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Below The Belt - Caleb Chapter 1

At this point I should make the phrase 'this story kinda turned out far longer than planned' my catchphrase because oopsie it happened once again. Happy reading! TW: Caleb being pent up and desperate, dry humping to completion, inexperienced idiots in love, Caleb is a virgin, biting, grabbing hard enough to bruise ------------------------------

That Caleb loved you with every atom of his being was a fact that no one could deny. While his recent career change had turned him into a sharper, ruthless man when it came to his subordinates, not to mention his enemies, once your name was spoken, it was as if the sun broke through the endless clouds.

With you he was always so incredibly gentle, most of those who knew him now wouldn't believe that this puppy of a man was the same no nonsense Colonel they were used to.

And this gentleness translated into the bedroom just as much. At least for the time being. For the longest time even his biggest desire was sated just by you saying his name with that voice reserved just for him.

His heart threatened to beat out of his chest when you first gave him an embrace, something you didn't give a second thought, just so happy that he finally won you that plushie you wanted to much that you couldn't help but throw your arms around his neck and squeeze him until he could barely breathe.

He still remembered your faint scent that clung to his shirt all day.

Then you kissed him and he thought his time had come, that someone had decided to end his miserable existence and allow him to pass through the pearly gates at last. But as he opened his eyes again, there you were, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and grinning like the idiot in love that you were.

He in turn looked at you like he had just had the epiphany of a lifetime. Like he had just gotten the answers to all the questions he could ever ask and more still. Then he took his chance and kissed you back.

Where your kiss had been gentle and careful, a cautious testing of the waters so to speak, his was hungry, demanding and overwhelming all at once. His hands that had rested at his side immediately grabbed at your hips, nearly yanking you off your feet as he pulled you as close as he physically could, before tangling his left hand in your hair and descending down on your lips.

He knew his skills were more than unrefined, merely gathered by the glimpses of couples as he passed by them and some videos he refused to admit to watching. As corrupted as he had become as a person, in his eyes the love he had longed to shower you with for as long as he could remember, was as pure as fresh snow fluttering from the winter sky.

His restraint, trained and perfected over the years, shattered in an instant and you could barely say that he was kissing you, he was devouring you. Teeth would clash, his tongue was as invading as it was demanding and once he had crowded you against the wall, it was hard to tell where you ended and Caleb began.

His lips wouldn't stay idle once you had managed to get him to part for a moment to catch your breath. Feeling like he had been given full reign the moment you had kissed him, his lips would travel to your cheeks, your temples, your jaw, your neck, really just any place he could reach.

How to cover up the marks he was leaving on your collarbones and chest was the last thing on your mind as his hands began to explore as well. While yours were firmly planted on his broad chest, one daring to travel up to tangle in his dark hair, his were far more unrestrained.

While still squeezing your hip the hand on the nape of your neck steadily descended downwards, coming to rest on your behind, the fingers of his left hand digging into the muscle for a moment before the right hand joined in and he lifted you up.

Given his lack of experience and all the pent up feelings and desires he had bottled up inside him for all these years, the second he pinned your core against the wall with his hips, fingers now kneading your thighs, he was as good as gone.

You could clearly feel what your body was doing to his, the stiff bulge still contained by his pants rubbing against you harshly. For now he was too far gone in the moment to think of anything else but to finally find release with your body, in which way he didn't care too much about.

He could barely hear the moans leaving your mouth as his was still attached to your chest like a leech, as the friction from his relentless hips and the intensity of the moment brought you closer and closer as well.

Caleb reached his end with an almost violent tremble, biting harshly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, his fingers almost definitely leaving bruises from how hard he was gripping you and maybe it was this combination of pain and the pleasure of his minstrations or maybe even the desperate groan that bordered on a sob that left his throat, but he quickly pulled you over the edge with him.

He apologized profusely afterwards, mortified by how quickly he had lost control and how far he had things allowed to go, but you were having none of it. There was no trace of the confident and sometimes even cocky man that had fought his way past his gentle behaviour, just a man hopelessly overwhelmed and in love, looking for reassurence in your eyes.

Caleb refused to leave your side for even a second for the rest of the night.

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focused on your senses

after the bond between the two gets stronger, rafayel senses the blurred line between them

hurt? maybe???? | mentions of rafayels condition | check my notes at the end!

rafayel felt an agonizing amount of pain on his left knee, waking him up from his slumber. it wasn't unusual for him to feel discomfort there when walking, but he never had experienced this, it felt foreign.

as if the pain wasn't his

his brain was spiraling with a million thoughts as he tried to make sense of this, fearing that the cause of this was her.

as quickly as he could, and in a very clumsy matter, he reached for his phone on the nightstand. 12:08, she should be at work. he didn't know if that relieved him or made him worry more.

a ring...

then another...

the pain became stronger, as if needles were constantly stabbing it. moving it didnt seem to make any difference to the amount of pain, not what he usually experienced when he had bad knee days.

another ring...

a grunt could be heard on the other line

"kinda busy yel!" the familiar sound of her gun shooting was heard in the background

"did you hurt your left knee?!" he said frantically

"thats totally not an oddly specific and not a creepy thing to say out of nowhere" another gunshot "yeah i did- how do you... nevermind, can i call you back?"

"yeah, yeah for sure. just, please, stay safe"

the call disconnected, a deafening silence. rafayel took of his shirt and went to the bathroom mirror, the pain once again didnt seem to react to his movement, just a constant. the image of his reflection confirmed his theory, his bond mark glowing.

"ugh... fuck."

hours later, the sound of his number pad lock being unlocked drew him away from his thoughts, as a very agitated mc entered his home, throwing her bag onto the kitchen counter halfhazardly. he would coo at the domesticity of the action if it wasn't for the situation they were in.

"okay, what kinda lemurian bullshit did you pull?"

taken aback, rafayels eyes widened as he guided mc to the couch, raising her left leg onto the foot rest nearby, "i didnt do anything!"

"then how did you know? the wanderer had literally just attacked me when you called. which by the way, new rule. no more calling during work hours unless you're dying. just text me"

"it sure felt like i was dying" rafayel muttered, pouting.

"...huh"

"okay so remember how I told you that when lemurians bond our senses are focused on our partners?"

"yeah... your point?"

"i now feel the pain youre in, it woke me up"

"you were sleeping?"

"i dont think thats the point cutie!"

"right, you're right. sorry just... deflecting, I guess? this is a lot. like, im in pain most of the time so this isn't good"

"that isnt good by itself" rafayel argued "we can focus on that later, first this. why did it show up now? havent we've been... 'bonded' for a while now?"

he thought for a while, trying to come up with a recent significant event of their relationship "could this be the first big injury you have since our trip to the dessert?"

"actually, yes. but ive been in pain before these days" rafayel looked at her sternly "we'll revesit that later, but i think i could've confused it with pain from my own stuff, like, my bad posture and other stuff"

"so what do we do? i can't just not get injured, it's part of the job, but i don't want to hurt you"

"clearly it only bothers me if its a very significant injury, which I really hope you don't get. I wont stop you from doing your job, we'll figure it out as we go, okay?" he geabbed her hands, a reassuring smile on his face. she looked back at him warmly "alright, get me some ice"

hiiii i have some word vomit to do about this so bear with me or stop reading

1- if you dont know what condition raf has, its been said to a lot of time in canon that he has a hard time running, walking, standing, his resting posture even shows that he puts more weight on his right leg. he is also going blind 🤓☝️. i want to explore him losing his senses and abilities due to this undiagnosed issue and starting to feel more from mc from the bond. it is said that his senses are now focused on her, this is probably not what infold meant.

2- lately ive been dealing with my own health issue, to get better i have to do stuff that cause me the same pain that my illness does so i dont take care of my self much which i know is bad in the long run. so yes i am projecting onto yel leave me alone 😔

3- i think this might be a series! i want to explore other senses, not necessarily angsty though!!!!! i love fluff. life is way too dreadful to not have a bit of wimsy writing about two fictional characters

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hello fellow deepspace hunters 🫡 I'm nosy and love statistics so I wanted to run a survey on who the most popular LADS character/love interest is amongst different groups.

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Happy to help! I'm so glad my 5 a.m. ADHD-fuelled infodump of a tutorial in your comments was fruitful. Claymore big damage saves lives

I do not understand how to use the claymore, send help. I am a guns only type of girl.

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Entry 0.1 - Introduction

Hiya.

Cora here reporting for duty. (I’ll tell you what that duty is in a few. Just give me a sec, m’kay?)

Full name’s Cora Liddell, hailing from an itty bitty town called Three Island. That’s in the Sevii archipelago in case you didn’t know – Kin Island to be exact. I won’t be offended if you don’t know much about it. Trust me, most of the time if it feels like the kids that grow up there hop on a ferry to the mainland as soon as they can and never look back.

Um, not that I’m one of those (nor is that really bad thing, it’s just that the population keeps getting smaller every year). See, I’m definitely going back – eventually. ‘Specially since I’ve got a job to do.

Sort of.

Anywhozzle, it all started when I turned fifteen about a month ago and realized that I hadn’t done much with my life. Well, besides swing between working at my grandparent’s daycare center in Floe Island, helping out at my aunt’s breeder ranch (also at Foe Island), and trekking around Sevii with my friends during my free time.

I mean, sure I was busy most of the time – and okay I’m barely fifteen – but I hadn’t really done anything, if you know what I mean, at least not compared to the rest of my family. Seriously, I can’t even talk about my older cousins without hero worshipping them and realizing I’m the ugly ducklett of the family (really, I could go on all day about the cool things they do so it’s best if I stop that ponyta before it even exits the stable).

And that’s basically what kicked of this particular adventure: the lovechild of a downward spiraling sense of self-worth, an inexistent sense of accomplishment, and an existential crisis.

Fun stuff all around, if I’m being honest. (Hint: I’m not)

And so, being the super original person that I am, I decided that I’d hop out off Sevii and land myself on a journey.

Yeah, just like pretty much most everybody in my family and oh I don’t know – the whole rest of the world. Though I’ll get back to how I got to fixing that in a minute.

Anyway, my parents were absolutely on board with this idea by the way, not that I was surprised, they’re all big on trying new things and fulfilling your sense of adventure. But if I’m being honest, their enthusiasm made me feel like a baby Pidgey that had gotten itself hurled out of the nest and forced to fly at the first sign of possible independence. (Emphasis on possible, seriously dearest family of mine, what if my metaphorical wings got fried by the nearest electric-type, forcing me to crash-land onto a river, which swept me out into the ocean, and ended up getting chomped on by some hungry sea-dwelling pokemon. Seriously, what if).

(Ahem, moving on.)

Back to how I got to fixin’ my first unoriginal plan into my Slightly Derailed Yet Pretty Snazzy Sounding But Please Don’t Put All This Pressure On Me Oh Crap Why I Am I Doing This plan.

So how do you fling yourself off the shadow made by your family, most of which first set journey through closer-to-home Kanto or Johto?

By jetting off to Kalos apparently.

Now that idea neither of my fathers were keen on, figures that my parents would be the only set of adults in this clan to be like that. Papa’s a sailor for the Seagallop Ferry and Dad manages the Kin Island Pokemart so I guess even they don’t have fancy shmancy jobs like some of the other adults in the family. We’re all just the ridiculously small-town side of the bunch, I guess.

But well, as luck would have it – and hopefully I didn’t waste my share of luck on that one incident – my Aunt Allison (the big shot breeder) and my cousin Alice (the up and coming pokemon researcher) pulled a Big Damn Heroes on me that saved my trip to Kalos from dying before it had even started.

So now I’m not just going on a simple ‘Obtain All The Gym Badges and Befriend All The Pokemon’ journey.

My aunt told me and my parents that she needed someone to investigate the critters native to Kalos and possibly even catch and send some over to the ranch. Apparently a lot of her clients had been asking if she’d gotten her hands on any of them. And so there I was, a “trustworthy young woman itching for adventure with a keen eye and more than sufficient knowledge of the sort of information that breeders would consider essential”. I mean, thanks Aunt Ally but whoa way to put the pressure to live up to the task. Seriously, ya think she’d realize that basically being an errand girl doesn’t mean I magically absorbed all the pokemon breeder know-how.

Crossing my fingers and hoping I don’t mess up.

As if that wasn’t enough my dearest cousin Alice barged into my room the night before I set off on this grand adventure. Somehow with her ridiculous researcher connections she finagled it so that the Kalos Prof would gift me a brand spankin’ new pokemon. According to her it’s a great idea to start a region with little to no pokemon in order to “force oneself to adjust to a new environment” and all that jazz. Not that I put up any complaints considering none of own pokemon buddies are the ‘live for battling’ sort. Like, I love my dunsparce and he loves me but we both agreed that for now he’d be better off kicking back at home munching on berries. Though I promised I’d keep in touch every now and then.And that’s how I ended up sailing on the Seagallop to Vermillion City (my Papa made sure he was on my ferry so he could give me one last goodbye. There might have been some tears. Okay a lot of tears. Okay leaning more towards sobbing but can you blame us when it’s my first time out of Sevii all by myself). Then I caught a ship to Olivine in Johto, basically ran to the airport to catch a plane heading to Unova – I didn’t even get a chance sightsee the place.

Which finally brings me to where I am now: on a plane hailing from Mistralton and speeding towards Kalos, with only my pack and the journal that Alice threw at my face that fateful night right before she left to keep me company.

Okay I lied, there’s a two scoop ice cream sundae and a berry sandwich on their way to acquainting their lovely selves with my stomach, but I swear on Dan my dunsparce that it’s the last food splurge I’m investing in before I hit Kalos and get to adventurin’ in a couple of hours. Honest.

Anyway, I best better sign off here before this gets even more ridiculously long. I’m a rambler, it’s my thing. Hopefully I’m a slightly amusing rambler but that opinion’s up to y’all.

I’ll transfer this entry from journal to blog as soon as I’m done eating. Also pray to whatever pokemon deity does it for you that I find someone who knows some technological hoo-ha or I might end up wasting half my morning. And I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who doesn’t want this turning into Cora’s Adventures in Blogging instead of Cora’s Attempt at Cruising Kalos.

So wish me luck.

Cheers!

EDIT: It took me about two hours to figure this out but it’s finally up.

Good luck: 2

Bad luck: 1

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