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dem0batz · 6 months ago

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Rotten Right to the Core

Caleb x MC!Reader // Love and Deepspace

Author's Note: No thoughts, only Caleb's toxic ass behavior. This was shorter than I planned but sometimes the words lead you and not the other way around. Hope y'all still enjoy 😘 Summary: Caleb wants to feel you without any barriers. 🔞Content Warnings: Dead Dove, afab!MC, she/her MC, taboo (pseudo-cest), PIV, rough sex, edging, biting, protected sex until it’s not, dubcon (sexual coercion), possessive Caleb, spanking, Girlboss/Gaslight/Breeding Kink, hair pulling, putting it back in Word Count: ~1500 | Read on AO3 | Chapter List

Incoherent words fall from your mouth, muffled by the scratchy material of your grandmother’s couch while Caleb ruts into you from behind. Ever the one to take advantage of your time home alone together, your brother had you pinned to the cushion the moment you got home from a full day of classes at the Hunter’s Academy. You barely had time to for your bag to drop to the floor before his tongue was down your throat and he had you folded in half over the armrest. He’s been different since leaving for the Skyhaven base to train as a pilot. Caleb has always been the overprotective, obsessive type but now that you were no longer living under the same roof it was like he was trying to tattoo himself inside you whenever he was granted leave to visit home.

“This is just the welcome home I needed,” he groans.

His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling you back on his length with obscene wet slaps echoing off of the walls. Your body was already sore from the way he tossed you around like a rag doll, placing you in various positions and seeming unable to get enough. Heavy, firm balls slap against your puffy abused clit, teasing at an orgasm he had denied you over and over again until you felt on the verge of madness.

“Caleb, please!” you whine, voice pitched high and eyes full of tears.

A deep chuckle vibrates against your back as he pins you further with his chest.

It was borderline cruel the way he made you beg for release. You never understood why he insisted on drawing it out and tormenting the both of you, especially considering that more times than not you were on a time crunch to finish before Gran could catch the two of you. It was like he wanted to get caught, always pushing the limit further and further, seeing how close you could get to the sun without incinerating.

“You know just what I like to hear.” His warm breath is like silk against your eardrum. “I want something else from you, though.”

You don’t hesitate to answer, unable to bear the thought of waiting any longer.

“Anything.”

Caleb’s hand grips your jaw, pulling your gaze back to meet his until your neck aches from the strain. Danger flashes in his amethyst eyes.

“You have no sense of self-preservation, dear sister. You don’t even know what you’re asking for. But it’s too late to take it back.”

He bites your ear painfully as he continues to pump into you, teeth clamping hard while his tongue flicks at jewelry in your lobe. You cry out in a heady combination of pain and please, tightening around his erection.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he moans your name. His heavy cock falls out, leaving you dripping and clenching around nothing as a pitiful plea escapes your lips. “Stop being a whiny brat. You’ll get what you want. Take the condom off.”

That snaps you out of your tormented, blissed out haze, shocking you to your core.

“What do you mean, take it off—”

As you push up on one arm to turn around and face him, you collapse onto your chest once more as Caleb pushes you down and pins your arm behind your back. His hand encircles yours in deceptive softness as he guides your fingers to the tip of his hard cock to pinch the latex.

“What I mean… is take it off, pip,” he repeats.

“B-but we don’t… not without…” you grapple for understanding as responsibility pushes through your lust-filled brain.

“Yeah, well I wanna feel you. All of you. Without anything between us.”

You hesitate, knowing it would be an incredibly irresponsible thing to do. You just got into the academy and were top of your class. Before long you would be assigned to a squad at the Association, something you’ve dreamed of doing since you saw Hunters fighting off Wanderers on the broadcast as a little girl.

Caleb must sense your hesitation. Soft lips press to your cheek, a trail of soothing kisses pecking lovingly against the skin. The hand not currently wrapped around your own dips between your thighs as he starts to swirl your swollen clit. Still sensitive from the constant edging, your mind swims as your forehead falls to the cushion to stop the room from spinning. His touch is light, gentle even as your brother’s calming voice soothes you like a balm.

“I know this is new for us and you’re nervous, but it hurts that you don’t trust me to take care of you.”

“It’s not—”

“You have the implant—”

“How do you know tha—” you ask, but he cuts you off again.

“And I’ll pull out. I promise.” A soft sigh falls from his lips as he starts to pump against your hand that was still gripping him. “Just need to feel you.”

You never knew how to tell him no when he gets like this, all soft and sweet even if it never lasted.

“I-I—you promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“…okay,” you give in, body going pliant in his hold.

Pinching the latex, you start to tug. Caleb pulls back to give you space to work the condom down his length with a snap!

“There’s my sweet girl,” he praises.

Releasing your arm, he grabs himself to swipe the sticky bare head through your soaked folds with a hiss. Up and down over and over again as it keeps bumping your clit in a maddening tease. Just when you think he’s never going to put you out of your misery, he slides in with a single deep, hard thrust that takes the air from your lungs.

“Caleb!” you cry out just as he lets out a loud quivering groan.

Hand pressing against his abdomen you attempt to make him ease up. But just like before when you tried to stop him, he traps your arm against your lower back while his long cock bruises your cervix. His hips regain the brutal pace it had before the condom came off, the skin-to-skin contact making his glide through your walls much easier. Despite your pleas for him to slow down, you gush around the intrusion.

“I know you like it soft and sweet, pip-squeak, but you also like when I just take what’s mine. Don’t you?”

His hand cracks across your ass, leaving behind a sting that has you grinding your teeth. Head shaking in denial, Caleb lands another smack across the sensitive flesh followed by another and another.

“Don’t lie to me. I can feel your cunt squeezing the life out of me every time I do.”

“No—”

Crack!

“Want to try that again?”

“Caleb!”

Crack!

“Just tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

Like a carrot dangling in front of a horse, you give, desperate for the release. Your muffled response gets lost in the cushion. Fingers thread through the base of your neck, pulling at your roots until your face is unobstructed.

“Say it again,” he demands, panting harshly into your ear.

He was just about as far gone as you at this point.

“I like it,” you mewl, not having the strength to deny it any longer.

Your body was starting to grow heavy and you didn’t have much left to give.

“Like what? Use your big girl words.”

You loved hated when he did this. He was a total sadist sometimes. Face heating to an unbearable degree, you rush out a response.

“I like it when you take what’s yours.”

“You love it when I take what’s mine,” he corrects.

“I love it when you take what’s yours,” you repeat between high pitched moans.

You would give him anything he wanted right now if he would just give you what you needed. Your dignity was long gone, that ship having sailed years ago when it came to him.

“Now tell me you want my cum.”

“Caleb,” you hyperventilate, on the verge of tears again at his constant teasing.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweet girl. Almost there, I promise. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cum.”

“Whose cum?”

“My brother’s…” you murmur, knowing exactly what the pervert wants to hear.

Caleb always did want what he wasn’t supposed to have, you above all.

“Yeah? You want your big brother’s cum? Well, who am I to deny a pretty girl her request.”

Fingers pinch your clit, the mere touch enough at this point to make you go blind with pleasure. Your abdomen tightens and your ears ring almost painfully as you’re overcome with your release. You barely even notice when Caleb pulls out with a growl and wetness coats both holes between your legs. The moment seems to go on forever until he finally releases you, allowing you to collapse face-first into the couch with your heart pounding against your ribcage.

Grabbing his still stiff cock, Caleb swipes it through the mess he made of your ass and pussy, gathering the sticky release together on the tip.

So out of it, you don’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late.

Caleb slides back into your abused, tender hole with slow intentional deep strokes.

“Caleb!” you scold, so depleted of energy that your protest comes out as a pathetic mumble.

“I kept my promise, babygirl. I pulled out. Do you think Gran would be mad if we made her a grandma again?”

“You’re a jerk,” your swat lands against his naked hip with a smack as he laughs at your expense.

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amywritesthings · 5 months ago

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your only, hopefully.

pairing: caleb x f!reader (love and deepspace) word count: 4.3k summary: You get stood up on your very first Valentine's Day date. Caleb, as always, manages to save the day.

rated mature // pre-main story, valentine's day fluff, psuedo-incest, use of 'gege' (big brother), unresolved romantic tension, a sprinkle of angst, a ton of yearning, first kiss, foot massage, virgin!caleb credit: dividers by @/saradika-graphics

( READ ON AO3. )

[INCOMING MESSAGE] : Sry, can’t make it tonight :(

You’ve read the text message at least a dozen times.

The thirteenth still has yet to register in your mind, though the belated anger, the confusion — the shame — creeps in like a cold sweat on the back of your neck.

Everything was almost perfect. You’d just set your makeup with a misting spray. One foot remains in a nude-colored high heel while the other foot remains on the fuzzy rectangular rug below, slanting you at an uncomfortable angle.

What once fit you perfectly now feels too tight.

Gran said buying a Valentine’s Day dress was special, that it could carry a lot of sweet memories, yet you find yourself disgusted by the crimson red hugging your body.

(Should you have known? Did you miss a sign between the lines?)

There is a knock on your door, but your brain doesn’t register the gentle wraps.

Jazzy saxophone and gentle drums, your romantic pre-game ambience, now croons morosely on your laptop; songs about love and finding the one and all that��

All that bullshit.

Hours.

You spent hours getting ready for a romantic evening that wasn't even happening now.

Your nostrils flare with the settling irritation in your belly when you grit your teeth, the feeling so overwhelming that you act without thinking:

Shrieking silently behind your pressed red lips, the sound muffled, you kick to launch your unsecured heel towards the door—

“Whoa!”

As if by divine fate (or misfortune) you watch in budding horror as Caleb darts out of the way of the offending shoe, crouching to the floor with his hands over his head.

Gege — formerly the most popular boy at school, now the golden wonder boy of the skies. Every person who has ever met him has wanted to know him, let alone date him, and you cannot blame them.

He's effortlessly kind, funny in his own right, and the type of classically handsome people think about when they dream up a hot-shot pilot with a bright future ahead of him.

He’s supposed to be out by wining and dining all of the amazing girls he’s met while away from home, yet he’s somehow standing — no, crumpled — at your bedroom door in a casual muscle tank-top and gray sweatpants.

“Caleb!” you exhale in shock.

(The text is forgotten, if only for one precious second.)

Remaining crouched, he continues to keep his eyes closed.

“Could’ve warned me with a think fast, pipsqueak.”

“I’m — shit, I’m so sorry,” you rasp as you rush over to him. “I didn’t think you’d be home.”

With that cocky smirk tugging at his lips, Caleb reveals a playful violet eye before freezing.

The other eye opens slowly, the confidence all but wiped off of his face when he stares at you.

The facade erases as fast as a passing cloud.

“...whoa.”

Stopping in your tracks, your brows knit. “What?”

“Where’d you get that?” he asks after a beat, voice a little tighter than before.

His gaze flicks down, then up to the crown of your head, then only a fraction lower as if willing himself to keep his eyes focused on your face and your face alone.

“I don’t remember that being in your closet.”

“That’s because I bought it earlier this week,” you state, matter of fact. You look down at the sparkling red dress with disdain. “Not that it matters now.”

Finally standing at full height, you watch Caleb’s throat bob before he steps into the threshold of your bedroom.

“Uh… why? Your friends cancelling for a night in? Makes sense. Saves money.”

Giving him a knowing glare, you cross your arms over your chest and sigh away the creeping embarrassment. “Not quite.”

“Cancelling in general?” he tries again, mirroring his arms over his broad chest. The motion accentuates his naked biceps.

(Huh. They look bigger since he last visited.)

“Worse,” you conclude.

“Worse?”

“I got stood up by a guy in my hunter class, so that’ll be awesome to kick off Monday with.”

Before he can hide it, you see it: his jaw clenches, tight, and a dark shadow passes over his expression.

The playful boy you’ve grown up with disappears in a flash.

“Who’s the asshole?” he asks flatly. “Does he live nearby?”

“Caleb.”

“Was he going to come pick you up?”

“Caleb.”

“I have privileges now, pipsqueak. You point me in the right direction and I’ll—”

“Gege! Enough."

The old name of endearment you’ve retired when he turned eighteen, buried with the rest of your bizarre family memorabilia — one that’s only stayed in your mind and never exited your mouth ever since — slips.

Caleb’s eyes flash with discontent until you reach for his face, sandwiching his cheeks between your palms.

In an instant the heat is snuffed out, and he relaxes without any further debate.

You know how he gets.

Not quite jealousy, not entirely overprotection.

I’d fly to the sun and back for you, pipsqueak, you know that.

(You do. You know he would.)

Caleb will blindly step out of this home to go find whatever man scorned you on Valentine’s Day and take whatever repercussions arrive, no questions asked.

His affection for you has always run deeper than the familial title Gran suggested when you were both so very small.

Caleb, you protect your mei mei by any means necessary.

He took that vow seriously, even now when you’re both adults.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him — and yourself. “It’s stupid anyway. Valentine’s Day is barely a holiday.”

Brows furrowed, Caleb raises his hand to meet you, eclipsing your own. His skin is always so warm, soft despite the callouses from his vigorous workouts.

The softness of this gesture melts away the rest of your rage into an evaporating puddle at your feet.

“It’s not stupid,” he states. “You were excited about going out, and some punk took for granted the best girl in Linkon City.”

His eyes widen briefly before his fingers curl over yours.

“Nope. Uh-uh. The night has barely begun.”

When he tugs you towards your bedroom door, your first step stumbles. “Wait, what?”

“We’re going out.”

Are you hearing things?

“We — huh?”

“Go wait for me in the living room, alright?” he states, briefly kissing the back of your hand before letting go. “I’m sure Gran kept some of my presentable stuff hung up in my closet. Shouldn’t take me that long to get ready. A buddy of mine’s brother owns a restaurant in the shopping district.”

“But Caleb—”

“Ah-ah, nope.”

His lips pop the ‘p’ purposefully.

Caleb turns in a semi-circle to you, his boyish black hair skating over his eyes as the cockiness returns in a grin.

“Actually — might wanna grab your that shoe you tried attacking me with and its twin, then go wait for me in the living room. Can’t have you runnin’ barefoot on the sidewalk. You catch colds too easily.”

In true Caleb fashion, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

But you have better things to do than placate me!

(It isn’t placating if I want to do it, pipsqueak.)

But you probably have to return super early in the morning!

(Don’t care. I’ve pulled all-nighters worse than this.)

Caleb, you really don’t have to—

(Don’t finish that sentence.)

So you don’t.

Words cease to exist the minute you see Caleb walk out of his bedroom wearing his original Deepspace Aviation Administration dress uniform. You’ve only seen it once before at his graduation, all buttoned up in properly pressed olives and golds.

He walks towards you with that signature smirk of his, the one that makes just about everyone in Linkon City — and now Skyhaven — swoon no matter where he goes.

He looks beautiful.

(He should be out spending this holiday with a proper girlfriend, not you.)

It’s the mantra on your mind the entire way to the restaurant.

The way he holds the door open for you.

The way he pulls your chair out and makes sure you’re properly situated at a candlelit table.

The way he reaches across the table to squeeze your hand as if to reassure you—

Or himself—

That it’s not weird.

It isn’t, right?

Being here with the person who knows you best after all these years when you were meant to be sitting across from a damn near stranger; it isn’t like anyone in this restaurant knows your unusual upbringing, what you mean to one another.

So you squeeze back, and you see it: the tension in Caleb’s shoulders fades away.

For what it’s worth, his friend’s restaurant is far better than whatever you were going to have with your ghost.

The two of you share a bottle of wine and have the longest conversations you’ve held since he left for the academy.

Like the old days.

The ones where you’d spend countless hours in the summer heat enjoying the fireflies.

The night skies littered with stars and swallowed by light pollution — that never stopped Caleb from telling you all about the planes passing over your heads.

Infectious; the sheer excitement to think of a new tomorrow waiting at the end of today.

And like two kids who didn’t know any better, you fell victim to speaking like the other would be an important part of that very tomorrow.

Video calls nightly, reduced to phone calls.

Phone calls weekly, reduced to texts.

Texts to… well, surprises like this.

Now, in the present, he’s still important. He’s still your gege, even if that title is a square piece trying to fit in a circular hole.

No person will ever fill the Caleb-sized hole left in his absence as he reaches for the stars he so desperately wished to seek.

(And the wine’s beginning to taste like he needs to know that.)

“C’mon. Hop up.”

You’re several blocks from the restaurant walking in silence when Caleb is the first to break through the silence.

Ordering any and all desserts off the menu that your heart desires, demanding the check to pay completely on his own dime — he’s spoiled you and then some tonight.

I’ll take care of you, remember? That was my promise.

Except this is Valentine’s Day.

(Don’t you understand the importance of Valentine’s Day, gege?)

The question lingers on your tongue with venomous self hatred. Caleb has always been quick to act as your savior, putting your needs above all else, but this was the one night where you wanted something special.

You can’t be special to the man walking beside you, not in the way the holiday suggests.

Too many problems.

Too many implications.

(We’re not joined by blood, only wine.)

That very wine turns sour the longer your heels irritate your feet in this slow, silent trek back to Gran’s house.

It’s when his melodic voice snaps you out of your mental spiral, causing your eyes to meet a softening violet gaze.

Winking, he assumes position: the taller man playfully squats with his hands low and at the ready to catch you mid-flight.

“What?” you finally blurt, trying to catch up to where this came from.

“C’mon, you’ve been wobbling on those heels for two blocks,” Caleb states, nodding once and nearly knocking his aviation cap. “Get on up here.”

“You want to carry me?”

“Does it look like I’m proposing anything else?” he retorts. “Don’t get big and brave. Big and brave means we’ll be dealing with blisters.”

When you hesitate a second more, his voice drops to a gentler tone.

“You’re overthinking, pipsqueak. I don’t want you hurting your feet. You got a city to keep safe in the morning, remember?”

Damn it.

He’s not wrong.

Relentling as you sling your small purse over your shoulder, you assume position with your arms wrapped around his neck.

When you hop up, Caleb effortlessly catches you without so much as a grunt from the added weight.

“Thatta girl. See, was that so hard?”

“I don’t have my hunter’s license yet,” you answer instead, combating his earlier sentiment as you relax against his back. He’s always been strong, but you're surprised by the sheer muscle nestled against your chest. “I’m not saving any lives right now.”

“You never know,” he states as he easily maneuvers across the street to stay the course leading to Gran’s house. “You’re smart. Capable. Strong. Who’s to say you don’t graduate early?”

“Oh, har-har,” you grumble as you drop your cheek against his back. Even if you can’t see it, the low chuckle he emits helps you envision a growing grin. “I won’t be graduating tomorrow. Early, maybe, but definitely not tomorrow.”

“How’s it going, by the way?”

“Mm?”

“Hunter school, duh.”

“Oh, you’re asking now?”

Caleb turns a corner, giving him a momentary pause. “You didn’t seem like you wanted to talk about it at dinner.”

No, you didn’t.

(It’s so irritating, being seen sometimes.)

“Besides getting ditched for a date?” you inquire. “Not bad.”

Biceps tense against your sides.

“You didn’t get ditched,” he corrects, airier than before. “You made better plans.”

“Technically you told me to grab my shoes, so I didn’t make anything,” you argue in return, the wine adding a boldness to your tongue. “I just followed your orders.”

With a tsk, tsk, tsk under his breath, the fingers around your thighs squeeze the bare flesh as a teasing warning to knock it off.

Caleb finally crosses the street to Gran’s front door, only setting you down to fish the front door key from his uniform pocket.

As soon as he has the door opened, however, he props it with his knee and loops an arm around your back.

Using the hand curled around your upper arm, he pushes you backwards and straight into his arms. He scoops just under your knees in a bridal style carry through the threshold of the house.

Your shriek twists into a bewildered cackle at the abruptness of his gentlemanly reprise, your arms scrambling to hold his neck for dear life.

He carefully maneuvers you both into your bedroom. “What?” he asks with amusement peppering his tone. “Something up?”

“Yes!” you laugh as he gingerly sets you down on your bed. “Or — I guess not anymore.”

Caleb grins as he drops to a knee, his slender fingers deftly working on the loops of your heels.

“Haven’t heard you laugh like that since high school.”

“No?”

“Nah,” he states, sliding the shoe off with caution — avoiding any possible blisters they may have caused while simultaneously searching your heel and toes for blemishes. When satisfied, he starts on the second heel. “It’s nice.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m being serious, pipsqueak,” he replies, brows knit together with another huff of amusement. “I was afraid hunter school would’ve wiped off your sense of humor or something. The pros in the field always seem so… serious.”

His fingers absently rub along the arch of your foot, pressing into the tender muscle with the pads of his thumbs.

Your eyelids flutter from the sheer pleasure of such a simple movement.

Just as you’d hoped that maybe he’d continue tending to the weary soles of your feet, Caleb freezes.

His hands remain where they are, but his eyes drop to your lap to avoid yours.

Something feels… off.

Like there’s something on the tip of his tongue — something maybe lingering on yours as well — but the silence engulfs the telepathic conversation warring in your minds.

So you break it, skirting past the tension.

“This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” you admit under your breath, earnest and appreciative.

Caleb’s chin lifts without hesitation this time, his violet eyes wider.

The muscles in his cheeks twitch, suppressing a smile before it can fully surface, before speaking just as softly.

“Your only — hopefully.”

“Not my only, no.”

When his face falls, you cheekily follow up with a growing smile of your own.

“Technically you used to always be my Valentine, back in the day, so I've had Valentine's Days to remember before. Don’t think I forgot the baskets you used to make up for me so easily.”

It takes a second, but life eventually returns to his face in screaming color.

If the room wasn’t so dark, you’d swear the man kneeling before you was blushing.

“Damn, you remember those crappy things?”

“Do you seriously think I’d forget my after school Valentine’s Day baskets, Caleb? Really?”

“It’s been a while,” he argues, letting go of your foot to rest both palms on the ruffled sheets on either side of your hips. “We were just kids.”

“Yeah, but it meant something.”

Just like tonight.

Caleb has always gone above and beyond for your comfort.

(Your praise.)

Always putting your needs before his; always sorting out solutions that benefit you the most; always coming in last for eating, for sleeping, for taking showers, for…

Everything.

Even tonight, so long as it means it makes you happy.

Yet even if the wine loosens your secrets, you don’t expect him to confess why he spent so much of his waking hours catering to you and you alone.

(Square space, meet circular abyss.)

His eyes crinkle as he smiles up at you, admiring what sits in front of him.

The look makes your stomach somersault, heart yearning to reach for him — to touch the warmth of his skin and bask in an endless summer —

“You look deep in thought, pipsqueak.”

Caleb’s voice takes you from the dreamlike fantasy, short-circuiting the directive to never speak about what’s right in front you.

“You said this was a date, right?”

The question falls out of your mouth faster than intended.

Still all smiles, you note the furrow in Caleb’s brow.

“Sure, why?”

“And it was good?”

“I mean, I thought so,” he states. “We didn’t even come home with leftovers, so I can’t imagine you’re gonna tell me that you hated the restaur—”

“Don’t good dates usually end with a kiss?”

Every ounce of heat in this room vanishes in a flash.

The playful smile remains, but the intent shifts from earnest to disingenuous in a flinch.

A mask; micro-movements in the muscles of his face show a new story about the night, one not as innocent as his knight in shining armor may have originally displayed.

You can only hope you aren’t reading between the wrong lines.

When your question isn’t met with an answer, rejection squeezes your stomach mercilessly.

You didn’t read between the lines, no — you crossed them, possibly to a degree you may never recover from.

“It’s fine,” you blurt immediately, waving your hands wildly in front of your chest.

Caleb’s face falls in worried despair, and you find that this new onslaught of adrenaline is making you nauseous.

“Wait—”

“Forget I said that. Whoops, the wine—”

“Hey, no, don’t hide from me.”

Before you can press your palm to your forehead, those same warm hands curl around your fingers to tug it down.

“C’mon.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid—

In an attempt to create some distance, you push yourself back onto your bed and swing your bare feet out of Caleb’s orbit, side-stepping him completely.

Standing to take to a pace, you don’t have the willpower to ask him to leave.

“It’s fine, seriously. Thank you for the nice night,” you keep going, trying to talk yourself out of the panic you feel eroding your belly.

Crying would just make this worse.

“Pipsqueak, don’t.”

“You said you had an early morning, right?”

Finally turning to face him, his image is watery at best.

You blink as fast as you can to eliminate the tears brewing in your eyes, but they seem to be working faster.

Caleb’s eyes grow impossibly wide at the sight of your struggles, as though your confliction hurts his very goddamn soul.

His long legs take one stride, another, a final until his large hands imprison your face to stare right into his.

You realize too late that he’s leaning in.

Dipping down.

—and a pause.

What was once covered in ice is thawed, and soon the warmth — the heat — of the most important man of your life returns.

Those violet eyes stare down at your nose, dipping lower, cursed to stall.

You don’t move.

Couldn’t, not when your lungs have seized with confusion; anticipation.

“Tell me not to.”

His voice doesn’t sound the same — once cocky and confident, walking through life with everyone adoring his Midas touch, now withers and dies as a broken plea.

His breath mixes with yours.

You can still smell the red wine on his tongue.

“...Caleb?”

The pinkish flecks of his eyes flicker when he raises his attention.

In the dim light of the window, he looks boyish here.

Scared.

“Tell me not to,” he weakly repeats. “Just tell me not to and I won’t.”

Oh.

Now you’re the one at a loss for words.

“If you didn’t mean to ask,” he clarifies, tone trembling, “if you want to rewind to five minutes ago, then I’ll go to my room. I’ll leave in the morning, but if you —”

Stopping himself, the man looks physically pained when his eyes close, inhaling slowly as if to settle his budding nerves.

The tension in his jaw bubbles, clenches, until he exhales through his nose as steadily as he can.

“But if you say yes, I won’t be—”

“Please?”

The word — the request, the plea — escapes faster than intended.

So does Caleb’s restraint.

Both hands holding your face drag you forward, your bare feet sliding along the floor, until you feel a gentle pressure on your lips.

Your hands grab the front of his uniform, balling the fabric between your fists as you decidedly press back.

His makes a noise of surprise against your mouth, melting into the reciprocation.

You notice as you both exhale, parting for only a moment before pressing lips against lips once more, that his hands are shaking.

Maybe you’re shaking, too.

Because it should feel wrong. Every time you’ve fantasized about being the girl he takes to a formal, the woman his eyes linger on for too long from across the bar, you’ve been struck with the immense shame in the back of your mind.

Wrong, like he was ever truly blood.

Wrong, like the fates laughed in the face of undeniable desire.

Wrong, like you would ever love anyone more than Caleb.

Nothing has ever felt more right.

All you can focus on is the way he smells, like woodsy cologne and red wine; the way he touches you so preciously, his thumb absently running along your cheekbone the longer you kiss in the middle of your bedroom; the way he sounds with every press and pull, gutted with pure arousal and want.

Your name, fluttering against his tongue, before it glides along your lower lip.

You don’t deny him.

He groans as if your refusal to stop could ruin him, but there is a sharp inhale before a chill passes against your glistening lips.

Caleb pulls away to find a purchase of air, violet eyes as dark as deepspace while regarding the haze of affection he’s met by your fluttering eyes.

“Hey.”

The greeting is shy.

Small.

Swallowing to coat your dry throat, you weakly reply. “Hey.”

“You good?” he murmurs, petting the crown of your head affectionately.

A dam has broken — for the next few minutes, you have Caleb at his most raw.

Gone is the guarded expression you’ve learned to live with, replaced with radiating affection.

Despite yourself, you nod.

“Should I ask where you learned to kiss like that?”

He huffs, shaking his head. “I didn’t.”

Wait.

Your expression smooths with recognition. “What do you mean—?”

A smile, euphoric and unabashed, breaks out.

“What, you think I’m busy kissing aliens or something when I’m out flying?”

Scorned by his playfulness, you bump your fist against his broad chest.

“Caleb.”

“What?” he teases. “You asked — but, ah… no. That was—”

His brow knits for a moment, a blush creeping up his neck to his ears.

“My best effort at my first. Why, couldn’t tell?”

You.

His first kiss happened with you.

Your lips tingle with the shock — the sheer satisfaction — of holding that title.

“Don’t go back to your room tonight,” you softly state instead, reaching for his hand to squeeze it. The blush on his face only intensifies, so you let out a tiny scoff. “To cuddle, genius. I’m not looking to check off all of the boxes in one night.”

Caleb makes a tsk sound with his tongue before tilting his head.

“Preserving my honor, I see.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

Even if you’ve gone past the point of no return—-

Even if you’re crossed the line—

Somehow he’s still Caleb, and you’re still you.

You thought that if one day you both took the impossible, forbidden leap of faith, that it would destroy the very foundation of what you’ve been since you were children.

Yet it feels like it was meant to always be this way — as if it’s as catastrophic as a rogue breeze on a summer night.

Taking his hand, you pull him back to your bed.

As you slide onto the mattress to get comfortable, Caleb shrugs out of his uniform jacket, leaving him in a white tee.

He crawls alongside you the way he used to during thunderstorms, scooping you close to his chest while his heavy arm settles around your waist.

Protective.

You settle against him just as you always have, eyes closed.

Only the feel of his heart racing against your back remains.

For a moment you both lay here, basking in what’s happened — what will never be the same — before his voice murmurs against your neck.

“If you ever wanted to check off all of the boxes—”

His nose nuzzles your skin, humming at its scent.

“—they’ve always been yours to take.”

author's note: caleb gripped me tight and raised me from season depression perdition and i owe him my life (dramatic but true). this is my first ever lads fic despite being a week one player so tysm for reading !! i hope to write more in the very near future. happy valentine's day, tumblr friends. xoxo amy

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You never expected to see him again. Not in this lifetime.

The last memory you had of Caleb was burned into your mind like a scar—flames licking the late afternoon sky, the acrid scent of smoke, the sound of the explosion that shattered your world. You had screamed his name until your throat bled.

He was gone. Nothing but a necklace.

So when the docking bay doors of the Farspace Fleet hissed open and the Colonel stepped onto the deck, tall and cloaked in shadows, the air in your lungs simply stopped.

He wore a black uniform pressed to perfection, with gold trimming that caught the sterile lighting. His coat billowed slightly behind him, heavy boots echoing against the metal floor. His cap obscured part of his face, but not his eyes.

Those violet eyes. Your world narrowed into that singular color—the same shade you used to see when he smiled and promised to come home.

“Don’t miss me too much, pipsqueak.”

He didn't speak at first. He only looked at you.

Your voice wavered. "Caleb...?"

He stopped, then removed his cap.

It was him. Though, his face had changed. Leaner, older. His smile was faint and unreadable, and his eyes seemed a little more flat, colder than you recalled. Darker. Everything was darker about him.

Nonetheless, it was still Caleb. In a way.

"You remembered me," he murmured. You took a step forward, then froze, unsure if you were dreaming. "You're…alive."

He gave a curt little nod, and then finally smiled. Just a little. "I'm back."

And that was all it took to break the dam.

You ran to him, crashing into his chest with a sob, clutching the front of his coat like you might vanish if you let go. He didn't return the embrace. Not right away. But after a long, lingering moment, his arms wrapped around you.

His grip was tight.

Too tight.

…

Three Months Later…

Your hands hovered over the interface, eyes flicking between data streams and transmissions from the outer quadrant. Working in Intel for the Farspace Fleet wasn’t what you’d imagined for yourself, but Caleb insisted. You had wanted to join Recon like you used to dream about together as kids—running missions, piloting ships—but the Colonel said it was too dangerous.

Around here, if the Colonel said something, then that was that. Better to put up and shut up, rather than face wrath.

You were lucky to be granted a post here at all, he said. With your record, you owed it to yourself to stay safe. And more than that, he owed it to Gran, to keep you that way.

So now you sat behind a desk, surrounded by rows of monitors, analysts, and support crew. It wasn’t glamorous, but it mattered. And, truthfully, you were just happy to be close to him again. Even if he was colder now. More distant.

Sometimes you wondered if it was really still the same guy you grew up with. The Caleb you knew always had such a warmth to him, a puppy dog innocence that you found endearing. Sure…he could be clingy. And a bit of a worrier. Too much of a worrier, when it came to you.

But he was just protective. It made sense, right? You two had known each other for so long…

You looked up as a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Need a second pair of eyes on this?" The question came from Milo, a quiet, observant man from your division. He was a bit tall and clumsy, nerdy in a stereotypical way, but not unattractive. In fact, from the rumors you’d heard, he had a couple of female fans in the office. Maybe more than a couple.

He smiled gently as he handed you a datapad. "Colonel’s patrol log from last week. There’s some anomaly in the movement pattern. Thought you might spot something I didn’t."

You smiled back, accepting it. "Thanks. I’ll take a look."

He nodded and returned to his desk, but not before giving you a soft, almost sheepish glance. It wasn’t the first time. And you were starting to notice. He lingered too long sometimes. He remembered every detail about how you liked your reports formatted. He made excuses to talk to you.

You weren’t so naïve to think it was a coincidence. You also weren’t sure how you felt about it. You were still trying to process everything with Caleb.

Colonel Caleb.

He had changed so much, and yet...when it was just the two of you, sometimes you caught glimpses of the boy you once knew. He'd cook for you on late nights, sliding a plate across the counter without meeting your eyes. He'd tease you lightly in the elevator or call you by the old nickname only he ever used. When it was just the two of you, it felt much more familiar.

But there were moments, too, when he would freeze, staring just a little too long. His mechanical right hand would flex beside his hip, a tension in his jaw you couldn’t decipher. You'd ask him if something was wrong, and he'd always smile that empty, too-calm smile.

"Everything’s fine," he would say. "As long as you're safe."

That evening, the lights in your quarters flickered as you entered. You barely had time to set your bag down when the console chimed.

"Incoming call from: COL. CALEB."

You accepted it, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Hey."

His image appeared on screen, still in uniform. He was alone in his office, the lights low.

"Busy day?" he asked. At first, he had that boyish look on your face, the one you remembered fondly. The one which made you feel a little more at ease. His violet eyes were soft and downturned like a cute little dog.

You smiled faintly, feeling comfortable. "Yeah. Some signal interference in the west quadrant. Milo and I were reviewing your logs. He caught something strange."

There was a pause. Just a breath. But it felt heavy.

"Milo," he repeated, his voice unreadable. "He’s been helping you a lot lately." You hesitated, sensing a shift. "He’s just a coworker." Another pause. Caleb’s jaw flexed. "Of course."

You opened your mouth to change the subject, but he spoke again. In an instant, a switch had flipped.

"I want to see you. Come to my office. Now." You blinked, bewildered. "Is…is something wrong?" He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Not at all silly. I just miss you."

…

The halls of the flagship were quiet at this hour, lit by the pale glow of emergency strips. You passed the occasional officer, but no one met your gaze. When you reached Caleb’s door, it slid open before you could knock.

He was waiting, standing beside his desk, arms folded.

"Sit," he said gently, gesturing to the couch. You obeyed, nerves prickling. The room felt too still. The warmth you thought you had sensed earlier seemed to have all but vanished.

"Do you trust me?" he suddenly asked, walking over. You looked up, surprised, all innocent eyes. "Of course I do, Caleb."

He sat beside you, close enough for your knees to touch. "Then don’t lie to me.”

Staring at him, you cowered back against the couch cushions. Lie to you?

“I saw the way he looked at you. How he’s been looking at you.” Your heart skipped. That confirmed it then, that’s what this was about.

"Milo? Caleb, he’s just—"

His hand reached for your face, interrupting you, gloved fingers tracing your cheek with surprising gentleness. Still, you flinched. "I know every part of you. I remember the way you used to cry when the thunder scared you. The way you always held my hand under the blankets. I know the scent of your skin when you’re nervous. I know when you’re lying."

You tried to speak, but he leaned closer, eyes locked on yours.

“You know you can trust me, right, [Y/N]? I just want you to be careful…”

Your breath caught. "Caleb—"

“-Because in this world, you can’t easily trust anyone, okay? You don’t know what people might really be like behind the masks they wear…”

While his words weren’t wrong, your brow furrowed. It was really hard for you to picture Milo that way, he seemed hapless. “Caleb, I don’t think–” you reached up to pull his hand away, but he shifted his thumb so it hooked against your jaw, and held a little tighter. Your fingers hovered, but didn’t touch him. You shuddered.

“...Promise me, [Y/N]. Promise me you’ll stay away from other guys like that. At least…” Caleb hesitated, before his expression steeled again, “At least not until we both know we can trust them. Yeah?”

His hand finally moved, and drifted down your torso softly, against your chest before he seemed to realize and he pulled it back sharply. He breathed, a shuddering, weary breath. “...You’re not like anyone else, [Y/N]. You’re special. That’s why I need your word, okay?”

He looked at you straight, waiting for your promise. Your throat felt tight, but you swallowed, and nodded. “...O…okay, Caleb. Okay…”

…

That night, alone in your quarters, you thought about Caleb. About Milo. About how the tension had been building ever since your reunion.

It had come to a head today, and you didn’t like it. You didn’t like the way he held you, stared you in the eyes with none of the softness you were once used to. You didn’t like the…implication…of what might happen if you didn’t do as he said.

You remembered the way Caleb used to act when you were kids—always showing up, always hovering when you talked to other boys. He never said anything outright, but you could feel it. The possessiveness. The suspicion. He made it a point to insert himself, anywhere and everywhere, to keep them away.

Nobody messed with him either. Not even the neighborhood bullies, who he’d done a sufficient job of ‘teaching a lesson’ after they’d tried to target you one time. He had been bigger. Stronger. Scarier.

And these days? Even more so.

Back then, you thought it was sweet. Like you had a guardian constantly looking out for you. A gravity-gifted guardian.

Now...it felt heavier.

…

The next day, you bumped into Milo outside the commissary. Literally.

"Oh, sorry—!" you began, but Milo caught your arm to steady you, and you froze up. You’d been about to skirt around him, hurry along, but- "You okay? You look pale."

God, he’s so nice. Why does he have to be so nice?

You forced a smile, shrugging his hand away despite feeling it was rude, "Yeah. Just—didn’t sleep much."

He hesitated, pulling his arm back like he feared he’d overstepped. In Caleb’s eyes, he would have. Yet he still tried to extend his kindness. "If you ever want to talk about it...you know…I’m around."

In front of you, you saw him collapse into a sheepish, red-faced reaction, shifting foot to foot. It stung a little to have to be so curt with him, but you needed this conversation to end, and sharp. Before he saw.

You nodded, gave a quick thanks, and abruptly took your leave. Milo lingered behind, bewildered.

You might have felt relieved. You didn’t realize Caleb had been watching.

…

That afternoon, the atmosphere in the Intel room shifted. You felt it before you saw him.

Silence fell like a curtain as Caleb entered, his presence a wall of cold authority. His boots struck the floor, weighty, deliberate.

He walked straight to your desk, past staring eyes and quiet workers, all of them too on edge to even dare speak. Heaven forbid they did.

When he reached the back of your chair, his tall, broad shadow fell deeply over you. It cloaked you in a chill, but you tried to remain calm and composed, looking ahead at the screen. You stared hard at the numbers and letters flickering in front of you. They were starting to clump together, meaninglessly.

"I need to see you in my office," he said, and the way he spoke was so neutral and detached, it was as if he wasn’t speaking to you at all. Just some stranger, someone of zero consequence.

Kind of shocked by his tone, you slowly looked around and up at him. You expected him to lean down maybe, drop the act and make his request softly.

He didn’t. He stared down at you, cold and hard, gaze narrowed.

You swallowed and stood, following him out without a word. Eyes followed you the whole way.

When the doors slid open to his private office, you stepped inside—and froze.

Milo was there. Restrained on his knees by invisible force, in a column of compressed gravity. His eyes were wide with fear, teeth grit to endure the pressure and the pain.

You stared for a moment, meeting his terrified eyes, before stumbling backwards, hands hovering before your mouth.

"C-Caleb—what the hell is this?!"

The Colonel removed his gloves, placing them calmly on his desk. "I warned you." "What are you talking about?!" "Milo," Caleb said with icy precision, "was never just a friendly coworker. He was planted here. Embedded in Intel to get close to you. Because of the Aether Core."

Immediately, Milo tried to cry out something, eyes bulging, head quivering, but all he could manage was a grunt of agony as the weight dragged him crushingly deeper towards the ground, compressing every organ.

You flinched. "That’s classified—" "Exactly. And he knew. He tried to earn your trust, waited for the perfect opportunity. Probably had some backdoor installed in our systems already."

You looked back at Milo. "That can’t be true."

"You don’t believe me? You would trust him over me?" "I—Caleb, please, let’s investigate—"

He tilted his head, blankly. “I did. I’ve already seen the evidence. It’s conclusive. So…"

Caleb raised one hand. The air around Milo twisted.

"NO! Caleb, STOP—" "You need to understand," Caleb said softly, eyes never leaving yours. "Anyone who tries to hurt you…will pay the price."

Gravity compressed with a sickening crack. Milo didn’t even have time to scream. You covered your mouth in horror, stumbling back. It didn’t matter how many Wanderer attacks you’d witnessed, you’d never seen anything this horrifying before.

And it was Caleb who was responsible. Caleb, of all people.

Caleb stepped forward, catching you by the shoulders before you could teeter off your feet. His hands were warm. Comforting. As he pulled you close you simply couldn’t fathom how these same hands had just done what they had done.

"Shhh," he whispered. "It’s over now. You’re safe. As long as you’re with me, you’ll always be safe. I can promise you that, pipsqueak.”

You stared at him, tears streaming down your face, jaw agape, pupils small with shock. How he could use your charming little nickname now, after that…was sickening. "...You killed him."

"He was going to hurt you. I protected you."

You wanted to scream. You wanted to run. But something froze you numbly to the spot, and Caleb only pulled you close, arms wrapping tightly around you, firm enough it was like a warning. His next words confirmed as much.

"You’re mine," he whispered. "No one else's. Just mine."

Something horrifying dawned on you then. It wouldn’t have mattered if Milo was innocent or not. It wouldn’t have mattered if Caleb made up that story to frame him or if it were the truth after all. Because he was another man, another person, who had dared to try and get close to you. And that was enough.

That was enough to turn him into a villain. A ruthless, cruel villain.

In his mind though, he must have been a hero. A hero who would keep you ‘safe’.

Even if it meant destroying the world around you. Even if it meant destroying anyone else in it.

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all the time in the world

caleb (love and deepspace)/reader | read it on ao3 break comes and goes, and you haven't spent a single night in caleb's bed… a shame. missing him, you head across the hallway to change that. wc: 3.9k tags: piv, smut, cuddling, soft sex @velvetlilith777 come get your dinner my queen

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spring break always feels like it ends as soon as it begins.

all of your things are already packed, the suitcase open only to fit your toothbrush and pyjamas in the morning when you say goodbye to grandma and caleb again before making your way to the dorms, ready to get busy with training and fighting practices. you lie in bed, regretting not spending more time with them, instead meeting up with some friends from another life, people you haven't kept in touch with for some reason, wasting your time on catching up when you could've been making new memories. and you missed them terribly, though gran manages to call you often to check up on you. caleb is busy, that's what you told yourself in between classes. he's got just as much, if not more, coursework and training on his plate, he can't hang around you like he did when you were little, can't follow in your every step just in case you need to be protected.

you missed him so fucking much, and, with a quiet creak of your bedroom door, you pad along the hallway to knock on his door. there's no answer save for a quiet snore from inside. you push open the door, facing complete darkness enhancing the gentle sounds of rain from the outside. caleb's room is always so dark, the shutters closed, the curtains pulled together. no moonlight illuminates him, but you know this path by heart. six steps and his shirt is there, crumpled on the floor. next to it, you don't even have to check, his jeans, so haphazardly dropped like he would perish if he spent another second in them instead of his bed. it's a familiar scene, comforting in the mess around you as the edge of the mattress meets your knees. you lean down to slowly, carefully, pat the space by the edge, mapping out what position he's sleeping in tonight before you can slide into his bed, as quietly as possible slotting yourself into the space beside him.

barely a few seconds later, just as a crack of thunder breaks the silence, his body moves, as if sensing your presence, and his arm slings over your side, his large palm presses against your stomach, pulling you closer until there's hardly any space left between his front and your back. comfortable… it's how you always managed to fall asleep after nightmares back in the day — tucked into his frame, held tightly, your mind unable to sense anything other than caleb.

and even now, when there hasn't been a nightmare that has kept you from slumbering, but a quick recap of all your activities this break week, all the outings you never said no to, all the nights spent outside and only seeing caleb in passing or as he returned home in the late hours when you were only leaving the house, you feel just as reassured. it was busy, kept your thoughts occupied and away from the impending practical training, away from the countless exercises you were yet to take, the many, many hours that would inevitably be spent in the linkon university gym with the other students.

closing your eyes again is easy, natural, letting the darkness envelop you as you melt into his embrace. despite how guilty you feel, being under the same roof as him, but barely seeing him, he has a way of making you feel safe and believe everything is going to be okay. groaning sleepily, he presses himself against you even more, slipping one knee between your legs, warming your body with his own.

"pipsqueak… your feet are cold." barely enunciated, his raspy words are like the most comfortable blanket descending onto your skin.

the corner of your lips tilts up slightly, despite knowing he must be tired, you're glad he's at least awake enough to notice you're back in his arms. his breath tickles the back of your head and you no longer focus on the wind and rain outside, only on the slight rustling of sheets under you and the low groan as he shifts his body.

"all warm now." you whisper, nestling yourself into the pillow under your cheek.

"something wrong?" he murmurs, barely opening his mouth to press those words, along with tiny kisses, to the back of your head.

you sigh so slowly. no, there's technically nothing wrong, just a pit in your stomach from thinking about how you've neglected him and how it's going to be a while until you can do this again, slot yourself into his embrace like a missing puzzle piece, get your stomach rubbed to soothe you, feel his breath on your body.

you shake your head, sighing slowly as he rubs circles on your belly, something he usually does when you're not feeling well, when you're suffering the curse of period cramps, or even when you're simply upset and need reassurance.

"just miss you, that's all," your voice is so quiet, nearly broken in the silence of the room.

"i'm right here, pips."

you scoot a little closer to him, erasing any possible molecule of space between you.

"not what i meant." you have a feeling he's doing this on purpose, making you say it instead of relying on him to just understand what you meant without having to explain. and he knows, he must have felt your absence deeply for the past week, as he always told you he did before. "i wish i didn't go out as much this week."

"did you have fun?" his voice is a little clearer, though still raspy, still quiet, still just a vibration on your body.

"yes, but—"

"then that's enough for me." he shifts, gliding his hand up your stomach and letting it rest between your breasts, feeling your heart beat a little faster. "you deserve to have fun without boring old caleb around."

you furrow your brows and huff a little, that's not like him. caleb is usually the one dragging you along in his plans because he wanted to spend time with you, caleb is the one who offers to drive you and your friends to places just to steal another few moments in your company, caleb is the one who never wasted a single moment with you… before you started training at the hunter academy. since then he's almost given you more space, more time, more freedom. almost like… he's waiting for you to choose him.

you did, most of the time.

but last time he didn't come home for the holidays, he stayed at the academy, crammed for exams, pushed so far ahead grandma joked he could graduate a year earlier.

last time you came home all giddy and excited only to get a call from him to say he wouldn't make it. last time… you spent the break moping in your room, needing to be dragged out of the house by some old friends and dragged along to the markets and parks and fairs and activities and quiet nights with them. they said then that you looked like you got dumped, and while it wasn't true… it sort of felt the same. worse, since when you had got dumped, you'd had caleb by your side and he'd chased all the tears away with his lips, he'd baked you sweet desserts and cooked delicious meals to keep you fed, he'd taken you to the arcade and other colourful places as often as he could have, spending every moment making sure you weren't sinking.

"how are you not mad? i ditched you, i— not on purpose, but i was so stupid and i wasted our time and—" your mouth is running with no filter, only stopping to bite down on the lip that starts quivering once caleb gently nuzzles into the back of your head, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck and shush you quietly.

"shhh, it's okay pipsqueak… we have time. we're gonna have plenty of time, all the time in the world." his hand rests firmly against your body, but his hips move slightly, rocking against you almost imperceptibly.

"you're—"

"not mad, no," he sighs, continuing his movements, rustling the sheets in the quiet dark of his bedroom. "i just missed you too."

you can tell. you can tell by the way he keeps rocking his hips into you, so slowly at first, but there's definitely a little hiccup in his movements here and there, he's getting harder and harder, getting to the point where it's going to be utterly impossible to hold back.

caleb's waking up a little more with every thrust of his hips, rubbing his cock against your ass while he gently presses kisses on the back of your head. reminiscent of how you'd cope with waking up from nightmares back in the day, only with a little less rutting into you, his tender touches and sweet words used to be the only thing that soothed you. until you became more comfortable with other kinds of affection and started placing your cold, shaky hands under his shirt, that is if he even wore one, and then lower, and lower until you reached the waistband of his boxers. you soon learned how to keep quiet with his hand over your mouth, careful not to make much noise, and he learned how to read your face for all the signs that he couldn't let you get out of your sweet lips he so desperately wanted to capture into a kiss and have you cry out into his mouth. soon, it was the roll of your eyes that let him know how to fuck you, how to bring you to orgasm after orgasm until you were so tired that you could fall into dreamless sleep even before he cleaned you up.

"i've really missed you." a lot. it's more breath than words, slipping from your parted lips, but he's so warm, so familiar, so comfortable.

the rubbing of his body against yours is all it takes for the first moan to leave you, emboldening him to reach down and slide his long fingers just barely under the waistband of your panties. the teasing bastard, he's rubbing circles everywhere but where you actually need him. even his breath is getting a little heavier, his head lifting just a little to start getting his eyes adjusted to the darkness in his bedroom, hoping to at least see a bit of your skin that his hand is gliding over.

"yeah, i can tell," he quips once his finger finally descends through your folds, by now so warm and wet, easing his gliding fingers to move smoothly. "could've come in here at any point, you know? i'd gladly take care of this." caleb's voice is rolling like dusk in your ear, words calm, tone just dark enough to keep you mellowed out on his bed. lips pressed against the shell of your ear so softly, he almost gasps when his middle fingers pauses against your warm cunt. teeth against your lip, you press down on it to stop yourself from moaning out again. it's been too long, too many nights wasted that you could've crawled into his bed and feel the depth of his affection while his necklace dangles in your face. and it's the last chance before drifting apart again for a few months, when the only refuge from the ever-growing frustrations is a phone call away, a permanent voice in your head, a light and breezy chuckle through the phone that talks you through how to glide your hand and touch yourself. you always wish he could touch you himself, it's so much better with his long fingers, so deft at pressing the right buttons in you.

and now… once again feeling his digit sink into your pussy, you curse yourself for staying busy, away from him, despite missing him like crazy. trying to give him space to… what? to not get tired of you? despite all the times he's told you it's not going to happen? you should turn off your damn brain, plug out the insecurity if only for a while, to let him soothe you in this way at least, but it's too late, he's catching onto you.

"pipsqueak…"

the name snaps you out of it for a brief moment, you take it as a sign to slightly lift your leg and let him adjust his hand, the heel of his palm now pressed against your clit while he so slowly drags his middle finger in and out of your pussy.

"i can practically hear the cogs in your brain turning… you're overthinking things again." he's always so annoyingly good at picking apart your every movement, expression, and word, always recognising when you're thinking stupid thoughts and stopping them before they spiral beyond control.

a soft sigh leaves you, partly because he's stroking your insides so gently, partly because he's damn right, you're being silly again, you can hear his voice in your head, rewinding from the countless times he's had to cup your face and lean down to be level with you, gently reassuring you and pressing a little tender kiss to the tip of your nose. he's doing it now, but in your head, holding you with his warm hands, smiling with that cheeky smile, ruffling your hair, all before pulling you into a bear hug that would crush you if he wasn't mindful enough. all in your head, but it works. it's paired with him right next to you, the mind-caleb making you listen to him, the body-caleb making you unable to focus on those ridiculous thoughts with the way his fingertip massages your sweetest spot.

"there we go," he quietly chuckles once that satisfied sigh purrs from your lips, "relax with me, pips, you're okay." it's toe-curlingly good when he adds another finger, the soft squelching sound of your sweet cunt sucking it in almost the only thing heard in the air in front of the curtain of the soft sounds of rain. he lifts his head a little more, resting his lips against your shoulder. the kisses burn through the oversized pyjama top that covers you, echoing in the darkness while his hips grind against your backside. he's getting harder by the second, each roll of his hips making him wish he could be buried inside you already, but he's slowly working you to relax your body and mind. he's patient, always making sure you're doing well when he's with you, one way or another.

"that's… yeah that's good." giving him feedback always feels unnecessary, the proof is all over his fingers, slick liquid coating the long digits while they pump in and out of you. his soft chuckle is in your ear, vibrating your body as he slowly takes his fingers out of you and brings them up to lick them off slowly, not stopping the rolls of his hips. rutting into your flesh, he makes incredibly quick work of sucking your arousal off his fingers and almost impatiently sliding his boxers off just enough to free himself.

a soft grunt into your ear. a nimble hand sliding those pesky panties aside. practised movements, showing how much he's learned since the very first time you let him touch you like this, guide his cock to your warm pussy.

slow, careful movement, his hips roll until they're flush with your ass again, and he's finally inside you once more. a feeling he'll never get used to, as he's said countless times before, your pussy loves me, she keeps hugging me back, pipsqueak. it always earns him a smack on the chest, but he loves the way your eyes roll every time. now, in the darkness, he can hardly see your eyes, but he knows they're fluttering with how he's sliding into you.

"just good, huh…" he murmurs, a moment before taking your earlobe in between his teeth and pulling gently. "got more work ahead of me i guess then."

he's nestled comfortably inside you, taking a few moments before he moves again, savouring the wetness that lets him do this so easily. caleb breathes out so slowly, right into your ear, and you know he's thinking it… how damn needy you must be that it hardly took any effort before he could do this. but he doesn't ask why you haven't come sooner, not when the little noises already start leaving your lips. you can almost feel the curl of his lips against your ear when you moan so softly, music in his ears, healing balm on his heart knowing that he's making his pipsqueak feel so good. he's warm inside of you, so much better than you could ever feel on your own, your fingers only ever reaching so far, even with his voice guiding you expertly through the phone because he knows how to play your body.

now his long, nimble fingers glide along your stomach once more, not stopping at your soft skin until they reach the flesh of your breast that fits so perfectly into his hand, it's like a sign from the sky itself that he's meant to hold you like this. a gentle squeeze, just enough to make your little moan stutter, and he's moving again. slowly, slowly pulling his hips away from your ass only to bring them back, slot himself inside you as much as he can with one languid motion. like the waves that lap at the shore, his movements persist, slow and constant, gentle and loving. like the clouds that kiss the mountaintops, he clings to you and holds on for his sanity. it's the easiest thing, closing your eyes shut in this moment, but still picturing his face so clearly behind your eyelids. his brown hair that sometimes tickles your nose if he leans down to kiss you, the purple eyes that see your very essence, that undress you without ever trying, that know you better than anyone else, including yourself. the mouth that riles you up and laughs and tells you all the sweet things that you deserve to hear. the mouth that's pressed against your ear now, slipping low grunts into it with every roll of his cock into your warm cunt.

it's like heaven that nobody can take away from you. the most comforting of places, the most comforting of people, touching you just right, giving you the gentlest pinch on your nipple. it's almost enough to forget yourself, almost enough to get a little too into it with a moan that should've been dampened by the pillow, but instead it crackles through the darkness, making caleb twitch behind you.

"hey… gotta keep it quiet now, pips," he breathes out into your cheek now, pressing a kiss there between his words, "can you keep it down for me?"

you wish you could promise, you really do, but it's been a while, and while you know how to keep it down one way or another, be it pressed into the pillow or biting your tongue, your lips simply won't cooperate. caleb sighs when you try, and fail, to keep your next noise at an acceptable volume, enough not to alert your grandma down the hall, so he reacts quickly. his hand leaves your soft breast and presses against your mouth. your face relaxes, no longer trying so damn hard to keep it in, since caleb always helps. now the loudest sound other than the rain and occasional thunder is his low grunt that follows every thrust into you, a little faster now that his forehead starts to sweat. he leans it against the back of your head again, resting his cheek on the soft pillow while his hand vibrates with the sounds of your whines.

so precious, he always says, feeling your toes curl against his shins, especially when he reaches your sweetest spot, the one that always has you tense up around him. it spurs him on a little more with each whimper that his fingers absorb, sending shivers along his entire arm until he feels them in his very heart. he speeds up once you wiggle those tensed up toes in an attempt to relieve some pressure building in your body, knowing you're getting close. caleb's hand presses against your mouth a little tighter, knowing you're going to get louder once he gets to the rhythm that usually gets you off. and, to nobody's surprise, you absolutely do.

his other hand slithers underneath your body to reach your clit and rub it in time with his now frantic thrusts. even in this state of impending bliss, tension so tight in your abdomen that you feel like you could burst any moment now, you know he'd rather let you cry out so the walls of his bedroom remember his name. you know, he's told you so many times in that signature teasing tone, that it's one of his favourite feelings, getting to hold you while you quiver like a leaf on water, so damn close to orgasm, so close to letting him experience the heaven that is your cunt squeezing him tightly as you slowly relax. just keeping that in mind, it's easy to imagine how tightly his brows must be furrowing behind you, forehead pressed against your hair, lips pressed tightly together as he whimpers out something that could only be your name, all muffled and desperate while his hips snap against you.

your eyes roll back as you whine the last attempt at his name behind the secure grip of his hand. shuddering, you tense up and feel your insides follow suit. caleb groans into the back of your head, never immune to the way you contract around him, never one to deny you as your warmth demands him to empty inside you. and he does. with stuttering movements, barely pulling away, barely holding on, he gives you his all.

warm, sticky, familiar. his movements slow down to the beginning pace, letting you ride out the high with a treat — his index finger now slipping between your lips to keep your tongue busy. you suck on it gently, tasting yourself and his skin, slowly coming back down, descending into the comfortable warm bed, once again increasingly aware of his firm body pressed against yours.

caleb is in no hurry to pull out. no, in fact, he's most comfortably when his cock is buried inside you. softening and feeling his release mixed with yours coating his entire shaft, it's almost enough to sway him back to sleep. he pops his finger out of your mouth and turns your head to the side to catch the corner of your lips in a brief kiss. short and sweet, like you, he often says. heavy breaths, raindrops, and sheets rustling echo in your ears.

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it's all good again, at least for now. falling asleep in his arms, once again wrapped tightly around your frame, pulling you closer into his body while he stays inside you. that's how you fall asleep most easily, never once waking in cold sweat thinking you're in danger. and now your eyes are heavy again, not with worry, but with blissful exhaustion. your muscles relax and press against caleb, your safety in a storm, the light in this darkness. you have time to make up for the lost opportunities, he said it himself. he'll come back home to you again, and again, and again. he'll be with you whenever you need him, he'll give you all the time in the world.

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rafayelgod · 3 months ago

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🔞 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE NSWF STORIES COLLECTION MENU🌚

Rafayel

• Our First Kiss https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778581863420870656/rafayel-our-first-kiss?source=share

• Chamber Pet (Mermaid Sex) https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778682181058002944/rafayel-your-dominant-mermaid-chamber-pet?source=share

• Rafayel (Dominance) https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778609155747479552/warning-18-21-adults-content-rafayel?source=share

• Candy Kissing Game https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778851070472503296/rafayel-candy-kissing-game?source=share

• God of The Sea https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778532816760815616/warning-21-adults-content-rafayel-god-of?source=share

• Kitty Card (BDSM) https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778649450441850880/warning-18-adults-content-submissive-bdsm?source=share

• Kiss Under The Rain https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778776184195563520/rafayel-kiss-under-rain?source=share

• Quick Sex Please, Miss Bodyguard I can't Hold it

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781409656639766528/just-a-quick-game-please-miss-bodyguard?source=share

• Secret Library

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781542152188592128/rafayel-secret-library?source=share

• Wisteria Date

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/782852034771681280/warning-adult-content-nsfw-not-for-kids-bdsm?source=share

Caleb

• First Kiss https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778622736164618240/warning-18-contents-caleb-first-kiss?source=share

• Love Confession https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778531563206049792/calebs-love-confession?source=share

• Kissing Before Granny Back https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778781758813536256/after-school-kissing-before-gran-back?source=share

• Obssession https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778586611491471360/warning-21-hard-adults-content-posessive-and?source=share

• On the Couch

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781337304939839488/caleb-x-you-on-the-couch?source=share

• Your Posessive Knight

Sylus

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781543499479810048/your-posessive-knight?source=share

• Run, Hide and Seek

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/782935532051333120/caleb-run-hide-and-seek?source=share

• Jealous, Angry Sex (BDSM) HOT!💋 https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778796429575602176/sylus-jealous-angry-sex?source=share

• Matting on Flowers https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778604555654119424/warning-adults-conten-21-matting-on?source=share

• Sylus (Dominance) https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778535125857271808/warning-21-content-adults-sylus-dominance?source=share

• Magnum Opus https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778583332378345472/warning-21-adults-content-sylus-magnum?source=share

• Your Butler

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781402724292067328/part-1?source=share

Zayne

• Our First Kiss at Library https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778537248145768448/zayne-our-first-kiss-at-library?source=share

• In His Doctor Room https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778716302658404352/zayne-in-doctor-room?source=share

• Zayne Teach you CPR https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778879530492411904/zayne-teach-you-cpr?source=share

Xavier

• First Kiss https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778821496948899840/warning-18-adults-content-nsfw-sexual?source=share

• Share Body Heat To Survive https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778538944044367873/xavier-share-body-heat-to-survive-with-your?source=share

Harem

• Sylus × MC × Rafayel https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/778549480724250624/warning-21-adult-content-rafayel-sylus?source=share

• Caught You Solo 💦

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781569385129213952/they-caught-you-playing-with-yourself?source=share

• Caught You Watching Porn

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781583577965019136/what-if-they-caught-you-watching-porn-in-their?source=share

• You are Their New Maid

https://www.tumblr.com/rafayelgod/781680006458933248/harem-story-you-are-their-new-maid?source=share

I WILL UPDATE EVERY WEEK OR DAYS ENJOY ©Melody

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huxhsz · 4 months ago

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— weightless paradise

transmigrated non-mc!reader x caleb

prev ch: 08 - fear┆series masterlist ┆next ch: 10 - playtime

This isn’t how the game was supposed to go. You're not supposed to be here. You're an anomaly. But if you’re already here, then… can’t you just enjoy it for now? Just for a little while? Before the main story begins? Before everything inevitably falls into place? ...Right?

— content warning/s:

n/a

cross-posted on ao3! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

CH. 09 — DISTANCE

It’s been a month since the catastrophe. Since the world shattered. Since you were torn from everything you knew and dropped here.

But at least you have a home now.

Gran’s house in Bloomshore District isn’t much—it’s old, creaky, and smells faintly of apples and motor oil—but it’s safe. It’s warm. It’s yours. The world outside is still in pieces, but in here, it almost feels whole.

You’re sitting on the porch steps, knees drawn to your chest. The sky above is a pale, washed-out blue. No fighter jets today. Just the quiet hum of the wind. Caleb and Eden are somewhere inside.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of your pants.

They’re getting closer.

You see it in the way Caleb looks at her—soft and careful, in a way you’ve seen before. You see it in how Eden’s smile brightens when he’s near, in how her trust in him is growing. The beginnings of something inevitable.

This is how it’s supposed to go.

You know the story.

In Love and Deepspace, Caleb was already in love with Eden at this point. Even if he didn’t know it yet. He was drawn to her strength, her determination. And Eden—she was drawn to his warmth, his steadiness.

It was fate.

And you—you were never part of the story.

You let out a shaky breath, pressing your forehead to your knees. You can’t stay.

You shouldn’t stay.

Eventually, they’ll stand on their own. Caleb and Eden. You’re just… a stray thread. A complication. You’ll only hold them back.

But the thought of leaving—

Your throat tightens.

A shadow falls over you.

“You look miserable.”

You glance up. Zayne stands at the foot of the steps, hands in the pockets of his jacket. His usual blank expression is in place, but there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“Just thinking,” you say.

Zayne hums, stepping up onto the porch. “Dangerous pastime.”

You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at your lips. Zayne sits beside you, not too close, but close enough that you can feel the quiet weight of his presence. The two of you aren’t the type to fill silence for the sake of it, and that’s why you get along.

After a moment, he speaks. “You think too much.”

You huff. “You think too little.”

His lips twitch. “Debatable.”

A comfortable silence settles between you. The wind rustles the trees. In the distance, you hear Caleb and Eden laughing inside the house.

Your heart twists.

Zayne tilts his head, watching you carefully. He’s perceptive—always has been. He sees more than he lets on.

“You think Caleb likes Eden,” he says, voice quiet.

Your fingers tighten in your lap. “…Isn’t it obvious?”

Zayne exhales through his nose, almost amused. “No.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

He doesn’t answer. Just shakes his head slightly, as if you’re missing something painfully obvious. It makes your chest feel tight.

Before you can press him further, the front door creaks open.

“Hey,” Caleb’s voice cuts through the quiet.

You both look up. He’s standing in the doorway, his gaze flicking between you and Zayne. His posture is relaxed, but his grip on the doorframe is just a little too tight.

“Dinner’s ready,” he says, tone even.

“Alright.” Zayne stands, stretching slightly before glancing down at you. “Coming?”

You nod and push yourself up, brushing off your pants.

Caleb steps aside as Zayne walks past him into the house. You follow, but as you pass, Caleb’s voice stops you.

“You two getting close?”

You blink, turning to him. “…What?”

“With Zayne,” Caleb says, a little too casually. “Didn’t know you two talked much.”

You frown. “We hang out often.”

“Doesn’t mean you were close,” he mutters, gaze flicking toward where Zayne disappeared into the house.

Something in his tone makes your stomach flip. But that doesn’t make sense. Caleb likes Eden. He’s supposed to like Eden.

“…He’s easy to talk to,” you say finally.

Caleb lets out a soft hum. He doesn’t look at you. His jaw is tight.

You should leave it alone. Whatever’s bothering him—it’s not your place to fix it. Caleb’s supposed to be with Eden. That’s how the story goes. That’s how it’s meant to go.

And you… you don’t belong in that part of his life.

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crxlrei-888 · 6 months ago

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LOVE AND DEEP SPACE HAREM

@crxlrei-888

art not mine

ᯓᡣ𐭩 lnds x reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 nsfw/18+

ᯓᡣ𐭩 violence

❛ i dont mind being shared.. ❜

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In the quiet evening of Linkon City, the air had the scent of blooming lilies, and the soft hum of distant crickets provided the only music. Inside Gran's quaint cottage, the gentle tick-tock of the grandfather clock echoed through the hallways, a rhythmic lullaby for the night.

Gran, with her silver hair and a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, dozed peacefully in her favorite rocking chair, the steady creak a testament to years of comfort it had brought her.

Caleb, tall and fit, his black hair styled in a way that made his purple eyes pop, had just returned from his long journey. Farspace had left him with a newfound sense of adventure, but also an unexpected craving for the familiar. He stepped into the house, his heart racing with excitement to see you - his childhood friend. He had thought about you often during his travels, and the anticipation of your reunion had fueled many a lonely night.

You on the other hand, had been busy preparing dinner. You had always been a good cook, and tonight you wanted to make something special.

"You sure you don't need any help there, (Y/N)?" Grandma Josephine asked peering at the oven, " I see you're going all out."

"It's been so long," You blushed, putting the stove on. Finally you put the last curry to be prepared and all that's left to do is tidying up, "I want to show him I prepared all this on my own."

"Ah I see..." Grandma pouted, " You don't want me to take any credit at all... as if I don't exist."

"Oh Gran!" You laughed, kissing her forehead, "Don't think like that."

"Mhm," Gran smiled, "I'll at least help you clean up. Is that fine?"

You nod with a blush.

"Good. I was going to help you anyway." Gran starts wiping the dishes, "Have you given Caleb a hint of what you wanted to tell him all these years?"

Your thoughts swirled around an oath you had made to yourself before Caleb had left for work at the Deepspace Aviation Administration — to confess your love to Caleb when he returned. But you had no idea how he'd react. Would he feel the same way? Would it be awkward? You hoped not. You missed him alot. Probably too much you could handle.

You've both grown up seeing each other's flaws and strengths. Nothing was unfamiliar to the two of you. You grew up together as two adopted kids for Gran, living under the same roof and all.

He worried about you alot. Wayyy too much. Even if you guys weren't dating or anything official- everyone else would think otherwise. Gran would even tease the two of you - she was like your number one shipper from the start. Caleb never left you alone and you'd always follow him.

But what if things changed now? What if he changed after working? It's possible maybe he found someone he likes at work?

Someone he didn't need to take care of?

Suddenly the door opened and a familiar voice snapped you out of your daze and your heart skipped a beat.

"Pipsqueak! Gran! Guess whose back!?"

You dump the soap filled dishes back in the sink and jolted out the kitchen startling Gran who laughed at your instictive reaction. Your legs didn't stop until you reached the open door where the purple eyes young man stood gripping unto several gift bags.You launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his torso which caused him to step back as you tackled yourself in a hug.

"Hey Hey hey! You'll break the gifts!" Caleb panicked, his fingers barely holding all the gift bag handles as he held his posture to stand. He smiles as you snuggle into his chest.

"Shut up." I mumbled into his shirt, "Are you saying the gifts are more important than me?"

"Of course not." Caleb laughed, wrapping his arms around you, gifts still in his hands, "But my ribcages are. You're squeezing the air outta me pipsqueak!"

"Hmph!" You shove him aside and fold your arms. By the time, Gran had already entered the room as she pinched his and your cheeks.

"You two never change will you?"

"Nope." You both say in unison but his eyes locks on your (E/C) eyes and you smile at each other for no odd reason.

The dinner was a delightful affair, filled with laughter and Caleb's experience at work. Gran listened with rapt attention, her eyes gleaming with pride as you listened attentively, inspecting each word that left his mouth - you know... in case he let a slip of word of a possible girl he likes back at work.

"Gideon forgot to get his girl some gifts" Caleb explained while chewing a piece of pork chops, "So we went shopping."

"Aw~" You smiled. The thought that Gideon's girlfriend getting spoilt was sweet. She was a nice girl. You only met her once.

Back at Caleb's and Gideon's graduation. She was really pretty and had an adorable and childlike personality. Caleb points to gifts on the couch, "Got a bunch of things for you and Gran, pipsqueak. You haven't even opened one yet."

"I'll open it after dinner."

"You open gifts when you receive it! Maybe you should've opened it when I arrived! There's a bunch of cool pretty stuff!"

"Sorry."

"Haha- But seriously, you better check it out before bed. I took a loooong time hand picking everything for you."

Gran smiled as she watched the two of you. Two of you stared at each other, longingness and comfort in each other's presence. Soon however you realised you were too focused on his lips moving that you weren't listening to a thing.

"Hey (Y/N) ? You good?" He blinked, waving his arm at your face.

"Yeah!" You say flustered and hastily look at the empty plates on the table, "I'll clean up!"

Gran's eyelids grew heavy, she excused herself to bed. Caleb offered to help clean up, his eyes never leaving you.

The moment the door to Gran's bedroom clicked shut, the air in the kitchen changed. The tension between you grew palpable, a silent symphony of desire. Caleb's gaze traveled down your body, taking in your figure and the way the soft light kissed your skin. He had always found you attractive, but tonight you looked absolutely irresistible.

Feeling his gaze sharply runs a tingling sensation up your back as you stood at the sink. You wore a tube top with your mini pajama pants that flared out just bellow your butt. You wore this plenty of times, however, something made you a little nervous about wearing it today.

"That pj... is looking quiet small pipsqueak?" Caleb raised his eyebrow, setting down the bowls, "You better get bigger sizes next time."

"Are you telling me my size is a problem?" You flushed pouting.

"You did gain a bit of weight...pfft" Caleb tried to hold in his laugh which pissed you off. Immediately you grab hold of the washer pipe of the kitchen sink and spray water in his direction. Swiftly he raised his hands causing the water to stay mid air. This annoyed you even more - he was using his gravitational evol!

"Nice try." Caleb smirks. You start chasing him around the kitchen counter while the splashes of water remained mid air.

"You're mean!" You hissed annoyed glaring at Caleb who grinned cheekily.

"How's it my fault you're gaining weight!?"

"I haven't gained weight!"

"Your Hunter uniform probably squeezed everything to perfect shape but that mini pj's ain't cutting pipsqueak. I can clearly see your panties."

"Liar."

"Your (F/C) is flashing for me." He teases, raising his brows amused.

You flushed a shade of red embarrassed. He wasn't lying. You consciously tug at your hem of your pj pants, it was still failing to cover your panties.

"Look at you all conscious now." Caleb teased, "I've seen your panties before. Matter of fact they used to be in the laundry - I remember drying them too."

"CALEB!"

"Hey shush!" Caleb meekly put a finger on his lips, "Grans sleeping."

"Hmph!" You folded your arms defiantly causing him to gush at your cute reaction.

Cheekily, he deactivated his power, causing the water that was in the air to fall on you. Your drenched (H/c) clasped onto your face, as you felt the icy water rush along your skin as you gasped for air at the sudden splash.

His laughter filled the kitchen, your own following soon after. His chest heaved as he calmed down and throws a towel on your head. Casually, like back in your childhood, his fingers massaged into your scalp. The towel tangling strands of your (H/C) hair and he pats your back.

"Let's go to the lounge. I'll dry it off like the good ol' days."

"I'm not a kid anymore." You whined but Caleb was already shoving you towards the lounge.

You huffed in defiance, sinking into the soft sofa and allowed him to continue as he stood behind the sofa.

"Not a kid anymore but you got an attitude like one. Why don' you open the gifts now"

You held your tongue from retorting anything and decided to open it anywhere.

As (Y/N) picked up each gift, your heart raced. What could they be? The anticipation grew with every box she uncovered.

First gift was a novel book - Kitten by S.

"Oooo," You raised an eyebrow, turning the pages, "Have you read the book?"

"Nope." Caleb chimed, "Apparently it's the latest romance novel in Linkon. Author remains anonymous yet owns the biggest library in Linkon. Heard no one's ever seen him."

As I flipped the pages, the breeze smelled faintly of distant lands. I lay it down and dig into the next gift. A stuffed animal that seemed to hold a secret life of its own.

"Awww this is a cutie!" You hold out a mini penguin over your head and Caleb laughs.

"Just like you! " Caleb cheers and puts the towel over his shoulder, "Check the last gift. You're gonna love it!"

Your hand reached out and grabbed a box.

Your cheeks burn embarassed. A sleek, black device, nestled in velvet, that could only be one thing. The room grew still, the only sound the crackle of the fire. You looked up at him, her eyes wide and unsure. Caleb's smile faltered.

"Oh crap-" he said cursing himself as his ears turned red.

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themotherofhorses · 5 months ago

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star girl ⭐️

pairing: caleb x fem!mc!reader

warnings: minor spoilers for homecoming wings. some explicit language.

notes: hello, i haven't written IN SO LONG so I def suck at this but I also added this white boy to my roster. not my fault he's THE definition of longing and yearning and lovesick. anyways, this drabble is me dipping my toes into writing him.

borders: @enchanthings

"Back at the shelter, I remember you said your home was beyond the stars.”

She had always claimed she was celestial in origin.

Bright-eyed and chockful of that wistfully childish innocence, she would gaze longingly at the throng of silver stars littering the midnight sky — with a certain look that only a daughter would give her mother.

That’s where my home is, she’d breathe, all while pointing at the moon. With my momma right there.

“Who’s your mom?”

“The moon! Duh, Caleb!”

Caleb would glance at Gran . . . and all Gran would do was shake her head with a slight chuckle, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she held a finger up to her lips and— oh, yeah—just childish nonsense, it seemed. His shoulders relaxed, letting all her previous statements slide.

“Sure, pipsqueak.” There was a short pause; he looked at her again. “Hey, I’ll tell you what. When I finally become a pilot, I’ll take you back home . . . but only if you promise to visit. Deal?”

He never thought much of it . . .

. . . until . . .

Somewhere down the line—Caleb cannot pinpoint exactly when it happened—his pipsqueak grew up. He grew up too, but . . . she . . . she had grown up, in such a way that it made both his heart hurt and soul ache. No more was she the apple-cheeked little girl who would burrow in his arms during summer thunderstorms or pout so cutely whenever he stole her candy (those watermelon-flavor bites that Gran would sometimes bring home from errand runs at the grocery store. He preferred apple-flavored ones, though.)

No . . . she was none of that anymore.

His pipsqueak was a woman now, college-bound and studying to become a Deepspace hunter.

He was happy; he was proud; and he was beyond in love.

“Do you . . . remember when I would say I’m from the stars?”

11:34 p.m. The moon hangs overhead as they stand together on the balcony. Her gaze is fixed on the sky, while Caleb watches her. It’s funny . . . and a bit pathetic, maybe. For three years, his pipsqueak has insisted that the nighttime remains the prettiest sight to behold and that nothing can match its beauty. And for those same three years, he’s respectfully disagreed with every one of her claims; for him, it’s her.

It’s always been her.

Inside his chest, his poor heart does a stupid, rhythmic little dance that sounds a bit like thump, thump, thump.

“— yeah,” Caleb finally murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest; his head tilts, a hum on his lips. “Though, I could never understand why. Care to explain, pipsqueak?”

Bullshit. It’s bullshit. He knows damn why, but he just wants to hear her voice. Pipsqueak turns her head his way and —

— oh yeah, he knows why.

Her eyes, oh, her eyes, hold millions upon millions of stars and nebulas, all in various shapes and hues—purples, pinks, blues, and greens; the type that captivates astronomers, sending them mesmerized by their otherworldly beauty. And when her pretty smile lights them up, their brilliance rivals that of the sunlight’s. His heart aches. He wants to see that in his future children; oh, how badly does he want a little daughter, one just like her beloved mother — sharing her smile, laugh, and cosmos eyes.

NGC 6302: Butterfly Nebula. That's how his stomach feels whenever he's around her. Nothing but butterflies.

He sounds utterly pathetic right now, like some busted poet composing the most lovesick ballads known to man, but he can’t help that deep yearning pooling in his chest.

He loves her.

God, does he fucking love her. So much so, it hurts.

Caleb shifts, inhaling . . . before exhaling. She’s wearing the star studs he gifted her last Christmas, as well as the celestial charm bracelet he spent the good portion of his high school years building in secret; he never told her that a nice chunk of his paychecks from all his afternoon jobs went to buying her little charms. It didn’t matter; the look on her face when she unboxed it during her graduation made it all worth it.

Oh, my star girl.

“ . . . I just think the stars are beautiful.”

Her voice, soft and airy, snaps him out of his thoughts. He blinks, realizing she has been talking to him all this time, before slowly nodding. “Ah. Yeah, well, they are beautiful.” He sneaks a jab at her side, drawing out a sharp squeal, “— just not as beautiful as you, honey.”

My beautiful, beautiful star girl.

She swats his hand away. “Caaaaleeeeeb — !”

He snickers. “Y’know, when you say my name like that, sometimes I wonder if you’re still twelve and avoiding the attic.”

Pipsqueak pouts, bottom lip jutting out, but says no more, choosing to return her attention to the sky. And, as she gazes at her world for the rest of the night, Caleb is stuck staring at his.

If he squints, he can see it: his heart clutched in her left hand, his soul in her right.

She doesn’t even know it. He doubts she ever will.

#vic writes 🧸#love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb #l&ds caleb #caleb x mc #caleb x reader #caleb x fem reader #lads x reader #lads x mc #l&ds x reader #l&ds x mc

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calebs-housewife · 5 months ago

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𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓫: 𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Tw: MC death. Character death. Spoilers.

Word count: 530 words.

Upload date: 4th February, 2025.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

"Caleb!!"

Your voice lingers like a song, but only in my memories.

"Caleb, look! They are fighter jets! Will we also go on those one day?"

Yet now you aren't here with me to fly through the skies we once thought was unreachable.

"Caleb a little higher! I'm almost there!"

I remember those times, when I'd use my evol to make you fly and pluck those crispy and juicy apples i love....you love.

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb"

Nightmares are the only memories of us. I wish they were the happier ones, but it's fine....if this is the only memories of you, then I'll welcome this pain with open arms.

You were like the sun, and I the sunflower always seeking your warmth. Yet now I'm a dead sunflower. Where is my sun?

Don't leave me, what am I without you? I don't want to be your moon. Please let me be your sky in which you light up the world. Always together and interdependent.

"Caleb, this is for you."

The dog tag u gave me is now a noose around my neck. Constricting and choking the life out of me.

"My dream is to leave here and live in the stars."

You didn't need to go alone to the stars. You could have taken your Caleb with you. I could have built you anything your heart desires. Don't leave me here alone. I lived only for you.

I am now but a shell of a human. The memories of you vanishing day by day. The chip eating away the last remains of you. Soon I'll join you. My pip-squeak.

Will you hate me?

For not protecting you or for breaking your hopes and coming to meet you sooner in the stars?

But it doesn't matter if it means I get to be with you. We can ride the clouds and explore universes as long as you are next to me.

"Caleb! Close your eyes."

I see images of you when I close my eyes. Wished every star to open my eyes and see you.

Now I bring not 2 but 3 bouquets of flowers to the Linkon graveyard. One for gran, one for me, and one for you pip-squeak.

I can imagine how you must have felt. Please don't play games. Come back to arms. It's enough. You got me back. I'm sorry for leaving you. PLEASE! Please don't do it to me. I'm sorry.

"Caleb make me braised chicken wings."

What once I learned for you is now a useless skill. I can't cook for you anymore? I can make anything you want! Anything you desire! I'll learn any cuisine for you. But please come back to me. Come back into my arms.

You don't have permission to leave me! How dare you leave me here all alone in this retched world.

If you didn't come, I always came to you.

This time too it won't be different. Soon, the pain of loneliness will take me to you.

As I start my plane, I smile.

Soon I'll be there. My beloved pip-squeak. Sunshine. My one and only.

News reports suggest that Colonel Caleb of the Farspace Fleet died in a plane crash.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

A/n: I wanted to cry. So I wrote it. Like, comment and reblog. Love and deepspace gc on insta. Links on my Instagram. Love you all.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

#female reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #lnds caleb #lads caleb #caleb angst #fanfic #lads #lnds #caleb #caleb x mc #caleb x reader

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dem0batz · 6 months ago

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Apple Spice and Oaths

Caleb x MC!Reader // Love and Deepspace

Author's Note: I've been plagued by thoughts of Caleb. My brain has been rotting and frothing since his trailer release. Not as edited as I would have liked but I needed to get this out into the world.

Summary: After years of forbidden moments with Caleb, it all finally comes to a head when he is about to leave for pilot training. 🔞Content Warnings: (adopted) brother/sister kink, virgin MC, yandere Caleb, dubcon, sexual coercion but MC wants it, references to Dawnbreaker Zayne, Dacryphilia, implied oral (—>f), PIV, cum eating, small blood reference Word Count: ~2400 words | read on AO3 | Chapter List

The bed dips behind you, a soft creak echoing through your room. A chill hits your spine, making your bones tremble before warmth presses into your back and the blanket seals the two of you in.

“Caleb…”

“Shhh, you’ll wake Gran.”

Your half-hearted protest dies on your lips when your brother’s arm falls across your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. A strong forearm slides under your neck, searching for a comfortable position for the both of you. His familiar scent of apples and spice hit your nostrils as he snuggles in closer, entwining your limbs together like so many times before.

You really should send him back to his own room. This thing between the two of you has gotten out of hand. It wasn’t normal for siblings to do the things the two of you have and someone needs to put a stop to it before it’s too late. Before you both cross that line neither of you can ever return from. But you can’t bring yourself to tell him to leave when the warmth of his breath hits your ear with a relieved sigh, his body relaxing into yours.

“You know I can’t sleep without you, pipsqueak.”

Caleb buries his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent with a light groan. Warm lips press against the sensitive skin as a large hand slides under your sleep shirt. His fingers are chilly as they dance across your abdomen, teasing around your navel on their path upward. Just as they reach the swell of your breasts, you press down on his hand to keep it from going higher though your nipples were tingling with desperation.

“That’s not sleeping,” you whisper.

“Can’t help it,” Caleb whispers back, his lips continuing to brush your neck even as he speaks. “You smell so good. So pretty. Feel so good in my arms. I need you, pip. Always need you. You plague my every thought ‘til there’s no space for anything else. ’m fucking crazy for you, pretty girl.”

A lump tightens in your throat. Though he doesn’t try to force his way to your chest, you can feel his fingers twitching against your ribs with the need to move. You would be lying to yourself (which you do often) by saying that you didn’t want it to. That you didn’t crave him the way he craves you. After you lost Zayne, Caleb was the only you had left and you had clung to him like a life line. The only reason he felt so comfortable crawling into your bed in the middle of the night is because you didn’t tell him to leave the first night he did it.

Agonizing dreams of an adult Zayne, bitter and lonely, kept infiltrating your peaceful sleep, morphing into nightmares that left you whimpering and trembling with overwhelming grief. It took a week of suffering these dreams before you were brave enough to tell someone. Dismissing it as exam exhaustion was enough to Gran worked well enough and she didn’t question you much after, but Caleb didn’t buy it. His thumbs had swept over the circles under your eyes, a frown on his face telling you without a single word that he didn’t believe you. Though he didn’t say anything in front of Gran, Caleb wasn’t one to let things go.

He crept into your room that night to find you tangled and sweaty in your sheets, crying in your sleep as visions invaded your dreams of sharp black ice piercing through Zayne’s body while you were frozen in place and unable to go to him. Caleb shook you awake and held you while you cried, babbling incoherently until you fell back into a deep, calm sleep in his arms.

So while Caleb claims to be unable to sleep without you, it was the opposite. Any night you had to sleep alone was spent tossing and turning until you gave up all together, the insomnia taking it’s place. You had no idea what you would do once he leaves next week for pilot training, something you were both dreading but didn’t speak of. This is why you had to learn to be without him and why this needed to end.

As much as it pained you to, you begin to pry his arm from your torso.

“Please don’t. Don’t push me away.” His voice cracks on your name, cracking your heart with it.

Caleb was your rock, so strong and sturdy to lean on. It wasn’t often he showed vulnerability, typically only in these quiet moments you shared in the dark. It was enough to make your resolve waver. Sensing your hesitation, he presses up against you, his erection digging into your lower back.

“But you’re leaving me,” your own voice trembles with the sting of tears on your lashes.

His other hand grips your jaw from it’s position, twisting your neck toward him until your breathing mingles, lips grazing one another. It’s hard to see in the dark, but there’s just enough light emitting from a soft night light nearby to see the hardening in his eyes.

“It’s not my choice!” he hisses. Your eyes widen at his outburst, so unlike the calm, loving brother you had come to known. Realizing himself, his eyes soften. “I’m sorry, pipsqueak. I just… can’t have you thinking I’m leaving because I want to. There are things I can’t explain to you right now but I promise, one day it will all make sense. Forgive me?”

With only a moment of hesitation, you nod. You would always forgive him. There was nothing he could do to make you hate him when he looked at you like this. His lips brush over each of your eyes, collecting the tears that had began to build on your lashes. They move down to press against your own, softly at first, then more insistent as his tongue prods at the crease until the salty flavor of your tears bursts on your tongue.

Your grip no longer tight around his wrist, his fingers begin to trail lightly upward once more until his now warm palm grazes your nipple with a light squeeze of your breast. A soft sigh escapes your lips at the sensation and you find yourself moving against his tented sleep pants. Taking that as permission, Caleb moves you to your back without breaking the kiss, locking your ankles together at his lower back as he settles between your thighs.

His kisses turn more aggressive, nipping at your lips and inhaling every little moan and sigh, imprinting them in his memory to use when things inevitably got difficult at the base. It would have to be enough to keep him sane until he was able to come back home to you.

Before long, Caleb’s lips make their way down your body, tugging and pulling at your clothing until you’re naked and writhing beneath his tongue, not for the first time.

“Caleb!” You whisper-hiss. “Caleb, I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispers against your clit while his fingers work against the soft spot inside that makes you see stars. With his encouragement, you fall apart on his smooth face, body trembling from the effort as you bite the corner of your pillow in an effort to suppress the shaking moans wanting to burst free. Caleb works you through it, licking and nipping until overstimulation has you pushing his head away.

He crawls his way back up your body with eyes dark and hungry, your essence glistening on his chin. Your body quakes with the intensity of the look on his face and when he settles above you once more as his lips devour yours, a combination of his taste and your own mingling on your tongue. Now naked from the waist down, himself, Caleb’s stiff cock presses against your inner thigh, the tip swollen and sticky with pre-cum.

Reaching down between the two of you, he firmly graps himself in his hand to slide between your drenched folds. In a panic, your palm finds his chest, pushing against your brother though his weight doesn’t budge.

“What are you doing?”

“What we should have done a long time ago.”

The tip presses inside, making the both of you groan probably a little too loudly as your slick insides clench around him, inviting him in against your will. He slides in a little further but you press against his chest again.

“Wait, wait. This is going too fast.”

His head falls to your shoulder in frustration, the soft tendrils of his dark hair tickling your sensitive skin.

“Where did you think all these years were leading to, pip?” his muffled voice sounds in your ear.

Though he stopped moving, the first couple inches of his cock rest inside of you still.

“We’re siblings, Caleb,” you say, trying to be the reasonable one though you want nothing more than for him to finish what he started.

“Not by blood. Besides,” he pauses, one hand wedging between your bodies to allow his thumb to start circling your clit, renewing the delicious feeling in your abdomen. “It’s kind of hot, right? Doing something forbidden.”

Your insides quiver and you clench around him with a slick gush at the dirty words.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, pipsqueak?” he chuckles darkly in your ear, beginning shallow thrusts. Not enough to be all the way in, but enough for the anticipation to start building again. “Is my little sister gonna let me fuck her, hmm? Has anyone else ever been inside of you before?”

Face growing hot, you shake your head in denial, unable to say the words out loud.

Caleb’s body trembles above you as he presses in a little further. You can feel him right there.

“Good,” he growls in your ear. “I probably would have had to kill anyone else who touched you first and the only blood I want right now is this.”

In one thrust, Caleb pushes past your barrier, swallowing your cries with a possessive kiss as he tears through your hymen. It hurts at first, but not in a way you would have expected. It was more of a quick pinch, and while the first few thrusts were a little uncomfortable as you adjusted to the intrusion, your slick walls begin to welcome him.

“Knew you would feel good, fuck. That’s my cunt, isn’t it, pip?” Caleb moans, holding one of your legs at the knee and keeping you open for him as he grinds roughly into you.

“Caleb…” you whine, arms tightening around him while your nails find purchase on his bare back.

He hisses through the sting your nails cause, hoping like hell that you’re leaving marks behind that will take weeks to disappear. He wanted to feel you on him weeks from now, back sore with every movement during drill training. His thumb never let up from your clit, sending you higher and higher with every thrust. His cock twitches inside with the need to release inside of you, to claim you, but he won’t allow himself to let go until he gets one more from you.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Hold onto me. I’ve got you. Come for me. Come all over your brother’s cock.”

You can’t bring yourself to admit that his dirty words aided in getting you there, but before you can stop it, a tightness pulls in your lower stomach almost painfully before releasing. Spots dance behind your eyes in blinding flash of light. For a moment, you fear your heart might give out and that you’ll have to be rushed to the hospital, left to explain why you a cardiac event while naked with your brother. But the feeling passes as you start to float down, still half-blind with your ears ringing. Caleb ruts into you a few more times with curses on his tongue as you clamp down around him, ropes of hot cum splashing around your inner walls and painting them with him.

He collapses on top of you, his weight heavy and making it difficult to breathe, but you just pull him closer while your heart rates sync to a steady pace. You lay there together for several quiet moments, each of you soaking in what just happened and how this changes everything and nothing at the same time with him leaving soon.

Those thoughts are pushed away as he lifts up his head, dark hair laying on his brow as a boyish smile peeks out from beneath. His lips find yours, more bold now than ever before, like it’s his right to do so, but you don’t push him away, instead meeting him halfway. You feel his length twitch inside and he pulls away, shaking his head and mumbling against your lips.

“Don’t get me going again, pretty girl. You’re going to be sore enough as it is.”

With a final peck, he rises to his knees, pulling out of you slowly as you both watch. His flushed cock is shiny with both of your fluids, the sight making your heart stutter back to life. Caleb looks entirely too smug as he swipes through your folds, gathering some cum tinged pink with the loss of your virginity on his fingers. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them in and humming with satisfaction as the taste of both of you fills his mouth. With another swipe of your pussy, he does it again, this time bringing his fingers to your mouth. When you don’t immediately open for him, he traces his wet fingers across your lips.

“Come on, pipsqueak. Memorialize this moment with me. It will be just like when we were kids. Remember? When your hurt yourself because we were messing around, showing off our Evols.” You nod hesitantly.

“I remember ending up with a wound on my hand from the blast of our Resonance sending us both flying. I cut my hand when I landed on the pavement.”

Caleb nods too, confirming your story.

“Right. Then I cut my hand with a rock and we made an Oath to never tell Gran what we were doing because she would have kicked our asses. This will be like that, except now we’ll swear to never forget one another.”

“I could never forget you, Caleb. I don’t need an Oath to know that.”

Something painful, yet unreadable flickers across his face before the playful smile returns, making you wonder if you imagined it.

“Yeah, well how about you just entertain me for a while longer? What do you say, pretty girl?”

He offers his fingers again and this time you open your mouth to accept them.

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fictionrealms · 14 days ago

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Hide & Seek->Chapter Two

Sylus x MC x Caleb

TW:

depictions of grief, self neglect, depictions of depression, depictions of loss, obsessive behavior, smut (in the future), self doubt, self loathing, nightmares, more tags to be added, MDNI

Summary:

Life was meaningless now that he's gone. Only visiting me in the long hours when I refuse to sleep. I've long since given up the fight. What was the point anymore? Then there was him.

Word Count: 1685

Finished || Ongoing

Prologue-> Chapter One

Hide & Seek - Chapter 3 - bhaalistbabe - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

There's an old, twisted tree trunk on the bank facing the lake. Its old bark rough against my skin and missing in places to reveal the smoothness underneath. The last rays of the sun shone across the water, making it sparkle and shimmer like blown glass. We used to detour here walking home from school. A little place just for the two of us. A piece of time carved out where we can exist without anyone else. In the summer we came here every day. Jumping into the lake from the old tire swing we made off the bank. We were just kids then. Stopped coming here the older we got. Carving out a time for each other wasn't as important as we aged. Took on responsibilities. Became adults with our own lives. Took separate paths in life.

We sit together on the trunk. Our feet dangling off the ground and staring off at the setting sun. But something was different. Something was off.

We were smaller than I remember being.

"Do you think we'll ever stop coming here?" my voice, smaller, more delicate than it should be comes out like it was rehearsed. Something I was supposed to say or had said before. A script I memorized.

Caleb shrugs. His limbs are long and gangly. His face thinner than it should be and my heart skip when his voice cracks. "I don't know, Pip. But I hope we always find our way back here. This is our spot. Just for you and me, yeah?"

Time seems to stand still here. With just the two of us looking out at the sun setting on the lake.

I turn to look at him and he's taller than he was previously. His shoulders broader and muscles more defined. He's not wearing his favorite white sweater anymore. Replaced with a pilot's uniform and the DAA stitched on his front pocket and shoulder. Before I couldn't see my hair. It was out of my line of vision, but now it reaches just under my breasts. I can't feel the bark under me though my legs are bare.

"But we never did. Did we, Pipsqueak?"

"I wish we did. I miss this." My voice is soft when I speak. Tears forming in my eyes.

Caleb turns to me with the same lopsided, goofy grin he always wore. But there's an edge to it this time. Something sharp and sad. Something knowing and melancholy about the way it doesn't reach his eyes.

And in the dim light cast on him from the sun, I see it.

The way his eyes shimmer with the formation of tears and his chest doesn't move with breath.

Because none of this is real.

Caleb is dead.

With the realization, he turns to face the lake again. His clothes change to that of the Colonel. His jaw sets with a certain kind of tick when he was irritated with Gran—Josephine. He's much more built than before and his arms fold over his chest with a cold finality I assume he used when addressing the Fleet. There's hardly any warmth in the galaxies in his eyes. But it's still there all the same. And in that I find refuge. A piece of the same Caleb I had always known buried beneath the trauma and whatever burdens he held close. Never letting me close enough to ease the weight he carried.

"We never came back here because of you. We could have if it wasn't for you." His voice is cold, detached.

"What?" My voice comes out no louder than a whisper. "Caleb, what are you talking about?"

He shakes his head. "You just had to go sticking your nose where it shouldn't have been. If it wasn't for you…"

There's a pregnant pause as I wait for him to finish his sentence. And when he turns to me again he's in the tank top and sweatpants he died in. His eyes are glossy and devoid of emotion or any sign of life. His skin as pale as a full moon and rotting in some places.

But that isn't what catches my attention.

It's dark lines that spike and spiral from the singed hole on his chest. The way it zigzags up his collarbone and over his shoulder.

Lightning.

"I̷̧̡͊̕'̵̹̘͒m̶̻̫̈́̊ ̷̲͝d̴͓̈́͊e̸͓̅å̷͚̱d̸̖̲͒͝,̶̪̝̇͌ ̴̗̻̀̆S̴̫̄͗t̷͎͆͠ĕ̸͇v̵̩̉͘i̸̬̺͐e̴̞͙͂͝.̶̦͒ ̴̼͎̄B̴͉͗͝é̸̙͋c̸̺͂a̶͖͆̀u̸̪̎s̶̲̀ę̴̿̅ ̴̪̈̈́ó̶̞f̶̩̪͗̋ ̴̗̓͐ẙ̴̉͜o̵̦̒͜͝ǘ̵͜.̴̘̍͒ ̵͖̋͠Y̶̟̽o̶̫̐͝ṵ̸̧̆̈́ ̴̥͘d̸̳̯͆̽i̴͈͌ͅḑ̵͂͠ ̴̫̥̄t̵̟͕͝h̶̲̝́ḭ̴̫̉̊s̶̺̩̐̎ ̴̗̆͠t̷̺̅ö̵̙́ ̷͉̎m̷̪̲͛͛e̶͉̼̍.̵̦̹̏̓ ̵͖̄̉Y̴̠̹̑ò̶̘̰ū̴̡͚͒ ̷̬͇̈͗k̷̤̖̓̒i̴̪̰̕l̶̺̭͋l̴̟̮̀̈́ḛ̵̈̔d̷͖̋ ̸̘̳̅m̴̙͉̿ë̶̙͎́,̷̨̗͂̃ ̵͔̄͝S̵̻̞͒͠ṯ̴͋͝e̴͉̍v̴͓͂̈́͜i̶̘͔͋̚è̵͎͝.̵̺̠̀ ̶͉̻̑͝H̵̫̣̃͝o̴͔̦͛w̵̲̄͠ ̸̗̱̇̇ç̷̎ò̶͇̐u̸̳̿̓l̵̋ͅd̸͎͍͂ ̶̬͍̄ÿ̸̧́̉ō̵̼͆u̷͓͇̅̆?̷̢̗̌͒"

"No, Caleb, I—"

"Y̵̺̻̓͛ö̶̞́͋u̸̲̅ ̸̳̆̃d̴̪̼͋i̴͚̜̾d̶͎̖̀͒ ̶̩͂t̵̫̑͗h̷̟̝̿i̵̟̫̎s̴͓̼̀ ̸͔̌͂ͅẗ̷̲́ŏ̶͈̅ ̵͇̞͊m̶̘͖̽̕e̴̜̍.̴͉͎̽̚"

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."

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Sweat coats my skin. Making my clothes stick to me like a second skin and my hair is damp to the touch. My breaths come in short, desperate pants and tears stream down my cheeks. Before long I fold in on myself and let the sobs break the silence only disturbed by the soft hum of the machinery. My arms wrap around my stomach, my forehead presses to my knees and the sobs sound more like screams. Or maybe I had done so much screaming since Caleb's death that I've grown accustomed to the sound.

There's no knowing how long I sat there.

It's only when a cold hand touches my shoulder that I register someone is in the room with me. The weight of the bed shifts and I don't need to look to know who it is.

"It's my fault." My voice comes out broken. Too soft to be considered anything but a whisper. "I killed him, Zayne. This is all my fault. He's dead because of me. It's my fault."

"It's not. You know that deep down. None of this is your fault." Zayne's voice is steady, soft, comforting in the way it soothes my nerves. And out of my peripheral vision, I can see a thin coat of frost forming on his knuckles as he strokes my knee with his thumb.

"It is my fault though. It was my lightning that killed him."

"You're burning up. Please, you have to try to calm down, Stevie. Your heart—"

"Fuck my heart! I don't want it anymore!"

A soft glow of golden light emanates from the palms of my hands. Like sunlight was seeping out of my skin.

Zayne turns his head just over his shoulder towards the door. A crease forms in his brows and his grip on my knee tightens as if to steady me. And ice slowly creeps up my thigh. Probably to cool me down if I had a fever like he said. But I don't feel hot like I do when I'm sick. The warmth from my palms thrums up my arms and burns in my chest. It's tepid as it blankets around my heart. Spreads throughout my chest.

"Nurse! She needs medicine and a cold blanket!"

He says something else to the nurse that rushes into the room to his side. Her expression full of worry as she glances at me before turning back to Zayne. Their voices hushed and inaudible to the roar of my heartbeat in my ears.

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A year,

Nearly.

Ten months.

That was how long it had been since she sent that final message to him. Nothing more than coordinates and a single word; here.

But by the time he had followed the coordinates, she was gone. He followed the signal from her phone then. Following the pings from the towers throughout the city to find her only to come across dead ends. Getting in Skyhaven would have been difficult if he had been anyone else. Had used any other name or alias to get to where her signal was last pinged. Tire marks led him into a desolate, abandoned city.

That was when he lost her.

Until only a day ago.

At first, he had given her space. Allowed her the time she needed to adjust and get herself out as she needed. He knew that she was capable enough. Stubborn enough to do things on her own. Never had been very receptive of help. Had been in more perilous situations before.

But each passing day when he had yet to hear from her made his panic worsen. What if he had been wrong?

That was when he sent Mephisto.

When the crow returned back to him, telling him of the things she was enduring and allowing to be done—he knew that she would not be coming back on her own.

She had given up.

His feisty, fierce kitten had given up the fight.

A little bomb once again.

Sylus made his decision then.

If she was not going to fight for her life herself. Then he would remind her who she is and what she is capable of. He would break her free and bring her back to where she was when they met.

But they had made one very grave mistake.

Sylus walked calmly from his room, hands clasped behind his back. Still in a black, silk robe from sleep. Luke and Kieran sat on the couch, bickering amongst themselves over something frivolous. They pause as his shadow casts over them and turn to face him.

"Were we too loud, Boss?"

"No, but I have an important mission tomorrow. You two will come with me."

The twins look at each other before turning back to him.

Sure, he could get her out in one piece by himself. Sylus was more than capable of taking care of the center on his own. Skilled without the use of his Evol. After all, he hadn't gotten to where he is now without knowing what he was doing. But that just didn't feel fitting for the things that had been reported of her current state. He needed to send a message. Make a point. An impression.

Hell hath no fury of a fiend whose treasure had been stolen.

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