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Virgin! Caleb and Virgin! MC first time PLEASE!! but they don't know what they're doing (and some things go wrong hehehe) but they're all giggly and soft <333

Virgin!Caleb + Virgin!MC (reader) !

wc: 1.8k

a/n: i hope it was fluffy enough. i was trying to keep this as realistic as possible, SO maybe it wasn't fluffy bc of that!! as always, feel free to send another ask, comment, or DM me if this isn't what you wanted since this was kinda short-lived

You didn't mean for tonight to be the night. All he did was kiss you the way he always does—warm and sweet—then one thing led to another and now you were half naked. Nothing but a loose shirt to cover your upper half and socks to hide your toes.

First times were always made out to be some sort of magical moment in movies—beautiful music, five-second clips before it pans to the next scene, cute aftercare.

But this was nothing like that.

You were shaking so much, Caleb had to stop multiple times just to ask if you were okay. And now you were lying flat on your back, face flushed.

"We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to," he murmured, his breath uneven and shaky.

You shook your head. "I want to do this." You carefully pulled an arm around his neck and tugged him close, kissing him, still shaking. "I've wanted this for so long."

Caleb let out a soft whine. "I've wanted this too." He kissed you harder, his hands wandering restlessly. "More than you know."

"I'm just nervous," you breathed, bringing your other hand around his back.

"I promise I'll take care of you."

You sighed, subtly pushing up against him. "I know you will."

"Yeah?" Caleb pulled back, his heart thudding wildly in his chest. And when you nodded, he bit his lip to keep the pathetic little sound that tried to crawl up.

"Okay." He gently shifted over you, pulling a condom out of his drawer before sitting back on his heels in front of you.

Then he paused.

He swallowed hard, the tips of his ears burning red. "Uh.. can you.. look away for a sec?"

You felt a furious blush creep across your cheeks before you nodded and slapped your hand over your face. "Yes!" you breathed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

Except you did.

You couldn't help yourself.

This was your first time seeing Caleb like this, seeing anyone like this. And Caleb—God, Caleb was so handsome. So beautiful. You wanted to absorb every line of his body—burn it into your mind because it was all for you.

But you couldn't blame him for asking you to look away.

You were the one still in a loose shirt because you were too scared to take it off. And Caleb didn't even question you. Just pressed a small kiss to your forehead and nodded when you asked if you could keep it on.

Caleb shifted over you, settling between your thighs again when he finally slipped his condom on.

"Okay, you can look now."

You slowly drew your hand back, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. "Okay.. I'm ready. I think."

Caleb nodded, a stuttered little laugh slipping past his lips. "Okay.." With a shaky hand, he wrapped his hand around himself and nudged himself at your entrance.

It was small. Barely a little poke.

But you still yelped, the sound making Caleb jerk back. "W-what? Did I hurt you?"

You quickly shook your head, grabbing the corner of the blanket and pulled it over your mouth. "No! Sorry, it's just so new. It feels weird.."

Caleb's lips twisted into an embarrassed frown. "Bad weird?"

"No!" you repeated. "Good weird. I wanna feel it. Feel you."

Oh, God. You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth.

"I'm sorry I'm so nervous." You shifted under him, subtly rolling your hips against him as if to prove that you still wanted it.

Caleb grunted, his hand tightening around the sheets beside your head as he leaned back in, trying guide himself in again. "It's okay."

Slowly, he pushed in. It was slow and careful. But the minute he stopped moving, he slipped out.

Caleb bit his lip. "Shit. Sorry."

You shook your head. "It's fine."

You thought you heard Caleb grumbling something about how it wasn't fine before he was pushing in again. Slow again, the pressure making your back arch off the bed.

Then he slipped out. Again.

Caleb made a small, frustrated noise, his cheeks burning red. "Sorry. I—I don't know why it won't stay in."

Your face flushed. Not because he couldn't do it, but because you just laid there and watched him. Didn't offer help. Nope. Just laid there all pretty and nervous.

Apparently people helped their partners during... this, but how were you supposed to when you weren't even sure where he was supposed to go?

"It's okay. I promise," you assured, voice a little shaky.

Caleb tried again. And again, it didn't work. He groaned, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I don't—I don't know why—"

You gently wrapped your arms around him and rubbed your hands over his back. "We don't have to do anything."

Caleb breathed heavily, like he almost couldn't handle the embarrassment burning in his veins. "I want to. I really want to—I just can't—"

You gently nudged him back and cupped his face, a smile instantly breaking across your face when you saw his cute little pout and the frustrated, angry furrow of his brows.

"What?" Caleb whined. "Don't laugh."

"I'm not laughing. You're just so cute."

Caleb huffed, burying his face back in your neck. "I'm cute when I'm completely miserable and embarrassed?"

You giggled softly. "Really cute."

He tried to feign annoyance, but you could feel the smile tugging at his lips against your skin. "Can we try again...? With.. you on top?"

You bit your lip, your eyes big and soft as Caleb pulled back to look at you. "Yeah," you murmured.

You two shifted awkwardly before you were finally on top of him, shirt barely covering your hips as you hovered over him.

You nervously reached down, keeping him still as you took him. It was barely anything, just the tip, but you instantly felt the unfamiliar pressure again.

"I don't know if I'm doing this right," you breathed as you slowly sank the rest of the way. At least you thought you were. Or maybe you were doing it wrong...?

"Am I hurting you?"

Caleb shook his head, his hands tightening on your waist as you took him inch by inch. "No—fuck—no, you're not hurting me. You're doing it just right."

When he finally hilted in you, you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.

Caleb swallowed hard, giving a weak nod in response. "Are you okay?"

You could only nod.

"I don't—I'm not gonna last long."

Caleb let out a stuttered breath as you rocked your hips. He'd imagined this moment hundreds of times. Had come apart with nothing but the thought of you. But nothing could've prepared him for this. For how amazing you felt.

"Pips..!" He gripped your waist tight, his voice cracking with the effort of holding back a moan.

"I'm sorry," you blurted, even when everything in you begged to move again. Just a little. To feel that new sensation.

Caleb grit his teeth. "'S'fine. You just.. feel nice."

Your chest swelled at his praise. "So I can move?"

"Yes—" he choked out. "Yeah, you can move."

At his permission, you slowly pulled off—just a little, barely even halfway—then sank back down. You winced, unsure if it was pressure or nerves or both.

You weren't used to the stretch. Weren't used to the slow burn in your belly every time he moved inside you. But you didn't want to stop. You couldn't. Not when he looked like that. Not when he sounded like that.

He was just so... good.

Head tilted back, eyes fluttered shut. Moans spilling past his lips like he just couldn't help it.

You went slow at first. Just giving experimentally little bounces, your lips parted with small gasps. It was uncomfortable—hurt, just a little. Then, when it started to feel good, you moved faster.

Caleb sighed beneath you, his hands fisting in your shirt as you slowly rode him.

"Feels—hah—s'nice.." His legs tensed up as he met your slow thrusts, gripping you tighter to gently guide you on top of him.

Caleb wasn't even fully aware that he was doing it; he was sloppy. Uncoordinated. Both of you were. You couldn't properly time your downward thrusts with his, but that didn't stop you. Didn't stop him either.

You were both a mess of whiny pants and incoherent words. The soft sound of skin against skin filled the room. It felt obscene. You'd heard that noise before, you just never thought you'd be the one making it.

"Fuck—wait—wait, I—" Caleb bit his lip, but it didn't stop the raspy little whimper that slipped out. "Pips, I'm—"

Then he was coming.

His whole body tensed beneath you, his arms locking around your waist and pulling you down to bury his face in your neck.

"Wait... Caleb, did you..?"

He clung to you like a second skin, broken little moans spilling past his lips. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to—I didn't think—God, I'm sorry."

You blinked, slowly bringing your hand around the nape of his neck and stroking the small hair there. "It's okay," you murmured. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Caleb whined, snuggling into you. "I was supposed to make you feel good."

"You did."

Caleb didn't say anything. Just let out a quiet huff and pressed closer.

"Let's just stay here and cuddle.. Yeah?"

Caleb nodded, letting you pull back to crawl off of him. He flushed, a stuttered gasp tumbling past his lips as he watched himself slip out of you. It wasn't fair. He should've lasted longer.

He reached for the condom, then paused. He swallowed hard, glancing back up at you. "Can you.. look away again?"

You nodded, sinking down into the mattress and looking the other way. Caleb shifted beside you. You heard a quiet groan, then the plastic bag of his trashcan crinkled. A little more shuffling, then he was curling his hand around your waist and tugging you close.

"I'm sorry."

You smiled, happily turning to face him and melting into his chest. "Stop apologizing. I promise it's okay."

Caleb hummed, resting his chin on your head. "I can try again in a few minutes."

"Caleb, you really don't—"

"Please? Let me make you feel good."

You smiled. "Okay."

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quick meme redraw

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Mini sketch based off of this moment in the new card:

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You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Caleb!

⏵"I Won't Lose!"

Day 1 of Caleb Week LETS GOOO It really took me so long to think of something for this prompt but I am p happy with a pokemon AU

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.marriage talks

synopsis: when the topic that caleb has been fearing is finally brought up by you. the thought of you being with another man, which may lead to marriage leaving him and MC, almost made him go insane.

pairing: caleb x older non!mc reader

warnings: no mentions of y/n or (name) so don't worry, mention of blind date, mentions of social pressure of getting married, caleb calling you jiejie/jie, no personal space between you lol, zayne mentioned if you squint, anxiety attack from Caleb, yandere caleb if you squint again.

a/n: by older meaning reader will be around 27-30 y/o. i haven't seen some older reader fics with caleb (or is probably hidden from me, why tumblr) so here we are lol. MC here will be named Emi (Emi Cee), cuz you know xD (tho i might make this her default name in my other future fics). Crossposted also in my AO3 account.

Marriage was the very last thing on your mind. Being a workaholic, dating never even crossed your mind. Despite having such a trait, you still managed to dedicate some of your time to hangout with your small circle of friends once every few months. 

You noticed recently that in most casual conversations you are engaged with, marriage would often be brought up. When catching up with friends, you learned new things of what that happened in their lives on the time you all are apart. Some in your group are in a relationship, leaving the rest now married.

You were the type of person who believes in not rushing such things like marriage as you believe it will come eventually in the right moment, yet these days you are starting to feel the pressure all of a sudden.

So imagine your surprise when your supervisor who's in her early 50s, approached you during lunch break in the cafeteria, suggesting for you to attend a blind date with a son of her close friend.

"Blind date?" You uttered out, stunned at the sudden offer from your supervisor. She was someone you were not exactly easy to approach. Not that the issue is her attitude as she was the best senior supervisor the company ever had and very considerate. It was that her schedule is packed with client meetings. So it was definitely surprising she approached you this time with not work related matter.

"I have a friend of mine who has a son whom she has been worrying since he hasn't express any desire of settling down." She began as she sat across you with her tray of food.

"As a friend I would like to help her ease her worries. And he heavily reminded me of you, focused on working long hours to the point of almost no social life." She joked making you chuckle as you occasionally only spend time with your friends due to work.

"You are my fellow batchmate and junior ever since this company's founding and has showcased your skills that benefited the growth of this company, enough to be considered as one of pillars in the operations. Yet I also can't help but worry for you being a parent myself." Your senior grasped your hand, eyebrows knitted as she expressed her sentiments.

"I tell you, this man is a cardiac surgeon and around your age. You can guarantee financial stability with him. A handsome one at that! He may look quite cold, but I can guarantee you he's a sweet and good man. Far better than most men these days." She huffed, rolling her eyes at the thought of other young men.

"Thank you sincerely for worrying about my life, but I'll have to politely decline." You slightly smiled, trying your best to hide the irritation growing inside. As much as you are thankful someone checks on you, but you are kind of getting suffocated by the topic of marriage right now to the point you would bury your head underground.

She sadly smiled, nodding in understanding. "What a shame. But if you ever change your mine, just give me a heads up alright? You can directly text me."

By the time she left, you could only stare at your leftover food ‐ appetite lost. could only sigh as you sat back in your station. At the same time, her description earlier somewhat reminded you of someone - but you couldn't put a finger on it.

x-x-x-x-x-x

"I'm home…" You tiredly greet upon entering your shared apartment with Emi. After the unfortunate bombing incident of your old home and the painful memory of losing Grandma Josephine, and Caleb - whom you both thought was dead, you decided living with Emi much to her glee and excitement.

Upon taking off your shoes, the familiar scent of your favorite food tickled your nose and cause to almost salivate at the thought of it. You wondered if Emi has now considered taking cooking lessons since tonight's dinner was certainly gonna be a feast. Though it was strange she hasn't greet you home by now.

"Jiejie, welcome home. Good timing, I've already cooked dinner for us." A tall young man emerged from the dining hall with a smile, immediately reaching out to carry your things knowing how heavy they were. You gasped in surprise and joy seeing him here. Just the sight of him made the tension off your shoulders gone.

"Caleb! So that's why dinner smelled so scrumptious tonight, you're the cook tonight!" You hugged him in excitement to which he returned with equal enthusiasm, nuzzling his nose onto your hair.

"I thought you are still back in Skyhaven!"

"I managed to take a week off and decided to spend it with my girls." He cheekily grinned as he ruffle your hair making you scowl. Your expression made him chuckle as he fixed it back for you before he could activate your temper.

"Speaking of our youngest, where is Emi?" You wondered as you looked around. It was a habit of hers to jump at you for a hug once you arrived home.

"She sends her regards since she got assigned to a mission the last minute. She was whining of not being able to see hug her jiejie, once you came home." Caleb chuckled as he showed you their conversation on his phone. "So it's just us this evening."

You chuckled, already imagining Emi's teary-eyed defeated expression upon her sending the text to Caleb.

"I'm sincerely surprised you are not being overbearing like usual." You confessed to him as you climb upstairs with him following behind you carrying your bags.

"I'm not that protective. Also, pipsqueak is now a grown woman. In fact, a full-fledged hunter. I trust that she'll be alright with her partner assisting." Once you unlocked your room, you invited him in to place your things beside your bed.

"Oh my god. Caleb, is this really you?" You covered your mouth in mock disbelief. "I can't believe you have matured!" You dramatically added, wiping an imaginary tear near the corners of your eyes. "I'm so proud!"

He rolled his eyes at your antics, trying to hide his flustered state by escaping downstairs. "I'll be heading downstairs now! I'll wait for you to finish changing before we eat!"

You giggled as the door closed shut. You wasted no time on taking a quick bath and changing into a comfortable home wear. Soon enough, you head downstairs to join him for dinner.

Both of you ate in silence, occasionally staring at the television and start small talks on whatever comes to mind. When the news channel officially began broadcasting, its first coverage was about marriage which made you groan. This didn't escape Caleb's ears as he glanced at you. He could hear the newscaster expressing their sincere blessing to married couples who got married this month as this was the biggest population recorded in a month in years. His mind wandered back at you, imagining you in a white wedding dress. In his imagination, you would be breathtaking no matter the style of bridal gown you wore. The longing part of him also imagined himself, holding your hand in front of the altar. Caleb had to shake his head to calm himself down from his daydream.

Remembering your supervisor's offer earlier, you decided to open up to Caleb. He was the one whom you can confide to since childhood vise versa with him also voicing his worries to you. Even way back when you three were first in captive in the research center until Josephine took you during the Chronorift Disaster, you were the one who would console Emi and Caleb every after experimentation.

"Caleb, I know this is out of nowhere - but do you think I should get married sooner?" You softly asked, afraid of his reaction. A part of you hope he'll understand you are not yet ready despite the pressure you are experiencing. Yet a small thought also betrayed you that he might also agree that you must haste on settling down.

His hand paused mid-air before he could pick up a dumpling. His usual carefree expression turning blank, making you shiver. You have seen that expression many times whenever you both talk in the past regarding Emi's wellbeing yet it still affected you.

"Marriage? Jie, are you okay?"

Tension filled the air as Caleb's expression turned serious. Underneath the façade, he was melting down. This was what he feared the most. The thought of you leaving him and Emi almost made him weak. He could swear his heart stopped beating for a moment that he had to put a hand over his chest to check.

Meanwhile you stared at him confused yet concerned, seeing this reaction was not you expected from him. Soon, he was heavily breathing as he clasp his hand over his chest. It was more serious than you thought as his state alerted you immediately. The last time you saw him like this was way back that time in that wretched place.

"Caleb, are you okay?!" You stood up as you went to his side, holding his shoulders. Pressing your forehead against his, you gently instructed him to take deep breaths with you to which he followed. Once he has calmed down with your help, he hold your hands whist remain seated.

"Look at me, jie." He gently said, looking up at you. Despite you standing before him, you merely towered him a few inches. "Don't listen to them. Reconsider getting married this early. You are already at the peak of your career and life." He urged, a hint of desperation could be heard in his tone along with his grip on your hands, yet you were too focused at his face to notice it.

"Not to mention, you haven't travelled to other places you have in your bucket list. Wouldn't it be a waste once you get married this early? What if you get married to who may treat you badly..."

His words hit you hard and made you reflect internally as you glanced at your hands, fiddling with his fingers in contemplation. You still have long list of plans you've always wanted to do, even the ones you wanted to do with Emi and Caleb once you three found a schedule where all parties are free. Not to mention, the slight fear of getting married to a potential abusive or unfaithful husband.

Observing the thoughtful expression on your face, Caleb knew he managed to convince you. His heart and mind sang in glee - the worries and anxiety of you leaving in the future, dissipate in a flash.

"I mean it, you really don't need to rush to get married." He spoke up again as he pulled you close for a hug in between his legs, to which you accepted as he buried his head against your clavicle while you hugged his head. Pulling away, you sent him a sincere and relieved smile, cradling his face. Your whole being felt lighter from the pressure you had before dinner. A small part of you was also glad he doesn't want you to get married yet.

"Thank you, Caleb. I really mean it."

He smiled, closing his eyes as he nuzzle his cheeks against the palm of your hands. He wished he could stay like this forever, this close contact with you. But unfortunately, you both had to go back to eating.

Once dinner was finished, you soon retire upstairs in your bedroom. Caleb is soon left alone in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Earlier, you both bantered for a minute on who would wash the dishes until Caleb won, to which you begrudgingly accepted. The sound of running water filled the dining room along with the clinking of the plates and bowls. He paused when he held your customized chopsticks. It was his birthday gift to you before you went off to college. The conversation earlier played back in his head.

"I can't let you go and leave us... Or leave me…" He mumbled, his grip on your chopsticks tight. It was an irony for him to say such a thing when he was the one who disappeared from the lives of Emi and yourself for over a year, but he is a selfish man who wanted you for himself after all these years. Yearning to be seen and leave the shadows of a foster younger brother figure.

"I wouldn't be able to handle it if you did."

I'M SO FREAKING SORRY I HAD DELETED THIS EARLIER. WHEN IT GOT POSTED, IT WAS NOT YET REALLY FINISHED. I just realized it got posted when I received a notif on my phone. My clumsy ass fingers. 😭

Hope you all like this and let me know your thoughts. 🥹

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Quite busy with school so have this doodle for now! 🫶🫶

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the virtue of patience.

ficlet request from twt: "caleb letting mc think she’s sneaking out in hs to go out with her friends but he’s following her and he waits for her to get herself into a dangerous situation so she learns her lesson and always rely on him"

cw: pseudocest, some scumbags trying to accost mc but of course caleb's there to threaten (and commit) bodily harm to them

Even when the men had cornered the three of you—you and the two friends that encouraged you to break curfew, the laws of your household that he’d set down for your safety—Caleb hadn’t done anything. He’d only stood there in the shadows, arms crossed. Blinked as you cleared your throat and tried to talk your way out of the situation with the two drunkards that decidedly do not want to just end the encounter with you leaving unscathed. 

It’s midnight, and the streetlights flicker ominously with the threat of a bulb about to blow out. Caleb listens as you blab about this and that, trying to distract the men so that your friends can leave unscathed. Your eyes meet theirs, and they bolt immediately, of course they do. They don’t love you as much as they loved themselves. Couldn’t shed the nasty human sense of self-preservation. 

So they left, and the drunkards took no notice. No, why would they chase after running prey? No point, especially when there’s such a still, silent doe in front of them. Quivering eyes, weak voice, “You better not come closer. I’m warning you.”

“How old are you again?” 

You inhale, that line of your mouth as stubborn as ever. 

“Twenty,” you lie. 

The two men laugh uproariously. “Twenty, she says,” one of the snickers as they swipe their fingers under your chin. “But from the looks of you, you don’t look a day past sixteen, sweetheart.” 

Oh, Caleb is going to break his fingers later. One by one, and savour how the bone will snap so easily under his Evol. 

“Please.” Your voice warbles. “I don’t have any money.” 

“We’ll be the judge of that,” one of them sneers, and just as he makes the first step toward you, you break.

Caleb has been patient this entire time. He’s always been good at it. Watching, waiting, for the right opportunity to present itself. And what he’s waiting for is nothing related to the men. He’s waiting for you—and it’s only when you’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks, that he finally steps out of the shadows. 

“And what,” he says darkly, “do you think you’re doing?”

Your head whips toward him. He’s behind the men who are currently trying to trap you against the wall. Who knows what they’re planning, really, but it doesn’t matter. He isn’t speaking to them. He’s speaking to you.

Ah, he thinks, there it is. 

The look on your face goes beyond relief; it veers into the territory of worship, of utter need. “Caleb,” you say, and your eyes shine with tears. You wipe your nose on the back of your hand, and you sob, “Ge, help me. I know I’m in the wrong. I promise I won’t break the rules again, please.”

He wants your attention, your need, and now he has it. He’s heady with it. 

Which makes it all the more unfortunate for the other guys on the scene, because they won’t get away with just a broken finger. He has to make sure you realize, after all. That he’s the only who can protect you, the only one who won’t run. The only one strong enough for you to depend on.  

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calebcore (nsfw)

⭑.ᐟ "if you aren't sniffing her panties daily to check for ph balance changes, then what are you doing?"

we all know that caleb is a panty sniffer. and an avid one at that. but i’d like to believe that he’s a panty sniffer with a purpose! (other than getting his dick hard, of course.)

every single time you slip a pair off and put them in the hamper, he’s taking them out when you’re not in sight and analysing them. he checks what kind of discharge you’re having, even feels it to see if you’re ovulating yet (and when you are, he marks it in his calendar). then, he’ll take a whiff. whenever you try new foods, he can smell them. the slightest difference, maybe a tang depending on the food, but it’s still there.

if you’ve got a yeast infection, his nose knows. he can smell the intense acidity the minute he retrieves your discarded panties. armed with this knowledge, he’ll get you some medicine from the pharmacy and watch you take it. you’ll be stunned by how he knows when you only just realised. it’s because he’s a freak cares.

⭑.ᐟ "d'you need any pillows?" + "wait, let me get a pillow for your hips."

i’m still undecided about whether caleb is a dom, sub, or switch. he was leaking pre-cum just from seeing you naked in the cameras he’s got all over your apartment. he almost came on the spot the first time you touched his bare cock. and he did cum the moment he slid inside you for the first time.

but, he’s got these yandere tendencies which make me think he’s a dom.

and even if i’ll never know the answer to this conundrum, what i do know is that in bed, caleb prioritises your comfort in every position. he’ll always ask if you’re comfortable before pounding into you like a rabid pack animal (oh wait! he is one).

if you’re spoon-fucking, best believe he’s propping a pillow beneath your top knee so you’re more comfortable, and he has greater access to your clit. before he eats you out, he’ll lift you by your ankles and slip a pillow beneath your hips. on your knees with your ass up and face down? there’s a pillow against your cheek that you can scream into and cuddle with if you need it.

but if you do cuddle the pillow, i think caleb, despite being fucked out as he’s thrusting into you, would notice and immediately become jealous. he would start fucking you even harder, yapping about how much better he can hold you then some stupid pillow. it can’t even hug you back! not like caleb can. with his muscular arms and firm chest and meaty thighs.

when you’re at it but not in the bedroom, let’s say, on the kitchen counter or couch, he’s still checking in with you to make sure you’re at ease. i think he avoids bending you over the kitchen counter while naked because obviously when he ruts into you, you’ll shift forward, which is (i would imagine) ouchies for your boobs pressed against the bench top. it’s also painful for your hip bones, and i think hurting you during sex is such a deal breaker for caleb.

(because his whole thing is that he’s so in love with you and obsessed with you, right? he’s so grateful that you’re even giving him a chance. how could he hurt you, his precious girl? but he inevitably does because he’ll do anything to protect you, even if it upsets you. which in turn makes him feel guilty and awful and like he doesn’t deserve you. so when you forgive him and give him another chance, he feels so grateful and the cycle repeats.)

even if you want him to, i think it would take time, practice, and trust (in you and himself), for caleb to be alright with intentionally neglecting your comfort or causing you pain (which causes you pleasure, you little masochist).

⭑.ᐟ “what am i? a leg press to you?”

during sexy time, he’s definitely cracking some jokes. and this particular one is delivered in that teasing tone as your feet rest on his shoulders, trying to push him off because the mating press has him too deep in your tummy.

he’s your childhood friend turned captor, of course he has a sense of humour! not to be a drag, but so many caleb smuts (incl. my sole one btw right here if you haven’t read it) make him out to be so harsh and possessive. which he is. to an extent. not a complaint but an observation. still love a possessive, jealous caleb smut. BUT i don’t think that’s his angle every time, you know?

along the same lines of comfort, i think joking around would be his way of helping you to relax and let go during your intimacy. maybe he’s licks the tip of your nose during missionary or ruffles your hair teasingly as you suck his cock, making you pull off him and giggle as he grins giddily down at you. or he’ll straight up deliver some stand up comedy while balls deep in you.

furthermore, caleb is a yapper, and he’s not gonna stop yapping once y’all are going at it. if anything, i think he’s yapping even more when you’re doing the devil’s tango. he’s running his mouth, rasping out praises and compliments which make you blush and gush. as we’ve established, he’s telling jokes. maybe he’s riling you up, pissing you off so you can tell him to shut up (which makes him even harder).

⭑.ᐟ “use me however you want”

imagine this, you’re needy asf and text caleb about your predicament. 20 minutes later, he’s at your doorstep. dropped everything under the guise of handling an “emergency” at home, because to caleb, this is a fucking emergency. all hands on deck, you lead him to the couch. things are getting hot and heavy, you’re grinding on his bulge, and he drops this line.

you stop, stunned as you stare at him, stuttering if that’s really okay. he urges you on, and soon enough, he’s sitting on the floor with his back against the couch. his head is thrown back, resting on the cushions as you ride his face.

that nose was MADE to be rode (and to sniff panties), convince me otherwise, ha ha you can’t. and he swears he’s seeing the stars, at heavens’ gates (fr this time) as you drag your sopping cunt all over his mouth. he’s lapping at you, finally quiet for once and in awe of how much you need him right now.

his veiny hands are wrapped around your hips, steadying you as you buck wildly, desperate for his tongue and his nose against your clit. and when you cum, he’s cumming with you. no touching required, your pleasure, your trembling thighs clamping tight around his head in sync with slick and sweet release dripping out of your hole as you scream and cry out, is more than enough to get him off.

if you weren’t riding his face and instead just sitting on it, you can rest assured that he would be using his gravity evol to crush his face with your weight. this pilot wants you to SIT on his face. fuck that hovering bullshit. he’d rather break his perfect fucking nose while making you orgasm than not feel your full weight on him.

i think caleb’s free use kink is natural. it’s not something he’s ever questioned before. like he’s never questioned his undying love and obsession with devotion to you. any time you want him, that’s enough to get him going. hell, he even lets you use him in his sleep. not that you do. you’re not ready for that level of freak yet. or maybe you are, idk. but he loves the thought of waking up and you’re dragging his leaking cock through your slippery slit, pushing it inside of you when he finally cracks his eyes open.

and then he asks if you need a pillow.

⭑.ᐟ “let me guess, the uniform stays on, pipsqueak?”

honestly, do i need to elaborate? i, pipsqueak, say that yes, the uniform stays on. the hat, the dog tags, the gloves (i’m foaming at the mouth rn btw pls restrain me), ESPECIALLY the gloves.

caleb quickly discovered your… fondness for his uniform and likes to tease you about it. when he comes home, all sweaty from another day as the fleet’s colonel with that big dopey grin on his face from seeing his precious girl baking him goodies or reading on the couch, he knows where your mind goes. he’ll give you a big cuddle and try to go and clean up, and sometimes you let him.

other times, though, you’ll pull him back into your arms and hold on to him so tight, it’s like you’re just as afraid as he is that one of you will vanish into thin air. when you gaze up at him with those doe eyes, begging him to ‘entertain’ you that he’ll ask if the uniform stays on. and unfortunately for him, the answer is always yes.

hell, caleb is beginning to feel like a whore with how you pinch his ass in those snug pants and objectify him (he’ll cry it you stop).

i can’t think of anything hotter than caleb, in his fitting uniform, with those gloved hands around your neck, restraining you in a mating press and taking out all of his frustration on your poor pussy after a hard day at work (with your consistent reassurance that doing so is a-okay). those dog tags dangling near your face so you suck on the pendants. his tie is loose, and sweat is dripping down his brow as he babbles about supervising the new recruits.

match my freak, colonel uniform + he gags you with an apple. maybe those new recruits really fucking pissed him off, and when he got home, you were testing him. or maybe he saw you with the delivery man this morning (via the cameras) and decides to remind you of who you belong to.

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star's final words: i'm back lol. got the clearance from my surgeon today for my ridiculous amount of screen time. this post is more of a rant than a drabble, but i hope y'all still liked it! super excited to be back. i had so many ideas in my six days off (the grind never stops).

[badger-tossha]

cuteness aggression

[badger-tossha]

alternative medicine

synopsis: after a tough mission, you stop by zayne’s house for a checkup. but caleb thinks you should’ve come to him.

tags: condescending jealous dom caleb, stubborn reader but justified, friendly zayne cameo, caleb’s got a weird scent thing, bickering, massage, groping, cockwarming, riding (forced), non pip-squeak pet names (baby & princess), manhandling, biting, marking, boob slapping, hair pulling, rough…not sex?

pairing: caleb x fem reader/mc

word count: 2.2k 

a/n: yall didn’t think i could still write dom caleb did u. maybe i can’t and this sucks. anyway i have turned the wholesome caleb text above into a monstrosity. if ur partner ever gets jealous when u go to the doctor irl u should ditch them immediately 

The blare of a car horn outside your bedroom window rouses you from a deep sleep. 

Late morning sunlight greets you as you blink your eyes open, surveying the mess you’d left your room in when you’d flopped into bed last night. Clothes, gear, and bags strewn all over the floor…yesterday’s mission had really taken a lot out of you.

And when you try to sit up on the mattress, you find it took even more than you thought.

Because your body hurts. Stiffness and soreness in every muscle, to the point where every movement has your limbs screaming in pain. Even your worst period cramps couldn’t compare to the army of cells trying to tear themselves apart in your body right now.

You’d really overdone it.

Staring at the ceiling, trying not to breathe too hard in case that hurts, too, you rack your brain for options. 

Back to sleep? Back to sleep would be good. Would be great, if you didn’t have plans with Caleb tonight. And flaking out this late would only make him worry. 

Power through it? Maybe. But as you try to rise again, a sharp burn in your abdomen has you gasping and crashing back down. Maybe not.

Medicine? The sensible choice. But you’d been so busy with work lately that you hadn’t been to the pharmacy in ages, and everything you had that might have helped you was expired. 

Lucky for you, you have friends in high places.

“Ow,” you groan, wincing at the sudden pressure on your neck. “Yes, it hurts when you touch there.”

“As I warned you it might,” Zayne replies smartly. “Who was it that requested this exam, again?”

“Sorry,” you grumble, lips tugging into a deep frown. “You’re using your free time to see me, I know. I’ll be quiet.”

Your friend in a high place was off work today, you’d learned when you texted him earlier. And while you’d been more than happy to leave him in peace and let him enjoy his day, when he’d learned of your condition, he’d all but insisted you come over for treatment. 

So with gritted teeth, protesting limbs, and a quick stop to a nearby coffee shop, you’d made the short trip to his neighborhood. When you’d sucked up the pain and knocked on his door,  he’d welcomed you with open arms, especially when he saw the milk tea you’d brought as compensation. 

“You don’t work for the rest of the week, correct?” Zayne asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Nope. We had it so rough yesterday, Jenna gave everyone a long weekend. I’m free to writhe around in agony ‘til Monday,” you answer, grimacing as he checks your forearms. 

“No need. You have a moderate case of overexertion—which might feel agonizing, but it’s nothing simple painkillers can’t fix,” he decides, stepping away to rummage through a cabinet. 

“Here, take these,” he says, holding out a familiar bottle of medicine. “One pill every six hours until the pain stops. You can keep them for future use, but let me know when you’re feeling better.” 

“Thanks, Dr. Zayne,” you sing, sliding down from his bar stool to give him a friendly hug. As his large hand pats your back, you breathe in his scent: clean and light, with a hint of jasmine. “What would I do without you?”

As you swing open your apartment door and flick on the main light, a hulking figure startles you much less than it should.

Freshly showered and in his nightclothes, Caleb is already inside, flipping through a book as he lounges on your armchair. An hour early, but what did you expect, coming from him?

“Hello to you, too,” you greet him wryly. “Of course you can come in. Make yourself at home, why don’t you?”

“Well, this is my second home. Would be my first, if you’d let me sleep on the couch,” he quips, a boyish grin lighting up his face as he reaches you in four long strides. “Sorry for bein’ so early, pip-squeak. I just couldn’t wait to see you.” 

“Mm, I missed you too,” you admit, standing on your tiptoes to give him a chaste peck. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day—I’m just so tired,” you whine, falling into him dramatically.

A half-second after he catches you, Caleb falters. “Did you go to a cafe today?” he asks hesitantly. “You smell different.”

“…No?” you blink slowly, staring up at him in confusion. “I got some milk tea earlier, but I only went through the drive-thru. What do I smell like?”

“Like jasmine,” he frowns, scanning you with slightly narrowed eyes. 

“Oh, that. I said I was tired, right? It’s because of my mission yesterday. I could barely move when I woke up, so I went to see Zayne earlier. You know he loves jasmine stuff—his house smells like it a little, too. Anyway, he gave me some medicine for the soreness. I’ll probably take some before we go to bed,” you explain, fishing the pill bottle out of your purse and rattling it in the air. 

“His house?” Caleb asks, voice strained with alarm.

“What?”

“You saw Zayne, but not at his office. You went to his house for medicine?”

“Uh, yeah,” you shrug simply, leaving his embrace to stand up straight. “He was off today.”

On Caleb’s face is a mix of disbelief, betrayal, and envy. But you, too busy fiddling with the pill bottle, are too distracted to notice. 

When you look up again, his only emotion is cool, confident resolve.

“Alright then, pip-squeak,” he cheers with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “We gonna watch the movie, or would you rather mess with that bottle all night?”

Your movie night starts off slow, normal, with all the whispered jokes and casual touches of the ones before. 

So when Caleb puts more pressure where his hand rests on your shoulder, you think nothing of it, at first.

But when that hand starts groping and squeezing, fondling your soft flesh under the thin fabric of your shirt, you swivel your head and eye him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Just givin’ you a massage, pip-squeak,” he grins, his murmur barely audible over the gunfire on screen. “You’re still sore, right? Let me help you out.”

Unconvinced, you scrutinize him until his innocent smile dissolves your willpower. “Okay,” you say warily, turning back to face the screen as large hands caress your body. “Thank you. But don’t distract me—this is the good part.”

***

The whole third act of the movie passes, but Caleb never stops. Your shoulders, arms, stomach, hips—every part of you he can reach, pliant under his eager touch. 

And you can’t focus. 

It’s when his wandering hands greedily squeeze the fat of your breasts that you pause the movie with a choked gasp.

“You don’t have to…I’m not sore there,” you chide, cheeks flaming from embarrassment and something more.

“Hm? Is it not helping? With the way you gasped just now, I’d think it felt really good,” he mocks, leaning in to tease you up close.

“It’s not bad. You’re just…being thorough,” you grumble, retreating from his advance.

“More thorough than Zayne was earlier, I hope,” he shoots back bitterly, and it all clicks into place.

Scoffing, you turn to face him fully, making his hands fall to your sides. “You can’t be serious. Of all the things to be jealous of—”

“I’m jealous that my girlfriend would go to another guy’s house for help when she has me on speed dial.” 

“Oh my god, Caleb, you’re not a doctor! I would’ve called you if I needed a ride home or something, not if I needed medical help.” 

“When was the last time you saw a doctor just because you were sore?” he lifts a brow, slowing his movements on your body. “I can help you just like this. You’re feelin’ better since I started, right? I can tell you are. You’re less tense, and you don’t wince when you move anymore. That’s me. Not him.”

He’s not wrong. Since he started his massage, your muscles had relaxed almost miraculously, as if his hands were the antidote to your pain. 

You won’t tell him that, of course. Pride and all.

“I’d be perfectly fine with Zayne’s painkillers,” you snap haughtily. “I don’t need you for everything, you know.”

At that, Caleb freezes entirely. 

But only for a moment.

“Is that so?” he asks lowly, breath fanning the shell of your ear. There’s a threat in his voice. A promise. Things never ended well when he took that tone with you. 

“Wait,” you try to backtrack, nervously bracing your hands against his chest. “I didn’t mean it like that, I-I just—”

Before you can plead your case, Caleb hauls you up and into his lap, molding your back to his front with an iron grip.

“I know exactly what you meant, pip-squeak,” he whispers in your ear. “But I thought you’d be tired of me provin’ you wrong by now.”

As you squirm helplessly in his hold, his hands return to your chest, pulling your shirt up to pluck and grope your tender skin. It’s hardly a massage anymore, with how rough he’s being—rolling your nipples under skilled fingers, tugging them until they ache with pleasure. When he cups one breast with merciless ownership, making your flesh spill out between his fingers, you moan and wriggle in his lap, reigniting the burn in your thighs. 

“Still hurts?” Caleb asks, laying his head on your shoulder tauntingly. 

“N-no, it feels g—”

He cuts you off. “It does, huh?” he pouts with feigned pity. “Poor baby, still so tight…don’t worry, I’ll loosen you up.”

Before you can react, he lifts you slightly to free his hard length from his sweats. Under your skirt, his hand pinches the fat of your ass hard before he slides your soaked panties to the side. 

And then slowly, steadily, Caleb lowers you down on his waiting cock, inch by devastating inch. 

Your mixed gasps fill the room as you adjust to the feel of each other—you suction his length, he savors your warmth.

“This better, princess?” he grits out, one hand still fondling your breast while the other grips your hip.

“Caleb,” you groan, annoyance and arousal blending together. 

He coos in response, pressing a gloating kiss to your hair. “Aw, it is? I know it is.” 

Chuckling breathily behind you, he slaps the flesh of your breast with a reverberating smack, and you squeal as your skin ripples. “He didn’t help you like this, right? I hope he didn’t,” he jeers. “Otherwise, I’ll have to pay him a visit.” 

Hissing at the lingering sting on your chest, you stomp his foot with your smaller one. “You are so childish! It wasn’t like that.” 

“You’re melting around me, baby,” he ignores you, shifting his hips to press deeper into you. “You don’t need those pills, you don’t need him—not while I’m here. I’m the first one you tell. First one you cry to. No one else. Isn’t that right?”

Mewling at the new angle, you shake your head wildly, bringing an arm up to tug at his hair. 

Huffing out a laugh, Caleb sinks his teeth into your neck in warning, sucking harshly before lapping at the mark. “No?” he asks, grinding your hips into his so roughly that stars cloud your vision. 

“When you're hungry, you call Caleb. When you're thirsty, you call Caleb. When you're happy you call Caleb, when you're sad you call Caleb. And when you’re sick, you still. Call. Caleb,” he finishes, punctuating his last command with three punishing thrusts into you. “Say yes.”

Stubborn as ever, you deny him, still squirming in his grasp. But when he bounces you on top of him, forcing your aching thighs and ass against his swollen base in slick, lewd slaps, you lose the dignity you had left. “Yes!” you squeal in submission, digging your nails into his thighs to ground yourself. “Y-yes, I’ll come to you when I need something. Always. I should’ve this time, I’m sorry.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, it’s like the tension in the room evaporates. 

Sighing contentedly, Caleb wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest to lay a kiss on your temple. “I know you are. But it’s okay now, right? Lesson learned for next time.”

“Next time,” you agree dazedly, eyelids drooping as his length still pulses inside you.

“Now, why don’t you pass me the remote? We have a movie to finish.”

The movie ended an hour ago.

But Caleb was far too satisfied watching you doze off on his cock to ruin the moment. 

Now, slipping out of your heat with gentle precision, he gathers your sleeping form in his arms, cradling your head to his chest.

You smell like him now. Good.

Carrying you to your bedroom, he lays you down and slips a loose t-shirt over your head before pulling the covers to your chin.

For a moment, he watches you, a serene smile gracing his lips in the moonlight. 

And then, he dips a hand into his pocket, fishing out the stolen pill bottle and dropping it in the trash.

[badger-tossha]

random pacific rim au drabble

“No.”

Caleb’s refusal comes short and curt. As they always are when you bring up the topic of attempting a neural test with him. 

“You always say that,” you say in quiet frustration. “Even when everyone knows we’ll be Drift compatible.” 

You cross your arms and stare up at the clock. The numbers flash as they update. Every uptick in number is a small victory, but you wonder if there will ever come a day when the war clock is no longer needed. 

The Jaegers are strong. But seeing Caleb’s silver Jaeger model disappear past the metal gates with every mission never fails to stir your heart with anxiety. Sometimes, you feel as though you’d drown in it. It’s not as if his current partner isn’t reliable, but still. 

When the trial for Caleb’s copilot opened, he’d refused to spar with you. Laid down his staff and surrendered on the spot when you went forth to test yourself against him. It remains a sore point. 

“Caleb,” you say again. “Family members usually have high Drift compatibility. Even if we’re not blood related—”

Caleb’s eyes flash dark. He lowers his head and says, “Compatibility isn’t my concern, pips.”

“Then what is it?”

Caleb pats your head, cutting you short in the midst of your protests. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “It’s dangerous out there.” 

(Years later, under circumstances more grim, down one co-pilot, Caleb will be unable to refuse you. Marshal’s orders. You will strap on your helmet and wait for the interface to boot, the robotic AI voice at your ears, Neural interface Drift initiated.

The machinery around you hum. And the darkness pulls you under, drowns you in the lights. It flashes over you: the weight that is Caleb’s mind. The enormity of memory. 

“Caleb?” you choke out. 

The reason why he kept refusing the Drift with you—you think you now understand, because you see yourself in his eyes, how soft the sunlight lands over the top of your head. The desperate ache at the tips of his fingers as he plucks a leaf from your hair, the empty soreness of his mouth whenever his eyes catch on the edge of your lips, the gathering pool of saliva under his tongue.

I know, comes clear through the neural bridge. A gentle wryness. No sound, but you know this to be Caleb. I know, pips. The one who’s bested me has always been you.)

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Thinking about Caleb taking care of his girl - mc/ fem!reader - so much, that he won’t put up with her spending any of her hard-earned money

After shutting your door for you, Caleb walks around the front of the car into the drivers seat, shuffling with the seatbelt as he turns the key in the ignition.

You hum to yourself in the meantime and find your lipstick in your bag—your new lipstick, a little more luxe this time, just the right shade to compliment your skin, a treat for yourself after finishing up a project at work. Just a little gift you deserved. You flip down the sun visor and open the mirror, making a pretty o with your lips to carefully apply it, stifling a smile when you feel Caleb watching.

��Where’s that from, baby?” he asks, a hand smoothing up your back.

“Hm?”

“The—uh…” His hand lifts, fingers hesitating near his lips as his eyes linger on yours. “The lipstick. That’s… new?”

You smile, the corners of your mouth tilting up. "Yeah. Just tried it now." You wrap your arms around his bicep for a quick, soft squeeze, then reach up to cradle his face, pecking his cheek - leaving soft pink mark behind. "You like it?"

He nods, almost absently, like he’s still trying to find the right words. Then, softer—surer: “Yeah. It’s… pretty.” A small pause. “Looks good on you.”

But his smile falters, and it has you pouting.

“What?”

“Nothing…” He shrugs. “Just don’t remember buying it. You used my card, right?”

You shake your head. “No, I bought it myself. It wasn’t expensive, honey, I promise.” Half true, at the very least.

“Yeah?” He blinks, then gently shifts back just enough to reach into his coat pocket, fishing out the wad of cash that’s accumulated there. “How much was it, baby? I’ll pay you back.”

“Caleb, I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m doing it anyway.” He counts out one, two, three twenties—

“Caleb, put that away—”

He looks up at you, raises his brows, dishes out a fourth and a fifth. “What?” He doesn’t hesitate for a second, folding the bills in half before leaning over the console to slip them into your purse. As he does, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek—light and teasing, knowing exactly what it’ll do. He grins, just a little, watching the way your attention drifts. One hand rests casually on the wheel—strong, veined, just enough to make you pause—and the other gently holds your jaw, guiding you toward him. He kisses you again, this time softly at the corner of your mouth, careful not to mess up the lipstick. “Use my card next time, yeah? Doesn’t matter what it’s for.”

You frown. “But I feel bad . . . I make my own money, you know.”

“You’re not supposed to spend your money, baby, you’re supposed to spend mine.”

He lifts your chin with two fingers—gentle, but sure—guiding your gaze back to him when you try to look away. His eyes search yours, steady and soft.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your lips—slow and certain, like a promise. “That’s what I’m here for.”

And honestly… when he says it like that, it’s hard to do anything but let him.

[badger-tossha]

swearing is prohibited!

[badger-tossha]

caleb says good morning

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thigh highs (i'll think of a better title later)

based on this thought. cw for use of gege. slight nsfw toward the end

———

“Better now?”

Caleb asks as he kneels to help you take off your heels. Then he massages your ankles, and you sigh at the warm sensation of his hands through the thin socks.

“Yeah,” you sigh in relief as you flop back against the bed. “Thanks.”

After an entire day of playing outside, your feet were killing you. Heels are cute and all, but the pain from wearing them too long is definitely not. Caleb had carried you in his arms the entire way home, bumping his forehead against yours in reprimand when you tried to protest, Set me down, this is so embarrassing.

If I have to get on my knees in public to beg you to let me carry you, it’ll be even more embarrassing for you.

His eyes had twinkled with mirth, and you scowled as you laid a light punch to his shoulder. He’d do it in an instance if you keep refusing, you know. Caleb is a bully.

Because you let me, he teased.

That shut you up real well. You gave in, not wanting to kick up a fuss—and your throbbing feet thanked you for it.

Which led to Caleb carrying you to your bedroom in his house in Skyhaven. And he’s still kneeling there, massaging your foot. You sigh at the pressure of his thumbs as they knead into the arch of a sole to work out the knot of tension there.

“You’re so good at this, it’s unfair,” you say.

“Had a lot of practice,” he says. “Who always had to give a certain someone a massage after her runs before?”

You wiggle your toes, a smile playing at the corner of your lips. “That someone must not be me,” you say smartly. “You volunteered.”

“Only because you’d be whining about your muscles being too sore the next day if I didn’t.”

“I can also give you a massage if you want,” you offer.

Caleb shakes his head in amusement. “Given past experiences, you’d only be up to no good.”

You flush slightly. Well, you’d meant to help him out with a massage at the beginning, you really did. It’s not your fault that his, ahem, body was so interesting to explore. One thing led to another, and the massage was still a massage—just in an entirely different way.

It’s not like you hated it. Nor what came after, as much of a tease Caleb had been in the aftermath of your little venture in trying to discover how much you can push him. How low his voice could go.

Upon seeing your expression, Caleb chuckles. “Thinking of something naughty again?”

There’s a gleam in his eyes, as though he’d known what you were thinking.

This isn’t good. You’re losing the upper hand here. You catch the trail of his gaze up your legs and it reminds you of how the whole day, he’d been glancing at your legs. A slight bob to his throat whenever he swallowed. Every time your skirt rode up, his eyes wandered.

You don’t wear socks with your skirts often, but the weather was slightly chilly today, so the occasion seemed appropriate. And somehow, it just ended up that the pair you’d chosen ended right in the middle of your thighs, right below the skirt.

Tara had assured you they’d be cute when you went shopping together with her. You find yourself grateful for it, if only because you have more ammo now.

“Come here,” you say while you pat the spot on the bed next to you.

Caleb tilts his head—like a confused puppy, you think fondly—but does as you ask. Upon sitting next to you, you swing your legs in his direction, draping them right over his lap.

“I think these socks are a bit too tight,” you say. You scoot a little closer to him. “It’s affecting the circulation of my legs.”

Caleb clears his throat. “...Are they?”

You gaze at him meaningfully.

“They are,” you say. “So they should be taken off.”

“And I suppose it’s up to me to do it?”

“My hands,” you say dramatically, “they’re so tired.”

“From picking up chopsticks at dinner, I’m guessing,” Caleb says. You pout and he laughs as he ruffles your hair. “All right, all right, I never said I wouldn’t help you.”

Said casually, but his eyes have darkened into the indigo of a sky at dusk. The open window of your bedroom soaks the room in a blood-orange, leaving the two of you in a hazy boundary between day and night. A realm where no one would be the wiser to any misdeeds. Caleb’s fingers skim up your calves, touch landing light and delicate over the layer of fabric over your skin, and the contact leaves behind a tingle that spreads like a heatwave in July.

“Take it off carefully,” you say slowly.

“Mm. When have I ever been anything but careful with you?”

You could list a few times. More than a few, actually. Mostly in situations just like this—in bed. Him at your mercy, and you at his. Victory and defeat has always been a two way street when it comes to the two of you.

You sigh as his hand slides up and rests at the top of your socks. Fingertips pressed right against your bare skin, rough and warm. You shift in place, the blue of your skirt riding up as its hem meets his wrist.

Any higher, and his hand would be right between your legs. Knuckles brushing against more than just the skirt.

But he doesn’t reach any higher. Instead, he plucks at the cuff of a sock before hooking a finger inside. And just like you demanded, the slight friction of fabric as he drags it down is slow and intentful. Nails skimming against skin as he pulls your sock all the way down. One down, two to go; however, he seems to have gotten distracted in the process though, because he’s rubbing soothing circles into your calf muscle again.

“Your skin is so soft,” Caleb says, voice tinged in a slight awe, as though this is still the first time he’s touched you so intimately.

“It’s because gege raised me with a lot of tenderness,” you say lightly. “Though the way he’s looking at me right now… It feels like he’s about to reap what he’s sown.”

Caleb looks at you. There’s a downward slant to his mouth, and for a moment, he resembles more a guilty schoolboy caught skipping school. Your mouth dries, and the volatile heart in your chest quivers. “Not without your permission,” he says. “Never.”

“I know,” you breathe.

“Do you hate it?” he asks. “When he’s like this? When he wants so obviously.”

Caleb’s hand withdraws from your skin, but you pull it back. Your fingers are so small compared to his, but he’s weak to your wills and lets you do as you want, no resistance at all against the force of you. You settle his hand against the leg with the sock yet to be taken off. Palm pressed right against your thigh. His fingers curl up, a slight resistance there—as though he’s afraid to touch. A pilgrim enticed by a statue of a goddess, anticipating the burn of holy fire.

“I hate it,” you say, “when he thinks he’s hated. When he draws away from me. When he doesn’t listen to me because there’s still one sock left on my feet, isn’t there?”

Caleb swallows. Again, just like he’d done when you purposely swished your skirt so that it rode up your leg as you skipped ahead of him on the street, tugging him along. His gaze stuck to the slip of skin between your skirt and your socks before his eyes cut away to the side of the street, faking preoccupation in the street signs.

“You’re right,” Caleb says finally. “My job isn’t done yet.” With that, he peels the other sock off you too, fingers just as delicate as with the first one. The cool air landing over your bare legs makes you sigh. “There. Did I do well?”

“Yes,” you say, lips curling up. “But the way you put it makes it sound like you’re expecting a reward. Do you want a reward, Caleb?”

“If I say yes,” he wonders, “will I regret it?”

You’re being mean. You know you are. But Caleb just makes so *fun*, you couldn’t help yourself. If you knew wearing thigh high socks would be able to get him so distracted and excited, if taking them off is enough to have him so obvious with his desires, you wouldn’t have worn them—

That’s a lie. You would have worn it way earlier, if given the knowledge.

You rub your foot slightly against his lap, hiding a smile when you feel him harden. A gentle pink spreads across his cheeks, hard to tell in the dim dusk, but you know it’s there just from experience.

“Really? From just my foot?”

Caleb grunts in response as you up the ante, heel of your foot digging into the rising bulge in his pants.

“You’re a bit of a pervert, you know that, Caleb?” you say offhandedly.

“And you’re a bit of a tease,” Caleb says. His voice has dipped low and quiet, gaze following your lips. There’a a predatory hunger to him, wound up and ready to pounce. How much further could you push him before he breaks?

“There’s worse things to be,” you say. You reach for his hand and drag it over your body again, up and up and up until it reaches the apex of your thighs where you’ve dampened your underwear, and you know he feels it because he swallows and goes very, very still. You manipulate his fingers against the wet seams of your folds, rubbing his knuckles against the soaked fabric there, and he just watches you the entire time, shadows playing over his hooded eyes. You shiver as you stroke his hand up and down, grinding over him, but it’s not enough. You’re almost there, but not all the way, and trying to reach the peak without his active involvement makes it that much harder. It’s only when you’re panting, “Ge, it’s not enough”, that he finally stirs, lips pressed thin—

Then lunges.

“Hey!” You cry out in surprise as you land back against the bed, Caleb towering over you, hands caged around your head. His shadow looms like the overwhelming shade of an overgrown tree, and there it is, the snap of an elastic band stretched too thin to sustain itself.

“You asked for this,” he says, “so you can’t regret it, okay?”

Caleb shoves your underwear aside, and before you can even protest, two of his fingers have already slipped inside with ease, entry facilitated by the slick dripping from the entrance. You jolt. A pool of heat settles in the pit of your stomach, making you leak even more onto his hand. Perhaps you should have been satisfied now, having accomplished exactly what you’ve set out to do, but the indulgent tone of his voice reminds you of when he’d fucked you to the point of tears even though you’d begged and begged.

Ah. Maybe you did go a little too far.

Caleb seems to recognize your apprehension, because he smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “Scared?” Caleb says.

“No, but is it too late to apologize?” you say weakly.

“Not really,” Caleb says lightly, as though he isn’t in the process of stretching you out his fingers. You arch your back, moaning as he hooks them just the right way, so casual in the knowledge of exactly where you like it best. The only other person who knows you best, next to yourself. “Doesn’t mean I’ll stop though.”

“Then I’m—hah—definitely not going to apologize!”

“That’s fine—I have other ways of making you say sorry,” Caleb says. “That’ll be enough for my reward.”