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saerotonins · 19 days ago

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big dick!caleb thoughts

Thinking about big dick!Caleb training your pussy to take every inch of him when the time you’re ready finally comes.

Him painstakingly stretching your pussy out every other day with his thick fingers, toying your clit so he can easily insert two or three of his fingers when he’s feeling generous enough.

Big dick!Caleb refuses to use any toys because he wants you to feel him and only him, but it was clear to him that you need more stimulation other than his digits (much to his dismay).

The whirring of the vibrator against your clit makes him feel irrationally angry because it should be only him that’s making you feel good. The sinful noises released from your lips should be because of his cock and not some stupid toy.

Big dick!Caleb who developed jealousy towards the dildo he purchased just to train your pussy to take him so well. The silicone head disappearing into your entrance makes him feel dizzy, wishing it was his cock inside of you.

You feel his dick twitching from your behind as you settle on his lap as you moan his name, “quit squirming baby, fuuuck, you’re killing me here,” he says as he tries to look for some sort of friction to take care of his raging boner.

Big dick!Caleb who resorted to eating you out while his fingers do their job inside of you, making you come multiple times a night just so he can give you the pleasure you seek while he suffers with his hard-on.

Big dick!Caleb who almost crumbles when you beg him to suck his dick, trying to reciprocate the pleasure he has been giving you for the past few weeks since he can’t possibly imagine how he could fit his whole cock inside of you for the time being.

For your sake, he practices his self-control, saying no to your adorable face because he knows you couldn’t fit him in your mouth anyway.

Big dick!Caleb who resorted to jacking himself off every after session for release, for every pump of his fists he wished it was your pussy clenching around his cock, eager to milk him dry. The stolen panties pressed against his nose doing little to his imagination as he savors the remnants of your smell from the piece of lacy cloth.

His moans ringing against the bathroom walls as he fantasizes putting you in different positions, your walls feeling every vein on his cock while you babble like a bitch in heat, all in his mercy, pumping you full with his seed and leaving no drop behind.

Big dick!Caleb’s patience is running thin, he might have practiced self-control the whole time, upstanding discipline and determination courtesy of his secret training from the fleet coming in handy when it comes to you, but his cock buried deep into your pussy is one thing really needs and he doesn’t know until when he can last.

But when the time finally comes, he’s a goner. He sees your eyes pleading for him to finally fuck you. Caleb hesitates for a bit but when he sees the determination in your eyes, he agrees.

You exhale as you silently encourage yourself to sink on his cock, Caleb’s large hands digging into the fat of your hips, guiding you along his.

Big dick!Caleb feels pathetic, the moment the head of his dick comes in contact with your hole already makes him weak, his breath becomes uneven as he feels himself stretching you out.

You cry out as you feel the dull ache spreading in your core, you know yourself that Caleb has been very patient in helping you prep for him, you wince as you feel like you already want to tap out when half of him isn’t inside you yet.

Sensing your frustration and the tears that start to well in your eyes, Caleb starts to coax you and your worries away.

“Shh, take it slowly sweetheart, we all have the time in the world, yeah?” He states, a large hand soothing the top of your head and glides along your face. The pads of his fingers find their way on your cheekbones, “it’s okay, you still have me,” Caleb’s voice was comforting, but did little to ease your worries away.

“I just want to make you feel good, you’ve been good and patient with me,” your eyes stare into his depths, keen to get the favor back to him.

A soft smile spread against Caleb’s lips contrary to the swirl of arousal brewing within him, “I know baby, and I know you’ll do great,” he places a wet kiss against the corner of your mouth, “you can do it, yeah?”

A slow yet determined nod meets his encouragement, and Caleb thinks you’re the most adorable this way.

“Maybe you just need a little bit of guidance, how’s that sound?” His low voice trembles against his chest as you feel his free hand dance towards your pussy.

“What do you mean— ah!” your question is cut short when you feel his calloused hands pinch the bundle of nerves in your pussy.

“Ah look at you go, baby, already doing so good just f’me, yeah?” You feel his rough pads brush and circle against your clit. You take a sharp breath as you close your eyes, the familiar sensation spreads in your body like clockwork, your head is thrown back as your back arches, chasing his digits.

“See how wet you are, sweet girl? Can’t believe this is all just for me,” His sultry voice echoes against your ears as your hips voluntarily grind against his hands.

You take this as your chance to sink lower into his cock, taking a deep breath as you suck into every inch of his length. Caleb fights every fiber of his being from slamming himself into you, letting you take your sweet time claiming him. “Shiiiit baby, stop teasing me,” you can feel his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, restraining himself as he waits for your next move.

“‘M not, a-ah, s’too much!” You stop halfway, feeling his cock pulsating inside of you. The lines blurring between pain and pleasure floods your whole being, your mind hazy but still determined to make everything work.

“I knooow, baby, ‘m sorry, but you’re a big girl, yeah? You can do it for me, sweets,” his assurance leaves the tip of his tongue but it’s partially for himself as well. The chains of control making it hard for him to just take the reign and finally get every inch of himself into you but he doesn’t want to hurt you and so he relents, letting you do your thing, at your own pace.

Clutching on his shoulders, you force yourself further down his cock, the delicious ache stretching against your hole prominent but a welcomed feeling nonetheless, you take a sharp breath every time you sink in while feeling Caleb’s hands on the globes of your ass guiding you down.

Your thighs burn as you keep yourself balanced on top of him until you finally meet his.

You stop on your tracks as you feel yourself settled on his thighs. Wide eyed, you look at him with enthusiasm. “Caleb, I think I did it,” you say in a whisper. But when your eyes met his, it was shut tight, it was obvious that every restraint that he put on himself is working overtime.

Oh how he badly wants to slam himself into you.

Swallowing down and taking a deep breath, he looks at you proudly, “see, knew you could do it, baby.” Caleb hides his face in the crook of your neck, taking your scent in as he controls himself from going berserk.

You meet him in an embrace, hands exploring his nape as you bask in each other’s presence.

“Baby,” you hear Caleb breathe against you.

“Yeah?”

You can hear him gulp before he says his next words, “can I… move now? Please?”

To the untrained ear, it might sound like a simple request but to you, it was obvious that it was laced in some level of desperation. You swallow down your nervousness, “o-okay.”

That was the only thing Caleb needed before he lifted your hips up and his thighs started to meet yours.

“Ah!” the sting of his thrust was masked with the pleasure of your pussy hugging his dick. Your back arching from the sheer force and ecstasy his dick is giving you.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The constant clapping of your thighs echoes through the whole room, every vein on his dick felt in every inch of your walls, the mixture of your moans harmonizing as he indulges himself in every thrust.

“My sweet, sweet, girl, taking my cock like it was hers to claim, you’re so good to me,” his thrusts became more and more violent, the tip of his length kissing your cervix just right. Every in and out feels like he’s hitting every right spot in your body.

“C-caleb! ‘M sooooo close, nghh ha-ah!” incoherent noises started to leave your mouth, your mind fogged with ultimate lust with the man inside of you.

“Shh, wait for me sweetheart, hold on for me just a sec, ‘kay? You can do it for me,” his encouragement sends shivers down your spine. You could only nod as you were unable to find the words to reply, mind in the gutter as you feel yourself get stretched deliciously, pussy molding every vein in his pounding cock.

Your senses heightened, you feel yourself get closer to your climax, like hanging on a piece of thread, you find it hard to stop, surge of emotions filled within you as Caleb claims you. His fingerprints danced against your skin as he fought everything within him to go rougher.

You soon feel your back hit against the cold and soft sheets of your bed, laying down as Caleb places your ankles on his shoulders, “patience, baby, we’ll get there soon enough,” he says as you feel his lips gently placed on your forehead, a silent praise for how you’re taking him well so far.

Caleb slowly pulls his dick out and as you were about to protest, you feel him slam against you, harsher than his thrusts from earlier. You feel yourself gasp, his fat girth slowly fitting just right into you, “mngh, such tight fucking pussy, glad I trained it to be mine,” your fingers grip the sheets beneath you, knuckles forming white as you let out a mixture of whines and moans, begging him to take more of you.

“Caleb, s’good, hng— moreee!” Your begging does not fall on deaf ears as he rams his cock into you, force harsher than it was and pleasure begins to intensify.

“Hah, look at you and your cunt getting greedy, sucking me in like a bitch in heat, yeah?” Caleb let out grunts as he lets himself get lost into you. “Fuuuuck, should fuck you like this everyday, get your womb full of my seed and have my babies grow inside of you, yeah?”

“Yes! God ha-ah, fill me up please, ngh—”

“Wan’me to make you a momma so bad, glad I’m treating your pussy like the whore that it is for my cock, yeah?”

“Mh-hmm! Want it— hah— so bad,” your words become incoherent as you get drunk with his cock stuffing you full, you can feel him pulsating as he continuously bullies himself into your tight cunt.

The whole thing feels like sin, but you couldn’t get yourself to stop, feeling every inch of his mean dick brings you ecstasy, your eyes rolling at the back of your head, bringing you higher than any drug ever could.

“‘M close, baby, meet me there, yeah?”

“Uh-huh! Inside p-pleaseee,” you whine, feeling yourself clench against his dick.

“Shiiit, baby, can’t hold any longer when you’re squeezin’ me like this, mngh—” his grunts filled the cool air, jaw clenched as he got closer, dick twitching while feeling your hole hugging every inch.

Caleb gives it a few more thrusts before letting himself go inside of you. White ropes of cum painting your insides as his cock pulsates itself inside, filling your womb full of his seed. Your feet curl at the weird but welcomed sensation, moaning in delight at the satisfying feeling rushing in your body.

Both of you were panting as Caleb fucks his cum into you, “let’s not waste anydrop, yeah, sweets?”

“Ngh, mh-hm,” your whine draws on as he slowly gets all of his seed in your cunt, swiping his tip on the trickling release against your thighs and ass.

Caleb collects himself before cradling your face in his hands, fixing your hair away from your sweat sheened face. He drinks the sight before him, your cockdrunk face and hazy eyes looking at him, exhausted but beyond relieved.

“You did it baby, ‘m so proud of you, I love you,” he says before kissing your forehead, a gentle and sincere gesture contrary to the intense lovemaking he just did with you.

Dazed and worn out, you decide to reply with a small smile, “love ya, too,” were the last words you said before slowly drifting to sleep.

He lets out a boyish smile and places another chaste kiss on your lips. He never felt this content until now.

Big dick!Caleb swears that from now on, he will make a mold of every inch of him with your tight cunt, like it was made for him to dote and love, fitting right in just like a glove.

note: this was supposed to be a short ramble but i got carried away, my bad lol.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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atxchiphxbix · 9 days ago

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Content. mdni afab + f! reader, unprotected sex, swearing, caleb finishes in reader, he does call you pipsqueak like once, caleb is called gege once, handjob, overstimulation, slight size difference, grinding and humping, making out, and slight religious imagery (mentions of heaven and sinners)

a/n: inspired by his affinity 85 secret times: lover's whisper. bro had my knees buckling and everything so I had to lock in and write this. infold is cooking w caleb

Caleb is a desperate man. With desperate thoughts and desperate needs, but when you’re in bed with him — it seems he has all the time in the world.

With naked and sweaty bodies, he presses his hips oh so gently against the soft, weepy folds of your cunt as his lavender hues admire the gooey strings of slick that connect you both together (created by his dexterous fingers when buried deep inside you). He drinks in all of you, from your tits that heave up and down with heavy breaths to the swallowed lump in your throat, bruised by his kisses.

His warm hands run up the sides of your body reverently, lavishing your skin in angelic kisses while his hips buck feverishly against the soft flesh of your warm pussy. Your own hips buck and lips part in light gasps and moans whenever the pearly mushroom tip of his hard cock kisses your sensitive bundle of nerves — so close to just dipping into your wet warmth like you want.

But Caleb is a patient man, years of yearning and devotion are nothing compared to his last few minutes of mounting and humping your body under him.

“You’re so wet.” He murmurs, lips pressing gentle kisses to your burning temple. He isn’t even condescending about it. It’s a simple observation, one he finds great joy in when he pulls away, watching bands of your wetness keep the flesh of your cunt connected to his leaky tip, you’re begging for him not to leave even if you don’t say it. Your achy hole and twitchy clit say it all — flushed with need and desire.

Caleb swears to himself that only he will ever see you in this state. If anyone else got a glimpse of you with your legs hooked over his shoulders, teary-eyed, and weeping pussy all spread out for him — he’ll tear them apart.

A wave of embarrassment washes to your cheeks at his words before you’re reaching down and wrapping your hand around the thick girth of his length, giving him experimental pumps and listening to the erotic squelch whenever your dainty hand slides down. Caleb can’t help the way his hips twitch and he bucks, a heavy blush settling over his pale cheeks. His ears somehow get redder as he involuntarily fucks himself into the palm of your hand, purple irises looking desperately down at where your soft palm domes over his sensitive tip, thumbing over the slit of his cock and collecting pearls of pre-cum to fuck it back over him.

“Fu—ha, shit, pipsqueak,” he whines, catching your wrist in his hand and pulling you away from his pulsing cock. The expression on his face is cute, flushed redder than an apple, and embarrassed that he could cum from the feel of your warm palm wrapped around his hard, throbbing dick. He aches to be flesh to flesh in the depth of your tight hole but he holds himself back, wanting to tease and torment you for just a bit longer — like he has all the time in the world.

“Caleb,” you pout, bottom lip jutting out into the sweetest expression he’s ever seen on you.

What he doesn’t expect though, are your lithe fingers, snaking down to your thighs, using your middle and ring finger (that he will definitely put a ring on), and spreading your wet, sticky folds, open for him — presenting yourself to him.

He doesn't think you know the effect you have on him. Or perhaps you are aware and he's being played like a pawn, wrapped around your little finger — Caleb decides he's happy in the palm of your hand, settled into your heart.

“Gege,” you plead, and he swears he’s just gotten harder to the sound of your pleading voice. And he knows it’s over for him when you bat your pretty lashes and look up at him with the eyes you know he just can’t ignore, “Please put it in. Look, ‘m so wet and achy for you.”

Caleb loses it. Of course, how could he not fold when he sees you look up at him with such wanton need, begging him to bury into the deepest part of you? When you’re presenting yourself, whispering coos into his ear, and pressing sinful kisses to his hot skin.

Once the words leave your lips, the pilot is immediately pressing himself into your sopping cunt, and bullying his girth into you, stretching your velvety walls to accommodate his heavy length. His hips twitch, eager to fill you up with thick ropes of his hot seed and admire you as it pools in filthy globs underneath you, seeping into his dark sheets. He wants to lay in his bed and be reminded that you were here in that moment, in all waking moments.

Your lips part and a sharp breath is sucked into your lungs when you feel his tip notch into your entrance, but then you feel his entire cock splitting you open. The stretch is more than you expect and you’re suddenly crying out and clawing at his broad shoulders, twirling the cool chain of his necklace in your fingers with pleasured whines and pleas that grow in pitch as he sinks in your velvety walls inch by inch.

“Oh, fuc-” You swear he enjoys the way that you’re squirming around his thick length, takes pride in the way you’re writhing and moaning and eating your words as he folds you into a mean mating press.

“Oh, fuck… don’t stop, please. ‘s too deep, too good.” You hear yourself whine out, head falling back onto the plush pillow. He takes the time to kiss down on the glossy sheen of your neck, pink tongue darting out to taste your salty skin and the drool that trickles from the corner of your mouth.

“It’s too deep? Okay, I’ll be more gentle.” His voice is hot and gravelly against your ear, nibbling and suckling deep marks into your skin that'll last for days to come, each a reminder of this night.

His finger latch at your hips, pinning you down as his hips pull back until his tip is just barely lodged in the warmth of your cunt, fucking you gently with just the tip like the teasing bastard he is. He can’t tear his eyes away though, enraptured at the way your cunt flutters so greedily around him, trying to suck more of him into your desperate pussy.

“It’s my fault,” he croons, licking and suckling at your pebbling nipples with his mocking voice, “I should’ve made sure every part of you accepted me.”

You love Caleb, you truly do. But when he’s like this, making you eat your own words and fucking you with his sensitive, leaky tip, you just want him to fold you until your ankles hook over his shoulder and sink his entire length into the walls of your pussy until you feel him in your chest.

So you pull him closer by the cool chain of his dog tag, whining and pleading incessantly again to sink into you, to have his cock kissing your cervix, and flooding your womb with white ropes of his hot cum. It's really the least he could do. Slurred pleas of “gimme more” are pressed to his throat, a pitiful attempt to lull him into sheathing himself into the warmth of your pulsing walls once again.

And though it seems pathetic and pitiful, Caleb is Caleb. He is a man who can never deny you, no matter how absurd, minute or simple a request is; he wants to be the only one to complete it for you. The only one you turn to, the only one you need.

“It can't be too deep or too shallow. Can't be too rough or too gentle either. You're so hard to please.” He mumbles hotly against your ear but he relents, mounting himself on top of you and sliding his thick length into the warmth of your clenching cunt once again. He falls onto his forearms, palms cupping the top of your head to prevent your head from hitting the headboard. His deep strokes are punctuated when the bed knocks against the wall with a repeated thump, thump, thump and it only serves to remind you of his need.

The air feels like it’s been knocked out of your lungs and you whine into the kiss he captures your lips in — hot and flushed with need as his cock repeatedly bullies your g-spot. Your lips part and his name falls like a mantra, the only coherent thought in your head being Caleb and how good he’s making you feel.

It’s erotic, lewdly so, the way his skin on yours reverberates in the room and yet swallowed by the obscene squelching of your soaked cunt every time the man on top of you bottoms out, chasing his high and desperately bringing yours to you. Your whines and moans of his name sound sweeter than any harmony he’s ever heard and he swears that heaven opened its gates to a sinner like him. His name falls from your lips and yours from his, a swearing of devotion in your hazy minds. Born from a desire meant only for each other.

When his hand dips lower, thumbing at your sensitive clit, you find your lower stomach coiling and growing taut quickly — too quickly that you’re pushing at his sturdy shoulders with a throaty cry, back arching, legs trembling, and toes curling when he doesn’t stop his unrelenting rhythm.

“Cal-Caleb, stop. ‘s too much, I—”

He cuts you off, devouring your lips in a sloppy, languid kiss, globs of his saliva blend with yours, tongues tangling, and salacious webs of saliva connect your lips when he pulls away with a smug smile.

“My name isn’t a safeword.”

His teasing words instantly cause the tightness in your stomach to snap and you cum with a pleasured cry. With nothing to grasp onto, your nails rake down his back, reddening lines trailing in wake of the lingering crescent marks.

“Shit, shit, fu—”

The dull pain is barely registered when he feels your walls fluttering as you cum, surging his own orgasm through him. His eyes screw shut, bursts of white flashing behind his lids, and a raspy groan of your name rips from his vocal cords, hips erratically bucking until he’s overstimulating the both of you and painting your walls white with fat loads of his seed.

He collapses on top of you, burying his face into the sweaty crook of your neck, and laying kisses to your collarbone and neck, laving his tongue over the lovebites left over. He hums in contentment when your hands card through the damp strands of his dark hair, tracing the red lines on his shoulders and back — proof that you’ve laid claim on him.

His fingers rub soothing shapes into your hips and thighs, allowing a few shared beats of your hearts to pass before he's looking up at you with a spark in his eye. Still buried inside you, he flips your positions so that you’re on top of him, hands secured around your waist, and peppering kisses to the lavender bruises that’ve bloomed on your chest.

“Think we could go for a round two?

Caleb’s words send a light laugh through you and you’re wrapping your fingers around the silver chain of his dog tags, pulling him impossibly closer, and nosing the skin of his cheek with a teasingly glint in your eyes.

“Think you can handle me for another round? You seem kind of wiped, Caleb.” You tease, scattering light kisses along his jaw and your lips curl into a smug smile when his hands tighten imperceptibly on your waist.

In a second, he’s flipping you onto your back again with a raised brow and a light smirk. His violet hues look down hungrily at you.

He won't be satiated for a while.

“I guess we won’t know until we find out, will we?” He leans closer, his breath hot on your lips and silver chain cooling on your burning skin. “This time, you can’t tell me to stop.”

to the person at infold who is in charge of Caleb’s secret times… 🫡

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lalunanymph · 5 months ago

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚. STOLE MY HEART (AND MY PANTIES) ♡

✧₊⁺ SUMMARY when your panties go missing like clockwork every wednesday, there's only one possible explanation...

✧₊⁺ WARNINGS fem!reader, panty stealing, jerking off, perv!caleb nation rise up, male masturbation, oral sex, pseudo-stepcest (for like, the first scenes), use of gege, use of mei mei, almost getting caught, semi-public sex, against the wall sex, closet sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, petnames (princess, pipsqueak, beautiful girl), caleb huge cock agenda, repressed emotions, angst if you squint, mdni, 18+, do let me know if i missed any warnings !!

✧₊⁺ DAWN SAYS oh my god here it is.... caleb debut we up!! this was the product of horny from the caleb gc and i have to thank everyone for fuelling this piece with sm thots (no prayers) ily all caleb fawkers <3 writing this took like 5 years from me (dying from the horny) so please enjoy and do let me know what you think <3

✧₊⁺ x/twt

Caleb knew this was wrong.

He knew with every fiber of his being that what he was doing was completely, irrevocably and utterly wrong.

And yet, he couldn't stop himself. It was like an addiction.

You were like an addiction.

It started with one missing pair.

In your defense, work had been pushing you too hard, and whatever spare time you could muster was dedicated to rotting on the couch. You would wave him off whenever he offered to do the laundry with a distracted,

"Sure. Thanks, Caleb."

He didn't mind. Of course, he didn't. If only he could use this chance to get what he wanted—your favorite pair of lacy panties.

It was a gorgeous pair. Black lace, with a little bow in the front, slightly crumpled from being wrapped around your hips all day, and if he really locked in, he swore he could feel the remnants of your body heat still pressed between the lacy crevices.

But, that wasn't the best part.

The best part was the little wet spot right on the innocuous fabric. A spot which he would press his nose into and inhale; flick out his tongue and run it along the seam, swearing he could taste your musk in his mouth.

That's funny, you commented one day, shooting him a look of confusion. Did you see where my underwear went?

And he would shrug, giving you a teasing look. "Maybe the washing machine ate it, Pipsqueak."

You frowned, wondering if he was pulling your leg. A day later, you found it crumpled and still damp in the back of the washing machine, and shrugged. Maybe Caleb forgot about it.

You had no idea how he had wrapped that delicate scrap of last around the base of his cock last night and was jerking off thinking about the face you’d make once he sank balls deep inside of you. How he had his sleep shirt stuck between his teeth, sweat bulleting down his toned chest and forehead, furiously jacking off his raw cock with the little lacy number stuffed in his fist. Imagining it was you—your cries, your moans, your sighs echoing right in his ear as you rode him.

The guilt hit him immediately after that and he tried his best to scrub his seed from your panties, crumpling it up and tossing it into the back of the washing machine like he had forgotten to take it out.

And so, the cycle continued.

Every laundry day, you'd find one pair missing, only to show up inconspicuously in the back of the washing machine. You were starting to see a pattern: this only happened when Caleb was on laundry duty.

You weren't as stupid as he thought you were. And you had to admit, the thought of Caleb taking your panties, doing God knows what he did with them, stirred a curious flicker of heat in your belly.

It was on a random Wednesday night when grandma was out for a dinner that you decided to make your move. You hid behind the pillar as you watched your childhood friend doing laundry, keeping your eyes peeled on his every movement.

Caleb looked good tonight. He had just come back from a gym session, face flushed, muscles swollen and pumped. He was shirtless, bare chest glistening, the military tag with the apple charm you gave him dangling from his neck. A pair of headphones muted him from your silent observations, letting you stalk him in peace.

Like the proverbial forbidden fruit, you couldn't keep your eyes off him. You had no idea what to make of these new... feelings... you've developed for him, but you sure as hell didn't want to waste an opportunity to catch him in the middle of your suspicions.

And, there it was. A flick of his wrist that was quicker than the speed of light thanks to his Evol—but, you caught it all the same.

Your panties flew from the laundry basket and into his sweatpants pocket, where he stuffed his fist inside to jam it down further.

You wanted to call him out, corner him and ask what he was doing with your intimate undergarments.

But, you kept quiet, letting him go about his work.

It was only at night when you gathered the courage to confront him, standing right at the front of his bedroom door. You raised your fist to knock, but to your surprise, the door was cracked ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the darkened hallway.

Cautiously, you stepped inside his room, immediately hit with the sounds of his low grunts and moans.

With his back to you, Caleb was sitting on the edge of the bed, pumping his cock with something held tightly in his fist. Light as a cat, you slunk into the room, taking him off guard by your sudden appearance by his side.

"Ah!" He squeaked and whipped his head around, looking wildly from the wide open door to your curious expression. "How did you—what did you—why're you here?!"

You pointed at the door with a lazy flick of your wrist. "You left it open, dummy."

His huffs and groans fell on deaf ears as your gaze landed on a familiar scrap of lace in his hand. "I knew it..."

Before he could defend himself, you snatched his fist, dragging it closer to your face as you forced him to reveal the truth to you. To your surprise, he didn't resist, letting you open his clenched fist as his free hand tugged his cock back under the band of his sweatpants. The highpoints of his cheeks were dusted with pink, and honestly looked like he was about to break into tears at your next words.

"I had my suspicions all along... but, this is all I needed to know."

Caleb was breathing hard, his bare chest flushed with shame and embarrassment. He couldn’t look you in the eye, the welling guilt overflowing through his stammers and stuttering words.

"Look, I can explain—I-I... that is to say—it wasn't my intention... I didn't mean to..."

The words tangled in his mouth, losing steam once he realized there was no going back from this. A huge boundary and line had been crossed, and it was going to take more than an apology to get back into your good graces.

He ran a hand through his mused hair, licking his swollen lips. Caleb couldn't fathom what was in your gaze—whether it was disgust, anger or something else entirely.

But, what he couldn’t deny was how your eyes flickered right to the bulge straining in his pants, the dot of pre staining the front from hastily hiding his arousal from your glare.

What is this feeling inside of me? You thought as you slowly approached him, your panties fisted tightly in your hand. Why am I not yelling at him? Or, scolding him?

In fact, why were you looking at him like you wanted him to… continue?

Caleb’s expression morphed from mortification to curiosity, and he gazed at you as you approached him, arms crossed in front of your body. He opened his mouth, intending to say something, when you tossed your lace panties right on the seat of his lap.

“Go on.”

Two words. Caleb’s brain felt like it was malfunctioning.

“What… wh-what do you mean—?” He trailed off, falling mute at the fire dancing behind your eyes. He tried hard not to gape when you sat down next to him, observing him like he was a bug under a microscope, scrutiny heavy in your silence.

Whatever shred of logic he had left disappeared the second you gave him your consent. Caleb slowly tugged down his sweatpants, letting his half-hard cock spring free. He grasped the base of his girth, keeping his gaze locked on yours, gauging your reaction. Your blank face gave nothing away, and he took a deep breath, suddenly wondering if he would be able to perform under pressure… so to speak.

“Touch yourself for me… gege.”

Your sweet tone, coupled with his honorific, made his cock twitch, coming back to life. Caleb gritted his teeth, wanting to stop himself from jacking off, but unable to deny how your command was making him feel.

He was hot all over, goosebumps rising on his skin. Biting back a low moan, he picked up where he left off, his movements a bit stiffer and shy.

Surprising him, you leaned forward, wrapping your palm around his fingers, helping him move his slick fist up and down, increasing the pressure.

“Holy—slow down,” he cursed under his breath, glancing at you with burning, violet eyes. “It’s not some j-joystick, Pipsqueak—mhmph.”

Caleb thought he was hallucinating your lips on his, but when his eyes fluttered shut and your taste permeated your mouth, he was acutely aware of how close you were. You tasted like strawberries, your soft lips drawing him in deeper till he was close to drowning. Ragged gasps and breaths echoed between the space where your mouths were connected by a single strand of spit.

His cheeks were hotter than two suns, stomach doing a flip when he felt you gripping his wrist, quickening his movements.

“So, this is where all my panties went,” you murmured, gaze half-lidded and eyes dark with desire.

Caleb felt like someone had punched him right in the gut when you planted your lips on his throat, sucking your claim onto his skin. He tipped his head back to give you more access to his neck, groaning out your name.

I’m dreaming, he thought. There is no way in hell this is happening.

But, it was. You were here, right in the flesh. Close was never close enough for you when you clambered onto his lap, taking over from his flustered movements to jack him off.

“You’re disgusting, Caleb,” you purred, lips swollen from his kisses.

He gasped when you twisted your wrist, the rough material of your lace panties chafing his cock in the best way.

“Absolutely… repulsive.” You marked each word with heated puffs in the crook of his neck, running your tongue over the ridge of his jaw. “Using your mei mei’s panties like this to get yourself off…”

Caleb gasped at the rough sensation of your tongue on his neck, never expecting you to tease him this boldly.

“That’s not—” he broke off in a whine when you started to slide your thumb over his leaking head. “... shit…” he hissed, eyes rolling into the back of his skull.

“What’d you say?”

“... nothing…” Caleb exhaled shakily, knowing he could do nothing but let you have your way with him.

Circling his sensitive tip with your thumb, you teased him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you would say.”

But, for all your bravado, the slick pooling in the pair of panties you had on now was hard to ignore. The feeling of Caleb’s hulking, muscular figure trembling underneath your smaller one injected you with a dose of cockiness.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He hissed when you tugged on his girth, using your other hand to fondle his balls.

Shit. It was one thing to jerk himself off, but another to have the woman he loved doing it.

Caleb wasn’t even phased with the realization, his mind feeling like it was floating a million miles away. Lightheaded and overcome by awe, he thought this moment might’ve been a hallucination conjured up by his desperate wishes.

You, sitting on his lap, looking absolutely delicious and depraved, licking your lips as you milked him towards the biggest orgasm of his life.

His hips moved against his volition, snapping into yours. To his surprise, he felt you grinding down on him, reciprocating his actions. The fighter pilot was holding onto his dear life to not spill all over your hands, batting your insistent digits away, breathing heavily.

“N-no, Pipsqueak, hold on—”

He thought he had finally lost it when you got onto your knees, glancing up at him with wide, doe eyes. You unwrapped your lace panties from his cock like it was a depraved gift bow, tossing the delicate scrap to the ground. Caleb’s lashes brushed his cheekbones as he took in the sight of you on your knees, lips mere inches away from his throbbing cock. In a position he had envisioned you would be in since the first time he understood the meaning of lust.

“Come on,” he murmured, brows knitted. “Stop playing—”

His protests died the second you wrapped your lips around his swollen cockhead, lapping at his precum.

“Shhhiiit,” Caleb exhaled like a deflated tire, resisting the urge to sink his fingers in your hair and fuck your mouth.

While he was taking in the glorious moment of you sucking his dick, his keen ears picked up the sounds of footsteps outside the hallway. In a flash, he twitched his fingers, and his room door went slamming shut.

“... Caleb?”

Josephine’s voice echoed from behind the door. Instead of freezing and getting off his cock like a normal person, you continued to suck him off, bobbing your head up and down his shiny, spit-soaked length. The soft gurgling of your throat taking his cock reached his heated ears and he cursed under his breath, hoping his grandmother of all people couldn’t hear your stupid stunt.

“Uh, yeah, grandma?”

He bit back a moan when he felt your tongue slide across the thick, bulging vein down the side of his cock, leaving whispery kisses over his length. He just about nearly spurted some pre right into your eye when grandma asked him, “Where’s Y/N?” and you unexpectedly deep throated him.

“A-ah, I have no idea!” His voice was higher-pitched than usual, those violet eyes boring right into yours, warning you to quit it without words.

“Caleb?” Josephine’s concern shone past the thick barrier.

His heart dropped into his stomach when he heard the door knock jangling. With a level of concentration he usually reserved for the field, not the bedroom, Caleb increased the pressure of his Evol to create a dense weight behind his door, barring her from entering.

“I don’t know where she is, Gran,” he called out, hoping he didn’t sound too strained. You breathed a laugh, mouth still full of his cock, and he shot you a glare.

“Are you alright?”

She refused to leave him alone, and Caleb cursed under his breath.

“I’m fine,” he reassured her, trying his best to sound level-headed and not like he was getting the best head of his life.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and he had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from expelling an embarrassing moan.

Clearly still unconvinced, Josephine cleared her throat. “Okay, Caleb. Goodnight.”

You giggled softly when a drop of pre hit the back of your throat, lapping up the bitter-salty taste which was clearly a sign of his growing excitement from something so taboo and wrong.

“Okay… night, Gran,” he mumbled in a strained tone.

Her footsteps shuffled away from the door, and Caleb was left with his full attention on you.

“You feisty little vixen,” he groaned, leaning back on his arms to enjoy the sight of you down the line of his body.

As you continued to suck him off, Caleb’s breathing grew more unsteady, his bravado and confidence stripped away to be lapped up by your surprisingly talented mouth.

He wanted to ask you how’d you know to suck cock so well, but he thinks the answer would upset him.

In this moment, you were his and his alone. Screw the previous guys you were with—Caleb wants to be the only one you ever think about whenever you take dick.

Your cheeky tongue expertly swirls over his weeping tip, and he stifles down a loud groan.

“You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” He threaded his fingers through your hair, tugging on it as you took him deeper down your throat.

Mouth stuffed with him, you flicked your tongue over his heavy, leaking shaft and shot him a smirk.

Caleb’s breathing grew heavier, close to his finish line.

He gritted his teeth, giving you one last chance to back off before he made a mess in your pretty mouth.

“I’m close,” he whispered, knowing Gran would be in the other room, sound asleep.

You hummed, and to his delight and mortification, massaged his taint with your knuckles.

Holy… He bit out. “S-shit. You gotta show me the guy who’s been teaching you how to do t-this,” he stammered. “I need to beat him up.”

You giggled, letting him go with a soft ‘pop’, licking your swollen lips. It didn’t take much for him to spurt all over your hands, hot and thick, as you continued to fist his length and massage his weak point at the same time.

Caleb was breathing hard like he had just finished running a marathon, his entire body limp like jelly noodles. He sagged onto the bed, grunting softly when you shifted onto his body, straddling his lap.

Looking smug like the cat who got the cream, you traced a nail down his broad chest. Caleb caught your hand before it could move down to tease his spent dick, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss onto your knuckles instead.

“I think that’s enough exploration for now, Pipsqueak,” he muttered, chest still rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. You hummed and much to his fascination and consternation, lifted your cum-coated fingers to your mouth to suck them clean absent-mindedly.

Caleb’s dick twitched at the sight, coming back to life.

His blood pumped hard with the undeniable yearning and lust he’s had to deny himself for the longest time since he’d known what love meant.

He chuckled tiredly, and without much effort, straightened up, bringing you with him. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Pipsqueak.”

Despite the fast track to this new development in your relationship, you were both still friends first. Banter, inside jokes and giggles filled the bathroom where he cleaned you up, intent to take care of you after you treated him so well.

As much as you thought things would be different, it felt like… nothing had changed at all.

Caleb didn’t speak of the night since it happened, going back to teasing smiles, hair ruffles and his brotherly brand of affection. If it weren’t for your missing panties from the laundry basket which happened every Wednesday like clockwork, you would’ve thought you hallucinated the entire ordeal with him.

You had no idea if you should confront him again. A part of you even wondered if he was embarrassed of the whole thing—if he wanted to pretend like the entire night hadn’t happened because he couldn’t stomach the thought of you. Shame and guilt paralyzed you from speaking about the whole ordeal, and you kept your head down, trying to avoid him if you could whenever he came back home after his training.

Since he was home for his summer holidays before returning back to the field, Caleb’s days back were limited. There was no rhyme or reason for you to pursue something so fragile, but a part of you couldn’t help but hope he would speak to you first.

“Y/N? Aren’t you going to finish your food?” Gran’s concerned tone broke you from your reverie and you shook your head, forcing a smile.

“I’m not hungry,” you replied, picking up your plate of untouched food and cutlery before stepping into the kitchen, almost bumping into Caleb.

“Whoa, Pipsqueak. You’re done already?”

You were never good at maintaining a poker face, so when he glanced at you, Caleb could tell something was wrong.

“Hey—”

You stepped away from him, plastering on a bright grin to hide the lapse of your emotions. “I already ate at work. I’m fine.”

Somehow, he wasn’t convinced. But, you didn’t give him a chance to ask how you were before you booked it back to your bedroom, shutting the door and locking it for extra measure. You were a grown woman now, and yet, this rejection from Caleb stung like you were a jilted teenager all over again.

Huffing, you almost forgot that tonight would be the night of his DAA Fundraiser Gala—a night where you agreed to accompany him as his plus one since Gran couldn’t make it.

It was one thing to see him again after practically finding out your childhood friend used your lacy undergarments as jerk off material, and it was another ballpark altogether to attend an event by his side, pretending to be his loving, younger sister while fighting off these strange emotions of love and heartbreak threatening to spill over.

Caleb could tell your heart wasn’t in it tonight when he pulled his bike in front of the Administration building where the Gala was in full swing.

The entire ride here, you hadn’t said a single word, your arms wrapped around him, but your mind felt like it was a million miles away.

Before you could step away from the bike and walk ahead to the front doors, Caleb caught up to you, grabbing your wrist.

“Hey. Can we… talk?”

He was stuttering, ears turning a bright red when you turned around with a little, “Hmm?”

The taller, older man hummed and hawed, rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze bounced from your eyes to the floor, an exhausting yo-yo of unspoken words and desires.

“You… look beautiful.”

You glanced down at the simple black dress you chose for tonight, noting its lack of frills or embellishments. “You’ve seen me wear this dress a thousand times. It’s nothing special.”

Your callous disregard of his praise made him wince, and Caleb shook his head. “Pipsqueak, no. That’s not what I meant. I… I think you look beautiful tonight. As in you and not the dress.”

He trailed off and you held your breath, vain hope blooming in your chest at the sudden fondness glimmering in his eyes.

“You… mean that?”

He was about to open his mouth and reply when one of his subordinates clapped him on the back, effectively shooting this tenacious moment between you and Caleb down with a shattering bark of laughter.

“Captain Xia! You finally made it in time for the raffle.”

Caleb winced at the interruption, but mustered a grin, clasping his comrade on the shoulder. “I’ll see you inside, Ethan.”

The man named Ethan tipped his head towards you, a wiry shock of ginger curls falling right into his hazel eyes. “Evening, Miss Y/N. You look beautiful.” Not one to stick around after flirting his way through half of Skyhaven, Caleb’s colleague hightailed it towards another group of girls, leaving a blank, ringing silence behind which engulfed you two.

You could tell Caleb wasn’t exactly fond of Ethan’s praise, his amethyst eyes darkening a shade deeper, glittering like an uncut gem in the heart of a dark cavern.

But, he shook off the jealousy and turned to you, extending his arm politely.

Despite the awkwardness lingering between you, you took his arm, unsure what this gesture meant.

Caleb glanced at you, a subtle furrow in his brow which belied his true emotions. He wanted to ask you how you were after the entire reveal—if you had it in your heart to forgive him. But, the words clogged in the back of his throat, lost in the oasis of his slowly fading hopes and dreams that the two of you could ever be more than just friends.

How can he entertain such a thought when you had someone like Zayne in your life? Caleb shuddered. If there was anyone who was perfect for you, it would be the dark-haired man who was your primary physician. He glanced at you throughout the whole night, watching as you danced, ate and bantered with his teammates. How effortlessly you fit into his life without so much as a hitch.

Halfway through the second song, Ethan asked you to dance with him, and you agreed, taking his hand. Caleb struggled to keep his jealousy under wraps when he noticed how you tossed your head back, laughing at something his handsome colleague said. Before he could stop himself, the fighter pilot captain stood up and squeezed his way to the dance floor, taking your hand and tugging you into his arms while you were in the middle of a twirl.

“Caleb!” You gasped, and he glanced over at Ethan, giving him a dumbfounded colleague a cheeky wink.

Ignoring your protest, Caleb smoothly guided you through a slow waltz, taking this time to hold you close. You struggled to put some distance between your bodies, worried that his colleagues would get the wrong idea.

“Caleb, we’re in public—”

“So?” He interjected teasingly. The chandelier overhead threw specks of light onto the dancefloor, fragments of rays speckling his grin. “People can say what they want, Pipsqueak. I’m here with you—that’s all that matters.”

He spun you in his arms effortlessly, reminding you again of how easily he could maneuver your body. Giddy from the champagne and restless from the feelings you were trying so hard to forget from that forbidden night you shared with each other, you spoke the first thing that came to your mind.

“Caleb, do I mean anything to you?”

His grin faltered, though his movements were smooth and sure as he gently wrapped his arm around your waist, playfully dipping you low before putting you back to your feet.

“Of course, you do. You’re my Pipsqueak,” he murmured, soft enough that you needed to move closer to hear him better.

But, Caleb could see the doubt flickering across your expression, and he quickly rectified his insensible confession.

“No. Crap—that’s not what I meant,” he stumbled over his words, the two of you coming to a stop in the middle of the dance floor. Despite the couples twirling and giggling around you, it felt like you were in a bubble, lost in each other’s presence and gazes.

“I like you,” he admitted softly, cringing when he came to the realization that the reason you were being so distant these past few days was because of him. “And I have always… I’ve loved you. Since as long as I can remember.” He had no idea where the confidence to spew these lifelong words he’s kept fast to his chest came from, but it burst forth from the dam the moment he gave his true emotions permission to overflow.

You gaped at him. Under the strobing lights, Caleb couldn’t take his eyes off you, the flickering beams highlighting just how goddamn beautiful you were.

“You… like me?”

If his feelings weren’t obvious enough, Caleb leaned forward and without a single shred of fear, he kissed you, softly and sure. Right on the lips where everyone could see.

He didn’t care if someone had spotted him basically professing his love to the woman he had grown up with. The same one who Josephine gave the impression of being his younger sister. All that was on Caleb’s mind now was tearing down your doubts of him not loving you.

Your pretty eyes fluttered wide open when he pulled away, common sense snapping you back to the reality of standing on the dance floor as he waited for you to say something.

But, you had a better idea to truly show him your love.

Grabbing his hand, you pulled him from the dance floor and towards the exit, turning back to find him grinning knowingly. The flicker of desire you ignited that night when you caught him with your panties matured into something deeper. Something more carnal.

He took the lead, knowing this building like the back of his hand. There was a hidden room on the second floor where lecturers kept their projectors, and he dragged you right into the dark spot, pushing the door open, and then pushing you against it.

Caleb’s violet eyes shone brighter than jewels as he leaned in closer, lips millimeters from yours.

“I want you…”

Intoxicated by his scent, his presence, his everything, you leaned in, too, eyes drooping close, your voice soft and hypnotizing as you whispered:

“Then, take me.”

Caleb couldn’t waste another moment anymore. His lips slammed into yours with a bruising force and he kissed you like a starved man denied the taste of honey for thousands of years. The sweetness of you coated his palette, saturating his tongue till he felt like he could drown in your flavor. You kissed him back just as ardently, desperate to feel him closer.

The inexplicable heat of your bodies pressed against each other began to fog up the windows of this tiny room, your mouths meeting in between stirring gasps and ragged moans.

His lips charted a path from your jaw to your throat, down to the dip of your collarbone. The feel of him tonguing the rise of your breasts past the edge of your dress made a spark of electricity run up your spine. They said that the most sensitive parts of a human’s body were the fingertips and tongue with 100 pressure receptors in one cubic centimeter.

You were starting to realize how correct the fact was. The smoothness of his skin under your fingertips, the texture of his tongue curling around yours, seemed to be magnified by tenfold, your entire body aroused beyond reason.

“You taste divine…”

His whisper in your ear made the hairs on the back of your neck tingle. You moaned when he backed you up against the wall, hooking your thighs around his waist.

You chuckled at his impatience, your hip bumping into an old projector.

“S-slow down,” you teased in a shaky voice, digging your heels into his lower back. “I’m not leaving.”

He grunted, using one hand to unbutton the front of his pants. “Can’t take the risk.”

The sight of him, bulging behind his gray boxers, solidified to you how real this felt. How you were about to get fucked by your oldest childhood friend in what was the DAA’s broom closet.

Despite the less than romantic setting, the sparks flying between your bodies was hard to deny. The mounting heat left you susceptible to exhaling soft moans whenever his lips smeared hasty kisses on your throat and jaw. His teeth preyed on the sensitive strip of your neck, leaving behind careless love bites, his devouring mouth bringing the blood to your skin and gifting you marks in the shape of his mouth.

It was too dark to make out much of the sight of his cock, but in the sparse scattering of light shining through the grimy windows, you could make out at least 6 inches of flaccidity which was growing into a monster waiting to impale you.

Heart in your throat and a pulse in your pussy, you eagerly lifted your hips, waiting for him to give you what you want.

“Impatient, aren’t we, Pipsqueak?” He teased, though the ragged quality of his voice belied his true need. It felt hot and stuffy inside this little room, but you didn’t mind the mugginess.

Rivulets of sweat dripped down your back and neck, beads of sweat collecting on his brow. Caleb was fighting his inner demons to just grab and ravish you without a care for anything else in this goddamn world. It wasn’t exactly the ‘roses-on-bed-scented-candles-all-night-loving’ he envisioned for his first time, but he still had to be gentle.

He was determined to not hurt you.

Using his raw strength to lift you with one arm, Caleb discreetly snuck a stroke, making sure he was ready to claim you.

Your eyes shone demurely with mushy desire, glowing softly in the lack of light. Caleb was mesmerized when he slowly unzipped your dress. Your tits were right in his face, held captive by the loving lacy grip of your bra, and he didn’t spare another second to drag them down, letting your pillowy softness overspill right into his waiting mouth.

Caleb took one hard nipple in his mouth, rolling the sensitive peak with his tongue. Your soft gasps and hitched whines were making him leak all over the dusty floors, and he growled, grazing his teeth on the stiff bud.

He loved how your hips clipped against his and groaned under his breath when you buried your fingers in his hair, tugging on the roots.

“You’re gonna pluck some strands out if you keep this up,” he grumbled when you pulled harder. The ghost of your laughter brushed the delicate shell of his ear, and Caleb felt your warm tongue trace the ridges.

Closer to you now, he could plainly hear your quiet whines. Taking his time to prep you, Caleb ignored the strain of lifting you up, enjoying the weight of your body in his grasp as he quickly stuffed his index and middle finger down his mouth.

Lubricating it well with his spit, he used the two soaked digits to pry the seat of your panties aside, before gently easing them right into your fluttering hole.

Your gasp reverberated across the room and he shushed you, planting his mouth on yours to quell your whimpers and moans.

“C-Caleb—”

Shit. You’re so tight. He murmured right into the crook of your throat, flicking his tongue out to taste your skin.

Beautiful girl, he whispered. You love this, don’t you?

The stretch of his fingers felt immaculate, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, slowly feeding you inch after inch. Caleb knew he didn’t exactly have the smallest hands, and that was partly what made this so fun.

If you struggled to take his fingers, imagine how tight you would be wrapped around his cock.

The blood rushed straight to his head, leaving him dizzy. He licked his lips, settling knuckle-deep into the depths of your cunt.

The violet-haired man groaned the same moment you mewled out his name.

Caleb… shit… you’re so deep…

He chuckled throatily. I can go deeper, baby.

Scissoring his fingers, Caleb established a rhythm which had your entire body shaking.

His mouth stays latched around your nipple, plumping it up with arousal from tender suction and licks.

Your breathy whimpers and heady sighs went straight to his neglected cock. But, Caleb didn’t care. He wanted to fully focus on you.

You like that, baby?

Devotion flooded his instincts, loving how you held onto him tighter as if he was both your anchor and the storm wrecking you apart.

You gurgled a cross between a whimper and a sigh, nodding. “It feels good, Caleb.”

You weren’t lying. The way you were squeezing down on him made Caleb feel like he was in a dream.

Yeah? He huffed, licking a strip from your jaw to your lower lip. Loving your mewled and arched your back.

Once your sweet pussy began to flutter uncontrollably, Caleb knew it was time to really claim you once and for all.

The thrill of fucking you with your clothes still on was part of the entire charm of why Caleb had fallen in love with you. Daring, bold, kind—you were the physical embodiment of all his dreams coming true.

And he never stopped reminding you of how lucky he was to have you.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling,” he cooed. The feeling of his cock sinking deep inside of you couldn't compare to his fingers.

For one, he was girthier than you expected; stretching you further than what you could handle. Caleb had to clamp a hand over your mouth to staunch your sweet moans.

Ssh. You don’t want them to find us out, don’t you?

Sweet and obedient, you hummed, shaking your head. The honeyed tenderness in his violet eyes never disappeared, the affection in them shining through with unconcealed devotion.

Your dulcet mewl of, “Caleb, please,” went straight to his dick like a lightning strike, and the last strands of his patience snapped.

Caleb wanted to take it nice and slow, but the building heat between the both of you that has been stoking for years and years on his end, displaced his common sense.

He needed to have you; he needed to claim you.

In one swift motion, Caleb lifted you by the hips, hissing in pleasure when you hastily tugged your panties down, allowing him to nudge the tip of his cock past the snug fit of your drooling pussy.

He grunted the second your sweet heat and vulnerable walls closed on him, encapsulating him in your intoxicating warmth.

Caleb felt your forehead press to his, the closeness of you spiking his heart rate. Despite the position and location he had you in, the air was clouded with intimacy.

Your soft sighs, your yielding kisses, the subdued moans you bit back so as not to give any nosy eavesdroppers an idea of how good he was indulging you, made his head spin with love and his cock twitch with lust.

You’re so big, you whispered and he almost came into your tight heat.

Caleb grunted, sweat stinging his eyes and dripping down his cheeks. “You’ll be the death of me, darling,” he murmured, losing himself in your gooey, wide doe eyes. “You feel amazing.”

Grunts, moans and puffs of heat touching each other’s lips filled the space. Your body was making him so high; no amount of stimulants or adrenaline could make his heart pound this fast.

When you pressed your lips to his, Caleb just about had a stroke of Nirvana, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, voice low and deep as he murmured, “I’m close.”

He’d been with girls before, but none of them were you. Experience couldn’t trump the novelty of tasting the first girl he had ever been in love with.

Tears pricked in your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming.

Caleb… oh… oh… shit.

He felt you tighten on him, the soft plop plop plop of your bodies meeting each other in a sloppy, heavenly embrace loud through the rush of blood flowing in his ears.

Caleb pushed his tongue right into your mouth, at the same moment you cried out his name, muffling your cries.

You were being so unbelievably good for him, not a hint of restraint, and he kept on going. Caleb dug his heels into the ground, propelling his hips in powerful surges, the fucking grip of your pussy on him so warm, wet and tight.

He has no desire of stopping, intent on pushing you over the edge. To get your body to recognize his undeniable claim on it.

You’re being so good for me, princess, he breathed hotly into your ear. I can feel you clamping down—fuck. Don’t stop.

Your nails stabbed into his shoulders, dragging down his back.

His precum mixed with your juices, dripping to the floor, your body shaking like an earthquake was ripping through it.

Please—you panted. Don’t stop.

Caleb didn’t want to. He wanted nothing more than to stuff you full of his seed, and to finally see his claim dripping white hot and thick down your thighs.

He has been dreaming of this day since he figured out how to jack himself off—the star of his filthiest fantasies finally in his arms.

Caleb dug his fingers into the plush fat of your thighs, using it as leverage to jerk you up and down his slick cock. He can tell you’re approaching your high from the scrunch in your brow, the way your lips are slack and parted.

“Caleb…”

He encouraged your release with a hearty squeeze, the feeling of his cock rutting deeper into you making your toes curl behind his back.

You tossed your head back, letting a shameless moan escape. Fingers tangling his hair, his mouth pressed to yours, you squeaked, your climax hanging on a tenacious thread.

He broke it with his lips pressed to your ear, growling at you—cum for me, princess. Give me all of your sweet cum.

Your heels stabbed into his lower back almost painfully, the sting enough to push him over the edge together with you. Caleb pumped you full of his cum, relentless in his need to conquer you.

His seed painted your walls, your breaths plucking into a whiny, high-pitched moan. If he hadn’t just blown the biggest load in his life, Caleb was sure he would’ve combust into flames when you sucked on his bottom lip needily, murmuring about how much you loved his cum inside of you.

Caleb brushed a soft kiss to your forehead, setting you back down to your feet. You wobbled and stumbled, needing to hold onto the thick trunk of his bicep to steady yourself.

The flush on your cheeks and the glassy look in your eyes was a complete telltale to what you both had done in this closet, and yet, he wanted to see you squirm even more.

Deftly, without you noticing, Caleb used his Evol to flick your skirt up, smoothly removing your panties and stuffing it into his pocket. He grinned at your aghast expression, words saccharine sweet and dubiously innocent.

“What? That’s my souvenir for the night.”

You had no energy to fight him off, not when he was helping you adjust your dress and hair. Once you were decently dressed and he made sure his pants had no wrinkles, Caleb steps out of the closet, glancing left to right before tightening his grip on your hand and leading you out.

Your earth shattering release still humming in your bones, you almost felt shy to meet his eyes under the flickering, warm lights.

But, Caleb didn’t let you marinate in your shyness for too long, squeezing your hand and shooting you a bright, reassuring grin.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you home.”

Not Pipsqueak. Not Y/N.

But, princess.

Caleb’s princess.

You squirmed under his gaze, but not for the reasons he thought. Caleb glanced at you, curiosity shining in his eyes when you whispered softly: “Can I have my panties back?”

He grinned, cocking a brow. “And why should I do that, princess?”

You plastered on a scowl, narrowing your eyes. “Because,” you huffed, “Your stupid cum is leaking down my thighs.”

Against your wishes, you felt the faint stirrings of his Evol brushing your legs, though to someone not accustomed to it, the pressure probably felt like the slightest hint of a breeze. Using his Evol, Caleb slid it between your folds, finding your puffy pussy and to your mortification, the pressure solidified.

Safely stuffing you full of his cum.

You opened your mouth, about to comment on his audacity when you were accosted by Ethan, who’s self-assured smirk faltered the moment he saw Caleb’s hand in yours.

“Yo… isn’t she your sister?”

Caleb’s eyes darkened, and he straightened at the intrusive question, his usual jovial, light tone now deeper and authoritative.

“Do you always make it a habit to make such intrusive comments on your captain’s relationships, Lieutenant Cole?”

The second Caleb uttered his rank, Ethan sobered up and clicked his heels together, arms folded behind his back as he looked past his superior’s shoulder.

“No, sir,” Ethan said clearly, shaking his head. “Of course, not, sir.”

Caleb nodded, apparently satisfied, and tightened his grip on your hand. “Come on, princess. Let’s go home before Gran gets worried.”

The older man knew the second his back was turned, Ethan would run off and gossip with the rest of his cohort, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Let the rumor mill churn. As long as Caleb has you by his side, he wouldn’t pay a single shred of attention to the whispers.

You were noticeably shaken by the encounter with Ethan and Caleb squeezed your hand, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“Hey. You okay, Pipsqueak?”

A deep breath. “Are you sure you… want this?” Are you sure you want me?

The silent question was unspoken, yet he heard it all the same.

“Of course, I do,” he said and proving without a shadow of doubt at how serious he was for you, Caleb drew you closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “I want this. I want you. And nothing is ever going to change my mind on this.”

Relieved and a little touched by his insistence, Caleb saw the trust spreading across your face; your belief in him strengthening.

“Come on, princess,” he murmured, voice warm as he tugged you towards his motorcycle. “Let’s head home—I’m not done with you yet.”

Clutching his hand tighter, you flashed him a carefree grin and nodded.

Home with Caleb. Home and Caleb.

Both felt incredibly right.

a/n: i need a cold shower and caleb to come home stat .... reblogs and feedback are so beloved <3

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innocentvenus · 25 days ago

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ཐི♡ཋྀ Welcome Back

Content - breeding, Caleb calls your pussy her lmfao, multiple cream pies, it’s been like a month since I wrote smut Caleb just awoke something in me

“Shhhh, you had your time with me earlier, now it’s her turn.” Caleb murmurs in your ear from his place on your back. His cock thrusting in and out at a slow pace.

Whining into the pillow, your noises barely audible. “I said, shh. She’s talking. It’s rude to interrupt.” Caleb says firmly as he yanks your face up from the pillow and covers your mouth. “Yeah just bite down on my fingers. Just like that pipsqueak.” He groans out.

You’re barely able to hear anything other than him. “That’s it.” He praises as he looks down at where his cock connects you two. “Let her talk to me.” He watches intensely as your pussy squelches with multiple loads of cum in it already.

“I think she’s saying she needs another one.” Caleb murmurs as he grinds down into you, his balls grazing your clit. You whine out against his hand at the sensitive feeling.

“Yeah? You agree with her?” He laughs. “You want your best friend to breed you? Knock you up?” You clench down on him at his words and he laughs again.

“Well if my two favorite girls want it, who am I to say no?”

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cheshire-chronicles · 26 days ago

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something about caleb faking his amnesia, observing your response to his offer of a fresh start. he watches as you set up a potted rose on the kitchen table.

“what’s that for?” he asks mildly, softening the edges he thought you retaliated against.

“an analogy.”

“an analogy?” that sparks something; he straightens up slightly, eyeing you with something breaking past his act. “of what?”

“well, it is, technically, room decor.” you grin, before meeting his gaze. “but it’s also an analogy. of us, to be specific.”

“how so?”

“the vines.”

he watches as you curl your finger around two rose vines, showing how they’re intertwined around each other, coiling like two snakes. the flowers bloom together, one slightly larger than the other, folding the smaller within its petals. the visuality makes something tighten in his chest; makes honey churn in his stomach.

“just like us, don’t you think?” you say, still under the impression that he’s lost his memories. still thinking you have some sort of upper hand here to manipulate his thoughts and feelings.

he had thought there was a chance you might run; might create lies; might try to break down everything between them. he was wrong.

you coyly bite one fallen rose-red petal between your teeth and meet his eyes from under dark lashes. “gege, what do you think?”

he swallows, saliva collecting heavily under his tongue. “of what?”

“my analogy.” a sly glint in your eye. “my flower.”

he wonders if he ought to ditch his act now. pretend to regain his memories now; grin in the face of your bullshit; twist those vines around his own finger. he wonders if you’d gasp and fuss, affronted by his deception, or if you’d whine and mewl, petulant but never too upset with your gege.

he fights to control his simmering emotions. soothes them along with an easy, indulgent smile. “I think it’s sweet. you’re very sweet to your gege, hmm? what a good meimei.”

you preen at his words, as he knew you would. his fingers twitch on the table, and he swiftly fists them and leans his cheek on his knuckles, disguising his own pleasure.

“the best,” you say, baiting for more praise. his spoiled girl.

“the best,” he agrees, and catches the petal between his own teeth when you blow it at him like lovers blow a kiss.

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syrenqinche · 4 days ago

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RANDOM THINGS LADS BOYS REMIND ME OF

⋆⭒˚.⋆ CALEB

mangoes, beach volleyball, summer festivals, lanterns, annual day at school, cheek kisses, band-aids, dad's old toolbox, leather boots, horse riding, cooking classes, campfire, sepia pictures, battered old helmet and jacket, trophy display, diaries, treehouse hideaways, remote controlled airplanes, old concert tickets found in purse pockets, sunrise

⋆⭒˚.⋆ SYLUS

wings and feathers, leather wallets and leather jackets, smoky woody cologne, cherries and wine and dark chocolate, chrome cars, humming songs while doing chores, lace, rush of wind in your ears, heartbeat, engine oil, fresh cut from a rose thorn, ink stains on a satin white shirt, old record player, sleeping shirtless, slow dancing without music

⋆⭒˚.⋆ XAVIER

cloudgazing & stargazing, weighted blankets with AC turned high, misty mornings, lemon popsicles, fabric softener, fountain pens, clean-up weekends, plushies with soft fur, library dates, freshly baked cookies, long walks, visiting school after graduating, skincare, the feeling of meeting someone new and instantly connecting, full moon nights

⋆⭒˚.⋆ RAFAYEL

grandfather clocks, gelato, chocolate covered strawberries, smell of fresh paint, derby races, whiskey aged in old barrels, moonlit rooftop dinners, ocean dipping at midnight, aquarium dates, barbecue nights, pocket watches and ancient maps, telescopes, pencil sketches, exotic spices and fruits, sail boats, reciprocated love, nose to nose rubs

⋆⭒˚.⋆ ZAYNE

late night studying for exams, sleeping with glasses on, knitted scarves, musky cologne, rain on dry pavement, kittens, spirity lab smell, calls over texts, visiting your hometown, work crushes, high rise apartment buildings, having someone to rely on emotionally, late night drives, cabin stays, safely storing every gift you've ever received, rare but bright smiles

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captivating-flavors · 9 days ago

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protection | caleb

pairing: yandere!caleb x reader

prompt: -

summary: caleb locks you up as a way to protect you.

words: 1,299

warning(s): MDNI, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION, yandere!caleb, obsessive!caleb, ooc caleb, cursing/profanity, caleb is (very) insane in this, spoilers to caleb's lore, rearranging of caleb's lore

a/n: ok this is super experimental since ive never tried this sort of style and ive never written anything as dark and unhinged before but rewatching caleb's main story and myth got me wanting to rearrange it a bit and make him a little bit (ok a lot more) unhinged. so enjoy?? reblogs, comments and feedbacks are much appreciated <3

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Tedious.

That was what Caleb thought when he arrived back at his home in Skyhaven. He had just gotten back from the occasion he had been planning for the past month. After all, as the Colonel to the Farspace Fleet, it wasn’t hard for him to fabricate all the necessary cover story and circumstances along with paperwork that was required. But he wished, oh how he wished, that you would just stay put and stop putting yourself in harm’s way so he wouldn’t have to go through the lengths he did.

“Pip-squeak, I’m home.” You heard him call out to you from in front of his bedroom door.

You were on the other side of said door, but you refused to give him a response. You’d let out a curse internally, not expecting that he’d be back so soon, especially when you’re nowhere close to breaking down the door. At this point, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cussed him out in your head.

You were smart. But Caleb was always one step ahead. Especially when it comes to ensuring your safety. He had made sure to take the precautions of installing a new and unbreakable door and he’d also taken the liberty to install a padlock in front of the door. He’d done all that when you passed out last night, due to the exhaustion of yelling and fighting him to let you go.

He took a leave of absence, reasoning being grief, to make sure to not let you out of his sight in the past month, leaving all his Colonel duties to his adjutant and Lieutenant Colonel. Of course, they were the only ones to know that that was merely an excuse. Caleb had no idea, though, how long his leave of absence would be, since you are not to be left to your own devices. For now.

But he had to leave the apartment today. And true to his preconceptions, you had planned to make the most of it. You had been trying for hours to break the door down, to no avail of course. Hence, you’re still stuck here.

Caleb sighed from beyond the door, “I’m coming in, so you better stay away from the door.”

You stepped back and true to his word, the door swung open a few moments later. He was wearing his usual black colonel uniform, looking as put together as ever. You felt his gaze assessing you for a moment before he closed the door behind him.

“You’ve hurt yourself.” Caleb said, noting the bruised and slightly scraped areas on your shoulders, elbow and knees.

You still refused to give him a response, turning your face away from him. He sighed, “C’mon, let’s get you patched up.” He reached out and grabbed your arm, steering you towards the bed.

“No. Fuck you, Caleb.” You moved away from him, dodging his touch.

Oh, how stubborn you were. His unruly little captive bird. He was not planning on using his evol on you, but he eventually does. You were being difficult, he had to keep you from putting more distance and to get you to sit on the bed.

“Let me go, Caleb.” You said with gritted teeth, trying to pull your arm out of his grip.

“Don’t make this hard for yourself.” Caleb said as he loosened his evol to get you to sit on the bed and knelt in front of your sitting form.

He had one hand on your thigh to make sure you’d stay put, as he used his evol with his other hand to retrieve the first aid kit from atop one of his bookshelves. He took his hand off you since he needed both his hands to get the disinfectant onto the cotton balls.

“Screw you!” You pushed at his shoulders as he attempted to press the disinfectant-soaked cotton ball against the scrape on your knee.

He hated using his evol on you but god, you were making it so difficult for him, leaving him no choice.

“Now, now. That’s not what you’re supposed to say when I’m the only one who knows you’re alive.” He chuckled.

“No! The Association–”

“–believes you’re dead. They all did.” His tone laced with finality.

Yes. He did just come from your funeral. Well, fake funeral, technically. He had to make up a reason for your friends and colleagues not to look for you. It wasn’t hard to orchestrate a fake explosion and tell everyone that you died in it. He didn’t even have to provide a body for them to bury, telling them that your remains were unretrievable.

He didn’t plan on actually following through with his threats, at first. But you kept sneaking out and venturing off to the abandoned research facility. Not just once or twice, which he would’ve let slide, but you just kept doing it. Don’t you know that curiosity usually kills the cat? He was just worried about you. He just wanted to keep you safe. Why can’t you just understand that everything he does is for your own good?

“Caleb, you… you can’t do this.”

“Oh, Pip-squeak. I just did.” He looked up at you and smiled. His smile, the one you used to love. The one that used to be accompanied by that warm gaze of his, now nothing more than an expression that felt cold, sinister and detached. “Now, all you have to do is be a good girl and stay put.” He added and continued with patching you up with a band-aid, before moving on to the scrape on your shoulder.

“No!”

“C’mon, Y/N. Stop fighting me.” His tone was calm, but you could feel that he was getting angrier by the moment.

Why couldn’t you just stop fighting him? Why can’t you just be willing to accept the protection he so willingly offers you? Why can’t you just understand that everything he does is for your own good?

“Let me go.” You thrashed within the restraint of his evol and you felt him tighten his grip.

“This is all for your own good, Pip-squeak.” He continued to press the disinfectant towards your scraped shoulder, ignoring the hiss you let out. “Why can’t you just accept my protection?”

“Your protection?” You scoffed, “This is captivity, Caleb.”

“Protection, captivity. Same thing. As long as you’re safe. And you should know that you’re only safe when you’re with me.” He said with certainty. Because it’s true, isn’t it? He’s the only one who can keep you safe.

“If this is what you call protection, then I’m sick of it.” To say you were angry was an understatement, but you just couldn’t stop the tears of anger from falling. Upon hearing you sniffle; he looked up at you. The fact that you’ve been confined to this room for several weeks makes you want to rage, but you knew that this new version of Caleb is… unmovable. A detachment from the Caleb who’d easily fold at the sight of a single teardrop from you.

“If this is your attempt to have me give you more freedom, it’s not working, Pip-squeak.”

“Please, Caleb. Just let me go. I can’t take this anymore.” More tears started flowing.

“You can’t cry your way out of this, Y/N. This is all for your own good.”

He stood as he finished putting on the band-aid on your elbow. “I’m going to make you some food. Your favorite braised chicken wings. So, stay put.” He said as he left the room, leaving you alone with your tears and your determination to find some other way to escape. Because you have to. This was no longer the Caleb of your childhood and this was no longer a version of Caleb you’re willing to tolerate any longer.

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remireee · 22 days ago

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Caleb is the type to reluctantly willingly keep yours and his relationship a secret if you request it—of course, he ain't going down without a bit of a fight but you know how eager he is to please you.

But so help him if anyone asks him about it when you ain't around or god forbid vaguely hinting at their interest in you; 'cause like a waterfall; this man would spill so much that it's so clear it ain't just a slip of the mind.

It's only when words get to you does he start trailing behind you like the puppy he is, sweetly begging for your forgiveness, trying so desperately to hide that shit-eating grin on that stupid face of his ('cause both you and he knows that your guys' secret was bound to be found anyways).

Caleb: "Ohh come on, pipsqueak. I really didn't mean to, it just slipped my mind, I promise it won't happen again. Pleaseee, I'm sorry!"

You: "…you and I both know you aren't sorry."

…

Caleb: "Yeah, you're right~"

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flowergirl-aerith · 10 days ago

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People who don’t like Caleb’s english VA hate fun and whimsy and playfulness 🗣️🗣️🗣️

#I think caleb’s english va is one of the most talented of the english vas #anytime he talks he’s so expressive and it has so much emotion #i love itttt #love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb #lads #lds caleb #lds #caleb x mc #caleb xia #caleb x reader #caleb x you #caleb x y/n #xia yizhou

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4-the-l0ve-0f-art · 24 days ago

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Paper Planes: My Letter To You.

Caleb x GN!Reader oneshot

Genre: Angst

TW: Human experimentation

Word count: 722

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Caleb's early days in the “care” of Ever after the explosion were reminiscent of his days in an orphanage when he was a child. Except this time, you were nowhere in sight, and he was all on his own.

Staring at his reflection in the glass panel across the room, he wondered who might be observing him from the other side. How many might be observing him from the other side.

His body convulsed rapidly for a few seconds as the laser ropes binding his arms and legs to the machines on the wall kept him in place. He cried out from mind-numbing pain. Images of you flashed through his mind.

You call out to him.

“Caleb! Look at this paper plane I made!” You hand over a palm sized light blue paper plane.

“Heyyy, pip-squeak, where did you learn how to make this?” He lifted the delicate paper up to his eyes.

“That's a secret.” You smiled at him. He noticed how the sunlight shone just right on your face.

“You keepin’ secrets from me now?” He smiled, seeing the mischievous glint in your eye.

“Nope! You just wait and see.”

“Pip-squeak planning a surprise? Should I be worried for my safety?” There it was. The teasing tone alot of your conversations with him ended up in.

“Hey! You little--”

The memories of laughter rang in his ears. Another wave of pain shot through his nerves. He pictured you again, handing him a gift box this time.

“What's this?”

“Open it!” You put your hands behind your back, looking pleased with yourself.

He unwrapped the packaging and found a book inside.

“How to make: 35 different plane models using origami” He read out loud, feeling his heart skip a beat.

He looked at you, feeling a smile he couldn't suppress form on his face.

“For me, Pip-squeak?”

“For you.” You looked down, kicking your feet nonchalantly. “.. Make one everytime you miss me, Caleb.”

You looked back up at him.

“I'll be waiting for you.”

This time, the pain didn't stop after a few seconds. His nerves were on fire. His focus on his reflection on the glass blurred and the world turned black.

Caleb woke up in a cold sweat. His head hurt as he felt all his muscles scream from exertion. He stared at the ceiling of his room. Moonlight passed through the tiny window high up from one side of the room.

He sat up slowly. The mattress under his weight felt hard as it pressed into the floor. He picked up a medical report on his left next to the mattress.

He tried tearing a page out of the staples using his right hand. The mechanical arm, having a mind of its own, tore through the middle of the page.

He tried again on the next page, this time using his left hand to tear it out and his right to keep the report in place. It tore out cleanly, a little corner left behind on the staple.

He flexed the mechanical hand, opening and closing his fingers, before slowly folding the paper in half and unfolding it, forming a long rectangle on both sides. The metal fingers twitched under his control.

Then he took the corner on top, folding it to meet the crease in the middle, forming a triangle. As he tried to open his hand again, it got stuck and tore the corner out.

He tried with the other corner. It got stuck and tore out again.

He took another page from the report, going through the same steps, his mechanical arm not willing to cooperate with him.

He took out another.

And another.

Until he was on the last page of the report. Or what was left of it.

Torn paper was scattered around him, and sunlight was starting to shine through the tiny window, but his sole focus was on the paper in front of him.

His head hurt and his body ached. Protested for him to sleep.

But it didn't matter to him. None of it did. Not the pain, not the stares, not the beeping of endless foreign machines ringing in his head.

Not when he was finally staring at the simple paper plane held between the metal fingers.

None of it mattered when you were waiting for him.

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kykyonthemoon · 1 year ago

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Hello! I really enjoy your LaDS writings!

I was wondering if you can do a headcanon with Caleb or Rafayel with a workaholic and burnt out reader?

Thank you so much!

A/N: Dear Anon-san, Thank you so much for requesting <3 For this one, I went with Caleb because I already made something similar to the prompt for Rafayel, where he soothes a stressed out reader (though the reason why she's being like that isn't because of work). You can read it here. I really do enjoy writing for Caleb since we haven't seen many of his story yet in the game. I hope you are content with this story too. On a side note, I've recently got a few requests about a stressful or burnt out reader. I just wanna make sure my readers are doing alright out there <3 Sending you mental support right here through the fics I write <3

A Surprise Visit

Returning home at midnight after a long day of work, you unexpectedly find a guest being in your apartment.

‧₊˚❀༉ Caleb x F!Reader

‧₊˚❀༉ Soft fluff, domestic fluff

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You came home when the clock struck twelve. The night was quiet, only the sound of your tired footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. After what seemed like an endless journey, you finally reached your apartment.

You unlocked the door. A soft glow from within illuminated the corridor. Since you left early in the morning, you did not recall leaving the light on. You let out a long sigh and felt guilty for being forgetful.

Yet, in the house there were not only lights, but also the delicious smell of food. How strange! How peculiar! You felt your weariness leave your mind as it was replaced by vigilance. Was there another person in the house?

You tiptoed to the kitchen, where the aroma of food made your stomach rumble. Then, you saw a very familiar figure. Fortunately, you were able to contain your joy and instead called his name quietly:

“Caleb?!”

He turned around, nodded and smiled at you. “You're back just now? Wash your face first and we'll have dinner."

You rubbed your eyes. Was it because you're so tired that you're daydreaming?

“Caleb? Is that really you?”

A soup was cooking on the kitchen counter as Caleb departed. Reaching over, he put his hand on top of your head.

“Are you expecting another man then?”

You immediately shook your head. Your hands reached up to wrap around Caleb's wrist and untangle it from your hair before he patted your head again like a child.

“No way! I'm just surprised to see you here, at this hour... Aren't you busy with your mission at Skyhaven?”

"Everything went smoothly. So now I'll take a few days off."

“Why didn't you tell me you're coming? I thought the apartment was being robbed..."

Caleb reached out and pinched your cheek. It was painful. He said:

“What kind of thief would help you clean up this messy apartment and even cook for you because they knew you got off work this late?”

You rubbed the cheek that had just been pinched and frowned. “You don't need to pinch it so hard.”

Caleb laughed. He told you to quickly go inside to wash up and get changed while he finished cooking the soup. You obediently followed. How joyful it is to get home after a hectic day and see the one you love. All of a sudden, you forgot how tired you were after the long day.

The two of you had a simple meal. Caleb said that since it was late, you shouldn't eat too much. He observed you as you were enjoying your food. He had taken care of the apartment, made a trip to the grocery store and prepared your meal all day. What surprised and delighted you the most, though, was the fact that he was here. You had given Caleb a spare key a long time ago, but to be honest, you never thought he would pay a surprise visit. Due to work, you both had to live in two cities far apart.

After dinner, you threw yourself on the sofa and grabbed your laptop. Caleb got you a cup of warm water, then used his Evol to take the device out of your hands.

“I still have a report to finish…”

You wanted to get your laptop back, but Caleb turned it off and put it aside. "That's something you can't do right now." He stated. “Do you know what time it is? Shouldn't you be in bed? There are dark circles around your eyes.”

He used a finger to poke the thin skin below your eyes. It must be dark by now and somewhat made you look like a panda. You grimaced:

“Don't mess around, Caleb. I have a ton of work to get done.”

“I'm not messing with you either.” Caleb had a solemn expression. “You've been working hard for many days. Now you need to rest. I'm here to make sure of that.”

You let out a sigh. You were drawn into Caleb's embrace. Maybe he was right— you need to rest. Yet, the notion of the incomplete task made you feel quite uncomfortable.

You were a workaholic, and Caleb knew it. He therefore needed to be even more committed to getting you to give up the laptop.

“You're always working. It's hard to find some spare time with you." Caleb whispered as he rested his head on your hair.

You admitted you were a bit neglectful of Caleb, but that's because your job required extra work and concentration.

“I had to text Tara to find out you got off work at midnight.” Cale went on. “If you read the message, you'd know I've been here since noon.”

You raised up. At that time, you hurriedly reached for the phone on the table. As you opened it, you saw a series of messages and missed calls from Caleb.

“Oh… I'm really sorry…” You mumbled. “I really don't know where I left my phone…”

Caleb rubbed your shoulder, then pulled you back to the original position, leaning on his lap. "No problem. It's the price I pay for dating a girl who loves her job more than me."

You giggled as you pressed your face against his neck and gave him a breath tickle.

“I already apologized.”

He put his arms around your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. Only when you were in his arms, listening to his heart beat, feeling his warmth and subtle scent, and only then could you stop acting tough. You could burst into tears. You could let the weight and pressure of work fall on your shoulders. For you knew, he would fight against the world with you.

Only then did you face your physical and mental fatigue and acknowledge that you were just too exhausted to handle everything at once.

“If you're truly sorry,” Caleb's monotone voice rang out as you gradually drifted off to sleep in his arms. “Then you must let me have you this whole weekend, okay?”

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moongirlcleo · 8 days ago

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Echoes of the Crimson Tide- Chapter 1

❤︎ tags and content: pirate au, potential myth lore, friends to lovers, vivid dreams

❤︎ author note: check out all my fics by searching #moongirlcleo or on AO3

🔞NSFW content - Minors DNI 🔞

Dividers: @/cafekitsune

Fic: @moongirlcleo

You thought the Aetum Protocore was just another tool, another piece of tech to be studied and mastered. But ever since it came into your possession, the dreams started—vivid, impossible memories of a life you never lived. A life where you weren’t a Deepspace Hunter, but a pirate sailing under the infamous Crimson Corsair.

Now, the past is clawing its way back, and the bond you and Caleb share runs deeper than just childhood. The question is—what exactly are you remembering? And what happens when the past refuses to stay buried?

The scent of salt and gunpowder filled your lungs. The crash of the waves roared in your ears. The deck beneath your boots lurched, sending a spray of seawater over the rail as cannon fire rattled through the air. The sky was a storm-washed canvas of purples and grays, thick clouds rolling overhead like the wrath of the gods themselves.

And you—your hands clenched tight around the hilt of your sword—were in the heart of the fray.

Steel clashed against steel as figures darted around you, shadowed and blurred by the chaos. Your body moved on instinct, blade meeting an incoming strike with practiced ease, a vicious thrill singing through your veins. This was familiar. The weight of the sword in your grip, the sway of the ship beneath your feet, the battle cries carried on the wind—this was home.

A deep voice cut through the bedlam, sharp and commanding.

"Stay with me, love!"

Caleb.

You turned toward him, and there he was—grinning like a devil amidst the carnage, his coat billowing behind him as he cut down a foe with a single, fluid motion. The Crimson Corsair. Your Caleb.

The nickname fell from your lips without thought. "You think I’d let you have all the fun?"

His eyes flashed—storm-violet, glinting with something that sent a shiver down your spine. "I’d expect nothing less."

But even as you fought beside him, something itched at the back of your mind, a whisper beneath the roar of cannon fire. Something was off.

You shouldn’t be here.

Or rather—you had been here before.

The déjà vu struck like lightning, searing and sudden. This battle, this ship, the way your heart slammed against your ribs as Caleb spun to deflect a blade aimed at your back—it wasn’t just familiar. It was memory.

Your breath hitched as the dream started to unravel at the edges, reality bleeding through like water soaking into parchment. You knew this ship. Knew the way the wood beneath your boots had been shaped by countless tides, knew the scent of the sea that had been your constant companion. Knew him.

Knew that this was a dream.

Your sword wavered, hesitation creeping into your limbs as the knowledge settled deep into your bones. The world around you was still moving—Caleb, the fight, the ship rocking beneath the sky—but you could feel it now. The way the air had changed.

This wasn’t just a dream. It was something more.

And Caleb—your Caleb—was staring at you now, brow furrowed in a way that sent something aching through your chest.

"You’re distracted." His voice softened, dipping beneath the clash of swords. "What’s wrong?"

Your lips parted, but before you could speak, the dream fractured—

—And you woke up.

<hr>

The dream clung to you like static

It refused to fade, even as you stared through the reinforced glass of the Deepspace Hunters’ headquarters. Below, the city sprawled out in neon and holographic projections, but your mind was somewhere else—adrift in a reality that shouldn’t have existed but somehow did.

The Aetum Protocore sat securely in your pocket, its presence an insistent pulse against your skin, like a secret itching to be unearthed.

This wasn’t the first time.

At first, the visions had been nothing more than fleeting disturbances—stray flashes of turbulent waters, the scent of salt on the wind, the phantom sensation of a blade in your grip, and a voice—his voice—calling your name. You had dismissed them as the side effect of your evolving abilities, chalked it up to exhaustion from too many missions in the field.

But now?

Now you had lived inside the dream. You had felt the ship lurch beneath your feet, heard the clash of steel on steel, smelled the acrid tang of gunpowder thick in the air. And Caleb—Crimson Corsair (who?)—had looked at you with something more than recognition.

It was a tether, a connection as deep and unshakable as the gravity that kept planets in orbit.

The thought sent a pulse of heat through your chest, unsettling in a way that had nothing to do with battle instincts.

A sharp chime from your wrist communicator snapped you back to reality. You straightened, blinking against the artificial light of the control room. The Operator’s voice filtered through your earpiece, crisp and unwavering.

“Hunter, focus. We have an anomaly reading in Quadrant X-07. You’re needed in the hangar.”

Routine. Work. A mission. That was what you needed.

Shaking off the lingering fog of the dream, you pushed away from the railing and strode toward the exit. The hum of the base was a familiar comfort—the chatter of operatives, the sharp beeps of incoming transmissions, the distant whir of docking ships.

You weren’t a pirate sailing under blood-red skies.

You were a Hunter. A warrior.

And yet, as your fingers absently brushed over the Aetum Protocore in your pocket, a single question lingered in the back of your mind.

If it was just a dream…

Then why did it feel like a memory trying to break free?

<hr>

The dreams wouldn’t stop.

No matter how hard you threw yourself into missions, reports, or combat simulations, the past bled into the present like ink spreading across a page. You caught glimpses of him—Caleb—between blaster fire and mission briefings, in the reflection of your visor, in the flickering glow of a warp gate.

The harder you tried to dismiss it, the more insistent it became.

“Hunter, focus!”

Jenna’s sharp command cut through the static-filled air of the training hall just as the simulation bot lunged. You barely twisted in time, plasma blade meeting steel with a clash that sent vibrations down your arm. Gritting your teeth, you shoved the droid back, ignoring the subtle pulse in your jacket pocket—the Aetum Protocore still tucked securely inside.

Jenna crossed her arms, tapping her boot against the ground. “Your reaction time is sluggish,” she said, her voice level but firm. “You almost got clipped.”

You shut down the droid, exhaling through your nose. “I’m fine.”

Jenna wasn’t convinced. “Are you?” she asked, studying you with that sharp, assessing look she always gave when something didn’t add up. “Because I’ve seen cadets handle themselves better in simulations.”

“I’ve just been… distracted.”

Jenna tilted her head. “By what?”

You hesitated. How could you explain this? That every time you closed your eyes, you found yourself in another time, another place—one where you weren’t a Deepspace Hunter, but a pirate bound to Caleb by something unexplainable? That you could still feel the echo of his voice, his touch, long after waking?

You scoffed at yourself. It sounded insane. Even in a world of Evols and celestial artifacts, past lives weren’t exactly standard protocol.

“It’s complicated,” you finally said, running a hand through your hair.

Jenna sighed, rolling her shoulders. “Look, I don’t care if it’s personal, but whatever it is? You need to get a handle on it.” Her voice softened—just a fraction. “You know what happens when you hesitate out there.”

Your fists clenched. Yeah. You knew.

But the moment you stepped out of the training hall, your feet carried you straight to your quarters. The door sealed behind you, and with a steadying breath, you pulled out the Aetum Protocore.

It hummed against your palm.

You traced the intricate markings, searching for meaning. Why now? Why these visions?

A deep part of you already knew the answer.

Because it wasn’t just a dream.

And there was only one person who could help you prove it.

<hr>

The next morning, you didn’t hesitate.

The moment your shift ended, you packed your bags and headed toward the train to Skyhaven, his name already on the tip of your tongue. The mystery of the Aetum Protocore had burrowed too deep inside you, and if anyone could unravel the truth—it was him.

Caleb had always been a constant in your life—like the stars above Linkon, ever-present, even when unseen.

You grew up together on the fringes of civilization, where the divide between ordinary people and those with Evol powers was as vast as the galaxies you now patrolled. Back then, before training halls and mission protocols, before the weight of responsibility settled on your shoulders, life was simpler.

Your first memories of Caleb weren’t of his skill in combat or the way his presence could shift the air in a room.

No, they were of warmth.

Of stolen afternoons spent racing through abandoned starship ruins, laughter echoing through metal corridors. Of sneaking onto restricted rooftops to watch the shuttles launch, dreaming about the day you’d leave, promising—always promising—that you’d look out for each other.

And, of course, the fights.

The arguments that always ended in stubborn glares and, inevitably, Caleb tossing an arm around your shoulders with that boyish, too-charming smirk.

"You really think I'd let you stay mad at me forever, pipsqueak?"

And damn him, because no matter how much you wanted to hold a grudge, you never could.

Even now, years later, that part of your relationship hadn’t changed.

You had trained together. Fought together. Nearly died together more times than you could count. He was your best friend. Your closest ally.

And yet…

Somewhere along the way, things shifted.

It was in the way his voice dipped a little lower when he spoke your name. The way his eyes lingered on you in moments of quiet, as if searching for something he couldn’t quite name. The way his touches—once careless, playful—had become deliberate. A hand on your lower back, a brush of his fingers against yours in passing.

It wasn’t just friendship anymore.

At least, not for you.

And that terrified you.

Because the one thing you feared more than facing an enemy fleet alone was losing this—losing him.

If you said something, if you took that leap and misread the signals, it wouldn’t just be rejection. It would be disaster.

Caleb was your anchor in the chaos of Deepspace, the one person who made this life feel less lonely. If you risked it—if you fell—and he wasn’t there to catch you, you weren’t sure how you’d ever recover.

So, you buried it. Buried it deep.

Because as long as things stayed the same, as long as Caleb remained beside you, even if it wasn’t in the way you wanted…

At least you wouldn’t lose him.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

<hr>

Skyhaven never lost its brilliance.

Even in the quiet of the evening, the floating city hummed with soft neon glows, airships coasting along invisible currents, and the distant chatter of people enjoying the nightlife below. The air was crisp with the lingering scent of fuel and spice, a unique blend of industrial and exotic that only a place like Skyhaven could offer.

You strode through the bustling streets, eyes flicking between the towering structures and the ever-changing holographic displays that lined the walkways. It had been too long since you last visited—too long since you saw him.

Caleb had always been a hard man to track down. Between his duties as Colonel and his ever-growing reputation, it wasn’t surprising that he had very little time for social calls. But tonight, you weren’t giving him a choice.

As you neared the grand entrance to the Skyhaven Barracks, you felt a small buzz of anticipation. The guards barely spared you a glance, already recognizing you from past visits, and let you through without a word.

Caleb’s office was near the top floor, its glass-paneled windows offering a stunning panoramic view of the city below. But when you stepped inside, you found him hunched over his desk, one hand raking through his messy brunette hair, a holopad glowing in front of him with various reports.

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. "You look like you need a break."

Caleb stiffened for half a second before turning toward you, violet eyes widening in surprise.

"Pipsqueak?" His voice was almost incredulous, but then a slow grin spread across his face. "Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think I’d be seeing you anytime soon."

You smirked, stepping further into the room. "Figured I’d drop in on my favorite Colonel. Unless you’re too busy being important?"

Caleb snorted, leaning back in his chair with an easy grin. "Oh, I’m always important, but for you? I guess I can make time."

And just like that, you felt it again.

That warmth. That gravity. The thing tethering you to him, no matter how far you tried to run.

"Come on," you said, jerking your head toward the exit.

"I’m kidnapping you for the night. We’re getting dinner."

Caleb arched a brow, amusement flickering behind storm-violet eyes. "Oh? And what if I had plans?"

You scoffed. "Then they’re canceled. Besides, I know you haven’t eaten yet. You always forget when you’re working."

His grin widened, slow and lazy. "You do know me too well, pipsqueak." He grabbed his coat, slinging it over his shoulders before nodding toward the door. "Alright then. Lead the way."

The streets of Skyhaven were alive.

Neon signs pulsed with electric color, bathing the city in a hazy glow. Airships hummed overhead, gliding along invisible currents, their lights reflecting off the polished streets below. The familiar energy of the city wrapped around you, vibrant and unrelenting, yet somehow comforting.

You walked side by side, seamlessly slipping back into old conversations—training mishaps, ridiculous missions, gossip about the other Deepspace Hunters. It was easy. It always was with Caleb.

Tonight, you made a choice. You didn’t ask about his latest classified assignments. Didn’t bring up war, duty, or the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders.

Tonight, you weren’t soldiers.

Just you and Caleb.

"You still take your coffee way too sweet?" Caleb teased as you stepped into a quiet little diner nestled between the towering spires of the city.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously." Sliding into the booth across from him, you leaned back against the cushioned seat. "Not all of us have a death wish for black coffee, Colonel."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Tch. You’ve gone soft."

"Says the guy who nearly died drinking that one prototype energy drink back at the Academy."

Caleb groaned, letting his head fall against the table with a dramatic thud. "Ugh, don’t remind me. I swear I could hear colors for three days."

Laughter bubbled up before you could stop it. Genuine, weightless. This—this was what you had missed. The easy rhythm of your conversations, the warmth, the way Caleb always made the world feel a little less heavy.

You caught it then—just for a second. The way his eyes lingered. The usual smirk softened into something unreadable, something slower, something more.

Your breath hitched.

But before you could say anything, the server arrived, and the moment passed like a fleeting shadow.

The warmth of the diner hummed around you.

The quiet murmur of patrons, the soft clinking of dishes, the glow of neon bleeding in from the city outside. Caleb stretched out in the booth, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that slow, knowing look that always meant trouble.

"Alright, pipsqueak," he drawled, voice smooth but laced with suspicion. "You didn’t come all this way just to force me into a decent meal. Spill."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as you idly traced the edge of your napkin. "What? I can’t just drop in on my oldest friend without an ulterior motive?"

Caleb snorted. "Not a chance. You—showing up unannounced, kidnapping me from my work, and making sure I eat? That’s normal." He leaned forward slightly, amethyst eyes narrowing. "But you’ve been fidgeting all night. You’re either hiding something, or you’re about to confess you blew up something important again."

You scoffed. "That happened one time, and it was totally not my fault."

Caleb tilted his head, unimpressed. "So? What is it?"

For a moment, you considered brushing it off, keeping up the act, pretending this was just another casual visit. But the truth pressed against your ribs, too heavy to ignore.

And Caleb—he had always been able to see through you.

You sighed, exhaling slowly before meeting his gaze. "It’s the Aetum Protocore."

His expression didn’t shift immediately, but his fingers twitched where they rested against the table. A subtle tell.

You pressed on before he could interrupt.

"Ever since I’ve had it, things have been… strange. Not just the usual headaches or energy surges. I’ve been having these dreams—no, memories." You hesitated, fingers tightening around the edge of your jacket. "They feel too real to be random. Like a past life or something. And in them, I’m—"

A breath.

"I’m a pirate. And you’re there too, Caleb. The ‘Crimson Corsair.’"

Silence stretched between you, thick and charged.

Caleb didn’t laugh it off.

Didn’t call you crazy.

Didn’t tell you it was just stress, or exhaustion, or another side effect of handling the Protocore.

He just sat there, studying you, his violet gaze unreadable, the usual lazy amusement nowhere to be found.

And then, finally—he exhaled.

Leaning back slightly, voice quieter this time.

"Well, damn, pipsqueak."

A wry smirk, something sharp at the edges. "And here I was thinking my recent dreams were just a vivid fantasy."

The words sent a shiver down your spine.

You stared at him, the weight of what he’d just admitted settling over you like a heavy storm rolling in.

Whatever was happening to you—

It was happening to Caleb too.

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haunted ..

— it’s implied that there’s stalking but it’s more of a song fic so nothing too crazy..

— wc :: 628

my haunted lungs , ghost in the sheets ..

she feels a cold chill run down her back as she steps out the shower. it’s not even autumn or winter but it’s been weirdly cold lately.

 she glances up and sighs in relief, she had forgotten to close her bathroom window after all and the apartment building was known to be colder some evenings.

she wraps a fluffy bathrobe around her body and heads into her kitchen. she needed to get her tap replaced because it was the third one in a month and the constant dripping was starting to annoy her more than she’d like to admit.

she knows it’s because she works odd hours as a hunter so she’s barely in her apartment long enough to notice everything that needed maintenance.

she’d have to ask xavier if he had issues in his own place or if she was just the unlucky one.

i know if i’m haunting you, you must be haunting me ..

she feels unsettled lately, unsure what’s causing her to feel on edge but she supposes anyone that has to hunt wanderers for a living won’t always get a good nights sleep.

finishing a cold glass of water, she heads to her bedroom. it’s cold in there too, unsurprising since she left the window open. she gives herself some grace on most days because of her job. windows are the last thing on her mind.

my wicked tongue, where will it be?

she shakes her head and closes it, turning off the lights but leaving the lamp on beside her bed. it’s childish and she knows it but ever since losing caleb, she struggles with the dark when she’s alone. when she closes her eyes, she can’t help but see his face and then the explosion.

zayne had given her something to help her sleep but even he didn’t appreciate her being doped up on pills, not when he could help her.

she closes her eyes, willing herself to sleep. she never had an issue before, especially with her job. she’d take any chance to nap she could get, it often annoyed rafayel when he would be rattling on and she’d be dozing off.

it’s what you see..

i know if i’m haunting you, you must be haunting me..

most nights she sleeps just fine knowing sylus is keeping an eye on her through mephisto but she couldn’t understand how even a mechanical crow could look so startled whenever she’d wake up the next morning.

she doesn’t think she looks that crazy in the mornings but she swears he looks spooked.

it’s where we go

it’s where we’ll be

i know if i’m onto you.. i’m onto you

onto you, i’m onto you

onto you, you must be onto me

that night her sleep is restless. she dreams on a familiar face, a haunting laughing and a voice she knows all to well sending a chill through her body.

his eyes are the same but so different, his grin menacing, as if it’s mocking her and she feels it.

 a cold hand, mechanical if she tries to piece it together, pressed flat against her back. it draws her in close, another hand gripping her jaw softly. his eyes hold a promise but she isn’t sure she wants to know what for.

 “mine …..”

she hears the voice and it’s cold and calculated but somehow fond.

when she wakes up in a shock, cold sweat clinging to her neck, she sees mephisto but her windowsill and he looks spooked once more..

and she remembers she had closed the window before she went to bed but now it’s wide open, even her curtains.

she sees a note next to caleb’s necklace

“there’s fresh apple juice in the fridge”

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angeleewrites · 19 days ago

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Heart's Predicament

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, loves! ♥️ All Li have different chapters. Reader and MC are separate entities here for the storyline. Would love to hear feedbacks!

Love, scarletfulnotes 🌸💗

Chapter 1 - Calebful Heart?

On the day of Hearts around the world, most people spend the day and take their time to express love to the people they care for - may it be familial, platonic or romantic. The campus were filled with pink, red and white decorations - from balloons, flowers to garlands and even paper hearts, a contrast to the color coded outfits of students depending on what the hue represented. Romantic Love songs blasted on the speakers amongst the chatter of people inside the premises. The air was just filled with utter bliss. You could hear someone's laughters and squeals, as they relish in the moment. Couples were walking while holding hands, the genuine smiles were hard to wipe off. Others were having fun with friends or enjoying alone. Some were eating meals while some were waiting for the Battle of the Bands to start.

A week before the affair, the Student Government Organization posted announcements of the University's Valentines Day Annual Event program that surely their fellow students would be able to enjoy. The agenda composed of Battle of the Bands, Jail Booth, Marriage Booth, Kissing Booth, Serenade Booth, Confession Booth especially the Food Stalls.

Another follow-up post was about the dress codes for the event.

When you wore the red hue, you were letting everyone know that you were inlove, happy and contented in a relationship. Blue meant that the person was waiting for someone. Wearing purple would signify that you were in the friendzone. White implied that you had never been in a relationship before. The representation of gray was that the person was bitter and broken. Once you wore green, it meant you were in moving on stage. Brown would indicate that you were in a complicated situation while Pink meant you were single or would probably choose to remain single forever.

Failing to comply would result to immediate restrained order from the student officers, to make the experience all the more fair and real. If you had no plans of joining the fun of dress codes, then it's better if you simply didn't attend anymore, to make it easier for yourself rather than not following the color and ending up on jail booth where you surely wouldn't be able to enjoy.

You, a happily single person wore pink for this day. From your flower hairclips to your pink sneakers, people around you would be able to tell that you're proudly single. You decided to wear a simple pink crop top, pairing it with a pink skater skirt, making you look like a walking cotton candy. You were actually contemplating between blue, brown or pink but decided to go with pink for the added surprise you were about to do today.

It was only 8 in the morning, and there were already students walking with a lot of chocolates, flowers and letters on their hands.

You saw this popular girl named Jia wearing pink and couldn't blame her admirers for flocking to her like ants. Jia was known for being in the Volleyball team that brought Gold to the school's name. One time that you got to talk to her, despite being exhausted, she still smiled at you, as you congratulated her and asked her about their experiences of giving the university an achievement, a memory that would last a lifetime.

Others have brought their guitars to serenade their crush, which reminded you that there was also a Serenade Booth where you could just sit there and the university's infamous band 'Zero Gravity' would serenade you with random love songs. Or you could join them, if you were brave enough to let your crush know how you feel.

As you waited for your friends - Iris and Lilith, you made your way towards the food stalls to check what snacks you could enjoy with them. The variety of food stalls you saw, made you feel nervous for your wallet. Once you spot the booths for Takoyaki and Iced Coffee, you knew it was over for you and your money. You took a photo of the booths and sent it to your friends, so they would know where to find you. You were about to make your way to the nearest booth to buy yourself a bottled water when you accidentally bumped into someone behind you.

"Oh my! I'm sorry!" You muttered as you felt their hands on your waist. You immediately went away from their grasp. And you saw the most striking eyes you've ever since in your life. The ruby eyes caught you off guard and you were thinking you just immediately caught a disease called crush at first sight. His silver hair was slightly disheveled and it added to his charm. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt paired with microflared pants that accentuated his figure and the belt had a crow symbol on it. The necklace he was wearing was just as captivating as his eyes, as it was a red gemstone, the same color of his irises.

He's a total hottie! He could wear a trashbag and it would probably still look good on him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His deep voice rumbled and it gave you chills. Really? Even his voice is sexy. Universe always had a funny agenda for you. Why would they let you encounter this illegal man? Not when the words of your heart for Caleb was about to burst from your mouth. It didn't help that Sylus was smirking because you were clearly checking him out.

Damn, I really need water now...

"You're hot." You blurted out before you could even stop yourself. You had a habit of voicing out your thoughts out loud. It's like your mouth had a life of its own.

"Straightforward. I like that." He chuckled, while running a hand through his hair. He tried to play it cool but you know that the comment made him a bit shy. You wonder why because he looked like the kind of person who easily gets complimented by his looks. But you couldn't deny that the satisfaction you felt after making a confident man into an awkward schoolboy, made you a bit powerful.

"And I like men who turn into a blushing mess after I compliment them." You winked, as you saw his ears turning red. And he's cute too?

Someone please help. Girl, get a grip! This isn't you....

"I'm Sylus. Nice to meet you." He cleared his throat and extended his right hand. You immediately shook it and said your name while smiling slightly. You were about to excuse yourself by telling him you needed to a get drink when he asked if he could join you. You somewhat got genuinely surprised because most men when encountering someone like you, gets intimidated. It was absurd to think that they get horrified over harmless flirting, while some of them flirt in a disrespectful way. Some men are scared of self-assured women...

And now, you were with a new face. 6ft tall that could be on par with your friends - Caleb and Zayne's height. An irritating occurrence knowing you were less than 5ft tall.

Another bean pole, you sighed inwardly.

Where could those two be? And MC too. Those three were inseparable. You got stucked with them, after they recruited you on the first year of college. Ever since then, you became part of the once 'trio.' turning it to quartet. You told them you would meet them later after you get to spend some time with your long-time girl friends. Since you were on different majors even with Iris and Lilith, any chances that you get like this, you always took those opportunities to at least catch up with them. You were always trying to balance it all out, never wanting to be unfair to all of your friends.

On the way to the mineral water station, you started talking to Sylus. He was a Law major from another university. He just got invited by his friends because you do remember that walk-ins were allowed for this particular event. Outside being passionate about honesty, fairness and justice, you learned that he loved listening to old pop songs and it made you follow each other on Instagram instantly. He was particularly fond of black coffee, liked traveling and did workouts on his freetime. You told him you were a Marketing major. You liked listening to any kind of music, especially if it sounded good to your ears. You usually spend your time watching series like movies and tv shows. You prefer milktea over anything else and had a pet hamster named Nyam.

"Nyam?" He chuckled while shaking his head in disbelief. He asked why you named him that way. Hamsters were known for being a nibbler of anything and that was the reason. You were very keen about Nyam, afraid that he would accidentally send himself to the grave.

"It does suit him." His agreement made you show him Nyam's photos. There was Nyam hanging on your finger, never wanted to let go. Nyam caught in 4k for eating your opened bag of chips. And Nyam peacefully sleeping on your stomach. The rest were purely chaos - thanks to the cute hamster. Sylus and you were just laughing the entire duration of showcasing the pictures.

After you bought mineral water, he said his goodbye to go to his friends while you got back on the table to wait for the two princesses. After a few minutes, you heard someone calling your name. Thank the heavens. They ran towards you and engulfed you in a hug.

"Ewww! You guys are sweating, get off!" You giggled while they pinched your cheeks and you just let them.

"Missed you, sweets!"

"Missed you, hon!"

They said in unison and it made you giddy. The thought of talking to them about anything in person, after a while, sounded nice. Lilith was wearing white while Iris was wearing pink as well. You ordered the target snacks you had in mind while they ordered theirs. As you went back to your seats, you told them about Sylus and how intriguing he was to you.

"Girl, go get him!" Lilith shaked you while Iris tickled you slightly, saying things like you were really growing up. They playfully wiped their non-existent tears and you just rolled your eyes because they were overreacting. There's no way you would actually do that. To be frank, Sylus was an incredible person. But your years of pining for Caleb was unbeatable. The girls know about your undying love for Caleb and they were very supportive to anything that your heart desires. They were one of the pillars of your strength. They also know that Zayne had his eyes set on you, which you never believed, not one bit. While Caleb, you knew, have high standards, what more if it's the future Doctor of the quartet squad? Caleb had always been meticulous as an Aviation major. The same thing could be said about Zayne in every possible way. You know for sure, even in romance, he would be very cautious on choosing someone he would like. Despite that, you also knew that they really wanted Caleb for you as well.

You were actually planning to let Caleb know how you felt for him today. You were already in your 'whatever happens, happens.' era. You had been happily single for so long but you couldn't take another more day of feeling like you were gonna throw up everytime you were around him. Holding this secret knowing that it might shatter you once he found out about it, sounded frightening. But then again, you had always been the type of person who faced things head-on and kept going, no matter what other people say about you.

A part of you was scared of risking the friendship you had built with him. While it was true that the list could go on for you when thinking about your comfort people, he was still the first person who comes into your mind when you had any bad or good news. He was your sunshine ever since freshman year. And to think you had been hiding this growing attraction for almost four years now, made you more adamant of letting him know because the other persistent part was that you didn't wanna have any regrets at all. Knowing once you graduated, you might have to face reality and would probably drift apart.

Once you guys were done eating, you explored the booths together as planned. The first stop was Jail Booth where there was actually a huge built-in cage where it truly looked like they were prisoners. Some of the people inside didn't follow the dress code. There were also several people paired up for shipping purposes. One of their hands were handcuffed while the said people were either facepalming or trying to hide their smile. This particular girl was annoyed because her friends wouldn't bail her. It seemed she had other plans that were now put on hold because of the predicament. The same thing could be said about her partner in cuffs, who was just scrolling at his phone.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Iris?" Lilith smirked while nudging the woman between the two of you.

"Definitely! I'm sure she would love to have her alone time with Caleb!" Iris snickered while you just sighed at their usual teasings.

You headed to the Marriage Booth and saw two archways and each had its own red carpets. The pathways were filled with rose petals, the rose fragrance filled the air, making everything more romantic. People around looked like they were watching real weddings. The wedding march was playing non-stop while the officiants said their pieces. Spectators were laughing and teasing the pairings especially the ones who looked lost and didnt wanna be there. Cameras were flashing left to right for potential just for fun blackmails and social media postings. The next pair on the left side was obviously a real life couple on their batch who also wanted to experience the fun. The man looked totally smitten with his girlfriend, that he wouldn't stop looking at her instead of the altar. Someone in the audience — a friend probably, even shouted that the woman might melt if he doesn't stop looking at her, which garnered cackles from onlookers.

You were having fun watching with Iris and Lilith when a man with magnificent blue eyes approached the three of you. The two knew the guy and introduced you to each other. For some reason, you wish you could just bite or squish his cheeks. You literally just met him but adorable looking guys were hard to resist.

Xavier was an IT major who spends most of his time trying out different sort of things. He was actually looking for more volunteers for the officiant position and also people who knows how to style someone else. Man was right on time because Lilith, the fashionable in your trio was absolutely amazing when it comes to making someone pretty. Xavier guided you at the back of the altar where most pairs were being styled by different make-up artists and hairstylists. They definitely lack manpower though, since Xavier just mentioned almost a hundred people signed up for the booth, setting aside the matchmake couples. You wondered how would they would be able to accommodate all of them. An idea came to your mind, and it made you wheeze while thinking about it.

"Xavier! You said you need more officiants, right?" You tried to confirm just incase and he nodded absentmindedly. He was trying to figure a lot of things.

You dialed Caleb's number and told them to come to the Marriage Booth for volunteering as an officiator purposes and they agreed with zero hesitation. Caleb really makes you fall inlove with him even more. While waiting for the three of them, you helped Xavier to fix three more spaces for the ceremony. Two officiants were not enough at all, so they proceeded with their advanced plan of adding more. One of Xavier's teammates told them beforehand to expect more than a hundred people and prepare the materials. It was better to have excess done nothing, so nobody on the team would panic about insufficiency on the actual day. They made extra archways and other designs and true to the expectation, the plan was convenient.

Caleb and Zayne really did agree to your ridiculous idea. The job was just until Xavier's other teammates come back from having their meal. Xavier told you that dividing their group was a way to let each and everyone of them rest for a bit. Someone might end up in a bad state if they weren't as considerate of each other's wellbeing.

You actually found it incredibly heartwarming, as you see how enthusiastic these people were, for taking their responsibilities seriously. Volunteering was actually empowering and makes you feel like you were actually part of a community. And as a Marketing major, you were actually enjoying this quite a lot.

"Caleb!" You playfully groaned, as you felt someone ruining your hair and knew instantly who it was. He playfully mocked you by saying your name in the same tone you just used. Deep inside, your heart fluttered again. He was doing his usual thing just to pester you but your foolish heart wouldn't stop feeling things.

You turned around and saw them. The three were smiling at you. There was something different about Zayne though. But you didn't wanna entertain the idea.

Caleb and Zayne immediately put on the garment. You and MC snickered at them as they took their roles seriously. The once mischievous puppy in your eyes turned into a serious officiant. While the calm demeanor of Zayne never faltered. You couldn't deny how beautiful he was outside his usual uniform.

"Father, bless me!" You giggled while Caleb furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"Come here then, Princess." He gestured, his finger hypnotizing you. Your knees almost gave up right there and then.

Thank the universe for saving you, as the next pairing came. You asked MC if all of them had already eaten and she nodded, telling you they went with the usual Takoyaki too. You left them for a while to check up on Iris and Lilith. The two were in there elements. All of your friends weren't just pretty faces among the sea of people. They were so much more than that. And it made you honored to be a part of their lives. As you see all of them doing their very best, you decided to buy them, as well as Xavier's team on the booth some sushi and iced coffee with MC.

After ten pairings, Xavier's other classmates came back the same time as you and MC, who looked pretty much full in the stomach and got to rest for a little while. Your hands were full of takeouts and you handed each one to your friends, saying they worked hard while patting their heads.

Once you approached Zayne, he expressed his gratitude in a soft tone and your heart, somehow, maddeningly felt like it was about to burst. There was really something about it, whenever he said your name in that tone of his.

"No, thank you for being here, Zayne." As you smiled at him, you also patted his head. He suddenly pinched your cheeks which made you pout.

"Zayne! Ouch!" He chuckled softly as you swatted his hands away from you. He could be annoying if he wanted to be.

You went to Caleb as soon as Zayne started focusing on his meal.

"Thank you!" Caleb smiled and you felt your heart skip a beat as he once again, said your name. You shot him a smile and were about to continue helping on the booth when he patted the chair next to him. You obliged and sat beside him. You were surprised when he handed you a piece of sushi.

"Open up, Princess." He commanded as he directly put the sushi in front of your mouth.

You were delusional as hell and you sometimes wished he would stop being this nice to you. Even the smallest gesture made you overthink things and a small part of you would cling to that budding hope whenever he does something like this.

"Caleb! This is embarrassing!" You looked at your surroundings, relieved that everyone was doing their own thing. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, and thinking about it made you anxious. What if he already knew how you felt because you were obvious? In the end, you reluctantly went on with his antic by swallowing the sushi from him. You looked away from him to hide your smile while chewing slowly.

Your journey with your friends in the Marriage Booth ended. The next stop was Serenade Booth where you saw a huge sign 'One person at a time' with a bit of a long queue. Crew members looked drained already and you felt bad. You asked them if you could just take a peek inside. They agreed but right after reminding you guys to be quiet, so you could not ruin the experience of the person inside.

The set-up of the dome inside felt like you were in some sort of secret garden to make it more special for the individual. You saw a woman sitting in a throne-like seat with rose petals surrounding the chair. She was clearly mesmerized by Drew's voice as he sang a rendition of 'Angels Brought Me Here'. You knew the boys of Zero Gravity. In fact, you already talked to them a week ago about your plans that would about to take place later in the afternoon. You took a glimpse of Caleb in your peripheral vision. You suddenly felt anxious for what's to come. Could you really sing and convey what you felt for him? And were you ready for the outcome? Could you really risk the incredible friendship you had with him?

Hiding something from someone you cared about had always been hard on you. You were just the kind of person who was living your life as raw as possible. You were never the type to sugarcoat things just to please anyone else. You were never terrified of showing even your negative sides to someone. You were known for saying the things you wanted to say, even if your opinions and perceptions change everyday. But ever since Caleb came into the picture of your simple life, it was never the same.

You found yourself on the edge around him. The first few months of liking him were bearable. But the next months after that felt like you wanted to throw up. There were times you couldn't control yourself, you get jealous whenever he gave the same treatment to someone else. It was unfathomable. You wondered how you got to hide your feelings up to this point. It didn't matter now. You just wanted this illusion and unhealthy obsession to end.

You already have a plan once he rejected you. You were planning to cry for the whole day, eat strawberry ice cream, drink responsibly with Iris and Lilith, and write down the aftermath of your confession.

Admitting your feelings for Caleb meant you had to tell Zayne and MC as well. Doubts were now lingering on you, as you thought about the dynamics between the four of you and how it would shift.

Kissing Booth, like Marriage Booth had a long queue. The funny thing about this was the kiss marks after experiencing the fun. Someone came out with two kiss marks on their cheeks. While others came out, having a mark on their neck.

The last stop was the Confession Booth where a big red heart was plastered on the wall. The heart was filled with different colors of sticky notes forming a collage. The hosts were having fun reading some requested confession to be conveyed out loud. You were in your head, thinking about everything that was bound to happen when Iris and MC called your name. You and the others looked on their way. The two were gesturing a very noticeable paper that was different from the others.

"I guess a picture is really worth a thousand words." Iris said, as she smiled at you.

You headed to the unique paper and what you saw enthralled you in ways you couldn't comprehend. Your face was painted in beautiful vibrant shades. You had never felt so beautiful in that moment. It was as if you were seeing yourself in someone else's point of view. Your name was even written on it with his handwriting. Your heart couldn't anymore be confused. It wasn't like you had never been admired before, but this was on another level of adoration from someone. In the world full of words, you were an art for this person. Was this really how they saw you? You badly wanted to tear up from the emotions you were feeling all at once. It was too overwhelming and so you excused yourself from everyone for a bit and let yourself have an alone time, as your inner turmoil was too much to handle.

You had liked Caleb for so long, you never even thought of giving someone else the time of your day. You would much rather hear him talking all day than entertain other people.

But now, you didn't even know anymore. The only thing you knew was that, you had to take your time and figure things out on your own.

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