#Love and Deepspace Caleb

[danijaci]

I've always wantedd to draw caleb :>>>>

[bibbysstuff]

Mission failed....successfully?

[calebslver]

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ caleb finding ur gspot <3

💭 : p in v , changing positions, mating press, prone bone, doggy, dumbification, slight degradation with praise

you didn’t know what he was doing. every time you thought he’d stop, he’d settle, he would change positions. acting like he was trying to find something inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. but your body did.

every time caleb thrusted, you clenched around him in pleasure—but it felt like he was missing something. every time he changed positions—from your legs on his shoulders, bending you in a way you didn’t even think was possible, to putting all his weight on top of you as you drool into the pillow—he blubbered something about knowing that it was somewhere inside, that he was so close to finding it.

every thrust was restless, a thrust deep—short, fast, a bit too the right, far to the left—you felt it through the fuzzy haze that muffled your hearing and overstimulating you. you felt your brain turn into mush, seeping past your lips as drool with every buck.

“c-caleb,” you slurred, face pressed against your pillow as he lifted your hips and pressed your ass against his pelvis. “‘leb, what’re you do—hah!” he quickly hushed you, thrusting harshly again, seeking for something—and you thought he hit it before missing it by a fraction. “know it’s here somewhere. fuck, fuck—gonna find it—gonna make you squirt, baby,” he panted.

he moved your hips to the side—thrusted. moved them slightly down—thrust. up again—thrust. until he pressed down on your back, making you arch against the matress and moved his knee—

he hit it and it felt like your brain popped.

you let out a sharp scream (one that your neighbors will probably call 911 thinking you were murdered) and you squirted. loud, wet, and dirty as your jaw dropped. he let out a choked gasp and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. he let out a long groan, head tilting back. “fuckkkk… there ya’ go. all dumb and fucked out for me, huh?”

he drew back, just to slam back, tip pressing against your gspot again that made your legs fly around and hips buck. “as you should, right? you like being so dumb for gege. your drooling your brains out, sweets,” he chuckled, grinding against the spot as you sobbed into the pillow.

[palebeastskin]

quick meme redraw

[sayangrafayel]

Does he know he's three apples (🍎🍎🍎) tall?

[usertala]

it's sooo hot

synopsis: you move away from them in your sleep because you feel hot

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Zayne

He had his arm wrapped around you with his other arm under your head, legs tangled under the sheet. You woke up feeling like a burrito who’s just been in a microwave. The way Zayne was wrapped around you was comfortable, and if it had been an ordinary night, you would’ve loved it.

But it’s not an ordinary night. It was summer, and it had just been such a hot day that even with the AC on, you were sweating, and with Zayne hugging you and the fluffy blanket thrown on the both of you, it just felt too much.

Still groggy from sleep, you slowly move his arms away and remove the blanket. You feel like every movement is causing you to sweat more. Zayne wakes up from his sleep just to see you wiggling like a slug away from him. He grabs your arm.

“Where are you going?”

You shake his arm off, “’s too hot, love.”

He sighs. Standing up, he heads to the AC and turns it up higher, heads back to bed, and places the blanket on the edge of the bed.

He lays back down on the bed, “Better?”

You return back to him, using his arm as a pillow.

“Mhm,” you hum, already falling back to sleep. He places his hand on your stomach, giving you space while watching your chest rise and fall, lulling him to sleep once more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Caleb

He wakes up from the feeling of being pushed. He opens his eyes and sees you; eyes closed, brows furrowed, and lips tugging downward. He pulls you in closer,

“Hey, pipsqueak? Nightmare?”

You tsked, “Get off, too hot,” still pushing him away.

He stands up to open the window. A cool breeze flows in, and you heave a sigh of relief. Rubbing his eyes, he checks the clock.

3:02 AM

Heading to the kitchen, he grabs a glass of cold water, making sure not to bump into anything as sleep is quickly catching up to him. He nudges you awake,

“Pipsqueak, drink some water.”

He slowly guides you to sit up and brings the glass to your lips. You grab the glass to drink.

After drinking, you push the glass to his lips, indicating him to drink too. He does. He lays down on the bed, faces you, and grabs your hand, going back to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sylus

You wake up due to extreme heat. Your head is on Sylus’ chest with his arm wrapped around your waist. You groan, trying to get away from him. The weather was already hot, and being next to him feels like sleeping beside a furnace.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?”

You turn to see Sylus looking at you. You finally remove his arm from you. You tell him that it’s hot. He raises his brow and rakes a stare down your body—you’re wearing a tank top with shorts and you still feel hot?

He goes to the AC, turns it up to the highest (lowest?) level, and goes back to bed.

He sighs, “Better?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond and just grabs your hand, wrapping his arms around you, more securely this time.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rafayel

He’s staying over at your place for the night because you invited him to dinner. You were already fast asleep, but he kept pacing back and forth. It was just so hot in your room. His place was by the sea, so it was never hot.

‘It’s just one night, you’re gonna be fine,’ he thought as he slips beside you on the bed.

The moment he touched your skin, you were already pulling away, discarding your blanket.

“What the—heyyy, why are you pulling away? I thought you wanted to sleep with me?”

He grabs your blanket and wraps it around you. You start to wake up.

“Rafayel, get this blanket off me. It’s so hot, I can’t breathe.”

You manage to break away from the blanket and lay on your stomach. He grabs the blanket and starts lightly smacking you with it.

“If you knew it was gonna be this hot, why did we even eat here? We could’ve eaten at my place. If you wanted to cook, you could’ve there.”

He guides you to stand up and drags you outside your apartment to his car and heads to his place.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Xavier

You had stayed at Xavier’s apartment for the night ’cause you got caught up with reading his new books. When you finally closed the book, the sky was already pitch black. You walk to his room and see him reading on his bed. Yawning, you lay down beside him and lay your head on his upper thigh, wrapping your hands around his waist and drifting off.

Xavier smiles as he strokes your head, humming to help you fall asleep. After a few moments, you roll over to your side of the bed, leaving him cold and wondering why you pulled away.

He closes his book and places it on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

He removes your hair from your face and places a kiss on your cheek.

You smile, “Too hot, Xavi.”

He softly laughs, caressing your cheek before standing up to close the window and turning on the AC.

He kisses your forehead, “Is this better?”

You hum, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him to bed with you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[tbaluver]

WERE GETTING MARRIED! CONGRATS TO ALL OF US HAPPY BRIDES

[bobbedazzled]

— ‘ Your ring is their biggest motivation ‘

𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ pairing: zayne, caleb, rafayel x reader

𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ content: post honeymoon, fluff, suggestive 

𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ a/n: short drabble/ramble. minor edits.

^ྀི Zayne

He walks the hospital halls radiant, wearing a soft, dreamy smile that unsettles those around him. His tone has thawed, sharp edges dulled by affection as he hums the unfinished chorus of a song that played endlessly during your month-long escape. At home, he honors the little boundaries you set, abiding by your curfew with comical discipline, and demanding reward for coming home early. And when he's late, he lets you scold him, secretly delighted by your want for him.

On nights that fall too soon, when the house goes to bed without him, he slips beneath the covers while you sleep, pressing close until his arms cradle you. In the dark, his fingers find the diamond on your hand, brushing over it gently. He buries his face in your scent, that soft floral note gifted by guests, and squeezes you closer, almost hoping to wake you.

The scent of your skin pulls him back to moonlit nights spent tangled together, an ending you reached at the close of every day. The scenes replay in his mind as he holds you, your voice echoing in the stillness of the bedroom. His hand slips under your shirt, tracing slow patterns that mimic the lace you wore the night after the reception. His lips find your neck as he gently guides your arm around his shoulders.

And when you stir in his arms, fingers lazily playing with his hair, he whispers apologies between kisses.

“My love, did I wake you?”

^ྀི Caleb

He’d never admit to being susceptible to Farspace Fever, the homesickness that plagued novice officers. He pretended to be immune to the emotional turbulence that softened younger men, scoffing at those who grew sentimental over the idea of "home." But now, drifting in the endless void, the afterglow of his honeymoon barely fading, Caleb finds himself infected by the very thing he once mocked.

He hears you on the nights he needs you most, body flushes with the need for your presence in the silence of his chamber. The memory of you haunts him: the way your waist fit perfectly in his hands, the sweetness of your lips after a night of champagne, your pleas as he melted into you. All of it worsens the throbbing his hands worked to pacify.

He stands tall with the cosmos before him, but his fingers drift to the silver band, tracing it as if it might summon your voice from across the stars. He left too soon, still wrapped in the warmth of shared vows and lazy, bedridden mornings. Deepspace is driving him mad with longing, love, and the unbearable knowledge of what waits for him, light years away.

^ྀི Rafayel

When galleries request his presence, or collectors salivate over the newfound vibrancy in his work, he declines with the same stubbornness as before. Thomas has lost what little authority he once held. Barging into the studio to demand updates on deadlines and commissions, the wall he’s used to speaking to has only hardened.

"I'm on my honeymoon," Rafayel replies, not looking up, his brush still dancing across the canvas.

He guards his new creations fiercely because they carry fragments of you. His seascapes are no longer about longing or distance, but about return. His brush follows the vision of you etched in his mind. Your silhouette glowing against cerulean waves, mimicking the ruined white linen dyed in starlight-- a canvas for the delicate curves only his hand remembers. Color crowds his palette. The quiet gasp when his lips first met yours. The way your fingertips traced his back. The warmth of your body sinking into his. He paints the moment the world slipped away, and all that remained was how you make midnights feel like forever.

[earthsrirshaart]

Caleb x #KPOPDEMONHUNTERS

The long wait is overrr 😭🩷🩷🩷

[nettgumo]

Ts looks cute

Do you guys think sylus will have a wonderful voice at singing?

[hello-lumi]

cuteness aggression

[meowmilkshake]

This is so cute 😭

[solifloris]

if they wont give us a transparent kittyleb then I'LL DO IT MYSELF

[calebsdog]

It's not unusual for Caleb to rifle through his closet and notice some of his clothes missing. The empty hangers shoved into the deep, dark corner of his closet. A little mischievous mouse, trying to cover up the evidence.

Caleb lets you get away with it. He lets you get away with pretty much anything, as long as it wasn't a risk to your health. And yes, not letting you drink soda a few hours before your bedtime counts as a risk to your health too.

But what's more surprising to him than you stealing is clothes is how they always return to his closet in the next few days. He doesn't ever bother to ask for it back. But you always return his stolen property before he can miss it too much.

"You know you can keep a few of my jackets if you want, right? What's mine has been yours since we were kids. That hasn't changed."

Late in the evening, not long after the two of you shared a nice dinner, you were sitting curled up on the couch. Caleb's blue DAA jacket was hanging off of your shoulders, your hands hidden inside the large sleeves.

Looking at you completely covered by his old clothes, Caleb would much rather you keep it. Despite Caleb giving you clear permission, you only shrug in response to his question.

"It's not the same if it isn't yours."

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around yourself. All wrapped up, you pull out your shampoo and conditioner bottles. When you lived by yourself, these big bottles of hair care products would last you several weeks to over a month.

But ever since you moved to live in Skyhaven, the bottles need to be replaced in half the time it took before. Whenever Caleb takes a shower, the bathroom smells like your hair and body wash products.

It wasn't an issue with money. Caleb covers the costs of all the groceries in the house. It was only getting on your nerves because you'd get in the bathroom to wash up, only to find just barely enough product left in your bottles for one use.

"Caleb." Stepping out of the bathroom, you take the half empty bottle you purchased a week ago with you. If you were going to confront Caleb, you would do so with the evidence.

"You keep using up all my shampoo and conditioner. Why don't I just buy extra bottles for you to use?"

Caleb's fingers pause a few inches away from his screen. His work is momentarily pushed to the side as he takes a look at what you're holding in your hand. Recognizing the bottle he's been stealing from, a smile crosses his lips. Like the guilty man that he was, Caleb only shrugs.

"It's not the same if it isn't yours."

[t-lostinworlds]

CALEB: I want to share every adventure with you in the future—with this new role. Is that okay?

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — Witnessed by Deepspace

↳ CALEB | RAFAYEL | XAVIER | ZAYNE | SYLUS