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Trapped🍎

Synopsis: While cleaning out the attic, Caleb x MC find themselves caught in an unexpected storm. The wind howls, the power cuts out, and they're locked upstairs—trapped together in the dark with nowhere to run or hide. Outside, thunder crashes. Inside, the silence grows heavy. With each flicker of lightning, the attic is briefly bathed in pale light—just enough to illuminate the years of longing, hesitation and unspoken emotion lingering between them. There, in the shadows, with the storm raging around them, what was once buried begins to rise—and the feelings they've both tried to silence finally demand to be heard.

Content: slow burn, first time, intimate, female mc, confessions of feelings, yearning, heavy consent, long read

The attic was musty, cluttered, and far too warm for a day off, yet here she was—knee-deep in dust and boxes, trying not to complain too loudly.

“How did I let you talk me into this?” she muttered, pushing an old box aside with her foot, a fresh puff of dust invading the air like it had been lying in wait for years. “This is not how I pictured us spending our day off together.”

Caleb didn’t respond right away, too absorbed in whatever he was kneeling over. Dressed in a cutoff tee and well-worn jeans, he looked far too good for someone rummaging through childhood memorabilia. His arms flexed slightly as he shuffled through old photographs, his focus absolute—until he found something that made him grin.

“For this, pipsqueak,” he said, eyes gleaming as he held up an old Polaroid. “Come look!”

She rolled her eyes, but her feet moved before her brain agreed. It’s always been like that with him—drawn in without resistance. Like silk clinging to summer skin. There was something in the way he lit up when he found something sentimental, like a little boy finding buried treasure. A tender kind of charm in the way he discovered things—something childlike, unguarded and impossible not to love. She knelt beside him and took the photo he offered.

The image struck her immediately. A young Caleb, already towering over her, flashing a peace sign. And there she was, beside him—grinning, not at the camera, but at him.

She felt the blush rising before she could stop it.

“Well well,” Caleb teased, peeking at her reaction. “Should I take this as proof that you had a crush on me back then?”

“You can take it however you want,” she huffed, though the corners of her mouth betrayed her with a faint smile.

He pinched her cheek, laughing. “Your secret’s safe with me, pips.”

She was about to tease him back, maybe mention the time she’d found his sketchbook full of her portraits, when the lights flickered. A soft hum of tension filled the air before the power snapped off completely.

Then, thunder.

A deep, rolling growl creeped through the air, followed by a flash of white-blue light across the attic’s skylight. Rain followed almost immediately—heavy, drumming, wild. The sound was nearly deafening against the sloped roof.

She jumped, instinctively grabbing Caleb’s arm. Storms had always frightened her, ever since she was little.

“It’s okay," Caleb said gently, already wrapping an arm around her. His voice was that warm, steady place she always found herself running to. Her safe haven. “Come on, let’s get the lantern.”

He led her toward the attic door, but when he turned the knob, it didn’t budge.

He tried again—harder.

“Ughhh,” he groaned, pulling back and glaring at it. “I swear I fixed this already.”

She blinked at him, suddenly very aware of the thunder rattling the windows behind her. “You’re telling me we’re stuck?”

“I mean… yeah. Unless you’ve developed superpowers recently.”

“My phone’s downstairs,” she muttered, searching her empty pockets.

Caleb sighed. “Mine too. Guess we wait it out.”

Another crack of thunder shook the house. She covered her ears, eyes screwed shut.

He was at her side in an instant, both hands coming up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing away invisible tears.

“I’ve got you. I swear, I’m right here. You’re safe.”

She buried her face in his chest, trembling. He held her tight, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “What do you need?” he whispered. “Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice breaking.

“Cards?” he offered, desperate to ground her. “We could… build something. Or I could sing to you.”

She groaned and tugged at his shirt. “No! Something else!”

He was silent then, his eyes searching hers, his worry palpable, growing by the second. Caleb tightened his jaw but tried to keep his posture relaxed, present, steady for her. She glanced up at him below a sweep of dark lashes. Her pink lips parting slightly as if she would speak. Her fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt, the energy in the space transforming into something else.

Her heartbeat drummed wildly in her chest—swift and loud, as if the thunder might hush to listen.

Caleb peered down at her, his breathing coming in short, shallow bursts. Suddenly all too aware of her proximity. He swallowed hard, cocking his head slightly to one side, appraising her.

She unconsciously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. The taste of longing settled on her tongue, her eyes fixed on her childhood best friend. No longer a boy but instead a man—calm, encouraging, bright. Caleb.

"You're beautiful," she said, surprise flashing across her face when the sound of her words filled the room. Had she said that out loud?

Caleb chuckled once, brows lifting just a little, caught off guard by the compliment. He never dared to hope moments like this could mean more—never assuming genuine affection. Caleb brings the back of his hand to her forehead, frowning with mock concern.

"Hmm, no fever. Maybe just delirious," he teases. "Should I be worried?"

She swatted at his hand and stepped back, but he caught her wrist with ease, his thumb brushing softly over her skin.

"There's nowhere to hide now, pipsqueak," he murmured—his voice low, teasing, edged with something that made her heart flutter.

In the dim light, Caleb's eyes shimmered like twilight—a dusky, luminous purple, the exact shade of sky just before the sun dips below the horizon. Not quite night, not quite day. That fragile, fleeting in-between where everything feels magical...more alive.

His eyes flickered with something deeper—longing, restraint, desire. A thousand unspoken thoughts swam just beneath the surface, all of them meant for her.

This was not the first time her and Caleb tested their limits. She knew Caleb would never cross that line, even though she wanted him to. She wondered if he could see her as more than just a friend. She stepped forward once, twice. Her hand resting on his chest, close enough for their breath to mingle.

"Who says I'm trying to hide?" She challenged. Leaning into him, his muscles solid against her. "Why don't you kiss me?"

Caleb's eyes flared, his posture stiffening. It was all the permission he needed—and yet, still, he hesitated.

"Coward," she huffed.

As she began to withdraw her body from his, he hooked her chin with his thumb and finger, drawing her gaze up to meet his. "Coward huh?" He said, searching her eyes for any sign of regret in her question.

He leaned forward slightly, bringing his mouth closer—her eyes bouncing between his eyes and his lips. He chuckled then, the corner of his lip curving into a smirk. "Are you going to be a coward now?"

She did not speak...instead simply shook her head once, swallowing hard.

"I need to hear you say yes, Pipsqueak." Caleb spoke through shallow pants, the edges of his restraint beginning to fray. "Are you sure you want to cross this line?"

"Kiss me, Caleb" she mouthed, barely above a whisper.

Caleb wrapped his arms around her then, bringing her body fully into his embrace. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes fluttering shut at his approach.

It didn't happen with fireworks.

It happened in stillness. In that hushed, trembling space between heartbeats—where the air was thick with everything they'd never said, everything they couldn't say until now.

They stood close, breaths tangling softly, like gravity had finally stopped pretending. Caleb's hand lingered against her cheek, fingers gentle—reverent—as if she might vanish if he touched her too quickly. His eyes searched her delicate features like he was trying to memorize every second before it shattered.

No more hiding. No more pretending.

And then—his lips met hers.

Soft. Slow. Devastating.

The kiss wasn't hurried. It didn't need to be. It was the kind of kiss that tasted like years of restraint breaking apart—like every stolen glance, every unspoken word, every brush of fingers that lingered too long but never long enough—all spilled into that single, soul-stealing moment.

He kissed her with such gentleness it made her chest ache. His lips were soft, cautious. Like he wasn’t kissing her for the first time, but the only time. Like this moment mattered more than anything.

Her heart stuttered, then soared.

A soft moan escaped her, the sound to Caleb was sweeter than symphony, softer than silence. Like the answer to a forgotten question. Like recognition wrapped in revelation. Like home.

His breath caught against her mouth, and for once, Caleb wasn't in control—he was dizzy, undone, kissing her like she was the only thing that had ever made sense.

It wasn't just a kiss. It was a promise. A quiet vow whispered between lips and silence: You were always mine.

She place her hand against Caleb's chest, his heart beating erratically beneath her. He stopped instantly at her touch, drawing back to look at her. "Are you okay? Was that okay? I mean...I..." Caleb stuttered. His composure ruffled from their first kiss. What felt like destiny made flesh. "I've thought about doing that for a long time," he admitted quietly, bringing her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers softly.

Still a little breathless from the kiss, she raises on her toes to press her forehead to Caleb's. Skin buzzing with energy—with desire. She moved with purpose then. Her fingers curled into the fabric of Caleb's shirt, anchoring herself. She looked up—into those twilight eyes—and found them wide open for her.

She spoke honestly—"I've waited so long for this...for you." She swallowed, heart thudding.

Caleb stared at her, partially in awe and also disbelief. "You have all of me, if you want that." He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before cupping her face. "You've always had me."

The space between them was thick with heat, with meaning, with the kind of trust you only offer once. She reached for his hand then, placing it over her heart.

"I want to give you all of me." Her words hung in the air—soft, brave, trembling with meaning.

Caleb didn't move at first. His hand was still over her heart, feeling the quick, honest rhythm beneath his palm. He looked at her again—really looked. Like she was made of light and stardust and all the things he never thought he deserved. His eyes, that luminous twilight violet, held both fire and restraint.

"Say it again," his voice quiet, earnest.

She blinked, lips parting. "I want you, Caleb."

He exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for years. His fingers slid up to cradle her jaw, slow and worshipful, like she was something sacred. A relic touched only by the devout and faithful. He leaned in, brushing his lips across her cheeks, her temple, her jaw—every touch wrapped in devotion.

"Are you sure, pipsqueak? Not just about this—about me. I need to hear it." He pressed his forehead to hers. "Say the word and I'll show you how long I've been waiting."

"You dummy," she said through a soft smile. "You're the one."

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Caleb watched her closely—waiting, always waiting. He watched as she stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Watched as she raised on her toes, eyes burning through him with a look he imagined countless times. She wrapped her arms around his back, her hands pressing against him—gentle and reassuring.

Caleb's trembling fingers touched her lips with a feather light sweep. Her bottom lip tugging slightly against the pull of his thumb. She kissed his exploring fingertips, eyes never leaving his. Caleb’s breath hitched. He looked like a man standing at the edge of everything he’d ever wanted, too afraid to fall.

"More," she whispered.

Caleb lowered his head, his dark hair falling across his eyes. He nuzzled against her, pressing his nose to the column of her neck, breathing deeply. The scent of vanilla, sugar and something uniquely her and utterly intoxicating. A low moan in the back of his throat sent shivers up her spine as she dropped her head back, granting him better access. He left a trail of kisses along her neck—devoted, attentive—almost like he was asking for forgiveness with every touch. His hands moved slowly, hesitantly, like he still expected her to change her mind.

"Caleb," she breathed, barely loud enough to hear. She leaned into his touch, inviting him to explore. To take. To claim.

And still—still—he held back. He moved like every second was sacred. Like he’d waited years for this and needed it to be perfect. Needed her to be sure.

"Pipsqueak..." her name a prayer on his lips.

Her gaze collided with his, sincerity, surrender, love shone there. Like he held the key to her heart. The only one who fits where no one else ever could. The look between them was intimate, aching, like confessions spoken in the quiet between heartbeats.

She reached for him, locking her fingers around the back of his neck. Caleb's hands found her hips then, grounding himself, tethering himself to her. When she pressed her body flush against Caleb's, his body jolted in response, hips rocking forward involuntarily. He groaned, deep and quiet, his restraint beginning to unravel.

"Are you sure? I...I don't know if I could stop once we start." His grip on her tightening, sinking into her softness.

"This is my answer," she said pulling him in for a kiss that shattered every wall between them. She opened for him and Caleb moaned into her mouth, sweeping his tongue inside, claiming her in a kiss that consumed her.

Her hands began exploring his body then. The feel of his body under the glide of her fingertips sent bolts of electricity through her. The tender bud of nerves between her legs pulsing in answer. She clamped her thighs together tightly, wanting to savor the moment. Caleb watched her as she roamed. She made slow sweeps across his collarbones, down his arms. The heat of her palms sending warmth through Caleb. His chest was heaving in shaky, shallow pants. Being touched by her after years of imagining the feel of her, the sound of her, ignited the need he had kept buried—controlled. Until now. His desire for her was deep, insatiable.

She worked her hands down Caleb's chest, pausing momentarily over his racing heart. Down further, along his muscular stomach.

She stared at him in admiration and desire, the way someone who truly feels him would look.

His body was carved in the quiet fury of stars—chiseled like a sculpture born of gravity and fire. Strength lived in every line of him, not just in the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, but in the way he carried the weight of silence, of pain, of love too big for words.

His chest, broad and steady, felt like home—like the safest place to rest a storm-tired heart. His shoulders, cut from stone and oath, looked like they were meant to carry the world—but he only ever wanted to carry her.

Veins traced his arms like rivers of promise, pulsing with quiet intensity, and when his fingers touched her—calloused, precise—it felt like something sacred. A man made of discipline and sacrifice, but kissed by softness in all the places he tried to hide.

He was beautiful in the kind of way that made you forget how to breathe—not because he asked to be seen, but because her soul recognized his soul. Entwined. Meant to be.

He wasn't just a body. He was a vow made flesh. A storm, a shelter, a galaxy folded into a man who somehow looked at her like she was the masterpiece.

In that moment her feelings cut through the silence, his defenses. No longer able to hold back. The kind of intimate, soul-reaching confession that left him still and breathless, like the world just stopped to listen.

Her voice—steady, soft, but heavy with truth. "Caleb, you look at me like I matter in a universe that's forgotten how to care."

The space between them was still but electric. A sense of belonging, something ancient and real, overwhelmed her. She spoke her truth to Caleb, given to him like a gift he never thought he deserved. And when her hands rise to cup his face, he doesn't flinch. He closes his eyes as if her touch is the only thing holding him together.

Her thumbs brush the edge of Caleb's jaw as she leans in, close enough that her words fall against his lips like a vow.

"Maybe we've been circling each other across lifetimes," she whispers, voice low, trembling, "always finding our way back, no matter what."

Her fingers press a little deeper, grounding him.

"Maybe that's why it's always felt like I already knew you. Maybe we were always meant to burn in the same sky."

His breath stutters. His walls—every shield, every scar-hardened edge—begin to fall, not with force but with awe. Because for the first time, he isn't just being loved.

He's being chosen.

Caleb stares at her like he's seeing her for the first time—and also like he's been seeing her in every dream, every battle, every moment he thought he was alone. He leans into her hands. A flicker of fear passes through his eyes—not because he doubts her, but because he's never been this close to something that could actually stay.

His hands come up, gentle but trembling, and he wraps them around her wrists like she's the only thing tethering him to the moment. His forehead drops to hers, and for a second, they just exist in silence—hearts racing in sync, breath mingling, everything else forgotten.

He takes a shaky breath before speaking. His voice low. Hoarse. Barely there. "I'm never letting you go."

And finally, it all breaks loose. The tension, the ache, the years of longing written in every breath—was held long enough.

All at once, his mouth crashes into hers with the force of everything he's never said, everything he's ever felt. There's no hesitation, no careful unraveling—just a raw, desperate need to feel her.

Their lips collide like a storm finally breaking—teeth clashing, breath stolen, hands tangling in hair and fabric and need. Her fingers clutch at the back of Caleb's neck, pulling him closer.

He groans into her mouth—low, ragged, like her kiss is undoing him from the inside out. His hands roam her back, her waist, not possessive—anchored.

They kiss like time doesn't exist, like their mouths were always meant to find each other after lifetimes of silence.

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(Next part coming soon)

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omgidklolwtf · 4 months ago

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Beneath the Silence🍎

Content: Caleb begins to share more of the truth with MC however there are layers he is not yet ready to reveal. He is almost honest but still holding back to protect her. SWF, no smut

Morning light filtered through the windows in soft streaks of gold, dancing across the hardwood floors and the tousled sheets. The house was quiet, peaceful--the way it only ever was in those first few moments of waking.

She stirred slowly, the warmth of the bed cocooning her, stretching one arm out to Caleb.

Except he wasn't there.

The sheets were still faintly warm, like he hadn't been gone long. For a flicker of a second, her heart tightened--but then, just as her eyes adjusted to the light, she heard the familiar sound of his bare feet moving across the floor.

She turned her head and there he was. Standing in the doorway, his dark hair damp from a quick shower, wearing his grey joggers low on his hips and the soft fatigue of the night etched into his features. He held a steaming mug of coffee in each hand.

"Morning, pips," he said, his voice still gravely from sleep--or maybe exhaustion.

Caleb walked over and handed her a mug, then pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Something felt off about the way Caleb tried to keep his tone light and posture relaxed. She knew him too well. She stared at him, expectant. Waiting. She sat quietly, giving him space to decide to speak.

"I got called out on a night operation. Emergency recon."

There it was.

"I made sure you were safe, locked in and sound asleep before I left." He sat beside her on the bed, eyes not quite meeting hers. "I got back just before sunrise."

She watched him carefully. Assessing. There was a weight to his shoulders, something too quiet behind those usually bright eyes.

"How was it?" She asked softly.

He shook his head, taking a sip of coffee. "Rougher than I expected. Not my favorite kind of night."

That was all he said--but it was enough. For now. She knew him. Knew he was brushing something off to not burden her, when the weight of what he left unspoken clung to him like smoke.

She set her mug aside, shifted close, and reached out to cradle his face in her hands. "You don't have to hold it all alone, Caleb. Not with me."

His eyes closed for a moment at her touch, and when he opened them again, the walls had dropped just a little. He looked tired--not just physically, but deep in his bones.

"Lie back," she said gently.

He obeyed without protest, sinking into the pillows as she climbed over him, straddling his waist--not with heat this time, but care. She bent forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his cheek, then his temple.

Her hands moved over him in slow sweeps--shoulders, chest, arms--like she was trying to soothe something invisible out of him.

"You're safe now," she whispered. "You're home. With me."

Caleb exhaled hard, his hands finding her hips, not pulling--just grounding himself.

"You always make me feel that," he said quietly. "Like no matter what happens out there, I have somewhere to land."

She smiled softly, leaning down to press her forehead to his. "That's because you do."

For a while, they stayed like that--wrapped around each other, hearts beating in sync again. And when the heaviness started to fade from his eyes, she grinned and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Now...I was promised pancakes and you're behind schedule."

He let out a quiet laugh, eyes warming again. He flipped her gently onto her back, finally smiling. The shadows in his gaze softening as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Chef Caleb at your service ma'am." She knew Caleb found comfort in busying himself with domestic tasks.

As Caleb walked toward the kitchen, a fire sparked in her chest. Caleb--her best friend, lover and protector--this beautiful, warm, playful man, was also carrying an impossible weight. He had always tried to shield her, but in doing so, he'd underestimated her strength, her ability to stand on her own. But more importantly, he underestimated her determination to stand beside him through every storm.

Their dynamic had shifted, no matter how hard he tried to hold it back. She wasn't meant to stand behind him. She wanted to stand with him--shoulder to shoulder, facing whatever came next, together.

After pancakes they sat on the couch, legs tangled together, the soft hush of the morning wrapping around them. Caleb had gone quiet again--not withdrawn, just deep in thought, the kind that furrowed his brow and made his jaw tense like he was chewing on truths too heavy to say out loud.

She watched him, the curve of her fingers tracing absent shapes on his bare chest.

"You're still somewhere else," she said gently.

Caleb blinked, looking down at her. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Just...talk to me. What's going on?"

He exhaled slowly. "Last night wasn't just recon. It was surveillance...on me."

That pulled her upright, worry flaring in her eyes. He reached out to take her hands in his, steady and warm.

"The people above me in the fleet are circling. Waiting to see if I fall out of line. And the people taking orders don't understand what it costs to follow them."

She searched his face, and for the first time, saw the cracks beneath the confidence--the burden of a man who played by rules written in blood and silence.

"I know how to stay one step ahead," he said. "I am in control. But being close to me...it's dangerous. It paints a target on your back. But I won't let anything happen to you. I'll keep you safe. I'll protect you."

She rested her palm over his heart. "But who protects you, Caleb?"

Caleb stiffened. "Why would I let you protect me? You'd rush right in, unaware of the dangers."

"You never let me try. I can hold my own. I'm not asking for danger. I'm just asking you to let me stand beside you, not behind you. We're always stronger together."

He tightened his hands into fists, working his jaw as if fighting between instinct and trust. "I want to keep you in a safe place. Away from all of it."

"And I want to live in your world. Fully."

Caleb studied her for a long beat before touching her face. He chuckled at the resolve in her gaze. But he wasn't ready to agree. Too much has happened and too many years of watching her be hurt, taken, tortured, stripped of her autonomy laid piled on his heart.

"You're stubborn," he snapped.

"I learned from the best."

They sat locked in a silent stalemate, eyes locked, neither willing to yield--not in words, not in feelings.

Caleb swallowed hard which softened something in her.

"Let's meet halfway then," she said. "You do what you have to do but don't shut me out. Let me be there."

Caleb pulled her into his arms, releasing a heavy breath. "I'll always come back to you no matter what it takes."

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Dinner, Then Everything continued🍎

Content: After care, kitchen sex, falling asleep together, Caleb x female mc

The room was hushed, filled with the soft sounds of cooling breath and rustling sheets. Caleb’s chest rose and fell beneath her as they lay tangled in the warmth of each other’s bodies, his fingers stroking lazily down her spine, grounding her. They lay together quietly in the moment—just the sound of hearts beating in sync, bodies still humming with what they’d shared.

Eventually, he shifted, kissed her shoulder and murmured, “Come with me.”

He pulled her out of bed, gently, like she was something fragile and cherished. In the bathroom, the light was low, soft amber casting a glow over their skin as the steam from the shower began to rise.

Caleb stepped in behind her, arms wrapping around her waist as the water spilled over both of them. His hands moved with purpose, not for desire but care—soothing and unhurried. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp with gentle circles and scratches. He traced each line of her, every curve, like he was still memorizing her body in worship.

And she did the same.

When her fingers smoothed down his chest, her eyes were gentle, a smile playing on her lips. He leaned his forehead against hers, water cascading between them. No words spoken—just quietly absorbing the moment.

After they were dry, wrapped in fluffy towels and sleepy smiles, she disappeared into the closet, grabbing an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. “You’re dangerous like that,” he muttered.

She grinned, padding barefoot to the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter like she’d done a dozen times before. It was domestic, casual, and yet somehow electric with the leftover buzz of their closeness.

Caleb cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them with chopsticks. Half-glancing at her every few seconds with a gentle smile. “You gonna help?” he teased.

“I am helping. I’m being inspiring.”

He smirked, shaking his head, but when he turned back to the stove, there was a softness in his expression—like seeing her in his space, on his counter, completed some secret part of him.

The eggs were scrambled to a perfect creamy finish. He turned off the heat and slid the pan over to her. She raised a brow. "No plates?"

Caleb handed her a fork and began eating straight from the pan. "At this hour we make our own rules."

They exchanged bites, laughter, slow kisses between mouthfuls. It wasn’t fancy or planned. But it was real.

Once they were finished, Caleb moved the pan aside and stood between her legs. His hands slid under the hem of her T-shirt, fingers brushing the tops of her thighs. Her breath caught, heart thudding all over again as he leaned in, mouth trailing up her neck with maddening slowness. She leaned into him, urging him to give her more. He only chuckled, his hot breath tickling her skin. “I like to take my time when I show my affection.”

Caleb’s fingers curled around her thighs as he pressed himself against her. She could feel the shift in his energy then—still warm, still tender, but burning now with a deeper desire. One that wasn’t rushed or rough, but intense, like he couldn’t get enough of her even if he tried.

She arched forward to kiss him, slow and deep, and he responded with a low groan, gripping her tighter as he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. The cotton shirt bunched around her waist, forgotten. His mouth moved against her neck, sucking a mark into the skin like he needed to claim her all over again.

“You feel so damn good,” he whispered, voice rough with want.

Their bodies met again in a slow, grinding rhythm. Caleb kissed her through every movement, holding her like she might slip away if he didn’t anchor her to him. The sounds of the city were long gone; all she could hear was their breathing, the quiet gasp of skin on skin, the way he moaned her name like a prayer every time she clenched around him.

When he came, it was with his head buried in her neck, whispering how perfect she was, how full she made him feel—how she was everything he needed. And when it was over, he didn’t move away. He just held her, forehead resting against hers, their hearts still racing in sync. “That was wildly impractical.” She said through a shaky laugh as she slid off the counter.

“But unforgettable,” Caleb said, smirking, sweeping a piece of hair from her cheek. “I’ll never be able to make eggs again without thinking about you.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away.

They cleaned up the kitchen together in lazy silence—half-naked, touching each other for no reason at all except that they could. Then Caleb reached out, took her hand, and wordlessly led her back to the bedroom. They slid under the sheets together, bodies already reaching for one another like instinct. She curled into his side, head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while he absentmindedly twirled strands of her hair around his fingers.

Neither of them spoke at first. The quiet was too full of everything.

But then, in a whisper, soft and thick with sleep, she murmured, “I feel safe with you.”

Caleb stilled for a second—like the words had reached somewhere deep, somewhere sacred—then kissed the top of her head, his voice breaking a little when he spoke.

“I'll always protect you.”

She smiled against his skin, her fingers curled lightly against his side. And with that, her body relaxed, the weight of the night settling into her limbs. Caleb held her closer, still twirling her hair, even as her breathing slowed into sleep.

Caleb pressed another kiss to her forehead. "The storms that you'll encounter in the future—they shouldn't exist in this world."

He didn’t let go—not even when sleep took him too.

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omgidklolwtf · 4 months ago

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Dinner, Then Everything🍎

Content warning: smut, date night, oral sex, intercourse, chubby appreciation, Caleb x female mc, insinuation of pregnancy

The soft hum of the city night was a comforting backdrop as Caleb guided her by the hand through the quiet restaurant doors. He'd chosen a little hole-in-the-wall, tucked away from the buzz--intimate, candlelit, with floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a full view of the starlit sky. The way he looked at her the entire evening, like she was the only person on Earth, made the wine taste richer and the world quieter.

"You know," he said, swirling his glass with that ever-present smirk, "your smile is like a velvet snare."

She laughed, ears warming by more than just the wine. She was thankful her dark hair fell around her face, hiding the obvious tell that Caleb knows exactly how to unravel her.

"How poetic," she teased. Dipping her eyes away from his intense purple gaze and taking a bite of her dinner. Caleb never held back with his compliments and tonight was no exception. His eyes traced her like poetry and every line, every curve of her was seen--not just seen but adored.

It was all very unnerving. She never considered herself attractive. In a garden full of bright, delicate blooms--cheerful daisies, graceful lilies, blushing tulips--she was the rose with thorns. Darker in hue, sharper in edge. Not the flower people picked, but the one they avoided. She was tolerated, not admired--an afterthought in a place built for softer beauty.

He smiled at her like he already knew every secret she carried. Like her walls were made of glass and he had never been afraid of what was behind them. It wasn't pity or even curiosity--but recognition. A smile that said I see all of you and I'm not turning away.

"You're staring," she said, kicking him under the table. He caught her foot then, working his hand up her bare leg and giving a firm squeeze.

"Watch where you aim." Caleb's purple eyes darkened with promise. She rolled her eyes but didn't move to release herself from Caleb's grip.

Back home, the mood shifted. Softer. Hungrier.

He pressed her gently against the door the moment it clicked shut behind them. His voice dropped to a whisper, breath grazing her ear. "All night I've been thinking about how you taste."

She barely got a word in before he scooped her up without warning, arms strong and sure, cradling her against his chest like she weighed nothing at all. She squeaked in protest, hands clutching his shoulders.

"Caleb--put me down," she whispered, glancing around, cheeks flushed. "I'm too heavy." She pinched his bicep, but he just tightened his arms around her.

"They can bear more weight than you think," he said winking at her.

She groaned, hiding her face against his neck, laughter spilling out despite herself. "Ugh, you dummy," she mumbled, the words muffled by the curve of his shoulder.

"Dummy, huh? You keep laughing like that and I'll carry you everywhere."

And in that moment she let herself feel it--safe, cherished, accepted.

There was something about the way Caleb looked at her body in the dim light, hands exploring with intention, that made her feel wanted. He wasn't shy about his admiration. His fingers trailed the curve of her hips, the softness of her belly, like each part of her deserved to be worshipped.

"You know what drives me wild?" he murmured, lips tracing the underside of her jaw. "The way your body was made to be touched. To be taken care of."

What followed wasn't rushed--it was patient, indulgent. Caleb let her guide him, eyes full of hunger and reverence.

"Let me have you," he said, voice low and raw. "All of you. However you want me."

"Lay back," she commanded, voice velvet and fire. Caleb obeyed instantly, pulling his shirt over his head, eyes never leaving hers. His body was tense with anticipation, and yet his expression was soft--open. Willing. Hungry. Caleb pulled her on top of him. She straddled him slowly, letting the heat of her body settle just above his lips. When she shifted her weight above him, his hands gripped her thick thighs like they were his salvation, his purple gaze burning with need.

She felt braver then, gazing down at his beautiful face below her, fingers threading into his dark hair. She smiled, empowered by the way he surrendered beneath her. "Look at you," she said admiringly, biting her lip. "Say please."

His eyes flared for a moment, his lips curving into a smile. "God, please," his voice trembling with desire. "I need to feel you lose control on me."

When she lowered herself, his groan was muffled, lost in the act of devotion he so eagerly offered. In that moment, it wasn't just about pleasure--it was about worship. Her softness, her boldness, her dominance--it was all met with open arms. Caleb understood the trust and vulnerability she was giving, and he viewed it as a precious gift to protect.

The moment his mouth met her, the world narrowed to sensation. He didn't just kiss he devoured like a man starved. She rocked against him, hands tangled in his hair, gasping his name like it was the only word she knew. "Can you breathe good boy? That's a whole lotta woman on your face." His only reply was a long drag of his tongue before tightening his grip on her, tight enough to mark her. He moaned beneath her, insistent and encouraging.

Her head fell back then, eyes fluttering shut. Her thighs tightening around Caleb's head. He responded with a groan that vibrated through her, sending her spiraling. She came undone above him, her hands twisted in Caleb's dark hair, hips rolling to the rhythm of his devotion. Her cry echoed in the dim bedroom, raw and beautiful. Caleb kept going until her thighs trembled and her breath stuttered. His mouth was relentless, as if his only purpose was to worship her until she shattered in his arms. She let herself fall into it--into him--knowing he'd catch every drop of her pleasure and drink it down like it was the only thing he ever wanted.

And it was.

He looked up at her, mouth slick with her pleasure, eyes hazy and filled with something primal. A low growl rumbled in his throat. "I'd stay down here all night if you let me."

She smiled, still catching her breath, her hand brushing his jaw. Grateful. Mesmerized.

That smile of hers--satisfied and radiant---lit something beneath his skin. Something darker. Something that refused to be gentle any longer.

He flipped her with a smooth, effortless motion, laying her flat against the sheets. His body loomed above hers, warm and solid, eyes darkened with want. His hands traced her curves, sliding up to her belly. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss just above her navel. "All of you. Every inch. I need you to know--I love this."

He gripped her hips, fingers sinking into her softness, as if anchoring himself to her.

"I love the way your body feels under mine. The way you gave it to me. But now?" He leaned in, licking the column of her neck, slow and possessive. "Now I'm going to take what I need."

She gasped, her body arching instinctively as his teeth grazed her skin. Caleb's hand slid beneath her thigh, hitching it up over his hip, his mouth hot and commanding against her ear. "You drive me insane. You think I can taste you like that, feel you fall apart in my mouth, and just let it end there? Oh no no no no. I'm not going to let you go that easily." His tone gravely.

His hips pressed into hers, hard and unrelenting, his breath ragged now. "You're mine."

She shivered, utterly at his mercy, and yet still so wanted, so seen. She was already trembling beneath him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, the sweat between them glistening in the low light. Caleb moved like a man undone--deliberate, but barely holding back. Every thrust was deep, every breath ragged, as if the need to possess her fully was burning through his skin.

"And you're mine," she promised. Caleb rested his forehead against hers, eyes locked with hers. The feeling between them was something raw. Unfiltered.

"I don't want to stop," he whispered, voice thick with desperation.

Her hands gripped his back, nails digging into the muscles there, urging him closer--deeper. And he gave her everything. "I want to fill you," he groaned. "I want to come so deep inside you, there won't be a single part of you I haven't touched."

Her breath caught, a moan escaping her lips, and Caleb felt it--the way her body responded to those words. The way her walls fluttered around him, pulling him deeper, needing him. Claiming him in return.

"That's what you want isn't it?" he growled, teeth grazing her neck. "You want me to make you mine in every way."

His name escaped her mouth in answer. Her thighs squeezed around him, and he grabbed her hips hard, anchoring himself in her softness, her warmth. His other hand pressed flat against her belly, possessive and reverent all at once.

"Right here," he murmured, breath shaking. "I want to fill you right here."

She moaned his name, her body spiraling again, clenching around him, coaxing him to the edge.

"I love you," she gasped. Which was Caleb's undoing. Caleb groaned, crashing his lips into hers, tasting her moans, swallowing every gasp. With one final, trembling thrust, he spilled into her, burying himself deep as her body welcomed every pulse, every drop.

He held her tight through it, kissing her temple, whispering against her skin. "All yours," he breathed. "Always yours."

Their bodies were still tangled, their breaths slowly syncing again, but the energy between them hadn't faded. It lingered--thick, warm, whole. More than lust. More than even love.

It was devotion. It was surrender. It was the kind of claiming that left no part untouched.

And in the quiet afterward, as Caleb traced gentle patterns along her stomach, he whispered one more truth.

"If you ever wanted more--if you ever wanted everything...I'd give it to you. No hesitation."

Her fingers locked with his, pulling his hand to her chest where her heart still pounded for him.

"I already have everything," she said softly. "I have you."

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omgidklolwtf · 5 months ago

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omgidklolwtf · 5 months ago

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Weekend at home with Caleb

content: domestic, everyday life, cozy, sleepy sex (consensual), multiple orgasms🍎

Weekends with Caleb are your absolute favorite. You spent all of Saturday running errands together. He surprised you with breakfast in bed, waffles with his homemade apple butter. The two of you went to the Saturday street market, taking your time to stroll and browse all of the vendors. Caleb surprised you with fresh flowers while you were waiting in line to get bubble tea. "Almost as pretty as you," he said handing them over and kissing your cheek. It makes you happy seeing Caleb so happy. Being able to openly express your feelings for each other has been like experiencing the world all over again through fresh eyes. Love looks good on you both. You roll your eyes but are grinning, “Caleb you dummy” you chuckle as you elbow him. He hooks his arm around your shoulder, tucking you into his side and guiding you back to his car. "Lets get these ingredients home. I'm going to make us a feast." Your cloth grocery bag is overflowing with delicious market finds. Freshly butchered steaks, little multicolored potatoes, a bunch of mixed herbs and microgreens. Caleb fucked you all afternoon before making you dinner. By the time your heads hit the pillow, you were both sufficiently exhausted.

You feel a tug on your hips that wakes you. The room is still pitch dark and you are unsure if you are awake or sleeping. You glance at the clock, 3:00 AM. You feel wet and aroused when you look down to see Caleb. He is between your legs, your knees draped over his shoulders. One hand holding your hip while the other snakes up your body, under his basketball t-shirt you fell asleep in. He is massaging your breasts while his tongue drags lazily up and down your slit before he probes your clit with the tip of his tongue, swirling and flicking.

He looks up at you before whispering "good morning," his hot breath tickling your inner thighs as he leaves soft kisses before returning his tongue to your clit.

"It's the middle of the night," you say sleepily, threading your fingers through his hair.

"Good evening then…does this feel okay?" He asks as he tugs you down towards his mouth.

Your only answer is a moan as you tilt your hips up against his mouth. "mmm, mhmm."

Caleb chuckles as he continues feasting on you. You squeeze his head with your thighs. You don't worry about hurting him. Not only does it take a lot to hurt Caleb, he enjoys the pain. "They can bear more weight than you think," he has said before in response to squeezing his arms.

You hear a buzz sound then. "Mmm a toy?"

He teases your pussy with it before slowly pushing it inside you. Allowing your walls to adjust to it's size.

"I love that you are not intimidated by a toy." Caleb and you have both enjoyed the vibrations of a toy between you while you fucked. "A little deeper," you say breathily, rocking your hips against him.

"Riiiight here?" He asks, adjusting the toy more deeply, slightly tilting it up into you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Mmm" he moans against you. "I love tasting you." And you know he does. Caleb has you spread on his bed like an offering on an altar. He worships you like one too. His tongue swirling around your clit before he sucks you into his mouth. The toy holding firm pressure against your gspot. The sight of your big thighs around Caleb's muscular shoulders driving you crazy. You push your breasts together, pinching your own nipples. You are getting close to cumming.

"Caleb please fuck me" you pant. Absolutely desperate to feel yourself splash all over his cock while you cum.

"Command received and approved" he teases. Climbing up the bed, his body hovering over yours, your legs still over his shoulders. He puts you into a mating press position, nudging your entrance with the tip of his cock before shoving all the way to the base. He completely fills you before moving then, drilling your pussy hard and deep. You reach your hands down to grab his thighs, pulling him against you while he bucks. Your bodies are slapping together with such force the headboard is repeatedly smacking the wall.

"Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" He groans.

"Not without you," you beg, "please." Tasting your pussy had Caleb dripping with pre cum in no time. And now feeling you surrounding his cock has him on the edge.

Caleb locks eyes with you. "I'll count us down."

"Five..." he thrusts deeply, his balls slapping against you.

You clench your pussy, squeezing Caleb as tightly as you can.

"Four..." his hands gripping you so tightly you know he'll leave behind his finger prints.

"Three...you are so beautiful."

You have whole body tingles as you try to wait for the final count. The pressure on your pussy aches for release.

"Two...I love you so much," he says while he fucks you with all of his strength. Your bodies colliding, a perfect fit. Made for each other.

"One..." he half says half groans. You are both panting, moaning, exploding on each other.

"Caleb oh my god," you yell as he thrusts in and you drench Caleb in your cum, while he fills you to the brim with his. You are both soaking wet with sweat and each other's essence but neither one of you wants to stop.

Caleb releases your legs and lays on top of you. The weight of his body feels reassuring. This was not a dream. Caleb is alive and real and here and yours. You move his hair off his forehead, wiping his sweat before kissing him.

"Just hold me like this," he says through muffled breaths, his face against your chest. "Let me keep my cock warm inside you."

You kiss each other and stroke his back, shoulders, down his arms, catching your breath. A few moments pass and then you feel Caleb harden inside of you again. "Mmm Caleb." He starts moving against you then. You are sticky with cum but neither of you care. The two of you content to welcome the sunrise joined as one.

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Annual Deepspace Fleet Ball

Content: long read, attending the ball as Caleb‘s date, reunited after a month apart, smut, teasing, begging, "please", talking him through it, cumming inside

Since you and Caleb reunited and made your relationship official, this has been the longest the two of you have gone without seeing each other. And the longest since you've had sex.

"I can't believe it's been almost a month since you've been gone...I miss you." You're rummaging through your closet, phone held between your ear and shoulder while you look for the perfect dress to wear to Caleb's Fleetspace ball. It is held once a year to celebrate the Fleet returning from their exploration through the Deepspace Tunnel. It will also be your reunion with Caleb so you want to look exceptional.

"I miss you too Pipsqueak. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again." Caleb's connection is staticky but you'll take what you can get.

"Anything else you want to do when we're back together?" You've lowered your tone, slowing the pace of your words. The suggestive question provoking Caleb. You know he's not alone right now, Giddeon and the rest of his flight crew talking in the background.

Caleb clears his throat, "I can think of a few things," you hear the need in his tone.

"Mmm, something like our activities the night before you left? I don't think we slept at all that night. I was sore for days afterwards." You bite your lip, the thought of Caleb's big hands gripping your waist while he took you in the shower, on the kitchen counter, on the balcony, literally everywhere but the actual bed.

Caleb exhales a shaky breath, his swallow audible through the phone. "Yes that would be great. We could do that again" he says casually, the background noise getting louder. You know the call is going to have to end soon, the boys are about to interrupt Caleb in precisely 10 seconds.

You secretly love making Caleb squirm, knowing he will be thinking about you every second until he returns. "I miss the taste of you Caleb. Don't forget what you promised before you left."

You hear Giddeon's voice loudly, "we're ready for orders Colonel."

"There's a few changes I need to share with everyone before take off. I'll meet you in the briefing room." Caleb says in his commanding Colonel voice, authority punctuating every word.

Caleb softens his tone before saying, "I know honey. Don't worry, I'll be home soon." The line disconnects, a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. Excitement and anticipation but also worry. The return trip from the tunnel is a difficult one and you won't be able to fully relax until Caleb is boots on the ground again.

Later that night you are showered, shaved, exfoliated, primped and ready for your reunion with Caleb. You decided to wear a dress you know will compliment the Colonel's Farspace Fleet Uniform. It is a black lace dress with off the shoulder sleeves, a corset top and a long lace skirt that trails behind you. The thigh high slit shows off your legs and the dress is so tight it looks painted on your skin. Your hair is up, revealing your long neck. You went for a minimal, dewy makeup look. Your black wing is sharp enough to cut and your pouty lips have a juicy apple red stain. You are dressed to impress and you have your sights set on Caleb.

The ball room is crowded. Tables surround the dance floor where small groups of people are talking, dancing and drinking. You have yet to see Caleb. He's likely having to make his rounds among the leadership and mingling with the guests. You are growing impatient, scanning the room, heart racing, waiting for the moment you see him again.

You sense him then, like magnets being pulled together. Your posture stiffens and your breath catches in your throat at the same time you hear his voice, tone lowered and gravely coming from behind you. "Looking for me?" A wall of solid muscle pressing against your back. His breath tickling your ear before he plants a kiss on your neck. Your eyes close for just a moment, leaning back into him. "God I missed you."

You slowly turn to face him. Caleb's eyes roaming over your body. His gaze sends shivers down your spine. It takes all of your restraint not to mount him in the middle of this ballroom. "I'm actually looking for my boyfriend, have you seen him?"

"Oh? What does he look like?"

"He's tall, dark hair, the most handsome man in this room." You trail your finger up Caleb's arm, leaning into him slightly. Your eyes collide with his and you bite your lip. You can feel Caleb hardening against you.

"Oh, yeah I think I saw him head into that room in the back. The private one next to the bar. I could help you look for him." Caleb grins down at you. The heat in his eyes promising the second he gets you alone he is going to pound you into oblivion.

"That would be appreciated."

You turn to leave just as one of Caleb's superior officers approaches you both. "Colonel" he says with a nod. Caleb reaches out to shake his hand then. "Sir, nice to see you." He turns towards you then. "Who is your companion?"

You reach out your hand then, introducing yourself before Caleb can answer for you. "Hi, I'm y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you." After exchanging pleasantries, you are ushered to his commander's table, insisting you both join him for a drink. Caleb nods politely and follows, you close behind. Your sexy reunion with Caleb is going to have to wait. You are doing your best to engage in the conversation, answering questions about your work as a hunter and how you know Caleb. You have your phone hidden in your lap under the table. You nonchalantly send Caleb a text containing an image of the lingerie you are wearing under your dress. You can see the effort it takes for him to maintain a neutral expression. However you cant help but notice how he adjusts in his seat, trying to make room in his pants for his growing erection. His hard cock likely pushing against his trousers uncomfortably. You can't help but smile at that. A muscle ticks in his jaw. Oh he's hungry for you. Pent up from a long month without your touch and in desperate need of release.

You politely rise from your seat, nodding at the commander and excusing yourself for the ladies room. You try to keep a casual pace as you head towards the back room Caleb pointed out. However the only one you see is right next to the kitchen and does not appear to be very private at all. Wait staff are coming in and out of the kitchen, preparing to start serving the plated dinner.

You are barely two steps into the room when Caleb enters behind you. He yanks you against his body, your arms going around his back as his fingers thread through your hair. You both open your mouths, tongues fighting against each other. He kisses you passionately and you return everything he's giving to you. He pulls his mouth away to assess your face, making sure you are okay. His chest heaving rapidly, breath shaky. "Pipsqueak I..."

You hear a door open then. One of the servers enters the back door of the room, looking for extra napkins. You both freeze, trying to steady your breathing. When you are sure the waiter has gone, you place your hand on Caleb's chest and shove, pushing him back against the wall. You press your body against him, gliding your tongue across his bottom lip before sucking it between your teeth and biting down gently. You run your hand down the front of his body, rubbing him through his pants.

He groans, head kicking back against the wall, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You love seeing this man unravel at your touch. "Mmm, I missed this" you say against his mouth, before sweeping your tongue inside.

The door opens, interrupting you again. It becomes obvious this is not going to be a location where you will be able to do everything you want with Caleb. "We have to stop."

"What? No baby no. Please. Please I need you so bad. I've been going crazy please." He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into the side of your neck. "Please baby, we can be quiet."

You know Caleb would never push a boundary you are not comfortable with. As much as he craves you, your happiness and consent will always been his priority. "Oh I know, my poor baby." You tease, pulling him down to you so you can kiss his neck. "But you're going to take what I give you and you're going to like it." You trail kisses down his neck, your hand resting on his chest. His heartbeat thundering under your palm. Caleb takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Come on let's rejoin the party. This will have to wait until we're in a more private location."

Caleb acquiesces, albeit a little pouty. You are going to reward him later. The two of you eat, dance, laugh. The rest of the ball is incredibly fun. Caleb is the life of any party. He can get even the biggest party pooper to have a good time. You love that about him.

Midnight rolls around before you know it and you and Caleb are finally alone back at his house. Caleb begins kissing you the second you walk inside. You are ripping at each other's clothes, desperate to be skin to skin. "Touch me Caleb," you whisper through panted breaths. His hands are on you then, electricity sparking wherever his fingers touch. Your breasts, your stomach, hips, ass. Your wetness already dripping down your thighs. When he feels how slick you are he growls deep in his throat, the sound carnal.

"You are so wet y/n."

"Only for you Caleb."

Caleb unleashes on you then. Picking you up and pressing you against the wall. He wastes no time entering you. His cock is rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Your pussy so wet that he glides in effortlessly. He is fucking you into the wall. You rock back against his thrusts, your orgasm already building. Caleb's eyes are squeezed shut. You can tell he is focusing on not cumming too fast. He always wants you to orgasm first.

His cock curls into you so perfectly. Your pussy has been starved of Caleb for so long you can tell this orgasm is going to have you squirting all over him.

"You feel so good Caleb, please don't stop" your pussy clenching his cock, ready to milk him of every drop of cum. "Just like that. Keep going baby. Yes faster."

Caleb's muscles are tense. He's using his strength and weight to grind his pelvis against your clit. "F-fuckkk" he groans, "you feel amazing."

"Look at me," you breath. Caleb's eyes flaring open and locking with your eyes. "I'm all yours."

That was all Caleb needed. He pounds into you, your hips rocking back against him. "Grind that fucking pussy on me baby."

You erupt then. Your orgasm explodes out of you. The walls of your pussy tensing as you squirt all over Caleb. "I'm cumming Caleb, come with me." You dig your nails into his back, the two of you fucking each other as hard as you can.

Caleb cries out then, cumming deep inside you. "Yes, oh my god," you say as you clench your walls around him. Milking every drop of his cum. "Give me every drop."

You two stay connected as you catch your breath. Slowly coming down from the strength of your shared orgasms. "Oh my god we made a mess." You laugh as you survey the room. Your clothes are tossed all over the space and you two are dripping in each other's essence.

Caleb doesn't care. He's looking at only you. He brings his forehead to yours, not yet ready to let you go. You smile at him. "I guess you should spend time away more often. That was so good," you say as you kiss his cheek.

He kisses your lips while saying, "then" *kiss* "can you" *kiss* "give me a chance" *kiss* "to make your good day even better?" *kiss kiss kiss*

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Caleb takes care of you🍎

Content: romantic, caring, fluff

You are beat after a 10 day mission took you away from Linkon. You are dirty, cranky and exhausted. Sleeping on the ground in between hunting several S class wanderers. You haven’t seen Caleb in what feels like forever, and the tug on your heart is nearly unbearable. Each mission that causes either one of you to be gone for too long gets harder and harder to withstand. All you want is to collapse in his arms.

You finally arrive back at your apartment, ready to fall into your bed. You enter to the comforting scent of a freshly baked apple tart, Caleb standing in your kitchen wearing nothing but an apron over a pair of jeans. “Welcome home honey!!” The wave of relief hits you like a ton of bricks when you see his eyes shining at you and the big grin on his face.

“Caleb…”you whisper through a shaky breath. Tears welling in your eyes. Your knees feel wobbly, unable to continue holding yourself upright now that you have physical proof that your Caleb is here and happy and safe.

You start to sink on your knees but Caleb catches you with his gravity evol, rushing to your side and scooping you into his strong arms. “I’m here.” He squeezes you and the enveloping warmth is like the comfort of the sunshine after a storm. You cling to his neck as he carries you to the couch, starting to set you down to rest.

“Don’t let go” you claw at him. “Hold me tighter.”

Caleb sits with you in his lap, holding you tightly. His large hands rub your back in warm comforting strokes. One hand coming to the back of your head to hold you as he rocks you. “I missed you so much,” he whispers into your hair. “So much pip.”

You cry against his shoulder. The pressure of the last week, the exhaustion, the distance from Caleb all overflowing, in need of release.

“Shhh,” he whispers gently. “I’ve got you.”

You pull back to look at his face, his eyes locking with yours. He cups your cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb. You kiss each other again and again. Tender loving kisses that linger, content to have every surface of your body fused with his.

“You must be exhausted. Are you hungry?”

Admittedly you are a bit of a wreck. Your legs are on fire, your back is killing you. Sleep and meals hard to come by over the last 10 days. Your hygiene being neglected after roughing it in the woods. You probably look a mess. Caleb hooks your chin with his finger, drawing your gaze up to meet his.

“You relax. Caleb your personal butler is here to serve you.”

The crash from the adrenaline leaves you in no position to argue. Caleb removes your shoes before wrapping you like a burrito into a blanket. He tucks the airplane plushy behind your head like a pillow, and your body instantly relaxes like a puddle. You curl up and take a deep breath.

“You look like a cozy little shrimp,” he teases before heading to the kitchen. He returns with a snack plate, holding assorted meats and cheeses, toasty bread, various pickled things, and a bowl of mixed fruit. He places it on the coffee table in front of you and heads back to the kitchen before returning with a hot cup of lemon ginger tea, and a slice of the apple tart he has baked you.

“Caleb this looks delicious.”

He fixes you the perfect bite. A little slice of everything on top of the bread. He brings it to your mouth. “Open.”

You allow Caleb to feed you the first bite before he hands you the cup of tea. “How is it?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut savoring the first bite of real food in awhile. “Mmm” you say nodding enthusiastically and giving him a thumbs up.

He chuckles and sits on the ground next to you. “Good, eat up.” He places your feet in his lap, beginning to massage and work out the knots in your calves. You wince at the pain.

“Ahhh….they are tender” you say around a mouthful of food.

He lightens the pressure, carefully massaging and rubbing you with his warm hands. You devour the plate he made you and gulp the last few sips of tea, wiping your mouth and leaning down to give Caleb a thank you kiss.

“I need a bath.”

“Yeah you do.”

“Caleb!” You say punching his arm.

“Wait here,” he says as he rises to his feet, giving you a kiss on top of your forehead before heading to the bathroom. The sound of running water encourages you to start moving. You slowly begin to rise from the couch when you are quickly scooped into Caleb‘s arms again, taking you down the hallway.

“I can walk” you say feeling a little pathetic.

“Yeahhhh…no. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.” He is not letting you go.

You rest your head against his chest, surrendering to his care. Once you’re in the bathroom he sets you down before tossing a bath bomb into the tub, the rushing water instantly dissolving it into a cloud of bubbles. He adds a scoop of bath salts from a glass jar and sprinkles it over the water. “This will help your sore muscles.” Caleb leaves you to get undressed. “I’ll refill your tea. Be right back.”

You peel off your hunter’s uniform, caked with dirt and sweat. You slowly enter the tub, allowing your body to acclimate to the heat. As soon as you are fully in, you rest your head back against the tub and close your eyes. “This is heaven.”

Caleb returns with your tea, setting it on the counter beside you before moving to the top of the tub. Caleb gently undoes your braid, combing through the strands of hair lightly with his fingers. He washes your hair while you soak, humming quietly and massaging your scalp. Careful to not get bubbles in your eyes. The corners of your mouth are tipped up in a smile, feeling relaxed and safe for the first time in days.

“I should do this myself.” But you make zero effort to move in the slightest.

“Why? You’re afraid I’ll spoil you rotten? Too late for that,” he teases.

After your second cup of tea is finished and your fingers are sufficiently pruney, Caleb helps you stand, wrapping you in a soft, fluffy robe. It smells like fresh laundry and lavender. You sit on a stool while Caleb towel dries your hair before finishing with a hair dryer. Your eyes feel heavy, and it becomes effortful to stay awake.

And once more, Caleb picks you up, taking you to the bedroom. He lays you on the king size bed, tucking you into the blankets. As he turns to leave you reach out and grab his wrist. “And where do you think you’re going?” You tug him towards you. “Stay with me.”

He chuckles, smiling at you with a dimpled grin. He leans down, hovering over your ear. He whispers “does this mean you are satisfied with my service?” He kisses your temple and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Five star rating,” you say sleepily, closing your eyes ready to sleep for a solid 12 hours.

Caleb silently crosses the room, turning out the lights. A few moments later, you feel his side of the bed sink from his weight before you are being tucked against his chest and wrapped into his arms.

“Anything for you,” he promises before a soft kiss touches the tip of your ear.

Just before unconsciousness takes you, you whisper in to the dark, “I love you Caleb.”

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