizing how much i was hurting you." caleb apologized, making you tighten your embrace.

"why do you put up with me?" you genuinely asked.

was it pity?

emotional attachment?

"because i love you." he answered without any hesitation, making your heart flutter.

"you're stupid." you laugh, making him chuckle. you pulled away, face hovering above his as you looked down at his handsome face, his features already memorized and engraved within the deep crevices of your brain.

"you think i'm kidding? i'll prove it to you then." caleb wipes away the stray tear on your cheek before bringing his hand behind your head, pulling you in for a kiss.

it wasn't rough or messy like the previous ones. no, this one was different, felt different. his lips were molding with yours, just like how his soul molded with yours whenever you were in his arms; safe and sound. he felt warm, smelled like home and felt like heaven on earth.

with a firm arm wrapped around you, holding your body in place with his, he manhandled you; now having you under him as his broad stature hovered above you.

after giving him your whole heart essentially and having that sappy conversation, you suddenly felt shy under his gaze. with a swift motion, you rolled onto your stomach, hiding your face in the sheets. a warm smile was painted on his lips, finding your actions adorable.

"hiding that pretty face of yours from me? how selfish of you." he teased, his words held no malice. caleb moved your hair to the side, exposing more of your skin as he pressed soft kisses all over your back; trailing down your spine.

suddenly, his eyes fall on the inked words on your lower back.

kiss here 💋

his eyes widened, never noticing the tattoo because your panties probably hid it from him or something.

it must've been recent.

"when did you get this?" he questions, tracing the words with the tip of his finger.

"a month ago." you blurted out, words slightly muffled due to your face being buried in the mattress.

"and you didn't tell me? who did it? was it a guy?" caleb bombarded you with questions, voice sounding a little on edge.

"relax, it was one of my girl friends. she recently opened up her own tattoo shop and i offered to be her first client." you defended, but the situation didn't switch directions regardless.

"could've been an animal for all i care. only i can see you like this." he presses wet smooches on your tattoo repeatedly, making you sigh in bliss.

you could feel his hard cock rubbing against the swell of your ass, his hips rutting against you to gain some kind of friction. caleb grunted, licking and kissing your flesh.

"tell me you want it, y/n. please, i-i... i need to hear you say that you want me as bad as i want you." caleb begged, making your breath hitch as you felt his arm dig under your stomach, lifting your waist.

you turned your head a little, eyes locking with him.

"please caleb, i want you so bad. i need you, only you. please, fuck me." your voice was broken with desire, feeling yourself getting wet as you clenched your thighs tightly together.

as you lay face down on the bed, legs slightly spread hips tilted up, caleb kneels behind you, taking in the tantalizing view of your ass and the glistening, swollen folds of your pussy peeking out from between your thighs. he can see the way your body trembled with anticipation, heat radiating off your skin.

"gonna make you feel so good, sweet girl. i'll take care of you." caleb leans down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your spine, his hands kneading the soft globes of your ass before kissing it.

he parts your thighs further with his knees as he positions himself behind you, hard, thick cock hovering over your entrance. he takes a moment to rub the leaking tip up and down your sticky slit, coating himself in your slick arousal as the head of his cock swipes at your clit a few times.

the fat, mushroom tip of his dick prods at your tight hole, making you gasp as you feel him push it in.

"breathe, baby. i got you, i promise." caleb softly whispered, his free hand rubbing up and down the sides of your thigh.

slowly, he begins to push in further, feeding your wet cunt more inches of his massive cock. a yelp escaped your lips from the pain of being stretched, the sensation foreign. your arms gave out, body now slumped on the bed as you shoved your face in the bed, muffling your painful winces as you gripped the sheets.

"i know, honey... i'm sorry, i promise it'll feel better." caleb groaned, feeling your walls fluttering around his cock. he takes his time, letting you adjust to his size.

he was barely halfway in, but you already felt so full of him, like you were one.

caleb's hand reached down to rub your clit, trying to provide some kind of pleasurable stimulation to distract you from the pain. after some time, he pushed his hips further in, making you take more of his cock until you were stretched to the brim, a small bulge forming in your lower stomach.

caleb pants, cock enclosed by your soft, wet, gummy walls. he suddenly pulled back until the tip of his cock threatened to slip out. confused, you raised your head to look back at him, only for the wind to be knocked out of your lungs as he snapped his hips forward with a sharp thrust, making your eyes blow wide open as a squeal ripped out of your throat.

"you're doing so well, y/n. taking me so beautifully, like you were made for this, made to be mine. i love you so fucking much, baby. i want this to be everything you've ever dreamed of." caleb moaned, fucking into you at a leisure pace, making you whimper as the pain subsided to a delicious pleasureable feeling.

he leans down, pressing a tender kiss on your nape, his flushed chest pressed against your back. caleb grinds his pelvis against your hips, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as you were filled to the brim.

"caleb! hnghhh... s-so full.." you mewled, your body hot and trembling as he continued to thrust in and out of your sloppy hole that was now leaking on his cock.

you shuddered, feeling his hips pistoning into you, dick driving into you deeper and deeper as your walls clamped down on it. the single vein on his cock rubbed your velvety walls, making your eyes roll back at you could feel his dick pulsate inside you.

caleb's eyes land on the pink bow discarded on the side of your bed, arm reaching out to grab the clip. he clips the bow onto your hair, before kissing the back of your head.

"beautiful, so damn beautiful." he praised, breathless.

his thrusts are still slow and deliberate but growing steadily harder, deeper, more purposeful. he takes his time, savoring each slide of his thick cock through your tight, virgin cunt, each clench and flutter of your walls around him, each breathless little sound that escapes your lips.

caleb's hand snakes around your hip, slipping down to the juncture of your thighs. he finds your swollen, aching clit and starts to circle it with the pad of his thumb, his touch maddeningly slow and teasing at first before growing more insistent, more demanding.

"f-fuck, you're perfect. been dreaming of this moment my whole life, baby. i love you, god, i love you so much! h-ahhh... please, please, please. oh sweet girl, tell me you love me. please? oh, i'll do anything for you. anything!" he desperately ruts against you, thrusts becoming more needy as he grunts in your ears.

caleb was was balls deep in you, each stroke was sharp but it hit all the right spots. his balls heavily slapped against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. he licks and bites down on your shoulder, intoxicated by your smell and taste.

your hand reaches behind him, fingers finding his dog-tag necklace as you tugged it; pulling his face closer. you turned your head to the side, lifting it before locking your lips with his. with the sloppiness of his thrusts, you chased the movements of his lips.

"i love you, caleb. fu-nghh~ i've always loved you, always! there's no man for me unless it's you. god, i love you so bad, my body craves you... only you." you moaned against his lips, eyes gazing into his violets with nothing but pure adoration.

caleb's heart pounds against his ribs, blood rushing to his cock as adrenaline pumps into his veins. his hips never faltered, a steady pace as he continues to bruise your cervix with each deep thrust.

"you're mine, only mine. i'm the only one who can see you like this, make you fall apart like this. god, you were made to be loved by me." and suddenly, his eyes prick with tears as the fat drops trickle down his cheek.

you could feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower stomach, making your thighs tremble as your toes curled in pleasure.

"fuck, fuck... oh, caleb! i'll study hard, so fuckin' hard. i'll become a nurse in the DAA, so that i can be with you all the time. everyone will know that your mine, only mine!" your eyes screwed shut, brain fogged with nothing but the feeling of being so cock drunk.

caleb's pupils dilated, the possessive undertone of your words, how you claimed him and wanted to be with him; it's all that it took for him to blow his load.

"cumming, fuck, gonna breed this sweet pussy." caleb groaned, arm circling around your hips to deeply nestle his cock in you; thick, sticky webs of cum painting your walls white. he continued to thrust his dick inside, feeling your walls twitch before gushing all over him, drenching his balls as a white ring of cum formed at the base of his shaft.

caleb rests his body on top of yours, careful to not crush you with his entire weight. the two of you are completely breathless, bodies covered in sweat.

he pulls out his now soft cock, watching your hole gape open from the loss of contact of being stretched with his massive girth. his cum spilled out of your messy cunt, trickling down and onto the bed.

caleb laid on the side, scooting closer to pull you against him. you wrapped your arms and legs around him, clinging to his body heat as you nuzzled your face against his chest. he stroked your hair, brushing the baby hairs that stuck to your sweaty forehead.

your eyelids fluttered open, a hazy look as you looked up at him. he gave you a soft smile, leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose before pressing a long, tender kiss on your lips.

"tired." you mumbled, making him laugh.

"yeah? get some sleep, pips. i'll clean you up." he offers, making you giggle.

"wow, ten out of ten aftercare. no wonder why every girl wants you." you grin, but he could sense a small undertone of sadness in your voice.

"aftercare that they'll never get to experience because they're not you, y/n. this was my first time too, y'know." caleb shyly admitted as the tips of his ears turned red, making your eyes widen in suprise.

"seriously?" you asked, a bit baffled.

"yeah, it felt wrong to be with any other girl that wasn't you." he sheepishly smiled, making your heart skip a beat.

he saved himself for you all this time.

caleb grabbed the matching necklace that sat gracefully on your tits, brushing his thumb over the cold metal.

"i love you and only you. y/n, you're the woman of my dreams, the only one who can make my heart beat with purpose." caleb's tone was sincere, words pure with love.

your fingers wrapped around his chain, bringing the tag pendant closer to you.

"and you're the only one my heart is set to love, caleb." you smiled warmly, eyes lovingly gazing at him.

the two of you kissed each other's pendant, sealing the heartfelt confession.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

it was finally the day that caleb would graduate from university and the DAA program. you were excited to attend his graduation, your heart swelling with pride as you knew how hard he worked for all his achievements.

he passed his exams and necessary coursework, graduating with honors and securing a full-time job at the DAA. god, just how much more perfect could he get?

you entered the huge stadium, holding a bouquet of colorful lilies and orchids. you took a seat in the sea of parents that came to see their children walk on the stage, fixing your white sundress.

the ceremony began as the faculty members began to give their boring speeches. soon after, it was time to hand the degrees and certificates as each graduate began to walk across the stage.

your heart leaped into your throat as you watched caleb step up the stairs of the stage, his name being called and a loud scream of his name erupted from your throat as you cheered for him proudly.

"i love you baby!!" you yelled from the back, but your voice caught his ear as he turned to the audience, immediately finding your face. he shot you a charming smile, waving before walking off the stage.

you felt like a fan who's celebrity crush finally noticed them.

after the ceremony was over, all the students scrambled in different directions to congratulate friends and hug their family. you finally made it past the swarming crowd of parents, watching caleb walk towards your direction as he was deeply immersed in his conversation. however, from the corner of your eyes you could make out the familiar face of the one person you wished to not see.

it was the girl in his program, ___. you smirked to yourself, halting your steps as you let her approach him first. you watch caleb freeze, body tensing as an awkward smile replaced his previous expression.

poor baby.

saving him from the misery, you tightly grip onto the pretty bouquet of flowers in your arms, running towards him. the click-clack sounds of your heels echoed, and yeah, your toes did hurt.

but it didn't matter.

"caleb!!" you chirped with a bright smile, catching his attention as caleb's lips automatically curled into a grin.

he opened his arms as you jumped into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck as your legs locked around his waist. you giggled, pressing kisses all over his face; staining his flawless skin with red kiss marks.

"congrats, caleb. oh, you look soooo handsome in your uniform." you cooed, smooching his lips shamelessly as you smiled against his lips.

"yeah? you got a thing for guys in uniform now, pips?" caleb teased, making you smirk.

"only if it's you... but i think i'd prefer if your uniform was off." you playfully bite his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

"naughty girl." he whispered, making you giggle.

suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat. you turned your head and looked at ___ shift from one foot to the other, face tainted with embarrassment.

"uh, i think i'll go, my parents are probably looking for me. congrats again, caleb." she forced a tight smile, waving at you two before turning around to leave. your eyes fell on the small letter in her hands, now gripping it tight to crumple it as she walked away.

"confessing on graduation day? how lame. well, not like she had a chance anyways." you huffed, shrugging with indifference.

"you're real mean, pips. i like this side of you." caleb grinned, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"now can we go home? i still have to give your gift!" you pouted impatiently.

"oh really? or is that an excuse to trap me and strip me out of my uniform?" he poked at you with a sly expression, making you smirk. you gasp playfully.

"how did you know?" you winked, before the the both of you broke into a fit of laugh.

"okay, okay. let's go home, my sweet girl." with that being said, caleb walked out of the stadium with you still in his arms and his face full of your kiss marks.

and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

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a/n: if you made it to the end, here's a fat smooch for you :3 hope you guys enjoyed this caleb piece, it took me a few weeks to work on it lol. idk why but it's something about this man that just makes something clench iykyk. sigh, wtf did infold lace into him when making him. anyways, let me know if you guys prefer longer smutfics or if you like them short! if you couldn't tell, i get carried away very easily lolol.

[adelina-shifts]

i know it's a lot to read, but this may help you shift

(not my content, credits to Quackisp on reddit)

I have the exact same problem now :/ I'm also a logical person and had the exact same way rationalising shifting. This post really resonated with what I do and how I think. I personally gaslight myself into thinking a specific method WILL give me results because of my own articulated logic behind it and I actually shifted for the first time with it. It was the sinking method and I believed that it would be best for me to use it to shift because it requires you to have a transition into your dr. If that makes sense?

I can't visualise at all and I can't pretend to feel any of the senses which really deterred me in my journey cuz I thought that not being able to do those would hold me back and I wouldn't have as many opportunities with shifting as the people who could carry these actions out. And after thinking and mulling it over alot I found that I formed a sort of reasoning behind my problem that these methods which I cant do because of my hindrances have some type of transition into the other reality. Like the double sided staircase method. If I did a non-visualization or sleep method it would mean counting and affirming then laying in wait to shift or fall asleep which I subconsciously thought I wouldn't by that time cuz I overthink alot.

Also void state wouldn't work cuz I couldn't no matter how hard I tried get into it and I couldn't lucid dream after years of trying so that means not being able to do the lucid dream method. And the adhd method had so many steps that I would focus on remembering the STEPS and which comes after which instead of where I'm going. All other methods like the Julia and raven are ruled out as well cuz again I'd just have to affirm and wait while my mind wandered.

But the sinking method seemed immensely easier and made more sense in my mind. Though now looking back on it, it could've easily been a method that requires heavy visualising and pretending to feel stuff but because the creator of the method specified that it wasn't a visualising method I tried it wholeheartedly.

The steps are:

Affirm that your dr self/dr body is directly beneath your bed. Until you believe it.

Then count from 1 to 100 or what ever number of your choice and between each number breathe in and out. While breathing out feel yourself sink into your mattress.

You could also say affirmations like "I'm sinking into my dr self." And actually try to feel yourself sink into it and do this until you feel like you've fully sunk down to your dr self.

Fall asleep upon feeling so or open your eyes if you feel like you're in your dr.

So my way of thinking was that I could make a transition into dr easily like this and that's why this method worked for me.

TLDR: gaslight yourself with facts and logic that a certain method might work for you because of "____ reason" and it will.

Also writing this reply made me realise that if I use my own tip and gaslight myself into thinking that a specific thing works for me then it will because that's essentially what I did the first time I shifted.

[ssahotchnerr]

Hotch request ♡ for pre-relationship Hotch and Reader where he takes care of them on a case where they don’t feel well (maybe giving them his jacket when they have to investigate somewhere chilly at night, or keeping an eye on them!!) I thought this would be a cute one !!

if you only knew

cw; fem bau!reader, mutual pining, no established relationship, touch starved aaron, sick descriptions, fluff <3

After being out with the flu last week, color was just beginning to return to your face. Liveliness was present, contrasting the dull pale Aaron had witnessed when you attempted to come into the office. One look at you, and he sent you straight home.

You were on the upswing, otherwise he wouldn't have let you travel. Your fever had gone, you were on antibiotics, you promised you felt better - pinky-promised even.

But now he was beginning to think he should've momentarily grounded you back at Quantico, aiding Garcia rather than being in the field with the rest of team.

The further you ventured, the further the temperature plummeted. Surely it wasn't good for your vulnerable immune system, especially since your symptoms had yet to fully disappear, and why had he insisted you come? Prentiss could've accompanied him to the crime scene. Or JJ, Reid - anyone else.

He knew the answer already though; after not seeing you for nearly a week, he was guiltily needing to make up for lost time.

Aaron did, however, have a set of tissues waiting in his pocket, which - judging by the increasing rate of sniffles exiting you - would come in handy soon. He had to subtly conceal retrieving the items (he packed cough drops also) as the two of you left the precinct, knowing the cheeky grin or words Dave would offer him if caught.

"How are you doing?"

You considered saying you were fine, but lying was pointless - he’d see right through it before the words even left your mouth. And you couldn't lie to him.

It was nice, having someone know you so well.

Your voice was hoarse, barely more than a rasp. "Honestly, not great. My head is so congested it feels as if it's going to explode."

He grimaced in compassion, meeting your eyes with sympathy - which deepened at the sight of your red nose. Induced by the cold or your cold, he wasn't sure, "I'm sorry."

"I can't tell if I'm shivering because of post sick chills," you admitted, and right on cue, a quick shudder overtook your body. "Or I'm just freezing."

"You could head back to the car. Warm up a bit."

As tempting as the suggestion was, you gave him a look. Wittiness danced in your eyes and it eased his tense shoulders; if you felt that bad, you wouldn't have bothered with such a display. "And leave you here alone?"

Aaron chuckled gently, "I can manage."

"I know you can." You responded simply but picked up your pace to lead the way, as if to prove to him you were more than capable. Unbeknownst to him, you were making up for lost time too.

Spending solo time with Aaron, or cooped up in a stuffy police department? The choice was obvious.

"Wait-" you paused, and he took a few strides to catch up. "Take my jacket then, at least."

"Hotch-" You began to protest, but Aaron shrugged his puffer off his shoulders anyway, ignoring your concerns of him now being susceptible to the frigid air, and how you'd hate to be the reason he'd succumb to hypothermia.

He couldn't care less, as long as you were warm. He persuaded your arms through the sleeves and pulled the zipper up, fastening it snugly at your chin to preserve warmth.

"This shouldn't take long," Aaron promised, a brisk burst of wind hitting the two of you. It caused a strand of your hair to fall in front of your face, and he immediately had the urge to tuck it back behind your ear. Get a grip, Hotchner.

He withheld his temptation for a moment, but then came to the conclusion - fuck it. While brushing it out of the way, his finger touched your skin. Briefly, but your cheek wasn't flushed, confirming your fever had definitely gone. But then again, the weather could've been contributing. "We'll take a look around, make sure CSI is taking adequate photos, and head out."

Your response was delayed, partially convinced you hallucinated his actions as your heart fluttered in your chest. Maybe your fever was returning. "Okay."

"Once we get back to the hotel, make some tea for your throat." How did he know your throat killed? Was it that obvious? "Take a hot shower, bask in the steam. And most importantly, get some sleep."

"Is that an order?" You countered, a weak smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"If that's what it takes, yes." He answered playfully, but the expression on his face indicated he was serious. Lips pressed into a soft line, eyes steady and clear with quiet determination.

Aaron was walking alongside you now, the back of his hand brushing against yours. While you weren't touching - only a few centimeters separated the two of you - it was electrifying.

Right before you reached the victim, a sudden sneezing fit seized you, and without thinking, his hand settled at the small of your back in support. It comfortably stayed put until you finished.

You peered up at him as your hand hid your snotty nose, eyes watery and quite pitiful. It broke his heart in the sweetest yet saddest way.

"Do you have tissues?"

"Check your pocket."

[fumiliar]

CAN WE PLS GET OLDER BF TOJI HEADCANNONS PLS PRETTY PLS 🙏

(LOVE YOUR WORK BTW!!!)

TYSMM! i hope you like it!😵‍💫

✎...toji is in his late 30s (he lives!) and reader is in her early 20s. megumi is a toddler and he keeps him.

you were the one who chased older bf!toji, you manifested this man. ever since you met him in your apartment gym, you've been trying to get close with him. you started to gym when he went to the gym, asking him for help to carry the weight because you were inexperienced. slowly but surely, you started to develop a relationship with toji, talking to him when it was unrelated to exercise.

older bf!toji who was scared to ask you out on a date. you were so young! he on the other hand, was a widow, a single father and 15+ years older than you. he could've been your father! all these thoughts subsided when he saw you waiting in front of the gym for him. "hi toj-" "date?" he blurted out, leaving you blushing and shocked. "sure toji." that night, he couldn't stop gushing over you to his toddler megumi.

older bf!toji who told you upfront that he was a single father, a widow and looking for a serious relationships on your first date. not wanting to cause any other misunderstandings, he's old, he doesn't have time to play games. he doesn't have the time to fool around, he wants a serious relationship, someone he can lean on, importantly someone who megumi can lean on.

older bf!toji who did not understand why such a youthful person would want him. the stress of his job and raising a child alone has manifested on his appearance. while you, were the epitome of youth in his eyes. the days where you could've been partying in clubs, you spent playing with megumi. he could not wrap his head around your actions.

older bf!toji who barely uses social media. not due to his age, but he's too busy with his life. his only socials are his facebook(good 4 u). you had to teach him how to make an instagram account, and to this day he still doesn't understand how it works. his insta only follows you, with one post, which is also a picture of you.

older bf!toji who's always 'reluctantly' accompanying you, reluctantly watching chick flicks with you, reluctantly accompanying you shopping and holding your shopping bags, reluctantly holding your purse. he's always reluctantly doing stuff, but he ends up doing it anyways. why? cause he loves you. there's a certain joy inside him he hasn't felt since his wife's passing. he secretly enjoys doing girly things with you, just to see the happiness on your face.

older bf!toji who never wants you to feel like megumi is your responsibility. though he wants you to be there for megumi, he doesn't want to burden you with his own struggles.

older bf!toji who stumbles over his feet when he first saw you with megumi. for the first time in his life, he saw megumi like someone from the first meeting. megumi was constantly giggling, smiling ear to ear. without toji realising, his expressions had mirrored his son, like father like son.

older bf!toji who's scared of his future. he's always on the brink of death, with the risky nature of his job. he wants to grow old together, but hesitation takes over him when he realised that in the end, it would just be him growing old.

older bf!toji who has the worst taste in clothing. literally horrendous, when you see his wardrobe, it's just multiples of his tight black shirt, his weird poofy pants and some workout clothes. his other clothing was horrible, some shirts having holes as big as your fist. ever since you've seen that, you've decided to go on a shopping spree for him, along with getting him and megumi some matching clothes.

older bf!toji who hasn't had the time to take care of himself properly. taking care of megumi was such a hassle making him forgot about himself. when you pamper him with skincare nights and face masks, he literally gets addicted. every time you offer to do a face mask or to do his skincare, he dashes to lay his head on your lap. he's still too shy to ask for it, but you can tell how much he likes it. his wrinkles slowly going away with every touch of your hand, as if he's finally let his guard down.

[bluetimeombre]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I could've lost you

After a particularly harrowing mission, Logan can't let you go.

(I was going through my drafts and I found this that I never posted?! Like, wtf. It’s short but it’s something to be out there as I slowly return to my Marvel era, it feels magical. It’s short, it’s not proof read but it’s yours. I hope you like!)

Tw: mention of injury, child death, suggestive but not smut,

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The jet landed on the grounds, Charles, Ororo, Scott and Logan waiting. It was supposed to be an easy thing, checking a factory, finding mutants, but you and Jean- the most powerful of mutants- were outnumbered, hurt.

Ororo was first at the steps. Logan couldn't find his feet to rush to you. His brain screamed go, go, go but he froze. What if you need him and was froze?

Jean stumbled out first, her head wrapped up. He watched as Scott ran to her, catching her in his arms, kissing her head and rubbing her back, soothing her and loving her slogan should you!

They didn't spare him a glance as they walked by him, even as he watched them, begging silently to have you in his arms.

Logan looked back to the jet. Where were you? 'Y/N!' Finally he managed to find his feet and used them to carry him up the stairs. 'Y/n?' he could hear his own voice, fragile and afraid. He'd heard you on the comms, you were shaky but alive.

Why couldn't he see you?

'Logan?'

He whipped around.

You were curled up in a corner, knees to your chest.

Logan crouched and approached you the way one would approach a snarling animal. He crawled to you, fingers tracing the leather on your knee before cupping it and squeezing. 'Hey, you had me worried.' He smiled at you, to show everything was alright.

You glanced up, the circles under your eyes were pronounced like dark moons. You skin was pale, your hands trembling. 'Logan?'

He smiled, hand cupping the back of your neck and soothing his thumb over the shivering skin. 'Hi baby.'

You lips tilted into something like a smile. 'Bad mission.'

'I know, bub, I know,' he soothed, bringing you close to press a kiss to your head. 'Are you hurt?'

'My head,' you mumble.

Gently, Logan takes your cheeks in hand and turns you side to side, trying to find any blood or a source of the bleeding. There was nothing. He concluded you had a headache which he’d get you checked on eventually.

'What do you want, bub?' he tucked strands of your hair behind your ear.

You smiled up at him, life blooming in your cheeks. 'A bath. Bed. You.'

He chuckled and kissed your lips. They were dry and rough but yours. 'That, I can do.'

Logan had ran a bath for you and striped you from your leathers. He watched as you settled under the bubbles, moaning at the feel of the water just as you like it. Heck, he'd put those petals in just so you'd smell good and feel relaxed.

Logan knew you. Everything about you. And if you were sad, even for a fraction of a second, he'd spend all day making you smile, he’d do anything to make you happy.

He was kneeling next to the tub, watching you bathe with a gaze similar to stars in his eyes. Watching the rise and fall of your chest and how your eyes closed in peace, he felt peace himself. His fingers would dip into the water, sending ripples but he hadn’t joined you… yet.

'You're staring,' you whisper, peeking one eye open to look at him. Strands of your hair stuck to your skin.

'You're so beautiful,' he replied. 'I don't tell you that enough.'

You roll your head to stare at him. 'You tell me everyday.'

'Not enough,' he smiled softly. The kind of smile only you brought out in him. 'Wanna talk about the mission?'

He knew you'd tell if you wanted to. It was the sort of way you could coax anything from him. When he'd had a tough day you'd be there just as he needed. He took anger out, pushing you into the bed and moaning at your pleasure. But this, watching you find peace, offered him just as much pleasure.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, counting the beats of his pulse. ‘I was afraid,' you whispered.

Logan stared and waited for more.

You'd never admitted to being afraid before.

'We'd only see two kids. Dead. They'd been shot in... Cryo sleep or something. But Jean, something hurt her and I stayed, tried to help her out but it was so dark and there was screaming. I-I think children were dying.'

'There was nothing you could have done,' Logan said. He didn't need to know more. You made it home safe, selfishly to him, that's all that mattered.

'I could've helped them, Jean told me to but I- I wanted to save her. For myself. For Scott- I dunno,' you continued. 'I put her in the jet and I went back but-'

He wanted to critique you for going alone, but he'd do that later.

You looked at him, hoping to find judgment, to know that what you did was wrong, but you only found his soft gaze. 'The children were gone. It was so dark and I-I was so afraid. Afraid i'd never see you again. That if I didn't get back, that'd be it. And I- I couldn't, I-'

Logan took your head and pulled it into his chest. He let you hear the steady thump of his heart, let you wet his shirt from the bath and from tears. 'I'm glad the fear brought you home.'

You looked up at him, frowning.

Logan dragged his thumb over your bottom lip. 'I want to let the world burn if it means you come back to me. I'd let the whole fucking universe go to see you for one more day. If you were afraid in there and that brought you to me then be afraid all the time. Y/n, I can't live without you. And i'm never gonna you hear me?'

'Logan, our job-' you start.

'Our job is too each other, isn't that what we promised?' he said.

You smiled at the memory. There was no golden band on his finger but there was the promise the two of you had made together. The promise that before being mutants came your love for each other.

'You come before everything, and everyone,' he added.

'I could've saved them,' you mutter, shaking your head and averting your gaze.

The water sloshed as he got closer to you, arms holding you. His shirt was slowly splashing with the disturbance he was causing. 'Then I would've been lost. You'd be dead and you'd have taken me with you.'

A tear slid down your cheek and he collected it with a kiss.

'You and me till the end, baby.'

His lips walked the path he'd created over your skin. From your cheek to your jaw to your lips. His tongue ran along your lips, darting in to feel you alive and with him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in. He shuddered at the water that ran down his neck but trembled at your kiss. 'I need you, Lo.'

'I know, baby,' he mumbled. He pecked your lips, and each cheek, where he felt your pulse in your neck and then brought himself back to you.

You pulled him into the bath, the water sloshing over as he fell in. His beater stuck to him and his jeans soaked up the bath. But you laughed and he watched you, adoringly.

'Trouble,' he mumbled before squeezing your neck and bringing you into his body, relishing in the feeling of you bending under his body, of your finger skirting his stomach as you peeled his shirt from him and tossed it, letting it splat somewhere.

'Charles is going to be so mad we flooded the bathroom again,' you giggled.

Logan pulled back, licking your bottom lip. 'Don't mention Chuck when i'm about to make love to you baby.'

And he kissed you and drank the water from your skin and vowed to love you forever.

[skittles-secrets]

I just wanna say I love your writing sm! 🥰 and I’d like to request hcs on how the batboys act when they have a crush on the reader, and how they work themselves up to asking them out? Tysm!

how they act when they have a crush 😯

bruce wayne

had known the feeling all too well. he'd had lots of crushes before. bruce is worried, though, because most of his other relationships ended in some sort of crazy plot twist and he couldn't handle that again. plus, he was driving himself crazy worrying.

will they not like me after they spend more than a day with me at a time? will they break up with me when they see all the kids? how can i tell them i'm batman?

he got over it though when his eldest son, dick, hit him on the back and encouraged him. "bruce, you can't keep waiting around. if you want something, you have to get it before it's gone, okay?"

so, then he wasn't so afraid of having his little crush anymore.

dick grayson

could've asked you out a loooong time ago. he has the confidence. he has the looks. he was a fan favorite in all of gotham. so why hadn't you? well, he wasn't sure if you'd go for someone like him. he didn't know of your past relationships, let alone if you'd had any. so that's how he talked himself out of it.

it was only when he caught himself giggling at your texts to him at 3 a.m. when he realized that he was down bad. he needed to confess to you. if he didn't, he'd be stuck pining after you and laughing at your texts like a hormonal teenager for the rest of his sad, sad life.

jason todd

didn't really understand the feeling at first. he didn't get exposed to crushes and those sorts of things as a child because he didn't have the luxury of elementary school. then, he spent most of his teenage to young adult years.. well.. dead, so... it's not like he could have been dating anyone then.

that's why he was so confused and nervous. why doesn't talking to you feel like anyone else? why does he mentally scold himself after every conversation for every stupid thing he said.

he realized he had to confess to you on one of the occasions he made you smile. he realized that he wanted to do it over again a million more times, because he wanted to be the one to make you smile and laugh. he wanted to be there for you while you slept, or were sad, or scared. damn.. he really likes you.

tim drake

was no stranger to crushes. he'd always been the type to look at someone and crush on them for years, never say anything, and then it goes away when he realizes that it's never gonna work out. that's what his crush was like, pining after you.

he just automatically assumed that every person he'd like would never even consider dating him. it was weird, because he's a good looking guy and there's no reason for him to think like that.

he realized that he needed to confess to you when he found himself accidentally stalking your instagram so hard he hit the first post you ever made. also, jason called him out for it in front of damian and damian is mean so he got embarrassed and flustered and decided that it wouldn't be so bad if he actually did say something to you.

thank you so much for the request and the follow! i loved this idea, and it was so fun to write. thank you for liking my writing!

[lyrefromthesea]

Is there going to be a part 2 to touch starved Giyu?

Giyuu - Your Touch Is All I Need

author's note: this is the second part of this post.

pairing: Giyuu x reader

content warning: nsfw, explicit sexual content, oral (giving), cursing

you've noticed him. it was the one thing he had desired so desperately and now it finally happened.

after months of conversations, little acts of service and small smiles, he had finally made you see him. it just felt right, it felt right to be seen.

so why did it feel so wrong right now?

he had never been insecure about his own body, he knew he was trained. he had heard the woman talk while he was on missions, he was a fairly attractive man.

but right now, he could only hope you felt the same. he had opened up to you, talked about his past and his present. and you continued to love him.

so why was he afraid your love could disappear now?

he watched your hands rub against his thigh, your touch barely there. he longed to feel more, but was afraid to go further.

the moonlight made the room light up, just barely. everything felt strangely blurred and extremely clear to him.

he could perfectly see your lips pressing against his thigh, your eyes meeting his to give him a loving grin. he wasn't used to be looked at so affectionately, especially not when he felt your lips suck on his inner thigh.

the action made him flinch, press his lips together to stifle the sound threatening to escape his throat. you were looking at him so calmly, why did your touch feel so intense?

"are you ready, Giyuu? i want to show you more.." you offered, seeing his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. he was clearly nervous, but the twitch in his pants and the hesitant nod of his head made you proceed further.

your fingers hooked under his pants, giving him one last reassuring glance before you slowly pulled them down.

the man had been awfully hard, his precum already making his underwear wet, but he had stayed quiet throughout the whole experience. he trusted you, deciding to let you do what you want.

yet he couldn't hold back the shaky breath escaping him when you slid his pants down, hard cock slapping against his muscular body.

"poor Giyuu, you must've really craved more.." you cooed, his eyes revealing that you were right. "why didn't you say anything?"

"i.. i just, hah-" he breathed out, his voice cutting off. he didn't get to finish speaking, body reacting to your lips on his cock.

he had imagined this moment a few times already, eager to know whether you'd take him right in or stroke him first.

nothing could've prepared him for the way you were kissing along his shaft, working your way towards the tip and licking over the slit. the whole action made him shudder, especially when your lips trailed down again.

your eyes looked so innocent, they were nothing like the lewd actions he witnessed right now. your hand wrapping around his cock, gently pumping him up and down, had his eyes closing.

"oh.. i didn't know it could feel.. nh- this good.." his hand had never felt this soft, nor did he feel so loved when he stroked himself to the thought of you. he wanted to see, he needed to see you do this to him.

"w- wait-" he gasped, his eyes widening upon seeing you again. you leaned down further, fully exploiting your place between his legs. he nearly had to blink back tears when your tongue traced over his sack, stimulating the sensitive skin.

"wait, not there.." he moaned, eyes mostly lidded when he felt you suck on it. truthfully, he had never touched himself there, now close to cumming embarrassingly fast.

though his mind told him to make you stop, to try holding back longer, he felt his cock twitch in your hands, precum dribbling down his hard shaft.

however, before he could fall over the edge, you pulled back, making him suck in a deep breath.

"why.. why would you stop?" he asked, already feeling your lips pressing against the tip of his cock. he choked out, feeling you slide him right in.

this was different from your hands, different from anything he had ever experienced before. your mouth felt hot and wet around him, basically asking him to cum.

"[name].. love.. this is-" he thought having your lips wrapped around him was bad, he couldn't comprehend when you started bobbing your head along his shaft.

"f- fuck.. fuck!" he whined, hands gripping the bedsheets tighter than ever. he had to fight the urge to hold onto you, forcing your head down until your nose brushed against his groin.

yet he couldn't keep his lower body in check, his hips trying to buck up even though he wanted to hold back.

he didn't understand why his body was responding this harshly towards you, it never was this bad when he had to masturbate.

"please- please, i- if you do that, i have to cum.." but he didn't receive mercy from you, crying out when you picked up speed, sometimes gagging around him.

"i'm gonna cum.. 'm going to cum! ha- mh- can't hold back-" his jaw went slack when you fully pushed your head down, swallowing around him.

not a single sound left him until he felt his cock twitch, his cum spurting down your throat. his whole body was tense, finally crying out and pushing his hips up, trying to get himself deeper.

you watched him tremble above you, sheets looking like they might rip from his sheer grip on them.

when it finally was over, he tried catching his breath, too exhausted to look at you standing up. he only opened his eyes to see you straddling his lap, his dick - still hard - pressing against you, feeling just how aroused you were against his body.

"you did good, love.." your lips captured his in a deep kiss, tongue tracing over his bottom lip and slipping into his mouth. he could only moan in response, pressing his tongue against yours.

his cum had left an unusual taste in your mouth, making him shudder in response. a weird combination of sweetness and bitterness spread throughout his mouth.

"please.." he breathed out, feeling you break the kiss. your whole body was pressed against his, making his skin tingle all over.

"i.. i can still continue.. i want to have you fully.." the words made your heart swell, seeing him so exhausted from one orgasm, but longing to continue.

"we'll get to it.." you reassured him, your gentle grinding turning your promise into actions.

he was sure he'd lose his mind when this was over.

[liiixsturniolos]

CALL ME WHEN YOU BREAK UP

Fratboytoxic!chris x toxic!reader

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★ It's a harmful cycle, Chris and you. You'll poison each other yet still crawl back together. But after another argument, he gets a new girl to make you jealous. Will he crawl back this time?

★ warnings!: Angst, Fluff, toxic relationship, mentions of weed.

“Call me when you break up!” You scream, middle finger drawn to his face. He rolls his eyes, turning away from you. You're so furious, you speed walk away so pissed you could've sanded off the bottom of your shoes with how you were slamming your feet onto the concrete. So fucking angry. On and off for two years.

He had to get back at you for your latest argument. He did this by dating some random ex of his. A girl you knew he gave no shits about. Somehow, this feud was affecting you more than your past few. Could be the way he intentionally wanted you to be jealous. And it was working.

You were stalking this girls socials like a hawk, waiting to see if she'd post some hard launch of them together, put his initial in her bio, or if matching profile pictures were next for them. It was destroying you, even though you knew it was all a ruse, the thought of his hands on her made you sick.

You wondered occasionally if the toxicity of the relationship was worth it... but when it was good, it was fucking good. Like Romeo and Juliet, except if they occasionally wanted to kill eachother instead of themselves. The talks for hours, listening to music and getting high together, the inside jokes. When it was good it felt like you two were the only two people in the world and you hated everyone but one an other.

When it was bad, it was bitchy, petty, stupid. But it hurt. Chris could get so mean, making you question if he really loved you why he would act this way. Your bad phases were short but painful, like kissing someone else at a party infront of eachother, or talking shit to all your mutual friends.

But you always crawled back together. It was like a magnetic attraction, you always met back up. You could try to get over him, sleep with some guy, but it would never work. They just weren't the same as him. He taught you a secret language you could only speak together, what you had was irreplaceable. And as much as you both tried to hide it you were both painfully aware that you loved eachother, and that you couldn't find the same thing anywhere else.

You're just out from the shower. Clean and slightly soapy, your wet hair dripping onto your shoulder, when your phone buzzes. You bite your lip, deciding if you want to check who's texted you. You're weak. You look at the screen, a message from Chris.

“I wanna see you.”

Probably high, you think. No way you're going to run after him like a little puppy after he ran off with some girl. “Fuck him,” you mutter to yourself, tossing your phone onto your bed and wrapping a towel around you.

Another text brightens the screen,

“Come to the party, you need to get your mind off of him.”

from your bestfriend Caroline,

You think to yourself for a few moments, typing and then stopping and thinking again. You're not in the mood for a party, but it could be nice to get drunk to forget about Chris for a second. So you reply, typing in one hand and the other opening up your wardrobe to search for a decent dress.

You land on a short red one, with a square neckline. And pair it with some old black heels. It's not long until you're drunk as fuck. You want to forget about all this arguing and this felt like a good idea at your third tequila shot. Now you're stumbling around on Caroline's porch.

Until you spot a familiar looking navy blue mustang, Chris is parked out front the house, drivers seat reclined a little and a blunt in his mouth, like he has all the time in the world to spare. His cars running, like he's waiting for someone.

Your stomach drops, and you try to wander past his car and act cool, but you know the someone he's waiting for is you.

“Had fun ma?” he scoffs, looking you up and down. His tone is gruff, low it makes you wonder what he's thinking of. He tilts his head slightly, with a hint of sass, his eyes taking in your dress, your heels, your glossed lips.

Your jaw clenches. “What the fuck are you doing here, Chris?”

He takes another drag of his blunt, eyes observing every inch of you as he exhales, lifting his arm up and resting it on the window ledge. “Wanted to make sure you got home safe,” he tells you. “That a problem?”

You cross your arms and huff, “Yeah, it is a problem. You're not my boyfriend anymore. There's no need to watch out for me.”

He scoffs, shaking his head in dissaproval. “Nah. what’s a problem is you out here drunk.”

You sigh, here we go. “First of all,” you snap, stepping closer, eyes locked with his and your lecturing voice booming in his face, “What i do, and who i go out with is none of your business.”

He hums like he doesn’t believe you. Takes another drag, eyes flickering down to your lips. “Mhm. so, what?” he exhales slowly, the smoke lingering between your two close faces. “You let him kiss you?”

“There is no him, I don't need a rebound like you.” You chuckle, turning to walk away from his pathetic tough guy act.

You don’t owe him shit. He's not your boyfriend. Hasn’t been since he fucked off with that girl. But the way he looked at you just then- like he couldn't contain his thoughts, makes you rethink things.

You turn back and swallow hard. “No.”

“Good girl.” he smirks, looking you up and down as you shake, rubbing your cold hands together.

“Now c'mon and get in, you're shivering ma.” he tells you,

Reluctantly, you slip into the passenger seat. “You look pretty tonight.” he smiles at you, locking eyes with yours.

You try to work out his intentions behind what he just said, “Not gonna work on me this time.” You sigh, rolling your eyes and folding your arms, landing on the decision he was trying to sweeten you up to apologise.

“Alright..” he laughs quietly and starts up the car,

“Maybe this will.” he mutters, his lips moving fast toward yours.

His lips move slow against yours at first, pulling your lips into his. Then his attitude shifts, begging to feel you kissing him back he gets hungry, starving for your touch, your forgiveness, and your love again. The kiss is aggressive almost, passionate and electric.

Your thoughts swirling, your mind hyper active and running like a race horse. You couldn't help but let your hands feel through his hair, getting lost in the heat of it all. You'd forgotten how mad you were, and relaxing into the joy of being with him again. It was a high you couldn't buy anywhere else.

A/n: I hope you liked this :) please interact so I keep posting! Ilyyy, tell me if you want more of toxic fratboy chris and toxic reader!

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[luvvixu]

how to tame your boyfriend

content: bf!gojo, mentioned of sex and sexual stuffs, 16+, fluff, drabble, does not contain any smut, i think gojo's like this can't blame me

wanna know how to tame your annoying (and horny) boyfriend when your flight is delayed?

that's very easy. just buy him some lego and he would go on instant mute.

"i can't believe you really bought satoru—a full 27 years old ass man—a set of legos?" your friend from the other line, shoko, wheeze and at the same time confused for your action to tame your boyfriend.

sighing hardly while massaging your temple, you answered. "i had to, sho. he won't stop bothering me to have a quickie since our flight was delayed and he was bored."

your flight overseas was delayed for three hours because of some maintenance needed to be checked in the aircraft. now, satoru thought it is a good idea to spend those three hours having a passionate fornication.

of course you immediately dislike the idea even though you are tempted too. you value your morals, ethics, and dignity. unlike your boyfriend, he has no shame and would even proudly tell some random people that you are his by some marks solely created.

"could've played with his phone but seriously, why lego?" shoko was still laughing, now that you opened your camera and showed her your boyfriend who's literally sitting on the airport floor with bricks of lego on his hands.

satoru looked so focused and unbothered, which is an extremely good thing—like he couldn't stop whispers in your ears, whining about how needy he is right now and how badly he wanted you. but now he's occupied, it is the greatest relief for you.

"first, his phone is dead and was tempt to buy a new fucking phone just because he said charging using a power bank takes a lot of time. had to smack the shit outta him and force him to get out of the apple store."

yep, the idiot forgot to charge his phone before you left for the airport. now his phone is dead, the desire to buy a new one instead of waiting for his phone to be charged in a powerbank is crazy. although, money is not a problem for the head of the gojo clan—he got figures that cost more, more, more than your annual salary.

"second, lego made him focused and entertained on building it, not for having scandalous sex with me. i feel like he's being my child than being my boyfriend at this moment." you joked, lowering your voice so your big baby wouldn't hear you.

"you said it yourself that satoru is a full package." shoko rolled her eyes, but she's not wrong tho. satoru is everything, he could easily afford things and could even make some things impossible to possible.

"touché."

shoko let out a laugh. "anyway, gotta go now. got a client in an hour so bye my boo, mwa!" sending also a virtual flying kiss to your platonic friend, you both bid a farewell to with sweet smile on your faces.

as you ended the call, you turned your attention to your boyfriend who's now almost done on his lego that he's been occupying himself for like an hour now.

you made to take some photo of him and post it on your close friends in instagram because this scene of your boyfriend is literally a wholesome and definitely iconic. satoru glanced at you when he heard you giggle at some adorable shots of your boyfriend.

"what are you laughing at?" your boyfriend glanced up to you, confused and warily.

you shook your head, holding your laughter to not raise any suspicion. "nothing babe, just focus on fishing your lego instead of other things."

satoru showed you the figure "oh but i'm finished and we still have like an hour before our flight…" he paused. your mouth hangs wide, questioning about how the hell he builds almost five hundred tiny pieces in just an hour?! truly your boyfriend was really something but this is wild.

"how did you—"

"can we have a quickie now?" satoru smiles sheepishly.

your face turns more sour at his shameless request. although you understand that satoru is a man in need, but his neediness sometimes is really out of place and it took a lot of effort just to stop him from doing so.

"no, satoru. instead, we're going to have a quickie stop at the lego shop to buy you some more entertainment."

your boyfriend pouted at your answer like a hurdled puppy. "but i'm enjoying it more when i'm inside you."

that completely took you off guard.

"... tempting but no."

©luvvixu2023

[puriiinz]

POSTED | smau abby a.

IV; F U 2X

a/n: this is my last draft, i won't be posting for a while because of the situation my country is in. thank you guys for loving posted so far ❣️

contains: a little too much cursing

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yn needed to stop thinking about abby.

like right now.

she locked her phone and stared at the ceiling with the intensity of someone trying to change dimentions to escape from their thoughts.

yn was not imagining things at the cafe, it was weird. it wasn't anything absurd per se but it wasn't normal either. yn wouldn't feel that way when she would play-flirt with her friends, no. what was she feeling? great question! she didn't know either. she couldn't pinpoint what and how many things she was feeling. was she the problem? maybe she was...

yn's phone buzzed once, twice, thrice... like five times? but she wasn't going to look. no. she's a strong independent girl who has REALLY good self control and- wait her phone buzzed again.

maybe a peek...

yn grabbed her phone and unlocked it immediately, seeing dina's name pop up, she clicked on the notification and that's when she wanted to shoot her brains out. literally.

???

what

?

literally what was that supposed to mean. like are we just copying each others' sentences now??? literally WHO is abby flirting with using yn's jokes. it wasn't even FUNNY. god. FUCK#%-&:!27:'e

okay.

be calm.

let's think for once.

no one knows they were together yesterday, so there's no chance anyone would guess this was about yn. but why would yn care what people thought? but yn knows she said that to her. as a joke. was abby flirting with someone else using yn's own joke??? zero originality whatsoever???? but why would yn care? like abby's not even fitted. but what if abby said that about yn? what if abby tried to make an inside joke between her and yn but yn was being a delusional ass bitch and her ego is so high and she's dumb and

okay breathe.

there were two possibilities:

either yn's really delusional and abby was NOT!!!! thinking about yn when she tweeted that. it was just a random act of saying she loved some people so much to the point she'd give up some things that had nothing to do with yn.

or yn's not delusional.

yn's checked twitter too many times. abby hasn't deleted shit. and to top it all off she was replying to ellie's tweets making fun of her. that means abby's aware of her fuckass tweet. great.

and yet she hasn't said jack shit to yn. but why would she? it's not like yn had triggered her to tweet that shit. lol. ok.

it's not like yn was the one who spent her entire time at the cafe watching abby eat her croissant like an insane food behaviorist.

and it definitely wasn't like yn and abby were the ones arguing about stupid food shit in a not-flirty-but-kind-of-flirty-question-mark way. and why the FUCK was dina still texting yn.

after blocking dina on twitter and putting her phone on dnd, yn decided enough was enough. she had to take her mind off of abby. which is why 13 minutes later yn made the (highly questionable) decision to go grocery shopping at night. because nothing says #unbothered like staring at vegetables under blindingly white lights at 12 pm.

yn was so focused on picking out the best overpriced beverage that she almost didn't notice someone walking up beside her.

almost.

but then, in her peripheral vision, she saw the unmistakeable shape of a tall, broad-shouldered, protein powder for brains hoe. yn's stomach dropped in the sight of her because there was NO WAY that was a coincidence. like of the fuck course she would run into abby sooner or later but immediately after her tweet? crazy shit bro.

yn slowly turned her head and there abby was. all in her glory, holding a single loaf of bread. she could've gone anywhere else for a loaf of bread but she chose to come to the store yn always shopped at, of course. and of course she was standing way too close to yn.

abby blinked at yn, her grip on the bread tightening slightly, she looked like she was thinking, must be hard for her. bitch.

"hey..."

yn said nothing.

because what the fuck.

abby, who apparently hadn't been expecting the silence, cleared her throat, adjusting the already perfectly fine positioning of her hoodie.

"didn't think... didn't think i'd run into you here."

yn blinked, and without thinking opened a can of diet coke, taking a big sip to try calm herself down, which didn't work.

abby shifted uncomfortably, gripping her bread harder. there was literally no reason for that interaction to be that painful, except for the giant (but not really) elephant in the room that neither of them were acknowledging.

yn's eyes flicked down to abby's hands, then back to her face, "you came here for bread?" abby hesitated before seriously answering "yeah..."

yn squinted at abby, abby squinting back at her. they both were standing still, abby holding her bread and yn holding her can of coke, doing nothing but breathing and staring at each other. after what felt like forever, abby cleaned her throat,

"...what about you?"

yn blinked, then dumbly gestured towards the beverages, because she can't fucking talk apparently.

abby nodded way too slowly, "cool... cool."

a pause.

a long pause.

"did you see my tweet?"

yn felt every single nerve in her body get up and start running around, her entire existence stopped functioning for a full second. was this shit even that serious? she didn't know. while thinking whether she was being dramatic or not, she made the stupidest decision. and lied.

"...nope," she rocked back and forth on her feet "haven't checked twitter today..."

abby looked at yn

yn looked at abby

then abby tilted her head. just like back at the cafe. but she looked cuter this time. that's not the point. the point is, she didn't believe yn.

"...really?"

yn did not break eye contact.

"yes."

a beat of silence.

then abby, who's still gripping her stupid loaf of bread like it's her last lifeline, exhales, her expression unreadable.

"...huh."

yn nodded, making abby nod after her.

another pause.

then, suddenly, abby looked almost amused. but literally anything wasn't funny. yn was doing nothing except shuffling her feet. she really had to beat abby's ass sometime. when they're not awkward.

"...okay."

yn narrowed her eyes, something about abby's tone felt dangerous. but at the same time, all this shit over a tweet, really? god, yn was losing her mind dails as is, she didn't need abby to add into it.

abby adjusted her grip on the bread one last time. and all of a sudden, saying the worst fucking thing she could've said. with a straight face.

"i guess l'll just have to say it to your face next time."

yn's brain completely shut down. what the fuck does that mean. was she serious???? FUCK YOUR MOTHER BITCH. SHIT.

while praying on abby's downfall in her mind, yn did the stupidest fucking thing, never truly giving up on her style.

she quite literally chucked her coke can at abby, making sure abby was holding it, then started to power walk out of the store.

because who was yn if not running from her problems?

[gachapains]

In preparation for the LaDs writing blog I'll inevitably make, I did a little Caleb study; bc I haven't written anything in a year (my last fic was neatly 10k words LMFAOO)

No warnings, all fluff and a lot of teasing!!

Tags: Established relationship, teasing, use of "pips", clothes stealing, both reader and Caleb have a degree in yearnology for each other

Man... My Caleb brain rot is so bad

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“Pips! I'm back early, I picked up some groceries on my way here I was thinking of making some- is that my hoodie that got lost?" There in the dim light of your apartment, you're caught red handed by your boyfriend wearing his stolen hoodie. "I… perchance will you let me stache this somewhere and pretend like you never saw this?” You stutter out, a face a fierce shade of scarlet. "Not a chance.” Caleb says matter-of-factly, a smug smile absorbs his handsome features. " In fact, I'll be soooo kind and let a little thief explain themselves.” Caleb sets the groceries he bought on the kitchen counter and plants himself on one of the island chairs crossing his arms playfully. “Go ahead, I'm waiting." There's no malice behind his words whatsoever, just a teasing boyish smirk.

You cautiously step into the kitchen, eyes darting around for an escape route. You may be a deep space hunter but being teased by your boyfriend triggers your fight or flight. Your feet land in front of him and your eyes slowly drift to his. You take in a deep breath before beginning. " So uh, do you remember the last time I was in Skyhaven?” "Of course, it was the last time I saw you after all.” " Right right, I uh, well you went for a run before we went to bed because you had to leave earlier than usual the next day. You went to go shower and… I kinda saw your hoodie you were wearing just sitting there and I knew I wasn't gonna see you again for a few weeks so I just kinda I dunno… took it?" You mumble quietly. Caleb snots, shaking his head in disbelief. “So why last week when I told you my favorite hoodie was missing you didn't confess?" He presses, an eyebrow raised tauntingly. “I was going to tell you I swear! I just… This is humiliating and I'm never going to recover- it smells like you alright!! I miss you and it smells like you, so when I miss you really bad, I put it on.” You bury your face and the oversized sleeves.

Caleb is trying his best to fight back the massive stupid lovestruck grin on his face, but ultimately loses. “So you're a thief and a pervert. Who would've guessed…" Your face couldn't possibly get more red as you rip your head out of your hands and go smack him on the arm, however he easily intercepts the blow pulling you into a tight embrace. “If you wanted something that smells like me, you could've just asked. You know that right?" You nuzzle your burning cheeks against his chest. “I know, it's just humiliating and I don't wanna make you feel bad, because we both have demanding jobs.” He scoffs. " My hot girlfriend asking me for an item of my clothing that smells like me because she misses me; would make me feel weirdly honored, thank you very much.” You wack him lightly on the chest. " Who's the pervert now?” " Mmm, still the pretty girl who decided to steal my gross post run hoodie I think.”

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[ashblooddragons]

Haunted

This was requested by no one.

Part two to this Oneshot is here, Haunting

Alright so I know I was supposed to post the next chapter of The Red Queen, but this idea came to me out of no where and I HAD to write it. Also I wanted to try my hand at 3rd person pov so I hope you all enjoy.

Summary: He couldn't breathe without her, let alone live. And yet the gods were cruel enough to take his Darling Siren away.

Word Count: 2912

Warnings: Descriptions Of Grief, Mourning, Mentions Of Dying, Daemon Dies, Thoughts Of Death, Suicidal Thoughts, let me know if I missed anything.

The day she left him on that cold and quiet beach was the day his heart was ripped to shreds. The day any part of him that was kind, soft, good, was forever gone. His heart and anything good in it disappeared as easily as her ashes picked up and swept away from the cool summer breeze. 

The sounds of her demand to her blasted dragon still rings in his ears. The way she wailed, begged with the last strength she had to be turned to ash by a conquers beast, it sent chills down his spine. And in those few seconds of shock he knows he could've joined her, been bathed in the flames alongside his darling siren. 

And the way that blasted beast looks at him with a mournful cry, as if it didn't burn away the woman he loved, as if it didn't burn away its own rider. No, in that moment he knew that perhaps a human could kill a dragon, for he has never felt more rage in his life than when that beast cried for his darling siren. 

Why didn't he just run to her? Held her as they took their final breaths together? He wonders this every second of every day, and without fail one of his darling girl's will waltz into the room as if their Mother had whispered in their ear to find me so she may play another one of her silly games.

He even expects to hear her quiet snorts as she tries to be quiet. She never could keep her laughter in though, could never shush or dim the joy that lived inside her. That radiated off her like rays of sunlight. 

But he was always disappointed when he heard them say that his wife needed him. Not their Mother, no his wife. The one he took for greed and pride, not the woman he loved. No never her, and he must always be reminded of how she left him in one final act of independence and stubbornness. 

Always my stubborn girl. He would muse before standing from his desk to find his wife. 

As he walked the halls he would look for her, wait for her to jump out of a dark hall to scare him. Though she never truly did, but he would never damper that smile, not in his wildest dreams. Not when it made his heart clench in all the right ways, not when it made him know what love was truly supposed to feel like. 

And he knew now, gods did he know. Loving her was like tasting the cool summers breeze everywhere you went. Loving her was like being able to breathe for the first time, taking gulping and greedy breaths to try and take the ache away. That burning searing pain that never seemed to leave, that seemed normal and almost comforting. 

Loving her was like living in a dream, one that is perfect and kind. The ones that make you have a smile when you wake up, the kinds that make your cheeks burn with strain. The kind of dreams that leave you begging for this to be your reality. He never wanted to leave, he never wanted her to leave. 

But in the end we all must wake up, we all must meet the world that is cruel and cold. But we can try to find those dreams again, but it won't be the same. Those smiles won't feel as warm, no they will feel cold and pinched. The laughter will feel forced while before it was as easy as breathing. It won't feel like you're falling and flying at the same time. No it only feels like a dagger has embedded itself into your heart, twisting with each kiss, plunging deeper with each thrust into a willing cunt that never feels quite right. 

He's brought out of his thoughts by the sound of children laughing, children that don't look how they should. He forces himself to smile, one that for any child would be of pure joy but for any person well astute with expressions it would be clear he is far from happy. 

Each step towards that door feels like another weight was being added to his feet. This isn't what he wanted to do today, no he wanted to sit by the waves like he always does at this time, but he's needed by his wife. 

He cringe at the laughter, too quiet, too restrained. The kind of laughter that you know took years upon years to perfect. But because of that training, it is now soulless. It's these laughters that grate him the most, especially since his wife has been teaching and telling his daughters to reel in their laughter. The ones they inherited from their Mother, the last thing he can truly believe might be her. 

The thought of their wild and free laughter slowly becoming soulless like his wife’s makes him want to scream. But instead he grits his teeth until his head pounds and the slight taste of copper fills his mouth. 

“Ah, Daemon you've made it!” He hears his wife say. 

Daemon turns to take her in, the woman he married for power, for pride, for greed. 

Her dress is a deep crimson that hugs her curves in all the best ways, it has sharp rubies and obsidian sewn into the bodice giving a deadly look to her. The neckline is square yet cuts deep enough that he can't help but wonder what is holding her breast into the dress. There are frills around the neckline, more than likely trying to imitate fire. Her long silver gold hair is braided into tight crowns along her scalp. 

Daemon can tell in an instant this look was set to make him desire her, to want her. But it doesn't, it takes every bit of strength he has to not berate her for dressing this way in front of their sons. 

“Rhaenyra.” He responds as he watches their sons play with wooden horses. 

Daemon loves them, gods does he love them, but each time he looks at them he can't help but think of how their names weren't supposed to be Aegon and Viserys. How their skin was supposed to be a warm toffee, not the milky white that graces their flesh. They should have wild curls that bounce with each step, not that sleek straight that graces almost every Targaryen. 

“I'm thinking Aether and Vaegon. Honor both our houses with our future sons.” Daemon remembers his Darling Siren saying one night. He remembers the way her belly bulged slightly, a small yet obvious sign of a babe to grace them in the coming moons.  

“And who says it will be a boy? It could be another girl, and if so what do you plan?” He responded with one of his smirks that always made her needy. 

“Don't be ridiculous, I say so and as the Mother I'm always right…but if it were a girl. Alyssa, we'll name her Alyssa.”

He still feels that clench of love each time he thinks of that moment. How she wanted to honor his Mother, how she was so adamant on it being a boy, but there was a slight twinkle of hope in her eyes that told him all he needed to know. She wanted a girl, if only to honor his Mother. 

“That girl…Nettles? She will be going to face Vhagar soon.” She says snapping me out of my thoughts. Snapping Daemon away from the one place he wanted to be. 

Nettles, a girl of wild nature. Braver than she ever needed to be and far too stubborn for her own good. Claimed that beast Sheepstealer by slowly feeding him sheep. One in the morning, and one at night. And by some grace of the gods she could climb that wild beast after moons of hard work. But what makes his blood run cold is that Rhaenyra knows she's his lover and knows what she means to him. 

She never had a problem with any of them before. Mysaria, Maids, gods even some of her ladies in waiting. But for some reason, Nettles is a problem. And there's only one clear reason, she reminds Daemon of her, of his Darling Siren, and Rhaenyra knows that. 

“Is anyone going with her? Sheepstealer can't face Vhagar alone. Both the rider and dragon are too inexperienced.” He asks as little Aegon toddles over to him explaining Papa with each imbalanced step. 

She turns to look up at him, a scowl crossing her features that reminds him so much of his brother. Same disapproving and disgusted look he always gave him before hiding it behind boisterous laughter that always seemed devoid of any real joy. 

“No, Vhagar is old and slow, I'm sure the girl and that blasted beast will be perfectly fine.” She says with a tight-lipped smile, but her tone is clear. She knows Nettles will die, betting on it even. 

“Then why am I needed?” Daemon asks, tone clipped as he bends down to pick up Aegon who continues to call for him and even starts pulling at Dark Sisters sheath. 

“Just…warning you I suppose.” She says but it's clear she wanted to see what his reaction would be. And he played right into her hand. 

“Is that all, Your Grace?” He asks, trying to fight every urge not to run after the girl. To not silt Rhaenyra’s throat for taking the only girl that ever got close to the way he felt with his Darling Siren. And even then it was a flicker to the flame that burned between them. 

Rhaenyra doesn't answer, instead standing from her seat to move towards him. He sets Aegon back down knowing before his Mother makes it to them. And he's thankfully for it, for once she's standing in front of him she reaches up to run her hand along his scarred neck. The implication is clear, he isn't anything to her besides a way to have ture born children, and even then it is debatable. 

No he is a warrior, a weapon to use when she sees fit, a soldier and nothing else. Her wild dog that is fed just enough to live, but not enough to not slaughter the first sheep it finds. But it is not sheep the dog desires, nor violence, no it craves salt and sea. It craves her, his Darling Siren. 

“Yes I suppose you may.” She says letting her hand fall with a look of betrayal crossing her features. 

He has to fight the sigh that rises in his throat when her touch leaves his skin. The way it felt wrong, too forced. Her touch burns, no comfort to be found in it. 

Instead he nods and quickly turns on his heel, the grip on his blade loosening. He hadn't even realized he was holding it so tightly, though it explains the burn in his hand and the smell of copper following him with each step. 

He doesn't know where he's going, only that he needs to move. That he needs to figure out where he went wrong in all this. Why he can't just let his Darling Siren go, why she must haunt his mind with every breath he takes. Why he must see her in the Nettles girl, why he must compare their wet and willing cunts each time he lay with the girl. It isn't fair to the girl, it isn't fair to his Darling Siren. But even so he still finds the need to pretend, pretend she is back in his arms, that she never left him in a burst of roaring flames. 

He's brought out of his thoughts once more by the sound of clicking. The sounds of the only thing that calms his soul after she died. 

“Caraxes.” He says moving towards the crimsoned scaled beast. A new confidence in each step, one he hasn't felt in a long time. 

The beast let's out an affectionate huff softly blowing his hair over his shoulders. Daemon can't help but close his eyes at the warmth crossing over his flesh. The smell of sulfur and charred meat enveloping him. 

He doesn't know what he said to his beast, nor when he climbed up his back. But what he does know, is when they took to the sky, the wind beating against him in a violent thrash, is that Nettles won't be fighting Aemond and Vhagar. Because Daemon knows he can't lose his Darling Siren again, even if he must pretend with another that it's her. He won't, he wouldn't make it, he hardly does now.

The thoughts of death are always a breath away, the thought of leaving this world and seeing her again so tempting he will often gravitate towards the balcony only to look down at the thrashing waves that abuse the sharp and deadly rocks below. But he is always interrupted before he can fulfill his plan, before he can finish the letter to his daughters. Because just as soon as he finishes the first one of them comes in, looking at him with such pain it makes him feel more guilty than he ever has before. They know what he was going to do, just like they did that night their Mother died and left him on that cold forgotten beach. 

But this time, they won't be able to save him, they won't be able to guide him towards a seat. Won't be able to hold his hand and whisper about their Mother with him. They won't get to even have a letter saying goodbye. 

And that makes him question his decision, if only for a moment. But then he hears the song, the soft hum that always put him to sleep so many years ago. He can even pretend to feel her fingers running through his hair like they used to. And for some reason he feels like it's her, like she's telling him it'll all be alright. That their girls will be safe, that he doesn't need to protect them anymore. 

And after a decade he feels like he might be able to breathe again, if he just finishes this one final thing he'll be free of the chains tethering him to the place he never wanted to be. 

Before he knows it he's being pelted by rain, the laughter of his nephew ringing in his ears. The sound of the beast that once tolerated him and adored Caraxes now trying to rip them apart. Though reluctantly. Both beasts fight with such ferocity that even if one were to prevail the other would soon die anyway. 

There will be no winner in this fight, not for the dragons and not for my nephew. But I will at least finally get to see my Darling Siren again. Daemon thinks as Caraxes lets out a pained wail with Vhagar slashed her claws against his chest. The smell of hot burnt copper floods the air around us with each attack from the beasts. 

It is when both beasts clamp down on the other's throat that Daemon stands from the saddle and stares his nephew down. Unsheathing Dark Sister, gripping the blade in his hands and jumps towards Prince Aemond. 

A deadly smirk crosses his face as Aemond tries in his last moments to unlatch himself from the saddle. But it's futile, their end is now, along with two of the greatest war dragons in history. 

The sound of bones crushing and skin ripping is sickening, and yet Daemon has never felt more at ease. Aemond is dead, there is no more threat to his sons, to his daughters. He has done what he needed to, he did what he always did even in his last moments. He protected his family, and he did it with a smile. 

And so when his body hits the water, taking what air was in him away. Leaving him gasping and reaching for the surface, but it's worthless it was always going to be worthless. Because without her, he drowns. Without her, he can't breathe. Without her, he is broken.

So in his last moments he lets himself think of her, his sweet Darling Siren. With her songs that lure him to sleep, something that was rare to find after her. Her, with her delicate hands touching his tight scarred flesh and somehow making it seem relaxed, like the flesh was never burnt in the first place. He even can see her face as darkness takes him, as his lungs fill with the hot bloody water of the Gods Eye, hear her Siren song, feel her delicate hands.

So he lets go, knowing he got to see her one last time. And the world goes dark. 

But instead of feeling nothing he hears the soft hum clearer. Feels the delicate hands scratching his scalp just like they used to. And the smell of citrus and jasmine fills his nose. 

“About time you found me, My Dragon.” He hears her say and instantly opens his eyes to be met with the gorgeous ocean blues he's been looking for since she left him a decade ago. 

And before he knows it he is saying her name, like it's a dream, like it's the only things he's wanted to say in his entire life. And he does so with a smile of pure unrestrained joy. 

“Laena.”

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[aevellewritessometimes]

One Step Closer

Vere x Reader: Reincarnation AU Part 2! I really need to come up with an official name for this, shouldn't I? Anyway, this ended up being much longer than I was planning, so it looks like there will be a part 3 before I start getting to the endings. I currently do not have access to my laptop, so I had to depend on someone else's playthrough for dialogue, so if the MC in this one feels catered towards the Hound origin, that's why and I apologize in advance.

Content Warnings: Vere-typical swearing, innuendos, and death threats. Also, there's a brief mention of a dead body.

Other: Yet another brief Undertale reference, but it only pops up once. Vere might be OOC. Hopefully better usage of italics and semicolons (English is my first language, but I am a victim of the American Education System). Trying to avoid using a name for MC/Reader during two scenes where the use of their name was very deliberate and important to the game (because I forgot that "y/n" is a thing). Word Count: 3k words.

This work may be edited in the future if I discover any previously missed typos or content warnings. This work will not be cross-posted anywhere and I will make a direct announcement if that ever changes. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

The memory of your face was both a blessing and a curse to him.

Sometimes it was a bittersweet sight from his sweetest of dreams; a reason for him to get through the motions every day just so he could see you again once sleep came for him.

Other times it haunted his worst nightmares: the look of fear, pain, and betrayal being the last thing he saw in your eyes before the life vanished from them completely.

He tried to forget that face, but he clung to any memory of your other faces the way a web clung to a spider's prey.

Many of the pages in his sketchbook were dedicated to those faces of yours. Many lives were taken from poor fools foolish enough to be curious about them.

None of your faces---or bodies, for that matter---were exactly the same; there was always some small difference.

Eye color. Hair length. Freckles. Height.

There was always something different. But despite that, it was always you.

So imagine his surprise when it was you---or at least, a particularly familiar stranger---he spotted strolling out of the Wet Wick and through the streets of the Amaryllis district as he waited for the Senobium cleric given the unfortunate task of having to deal with him today to finish her business.

Whatever was left of his heart froze for a moment and his lungs felt as if they were filled with dread instead of air.

Surely it wasn't you.

It couldn't have been you.

He easily could've just ignored them; let them walk past without any knowledge he was there.

But he had to know. He had to be sure.

He needed them closer---needed them to turn and look him in the eyes so he could get a proper read on their soul; it would put any and every question to rest.

Besides; if it wasn't you, then they'd make a good distraction for the night before he inevitably killed them by the next morning.

But if it was…

As he pondered on what exactly he would do if it really was you, the stranger strolled further down the street. He had to act quickly.

It wasn't much of a hassle; just a little trick with the shadows which loomed from the walls of the surrounding buildings.

The stranger froze, the smell of their fear permeating the air as he nabbed a key from their cloak's pocket.

They reeked of blood, death, sweat, and cheap booze. The latter two scents weren't unexpected; they did just leave the Wick, though he did let out a brief, rumbling snarl when he smelled that damned hound on them. The former, however? Neither of the two scents were uncommon in this shithole; just earlier today he watched as a few locals stepped over a partly rotted corpse that had been left in a walkway because nobody could be bothered to clean it up.

But the scent clinging to the stranger was a bit different---as if it was the stench of their own death and blood clinging to them instead of someone else's.

How curious…

He retracted the beastly shadow once he noticed they were going to turn around; finally allowing him to see their face.

It looked startlingly similar to the face you the day of the incident. The only immediate difference he could spot was that their hair was off a shade.

They surveyed the area, panicked and confused, before finally spotting him, sitting on a stoop and lounged against a wall.

While he was able to see their eyes now that they were looking at him, he wasn't able to get a good view of their soul just yet.

He needed them closer.

He baited them with their key---claiming that they had dropped it, but he didn't want to toss it to them, just in case some urchin ran by and stole it while it was still in the air.

They didn't trust it. If it weren't an inconvenience to him, he would've laughed at how they were smart enough to be cautious of him right off the bat despite getting all close and personal with Leander.

But with some teasing and flirting, he eventually managed to urge them closer---even if it was just to snatch up their key and move away from him as quick as they could.

Unfortunately for them, he was faster.

As they made to grab their key from his palm, he snatched their wrist and pulled them closer; finally giving him the chance and view that he needed… as well as a good whiff of the smell of that fucking doctor.

His suspicions on that note were proven to be correct, but there was something else…

Something not quite Human, but also not quite Monster… How inter---

"VERE!"

And of course the fucking cleric chose right then stop taking her sweet time. Gods-fucking-dammit.

He managed to trick the woman into believing he was just chatting with a friend and sent the stranger off with some free advice before the cleric dragged him off on his leash.

As he listed to the sound of their footsteps as they walked away---at an insultingly yet understandably brisk pace---he made a mental note to go visit the Wick once he was let off his leash for the night.

He'd get another chance there.

-=-=-=-=-

The Wick was suficatingly filled with the usual regulars; the stench of sweating, unwashed bodies watered-down booze clouding the humid air.

Vere sat by Ais---who had only just showed up less than an hour ago---towards the end of the bar, watching the crowd.

He still hasn't spotted the stranger yet. At this point, he was starting to wonder if he was wrong about their lodgings. He was close to just leaving---the mixture of annoyance at his incorrect guess and at Leander's joyful chitchat making a truly dangerous combination.

"Pardon me."

No human being would've been able to hear the soft-spoken request from where he was sitting, but Vere could hear the doctor perfectly well as he parted his way through the crowd.

His exasperation at his appearance was just enough for him to almost get up and leave---until he spied two heads trailing behind Kuras's towering form:

Mhin, who apparently formed a habit of following Kuras around like a lost kitten whenever they needed something to do with their time…

And the stranger from before.

About damn time.

He watched as the trio approached Leander, who was just putting the finishing touches on whatever abomination of a drink he was trying to kill Ais with this time. He was momentarily distracted at the glowing green liquid in the glasses that Leander slid down to them, which was followed by Ais downing it in one go.

"It's chewy."

"Chewy? Wait, let me try again…"

"I told you this place was a nest of degenerates."

Vere's attention was drawn back towards the three at the sound of Mhin's grumbling. As Mhin and Kuras quietly spoke to each other, the stranger observed the bar; seeming surprised to see him and Ais there.

He noticed that their gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than it did for Ais before they returned their attention back to their companions.

"Ah, if it isn't Kuras and Mhin!" Leander exclaimed, finally taking notice of them.

Either he didn't see the stranger, or they haven't been introduced yet.

"Good evening, Leander. Ais. Another drinking competition?" Kuras said, approaching the bar and ignoring him entirely.

Good. He didn't need another annoyance on top of everything else already.

Vere just turned to Mhin. "I almost didn't see you there, Mhin. Looking for your booster seat?"

It was petty and entirely unprovoked, but he needed to take the edge off somehow.

The white-haired mercenary pushed back their hood. "I though Ais wasn't allowed to bring his pets in here."

Oh this little---

As Vere's ears flattened against his head and his tail twitched angrily, Leander vaulted over the bar, slotting himself in between Ais and Kuras, snaking an arm around the latter's shoulders and offering him one of his horrible drinks---effectively preventing a fight.

"I'm afraid not. We were merely escorting them back to their lodgings." He responded, gesturing to the stranger, who reluctantly stepped out of the shadows at their acknowledgment.

Leander's face brightened---indicating that the two of them had, in fact, been acquainted. He immediately waved them over and introduced them to him and Ais.

(The name was different than the last one he remembered you bearing, but that didn't mean much of anything. They were almost always different---except for that one time, but even then, the spelling was different.)

Once again, they were still too far for him to get a good look at their soul. At this point, he almost believed they were doing it to be spiteful.

Leander starts talking again, and Vere tunes him out as he orders a flute of champagne---the only drink that doesn't taste too much like rat's piss.

Everyone's attention turned towards him when the bartender popped the bottle.

"They serve champagne here? Since when?"

"You don't mind, do you?"

"No, be my guest. I know you've got expensive taste…"

Vere sipped from his glass as Leander shot the bartender a frantic look and Ais offered to buy a drink for the stranger---calling them "Sparrow" as he did so.

Leander interjected and offered to buy them a drink instead.

It's their first night here and they've already got these two in a dick measuring contest over them. He was almost impressed.

Either way, they get their drink and Leander holds a toast to their arrival---much to their own dismay. Vere was finding himself more and more peeved by the minute, but still, he lingered.

They'd move towards him eventually; he was sure of it.

The conversation moved---Vere learned that the outsider apparently already managed to find themself on death's door twice today. Clearly, they had not taken his oh-so generously offered advice earlier.

Vere just turns to speak to Ais for a moment. Once he tunes back into what the rest of them are doing, he notices that Kuras, Leander, and Mhin have all disappeared somewhere; leaving the poor outsider all on their own.

"Lost your tour guide?"

They turn to him and Ais, their expression going from indifferent to mildly irritated.

Guess Ais left a bad impression on them as well. Or he was just particularly successful in his earlier ploy to annoy them.

He tried to offer them the seat next to Ais, but they were still hesitant.

Ah. The song and dance continues.

"How about we start fresh, hm? Begin with proper introductions, get off on the right foot and whatnot. I'll start…" He readjusted himself on the counter, resting his chin on the back of his hand, "The name's Vere. Hunter extraordinaire."

They were quiet for a moment. "I'm sure you already know my name…"

"Hard not to when Leander's shouting it every other second. It's a pleasure to formally meet you…"

His tone when he spoke their name was slow and deliberate, savoring every syllable; earning him yet another flustered reaction.

They were far too easy. If they weren't who he thought they were, they'd be fun to toy with for the night.

They glance over Ais's shoulder, then they start heading towards the entrance. "I'll be back."

He just hummed and waved his fingers at them. As they stepped away, he considered ordering another drink, but chose not to. It would be easier to plan a way to get them closer if he were at least somewhat sober.

Then he heard a grunt behind him. "Out of my way, shitstain."

Turning, he saw that the outsider had apparently bumped into some drunken roughneck. Or maybe it was the other way around.

"You watch it!"

Probably the other way around, then.

That was enough to piss off the roughneck, who shoved a bloodhound out of the way as he angrily stalked towards the outsider. Once he makes it over, he shoves them down to the floor.

Well, that's certainly an issue for his plans.

Fortunately, before he can start throwing punches, a few bloodhounds circle the two of them; sizing him up as the outsider was still stuck on the floor.

Ultimately, the roughneck was smart enough to back off at that point. He spat at them, barely missing their cheek, and started to walk away…

Only to find himself face to face with Ais.

Ais smiled. "You'll do."

Then he punches him square in the jaw. Chaos follows in the form of shouting and cheering as the outsider scrambles to their feet.

It doesn't take long for Leander to yell at the two of them to take it outside and distract the rest of the bar-goers with a free drink; immediately followed by the bartender throwing him an annoyed glance as everyone else started cheering.

Ais left out a back exit, dragging his quarry out with him.

Kuras lingers near the door, surveying the bar for any wounded people before departing.

Mhin drew up their hood and slipped through a side door, apparently separated from Kuras during the brief fight.

Leander made his way to the bar opposite of where Vere sat, frantically apologizing to the bartender.

Vere just leaned over and grabbed a glass of wine from behind the bar, watching the outsider through his peripheral vision.

They stand still for a moment, surveying the bar. Then, they move towards him; their steps hesitant. Eventually, they slide into the seat beside him as he sips from the wine glass.

Finally.

He didn't turn to them just yet; souls were easier to read when their bearer was vulnerable. He wanted them to let their guard down, first.

"I didn't think you planned on sticking around."

"A free drink's a free drink, even if it tastes like rat piss."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't be caught dead slumming in this shithole?"

He sips from his glass, tail thrashing below the bar. "You've caught me red handed." He peered at them over the rim of his glass, "How ever will you punish me?"

"I figured my company's punishment enough for you."

Vere felt a small smile form on his lips. "So, you survived the night. Are you here for praise or would a headpat do?"

"About that. Turns out you were right; I did run into trouble---"

He knows. He could smell the Seaspring's lingering odor on them, as well as the stench of a Soulless.

"---Now I don't know if you're and oracle, a threat, or just completely full of shit."

He scoffed. "Most people would buy me a drink before insulting me."

"After the way you jerked me around? If anyone's owed a drink, it's me."

He didn't dignify that statement with an immediate response. Then, he propped his chin on his wrist. "I don't think you understand how things work around here. Information is a luxury; one you flung so carelessly aside."

"I'm not following."

"If you valued my words, you'd have taken them seriously. I gave you free advice---warned you of the danger you were in, and still you went parading off to the Seaspring. Small wonder the Soulless didn't tear you to ribbons."

"How did you know---"

"I have a very sensitive nose, remember?"

They glared at him. "Right how could I forget. Do you normally greet people by shoving your nose into their laps like an overeager Labrador?"

Vere glared at them for a heartbeat; a warning. Then, he laughed under his breath.

He'd let them get away with that one. After all, they only just got here. It's not like they knew…

"Only the ones I like." He sets aside his now empty wine glass and reaches for a long-abandoned tumbler of whiskey. "But the truth is, I despise most people."

His eyes flickered over their shoulder as Leander's boisterous laughter erupted from the other side of the bar, as if proving his point.

"What about me? Now that we've started off on the right foot…"

At last, he turned to face them fully. His gaze slowly glided over them as he sized them up, before finally ending on their eyes.

He could see the faint flickering of an agonizingly thick layer of suffering. An enticing sight, but still an inconvenient one. The suffering that one has gone through during their life always clouded the true nature of their soul; especially if it was left untreated.

"I haven't made up my mind about you, yet."

He turned back to the bar. Neither of them said anything for a moment.

"Have I done something to piss you off."

He let out a short sigh. "No. I'm just disappointed. People like us can't help but attract danger. Yet you seek it out, and for what? Cheap thrills?"

"I wasn't trying to get eaten by Soulless! There's something I'm looking for…"

"And you think Mhin can help you? Leander!? Are you really willing to risk your life with those dipshits?"

"What life? You've got no idea what I've gone through--- Oh, forget it."

They made to get up from their seat, but Vere stopped them by softly placing his hand on their shoulder; little more than a brush, but apparently enough to get their attention.

He said nothing, for a moment---simply searching their eyes; trying to glean whatever information he could from the suffering which marred their soul.

Now that he actually had a moment to read it, the answer was clear as day: betrayal.

Yet there was something… different, about it. There were many forms of betrayal, and each one left its own distinct mark, but whatever form this outsider faced was new.

No, not new. Not quite. Instead, there appeared to be two different type of betrayal there: one dealt recently, and one that seemed more… ancient.

The outsider simply continued to become more and more interesting by the hour.

"They couldn't even begin to understand you. But I could. I could help you, if only you'd listen."

"…How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't. But I'm slightly less inclined to waste your time with empty flattery and insults than those two."

They didn't respond to that.

"Is what you desire truly worth risking your life for?"

"If you knew what kind of life I've live, you wouldn't be asking."

Vere considered their response for a long moment before speaking again. "Will you trust me?"

"…For now."

Vere ignored the oddly familiar pinprick of satisfaction in his chest. "Good enough for me." He raised the tumbler to them, then he snapped back the dregs. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand once he finished. "Let's talk. Outside. If I have to smell Leander's skunky aftershave for much longer, I'll hurl."

He slipped away from the bar, leaving the outsider to trail after him, out a side door and into and alleyway.

< Part One | Part Three >

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Act 3 Thoughts

Watched Wicked, came home, waited 20 minutes, binged Act 3. I do not recommend this lifestyle. Anyway...

I was so satisfied with where we ended up, but I would have also appreciated about 20 minutes to an hour more. It felt like some beats were skipped over, they wanted to get to specific endings and didn't have the time to wrap them up as neatly as I would've liked.

Maddie is a good example. She's a plant for Ambessa, okay but when and why did she become one? She couldn't have been one before Cait being named commander and when we next see her she's pushing for Cait to take power back from Ambessa. Did Ambessa just message her right after Cait and Vi started working together again as like a "the woman you love's actual love is back in the picture, you can either wallow or get revenge with me", but also made a smarmy remark about Cait 'at least being warm' or something. We didn't need to absolve Cait or villainize Maddie for their 'relationship' because they didn't even have a relationship-just a coping mechanism for Cait, similar to Vi's drinking. At best it was all unnecessary and at worst a waste of time.

Away from that, I want to focus on some good.

I am officially a JayVik shipper now. Them disappearing into a void together, encircled with each other, after Viktor spend however long within timelines/multiverses in hopes of finding a Jayce able to bring him back to his humanity? Come on, they needed to kiss. Especially after Jayce and Mel's low key break up. Honestly we were denied the three of them working together, because they would have been unstoppable.

Speaking of Mel, I love her. I love her design, her powers, her matricide, her taking command of Ambessa's armies, etc. I wish we could have seen more of her adapting to her new powers, finding peace with what she now is. There could have been a cool interaction with Viktor over how Arcane power has changed them both for better and worse.

I don't think Mel's story is done. With other characters, I can see them coming in for future story arcs as like, cameos or background details, but if the next LoL story is in Noxus I fully expect Mel to be a major player again.

Back to Jayce. I like Jayce, that could be my Arcane hot take, and I definitely want to write something more in depth on him. On all the characters really. For now, I'll just say that his determination to destroy everything he has built, because the only creation worth saving is his relationship with Viktor is just... glorious.

Viktor was amazing. I love Viktor in the lore, and they took his traits from the lore and amped them up to eleven. His body being destroyed and rebuilt, the process of which has chipped away his humanity and mutilated his dreams. He lives up to his own quote: "In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good. We have to make it right."

Ekko is a character I never realize I miss. That sounds mean, it probably is, but I am never the less so happy to see him every time. It's like finding the missing piece you didn't even know was lost: that is Ekko to me. His mini adventure in the parallel universe was adorable. Us getting to see what could've been alongside learning what matters most to Ekko, him getting a taste of a near perfect life and still choosing to return to his own time. That's why Ekko is the true hero of this story.

In terms of Jinx, I'll just say I'm not a hundred percent sure she's dead. The airship leaving at the end followed by her scribbled sign off, plus not getting a dead body shot. It was definitely left open ended. Her looking to do something good, to not mess up, alongside her fear of not wanting to try again because she is just tired of failure, of being a Jinx, was too real in many ways. I will go in depth on her at a later date.

Caitlyn's arc is going to be argued about, no question. It needed more time (see the start of this long post) to make her point of her anger burning away, of it not being sustainable, hit harder. I would have made her realize what her anger was doing to Vi, have Jinx point out that they really are acting the same in their treatment of Vi, and use the whole Ambessa was literally stoking the fires of her hatred to help fit what time they had left. Honestly just have Cait learn Ambessa was the one behind the memorial attack, that would be a much better way to explain her anger diminishing enough to look beyond her own hurt to realize and take account of her mistakes.

Vi, as usual, needed more screen time. Not necessarily because her story would've been helped by it like in act two, but just because I wanted her to have more time to enjoy her life. I went into act three with the sole hope that Vi would have a nice day, only for her to loose everything again. The only people she has left are Cait and Ekko, and god help anyone who tries something against those too now. Her ending being the chance to finally rest, to lean on someone else, was beautiful. She is my favorite character and please let her have only good things in the future, she was traumatized in almost every scene this season please-

Nobody tell Vi that in a universe where she died young everyone else ended up living. It would destroy her.

Vi and Cait relationship was great. I wouldn't say it was rushed in act three, because it felt like it was where it should be for a final batch of episodes, if that makes sense. It felt like the set up was Cait being genuinely remorseful and Vi just wanting someone in her life who wanted her in return. It helps that they have great chemistry and that when given the chance they fit so neatly together. I think Jinx encouraging Vi to be with Cait is what sold it to me. Jinx realizing how much Vi has given/sacrificed and giving her blessing for her sister to be happy with someone she disapproves of; not to mention Cait pulling the guards from their posts to give Vi the chance to actually meet Jinx in order to have that conversation. All in all, it comes down to Vi's "I don't care" because that's really all there is too it for them. Vi is done being miserable and Cait makes her happy, vice versa. Cait is someone Vi can rely on, Vi is someone Cait can find strength in.

Spitfire round:

Sevika being made a councilor

Every single one of Mel, Cait, and Jayce's designs were 10/10s

Vi not being given an actual uniform, just armor and the gloves

Jinx cutting her hair further to match Vi

Ekko getting his crystal sword/bats

Heimerdinger dying after living a life where he could make his city something to be proud of

I was fully expecting Vander and Silco to kiss in that one shot

Everything with Benzo

Loris' name being said

Vi humming the song and the song being their mother's lullaby

Viktor being held within the Herald

Sky leaving so Viktor was free to bring Jayce to his space mind palace

Caitlyn's rifle never surviving

Fishman McBlue being the only one of Cait's soldiers to stick to his guns and stay loyal

Sevika and Shoola side eyeing each other

Vander and little Vi and Powder with the bunny

The bunny being a passenger on Jinx's balloon

Singed's messed up family getting a happy ending

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Tyler's police station monologue analysis - to hurt, frighten or warn?

The discussion of the police station scene, and specifically the posts by @fullofwoe5321 and @claimedcrossbows, inspired me to write my own analysis. It turned out to be really big.

I've been trying to understand and explain this scene since my very first viewing. I've considered it while writing fanfiction, participated in numerous discussions.

I can't even count how many times I've watched it.

First, I'll take a step back and write a bit about the torture scene.

I consider Wednesday's actions very foolish and reckless, motivated more by resentment towards Tyler than by common sense. First, because if he truly was the Hyde, he could have transformed under torture and killed everyone in the shed; second, because she didn’t try to grasp the full picture, to see something more in Tyler than just a monster.Her justification could be that Wednesday was certain Tyler's master had been killed, that he is free, but doesn't want to tell her the truth - though in reality, he simply couldn't.

But clearly, for Tyler, these tortures were a devastating blow - literally a knife in the back. Wednesday had been the only person in years who genuinely showed interest to him. He had a poor relationship with his father, no real friends, and Laurel had turned him into a murderer, exploiting him. Wednesday was his hope, and the torture shattered this hope. A genuine betrayal. He thought she'd be able to accept his darker side, but instead, she chained him up and inflicted pain - just as Laurel had done to unlock the Hyde.

Of course, Tyler wanted revenge, to hurt Wednesday back, to mock her, hit her where it hurt the most - to show that he had outplayed her.

But I've concluded that this wasn't the sole, or even the primary, reason he approached her and delivered his monologue.

At first glance, this scene is a classic reveal of the villain who pretended to be good (some call this the "Prince Hans move," referring to Frozen), meant to serve as a turning point and hurt us - all viewers who liked Tyler. And admittedly, it worked. This scene genuinely frightened and hurt me. It's brilliantly acted and directed.But from Tyler's perspective, what's the point of this confession?

He makes an effort and takes a risk to approach Wednesday at the police station. She’s already about to leave, but he stops her, convinces his father to let them speak... and then directly states that he's the Hyde, even though at that moment there's no real evidence besides Wednesday's vision. Why this straightforward confession?

To mock her and deliver a villainous "I'm bad, very evil and bloodthirsty - see how I've outsmarted you!" speech?

Two things:

1. It's premature. She hasn't lost yet. At that moment, Laurel's entire plan was seriously threatened. The Sheriff and Weems had just agreed Wednesday would leave Nevermore hours before the night of the Blood Moon.

2. From point 1, it follows that Tyler’s confession wasn't beneficial to Laurel’s plan at that moment. What does it achieve? It only confirms Wednesday’s suspicions that he's the Hyde, deeply frightening her.

Moreover, there's still a day left until the Blood Moon. He could have waited just a day and then gloated as much as he wanted about how he'd won and she'd lost - for instance, at the crypt or on the way there from the station. Because only then would she have truly and irreversibly lost...

What an impatient Tyler... He spent so long pretending but couldn't wait another day, exposing himself unnecessarily. Let me remind you, he says all this in the police station, a couple of meters away from some woman who could've overheard something. Wednesday might've even had a recorder with her...

However, he deliberately made an effort to speak to her precisely there. Therefore, I think the true purpose of this monologue wasn’t gloating at all. It was meant to frighten her - really frighten her. But most importantly, to warn her.

If you look closely at how the scene is constructed, the most crucial line is the very last one. It stands out musically and through intonation:

“You have no idea what's coming.”

What is this if not a warning? In the woods Wednesday repeatedly insisted that Hyde's master was Kinbott. She was certain the master had been killed, and the Hyde was now on his own. She stopped looking for Laurel, thinking she was dead.

Obviously, Tyler couldn't tell her directly that she was mistaken. But the phrase "You have no idea what's coming," I think, is precisely about this.

Later, when Wednesday visits Xavier, she explicitly says, "Tyler warned me that something bad was coming."

I'll briefly step aside here for one paragraph to mention my thoughts about the scene with Xavier. In his toxic scene at the police station - which initially caused me a lot of negativity - he actually tries to protect her. I think he dreamed that she would die, and he's practically saying openly, "Do you want to stop this? Then leave! Go far away and never come back. That can't happen if you're not here. That's how you’ll save everyone!"

Despite my bias against him, it's an attempt to protect her. Interestingly, in their most toxic scenes, both Tyler and Xavier were actually protecting Wednesday.

But back to Tyler. The second purpose of his confession is to frighten her. Frighten enough that she would stop pursuing him, genuinely pack her bags, and leave Nevermore.I suspect Tyler knew about the arrangement Weems and the Sheriff made. It wouldn’t surprise me if he himself planted the idea of her leaving, something along the lines of, "While she's here, I don't feel safe. Make her leave." Because later, Weems explicitly says that Wednesday's departure was the Sheriff's condition.

It's hard to scare Wednesday, and Tyler knows this perfectly. He knows her obsession with the monster, her trip to the mansion at night. She's not the type to be easily frightened. But he says exactly what does scare her - that he enjoyed killing innocent people. That he's a real monster. She's scared and hurt; it’s clear in her eyes.

It's worth noting that from the perspective of Laurel’s plan, Tyler should have acted very differently. It would have been beneficial for him to continue playing innocent, pretending he understood nothing. Maybe even pretend willingness to cooperate, give her new evidence, rekindle her interest, and attempt to regain her trust.

In @thelovelybookworm comment I've seen the idea that Tyler knew the only way for Wednesday to survive would be his own death. Thus, he behaved in such a way that if a direct confrontation occurred, she'd be prepared to kill him. That seems too radical for me, but there's a grain of truth here.

Later, we learn Laurel sent Tyler to pick Wednesday up at the train station. Clearly, she didn’t know he had confessed everything. That means Tyler didn't tell Laurel about his monologue at the police station - after what he said there, would it be logical to send him to the station? To drag Wednesday by force and draw attention?

I wouldn't be surprised if Laurel also didn't know exactly why Wednesday was expelled, still believing Wednesday thought Xavier was the Hyde and trusted Tyler. Judging by the greenhouse scene, that's very likely. That means Tyler concealed this important, practically key fact from Laurel, and went to the station despite risking the whole plan.

By the way, interestingly, in the end, Wednesday is delivered to Laurel not by Tyler, but by Weems. But that's a topic for another discussion.

Perhaps at the train station, Wednesday would have been so frightened of Tyler that she would never go anywhere with him willingly - and she'd resist fiercely.

Now imagine the police station scene never happened.

Wednesday simply left; he didn't tell her anything. She'd feel defeated but wouldn't have been so scared. She would still believe Laurel was Kinbott, who was already dead, and Tyler was the only remaining enemy. Most likely, she'd continue pursuing him, seeking the truth, thus giving him a perfect opportunity to lead her right into Laurel’s hands.

In conclusion, I agree that one purpose of Tyler’s police station monologue was indeed to demonstrate his superiority to Wednesday, to hurt her deeply. But the primary goal was different - to warn her. And when Tyler utters the key line of the monologue, he's nearly crying. Clearly, he’s not thrilled about what's coming and about what's happening to him.

Previously, I believed it was the Hyde speaking at the police station, and that Tyler had lost control of himself after the torture - but now, I'm not so sure.

Tyler really is a good liar, actor, and manipulator - but in this scene, he's manipulating against his own interests. He confesses everything when it isn't necessary, genuinely frightens Wednesday, and permanently pushes her away, although from Laurel’s perspective, his goal should've been precisely the opposite.

Yet we remember he's angry with Wednesday, that she hurt him deeply by betraying his hope. Despite that, he's trying to protect her by pushing her away forever.

Many people say he was acting everywhere except in this scene - but I think the opposite: in this scene he was acting. Acting so convincingly that he broke not only Wednesday’s heart but the viewer’s as well. But I'm convinced it hurt him just as much as it hurt her.

In conclusion - I don’t exclude the possibility that everything I've written above is just my chronic hidden meaning search syndrome. And maybe it really was just a "Prince Hans move" by the writers to shock the viewers. However, I still believe that Tyler’s character is much more complex than merely a villain who enjoys killing.

[interclover]

Honestly I... didn't like... tpot 18... I'll be talking about it so spoilers for it below the cut

The challenge SUCKED like I think it could've been handled wayyyy better. It was so confusing. In the end, I didn't know if the memories were overwritten, hence why they couldn't find Lolli's card, or if they couldn't be altered whatsoever and four did that just to fuck around with them. I still liked four in this ep, tho. Always happy to see my fave algebralien >:3

Big part of the reason why I just don't vibe with this ep is because my expectations were through the roof. First, I'd thought leafy and firey would make AT LEAST a small cameo (which didn't happen. Even though I'm not a fan of them, I was hoping to see if their storyline progressed). Then, I hoped the match-ruby-bubble situation would be handled and resolved WAY BETTER??? like. While I want to believe that's not the last we'll see of it, cuz match was uncomfortable going up to bubble, I doubt they'll give them full closure 😭 it's a shame bc freesmart has a really interesting and deep storyline with manymanymany loose ends... which give jnj room to do many interesting things. Sigh.

And lastly. This is more of a pet peeve rather than anything else but BRUH I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE GELATIN AND BALLOONY AND THEY BARELY GOT ANY SCREENTIME is this what I must pay for their cameos in bfdia.

For me, the most enjoyable thing about the ep was Taco, I kinda miss her ngl... friend pointed out her similarities to lobby so I've been meaning to revisit her. Girlboss 💪

Overall, mid episode, but it was nice to see the bfb guys after so long. I'd be funny if this is meant to be divisive and. Trashy. like post-split ON PURPOSE. Alsoalso I wanna see loser and winner's reunion :3 that'd be interesting!!!

I might do more of these in the future, I really enjoy dumping my thoughts. My apolocheese if this is messy, I'd rather have it out into the world than circling in my head waiting to be let out HAJSJDJD