#answer : caleb

[aeyumicore]

GUYS I SAW THIS ON TWIT BUT HAD TO SHARE HERE TOO (all original creds in photos)

SOMETIMES WHEN ME AND MY BF R FORKING i will get the BEST smut ideas or like ideas for parts IN my fics (dialogue, smutty acts, etc)

but then i never ask him to stop

and then by the time its over i will have forgotten the idea and its gone forever

ITS ALWAYS A REALLY NASTY HOT IDEA i get so sad after

but anyways this is so fucking hot of caleb LMFAO I LOVE A NERD ...

[luvcaleb]

ANYTHING FOR YOU.

bf!caleb headcanons with canon-typical caleb possessiveness levels.

bf!caleb who wears hair ties on his wrist and does your hair for you when you complain about feeling hot. he even adds a neat little braid because somehow, he's even better at it than you are.

bf!caleb who lets you steal all the clothes you want. he knows he's huge, and the way his oversized shirt drapes on you drives him a little crazier than he'd like to admit. if you say anything that remotely suggests you feel a bit cold, he's already shrugging out of his jacket.

bf!caleb who gives you a piggyback ride when your feet are sore from wearing heels. he doesn't let you get off until you've arrived at a clothing store and he picks out a new pair of comfortable shoes, kneeling down to slip them on your feet.

bf!caleb who holds his hand out whenever you go shopping for cosmetics so you can test the makeup on his skin. he gives comments on which color fits you better and slides out his card before you could pull out your wallet to pay.

bf!caleb who gives you a packed lunch whenever he has the time to cook. some pieces are cut into hearts, and every meal comes with a post-it note with a different message. “i cooked your favorite, pipsqueak. hope you won't be too full for dessert later ;)”

bf!caleb who wakes you up with kisses, gently cooing that breakfast is ready on the table. he picks you up when you whine about being too sleepy, carrying you all the way to the dining room.

bf!caleb who knows all of your favorite snacks and keeps stock of them at his apartment so you can eat whatever you want during movie nights.

bf!caleb who sends you pictures when he works out at the gym because he knows you have a thing about him flexing his arms.

bf!caleb who knows all your good angles and a good portion of the photos you post on social media are taken by him. “hm? i don't do anything special. i take good photos because you always look this pretty in my eyes, princess.”

bf!caleb who kisses every inch of your skin that another man touched. may it be a friendly pat on your shoulder or a tap on your waist, he erases all traces of them with his lips, watching the red marks bloom with deep satisfaction.

bf!caleb who's always touch-starved, no matter how much cuddling you do every night. he demands you to pat his head and shower his face with kisses, and even if you do as he requests, he says it'll never be enough and he needs a lifetime supply of affection.

bf!caleb who finds every opportunity to mention his cute girlfriend to his close peers to the point they're tired of his bragging. at the fleet, the colonel is normally freezing cold, but his eyes soften ever so slightly when he sees your picture set as his lockscreen. you're always his reason to go home early, too. “my partner is waiting at home. i'll be leaving now.”

bf!caleb who spoils you rotten so that you can't live without him anymore. he can't live without you, so it's only fair if the same goes for you, right?

bf!caleb who smiles when you say you're going out with a friend. he tells you to call him when you're done so he can pick you up, and he's always right on time so you don't have to wait. good thing he was nearby, huh?

bf!caleb who bought rings way too early into the relationship and is simply waiting for the perfect time to pop the question and make you truly his.

[asiatic-apple]

Also (I requested #10 with Caleb) I 4g9t to say fem reader plsss

Thanks for the request, anon! I really hope you like subby caleb because this got away from me and I went fully into “good boy” territory SORRY (I am 100% okay with redoing this if you don’t vibe with it, just lmk)

Also, this one is a bit longer than a drabble. Consider it a bday special lol

Reminder: requests are closed!

Command me

Caleb x female reader

Prompt: finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Content: submissive caleb & dominant reader, a few uses of “good boy”, lots of teasing, JOI with a fleshlight, edging, a very small moment of objectification (aimed at caleb)

“This...this isn’t fair,” Caleb hiccups through needy whines and endless moans spilling past parted lips. “You weren’t supposed to find it.” He says that as if it’ll make you stop this sweet torture. You have no intention of stopping, though.

His cheeks are a bright shade of pink, his chest flushed and beading with sweat where his shirt is pulled up above his pecs. Sprawled across the bed, his twitching thighs are spread just enough to frame the toy you’re holding.

“No?” Your voice sounds saccharine-sweet, but your eyes are full of mischief. “Then you shouldn’t have hidden it somewhere so obvious. Top drawer, Caleb? Really?”

He huffs, breath shaky from how you’ve been teasing him nonstop since you found the toy. You let your fingers drag along the clear silicone fleshlight, slow and deliberate as you stroke it up and down his throbbing cock.

“I was curious,” you purr. “I had no idea you got off with this when I’m not around.”

Caleb squirms. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again when he finally has the strength to speak. “It’s not like that, pips. I only—fuck—used it before we–”

“Show me,” you cut him off with a soft command.

He blinks up at you, dazed and shuddering when you abruptly pull your hand away from the toy. “Wh–what?” he sputters.

“Show me how you fuck it.” You settle back against the headboard of the bed, giving his cock a pointed look to let him know you’re serious. “Come on, baby. I wanna see exactly what you do when I’m not here.”

Caleb swallows hard, his fingers already instinctively curling around the base. “You’re bein’ so mean today,” he murmurs, but there’s no real protest in his voice. You can tell he’s enjoying this. That telltale pitch of his voice means he’s slipping, already giving into his desire.

“Yeah? Well you must like it because you're hard as a rock,” you reply with a smirk. “Go on, Caleb. Start stroking it. Slowly.”

He whines at your instructions but obediently pulls the toy off his length before sinking its slick opening back down the flushed head of his cock. His breath punches out in a gasp as he slides in all the way, the suction already so wet and obscene.

You lean back, watching him greedily. “Hm, that’s a good boy,” you coo with a too-large grin. And, oh, he really likes the sound of that. A loud, uncontrollable moan escapes him, and it makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“Fuck into it,” you say, voice getting lower with desire at the sight of your own personal porn star. “I want to see your hips move.”

Caleb shudders, rolling his hips upward with a groan, the toy squelching around him. His eyes flutter closed, brows drawn tight as he fucks it faster like he’s desperately chasing his release far too soon.

“Nuh-uh.” You reach forward and tap his cheek. “Eyes on me.”

He whimpers but obeys, blinking up at you, glassy-eyed and panting.

“That’s better.” You chuckle, not yet ready to go easy on him. “Now slow down again. I want you right on the edge.”

He tries, biting his lip hard enough to leave a slightly bloody dent, muscles quivering as he slows his thrusts.

You can tell how hard it is for him. His whole body aches for friction—for your hand, your mouth, your pussy if he would be lucky enough. But you don’t give him any of it. Just your voice and strict commands.

“You like this, don’t you?” you whisper. “You like when I tell you exactly how to jerk off?”

He nods frantically, chest heaving. “Fuck, y–yes, I do. But please, touch me, just a little. Need your warmth. You’re so soft,” his garbled string of pleas is incoherent, but you hear the next part clearly: “This…this isn’t the same.”

“Nope,” you reply, a denial that’s sickeningly sweet and makes him deflate a little. “You don’t get my warmth right now. You’ve got your toy, remember? Isn’t that enough?”

He lets out the most pathetic sound, hips stuttering as he fucks the fleshlight harder again in an attempt to end your teasing sooner.

“I–I’m gonna come,” he warns with a strangled cry. Even though he’s so far gone in the throes of his pleasure, your sweet Caleb still has enough awareness to ask permission before spilling his load inside the toy. “Please, please let me–”

You lean in close, lips at his ear and fingers tickling his taut chest. “No,” you scold, “hold it right there. Don’t you dare come until I say you can.”

He chokes on a moan, shaking beneath you and sucking in deep breaths as he tries to delay his orgasm. You watch with near-sadistic glee as the muscles in his thighs tense and then relax with the effort it takes him to hold back.

“That’s it,” you murmur. “You look so good like this—fucking yourself while I watch. Bet you wish it was my pussy, though. Don’t you?”

He nods helplessly, cock twitching inside the clear toy with each labored breath he takes. You drag your nails down his stomach, and the dull scratch makes him leak even more precum inside the silicone casing.

He’s still right at the edge, hanging on by a thread, but you’re not yet done playing with your favorite fuck toy.

“Go slow again,” you demand with a smile. “Just the tip now.”

He whimpers, sliding out until just the swollen head remains inside. And then he starts shallowly fucking the entrance with trembling restraint.

“God, you’re such a mess,” you murmur, eyes locked on the beautifully flushed red tip of his cock. “Do you even know how to make yourself feel good without me telling you what to do?”

He shakes his head quickly, voice wrecked. “No. I—please, I need to come. I can’t—I can’t hold it any longer.”

“You still need to earn it.” You lean back again, crossing your arms as you watch him. “Show me how badly you want it. Stroke all the way down. Stop. Now just the head.” He follows all your instructions to a tee, body shuddering as he struggles to hold his orgasm at bay. “Good, now again.”

You talk him through it the whole time, forcing him to keep speeding up then slowing down over and over again. Caleb obeys every command with a sob—fucking the toy deep, then pausing, shuddering, and repeating it again with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

Eventually, you can see how close he really is: one more stroke and he’ll be gone. You know his body just as well as he does, so it’s clear he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

You wait one more beat, watching him tremble and beg through gritted teeth. And finally, you nod with a giddy chuckle. “Alright, alright. You can come for me now, sweetheart. Go on…that’s it.”

He lets out a strangled cry, hips snapping up hard as he plunges into the toy and spills inside it. You watch him unravel, utterly ruined, mouth open and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears.

He looks so damn cute. So needy and all yours. And his broken whine makes your thighs press together in search of some friction of your own.

When he finally collapses, panting and spent, you lean down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You were such a good boy for me,” you praise with a gentle smile.

He seems to melt under your long-awaited touch, and you make a mental note to grab some water for him after he’s caught his breath—and then clean him up and smother him with cuddles.

His lips chase yours, searching for a reassuring kiss that you can’t deny him any longer. You giggle when he keeps trying to steal another peck from you, his warm breath tickling your face. 

“Hm,” you murmur against his lips, “since you followed instructions so well…” Your voice drops to a whisper. “I’ll let you come inside me next time.”

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divider by cursed-carmine

[heartyluv]

I've finished binge reading you Caleb fics, and oh my god. My faves are definitely the camboy!caleb series, MAKES ME THINK THAT what if their next content is that his wife made him consume aphrodisiac chocolates? I'M SO SORRY IF IT IS FILTHY but yk, what if 👀

Note: Babe….you’re a genius. I’ve been thinking about how I should do this and there was only one correct answer: SUBBY CALEB!!!! I feel like I go to a different place when I write Camboy!Caleb, too LOLL And please, nothing is too filthy around here. I LOVE IT!!! I hope you enjoy, luv. 🫶🏽

Creds to @/anitalenia for the divider!!

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: Smut, Caleb is so needy, he unknowingly consumes the aphrodisiac (but he’s okay with it because it’s from you duhhh), you’re kinda dominating him, HE’S EATING THAT 🐱, the sex is being LIVE-STREAMED!!!

NeedyCamboy!Caleb/Reader

You sat down at your desk, getting the camera and your monitors ready to start live-streaming a game your audience has been enjoying watching you play. Even though where you and Caleb post your content is a site meant for everything related to sex, you were graced with a collective of people who loved you and your husband as people, just as much as they loved to see you two fuck.

The grin on your face was hard to contain as you clicked the bright red start button, and the number of viewers spiked rapidly. Dozens turned to hundreds and hundreds became a few thousand. The comments were flying as the people greeted you.

iluv2cum: OMG YES YOU’RE PLAYING TODAY

deepspacegirlie4Life: where’s caleb??

ima$lutandi0wnit: you look so gooddd

“Hey, guys,” you waved before adjusting your headphones. You bit your bottom lip, seeing the number of questions increase as everyone became curious about what has you smiling so hard.

“So, I did a little something…” The chat raved with anticipation. You leaned in to whisper, your mouth close to the microphone. “I gave Caleb an aphrodisiac.”

Covering your mouth with your hands, the giddiness that coursed through you was so hard to contain. They demanded the story and it was only because he was in the shower that you could deliver.

“He came home from the gym—Caleb loves chocolate, by the way. But, he came home, and I showed him the box of cute little chocolates. Immediately, he popped one in his mouth.” You threw your hands up in the air dramatically, making yourself laugh as you thought about how you were mid explanation and he plucked one in between in his lips. “I didn’t even have the chance to tell him anything about it. Most I got to say was a lie and that was that it’s supposed to help him focus. His ass is greedy.”

You let them know that you warned him to only have the one for reasons so stupid you couldn’t say without laughing at yourself. Then, you took the time to see what people were saying. Many were asking if it worked or if you two planned on recording a video for it.

“I’m not sure, honestly,” you shrug. “He ate it, went to get cleaned up, and has been in the bathroom for like twenty minutes now. It takes thirty for it to kick in, I think. As for a video, I didn’t even think about it. But it’s a whole box, so maybe we can use it in the future,” you wiggle your eyebrows mischievously.

“But enough chit-chat. Let’s get into it!”

While you were interacting with fans and enjoying yourself, Caleb was having an experience that for him, has come out of absolutely nowhere. Now, he’s used to being horny and desperate. Because of the job he does and the person he gets to do it with, those feelings weren’t foreign. Honestly, they didn’t even need to be provoked. If he thought about or is around you, his cock is just as ready as he is.

But that’s the thing. He wasn’t around you and he wasn’t thinking about you in this moment. What he was thinking as he dried himself off and got dressed, was the new aircraft he was going to put together once he finished. He couldn’t understand why his cock was hard and aching, but it wasn’t like it threw him off or anything. As a man, there were times where his dick had a mind of its own, so he figured this was one of those instances.

Caleb tried to shake it off, not wanting to interrupt your streaming because he knew how important your game was to you and felt that he could wait until you finished if the urge to come was still there.

She said those chocolates help with focusing. Maybe I could eat another one, he thought to himself as he opened the box once he walked into the kitchen. What was supposed to be one became two and two became three. Your poor husband didn’t know it yet, but he was fucked.

The throbbing in his dick only grew when he sat at the dining table. He couldn’t focus. It was impossible to when all he craved was to fuck your brains out. He’s been there for almost forty minutes, yet he’s barely touched the small blocks that were scattered across the wooden surface.

“I can’t fucking do this,” he grumbled to himself, a soft groan falling past his lips when he palmed his cock through his sweats. His sensitivity had even increased. He didn’t know what the fuck was causing this, but he couldn’t wait anymore.

He walked to your shared bedroom where your setup was, opening the door to see your pretty face laughing with everyone. You must be taking a break since the game is minimized and the only thing on the screen is you.

“Oh, hey babe,” you beamed. “Come, come, they wanna see you.” You gestured for him to get closer. One thing about your man—he doesn’t beat around the bush and he wasn’t about to do it now. While he didn’t want to pull you away from what you were doing, he needed something—anything.

Caleb walked toward you and the bulge in his pants was something impossible to miss. You pressed your lips together to suppress your amusement, but it was swiped off immediately because your husband spun your chair to face him, sunk to his knees before you, and threw your legs over his shoulders. You yelped, eyes wide as you looked between him and your screen to your left.

“Caleb!” you giggle in surprise. “Wait! I’m live—oh, fuck..” His pressed a kiss onto your panty clad pussy, pressing his nose deep between your lips and inhaling your scent like it would calm the raging desire in his chest. It only fueled it.

He was so hard that it was hurting and the fact that he instinctively knew he could get off if he ate you out, was blowing his mind. His tongue licked a long stripe up your clothed slit, using your whimpers as his indicator that you wanted more. All that teasing shit was off the table for him. He needed to come and only you were able to help him do that.

You being live only became his driving force.

The camera captured how your chest rose and fell with bated breath while your hand nestled itself into Caleb’s hair as his mouth made itself at home between your thighs. Your large diamond ring shined in the frame, showing everyone who you belong to. Impatiently, he pulled back just enough to slide the thin material down your legs, throwing them to land somewhere unimportant while he indulged himself in his saving grace.

All while he feasted on you for thousands to see, he felt how his leaking cock was only dirtying his once fresh clothes. He uttered not one word as he took your clit into his mouth, as he stuck his tongue inside your tight hole—not even when he spit on your pussy and smeared it across his canvas as he painted the perfect picture.

You moaned prettily for him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the wet sounds of your slick and his saliva came together to curate something so beautifully erotic.

“Baby,” you whined, bucking your hips. “I’m gonna come…Hold on—”

He wasn’t waiting. Not only because he needed you to come but by some miracle, he was close himself. Caleb was a man who needed stimulation in order to finish, but he was so close as all he did was cater to your wet cunt. Whatever was going on with him, eating you out was what was about to make him come in his pants.

The chat was flying. But you nor him knew that because you were so focused on each other. You hadn’t even noticed that the 3,000 views you had jumped to almost 10,000. What made it even more crazy? People had to pay to be able to view anything on your page and being able to participate in livestreams was an extra fee. What was happening was being shared and people were so eager to see that they were paying you two for it.

At the same time that you tensed, your orgasm crashing into you and making your grip tighten in his fluffy locks, his hips stuttered as they humped against nothing but the material of his underwear for friction. You cried out, chanting his name over and over as he hummed into your sensitive flesh from contentment after having some kind of relief. Cum now made his cock sticky and yours made his face wet.

But he was still hard.

When he looked up at you, his face was soaked and lips were flushed. You smiled lazily at him as he stood, your core clenching when you saw the wet spot that formed at the front of his pants.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he panted, pulling his shirt off and tugging his pants down next. He made you stand, pulling your shirt off and got you both naked to all the people watching. “But I need you to fuck me, baby.”

It’s a different type of buzz for him to ask you to be the one to fuck him. Of course you’ll do it. But, you’re shocked that one piece of chocolate did this to him.

“It was the chocolate,” you grinned as he kissed you neck. He froze.

“The chocolate?” he questioned again and you nodded. “I ate like three more!”

“What! Why?!” you exclaimed in laughter, but his hard dick that was still needing some help, found this everything but funny. It was angry and only your sweet pussy could calm it.

“I can’t even talk,” he shook his head, curious about what was in that small treat but not enough to wait any longer. “If I don’t fuck you in the next few seconds, my dick is gonna fall off.”

You huff out a laugh. “Get on the bed,” you cooed, kissing his hard chest.

“I guess you guys are getting your video,” you teased, turning to grab your small camcorder off its holder. “I’m not posting it either, so I hope you’re recording it, you freaks.”

You tsked as you approached him and climbed into the bed to get on top of your husband. The camera catches his tall and hard body splayed out so perfectly in the bed, making you feel nothing but lust and pride that all of this was yours. Your thighs rest on either side of his hips as his cockhead brushed against your slit, making your body titter with delight.

“My naughty husband ate more than he was supposed to,” you mockingly frowned. “Now he needs me to make it all better, doesn’t he?”

He nodded, gripping your hips tightly as if you ground him—and you do. His hips jerks with the desire to be inside you already.

“Please…I wanna come, I need to..” he begs. You hold the camera in one hand, using your other to swipe a thumb across his wet lip. Slowly, you slide it inside his mouth and your pussy squeezes around nothing when he gently sucks on the digit.

“You’re so good,” you praise, your voice low and raspy. “Pretty boy…” He looks up at you with so much love, appreciation, and need.

You gently rock your hips, sliding your puffy lips back and forth around his length. “Put your dick inside me, Caleb,” you demand breathlessly, your body overwhelmed with need. While you haven’t eaten the chocolate, with the way you’re feeling, you wouldn’t be surprised if this is exactly what he’s experiencing.

You raise yourself to help him and angle the camera so that it captures the view and the sound of how he slides inside your walls like a hot knife going through butter—With ease. Already familiar with the territory, you don’t need to take a minute to become familiarized when his thick cock takes up all the space inside your velvet walls

“That’s it…” he breathes, his hand snaking up your body to grab your tits. “You’re so fucking tight…I need you to move…” he pleads.

“Yeah?” you taunt, unable to mask your own bliss despite how much you’re poking fun at him. “I can feel you twitching, baby. Let me feel how desperate you are, hm?”

Your hips rise and fall just enough, and you grind your hips to give your clit the attention she craves. Behind you on the computer, your views have doubled and the amount of love, adoration, and money you’re getting is something that could be put in a fucking history book.

“Use me,” you pant, unable to hold the camera anymore. You haphazardly position it on a nearby pillow, and you don’t even care if it’s perfect. All it needs to do is let everyone see how good you make each other feel.

Caleb doesn’t need to be told twice. He holds you in his hands as he slams into you from below, your nipples grazing against his firm chest as you take his cock with the intensity he’s delivering. As your gummy walls suffocate his dick, all that matters in this moment is the needy man beneath you.

His face shows nothing but undeniable satisfaction—All the way from his hooded gaze as he watches his cock be lathered in your juices, to his lips that he can’t stop licking and gnawing on, and the glorious sounds that he makes.

Tears prickle in your husband’s eyes from how intoxicating everything feels and you lean down to kiss them away before they can fall. You don’t care for chocolate much, but on his lips, it becomes a delicacy. He accepts the kiss like it’s his lifeline, eager to feel your soft lips move with his.

“You feel so good,” he whimpers against your mouth, his cheeks burning with love and bliss. Your walls suck him in, holding him so snuggly like you were made to keep him safe. “Just a little more, baby.. Please don’t stop…”

Your back arches when he holds you close, his strong hand pressing your head down and close to him as your foreheads press together. Yours and his breath push and pull as he ruts into you, the intimacy so mind-numbing.

Neither of you can alert the other when both of you come so hard that it makes you cry out each other’s name. Your pussy wraps around him like it never wants to let go, squeezing him with everything you have as his thick ropes of sticky cum paint your insides.

He groans deliciously, putting so much pressure on your hips to keep you close that you know it’ll bruise. Yours thighs twitch as he stays seated inside you.

You keep grinding to ride out the high, only adding to the overstimulation. Once you can’t take it anymore, you stop your movements entirely.

“You okay?” you ask him breathlessly, swiping his damp hair away from his forehead.

He nods. “Thanks to you.” He takes a moment. “Or maybe not. You gave me an aphrodisiac?”

You smile, resting yourself on top of him as he wraps his arms around you. It brings you peace as you hear his heartbeat with your ear to his chest. “You were only supposed to take one, in my defense.”

“You said they helped you focus!” he chuckled.

“I didn’t want to give it away!”

A brief moment passes before you announce the camera. “You know we’re still on live, right?”

“I do.”

“You gonna turn it off?”

“We should.”

Silence.

“But you might want to go again.”

“But I might want to go again,” you say your sentences at the same time.

“You’re doing the work this time.” You turn your head to look into his eyes, love glistening in your irises.

“Not so commanding now, huh?” he raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“Not at all. Your horny ass wore me out.”

You feel him stir to life again inside of you, making you turn to the camera. “I might just end it. You guys shouldn’t get all the good stuff.”

You can’t read the chat, but they’re begging you to keep it on.

bang4bang: PLEASE DON’T END IT

cumminroundthemountain: did anyone else just have the most intense orgasm of their life..?

itsfreaknation: i’ll literally pay double. triple.

polywoly: is your wife looking for a relationship?

c0ckluva: i volunteer to join next time..

No matter what’s being said, none of it is important when Caleb flips you like you’re as light as a feather, his cock still nestled in your cunt when he puts you on your back.

All you know is that the chocolate has now become your partner-in-crime and your worst enemy, but you couldn’t be more excited.

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[syluses]

big girls dont cry QNA

i know you guys have lots of curiosities about this fic lolll so i’ll try to answer some of the questions i received (∗ᵕ̴᷄◡ᵕ̴᷅∗) 💕 if u still have some, just shoot me an ask!! :] also im really bad at explaining so i apologize 🤦🏻‍♀️ i have the plot nailed in my head but its tricky to articulate it in a clear, linear way for yall considering all the little nuances i added lol. i’ll try my best tho hehe :,)

Okay so there’s a whole ‘nother plot that exists in the background of this fic- which was super fun for me to write, but im sure from a reader standpoint it’s also kinda thrilling to try to connect the dots i left lol. thats why theres so many interpretations for this story (which i love!! i loved reading all yall’s theories)! 💕 BUT. that being said, the ‘canon’ goes like this:

SPOILERS BELOW read it first then come back! ( ⸍ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ɞ̴̶̷⸌ )

was caleb really dead?

No. Caleb staged his own death and then, similar to the main story homecoming wings, didnt tell mc :,) for his own reasons, for a time, he decides he’ll let her go on believing he’s truly gone…

why did he stage his death?

I dropped little crumbs of it in the fic, but it’s hinted that mc, on top of all her grief, feels a bit bitter over the whole shebang and also blames herself for it. hmm… why would that be? 🤔 well because their final moments together (or so she THOUGHT) were emotionally charged and volatile.

the foundation of their sibling relationship was growing weaker and weaker before the explosion. arguments are forming out of nowhere- things are becoming more tense and mc, for the life of her, can’t understand why her gege is always pulling her into a heated debate about safety, danger, blahblahblah, this that and the third, every time they interact. He’s being wildly unreasonable, which she knows, and protective- a trait that has snowballed as they entered their adulthood- but what she doesn’t know is the why behind it. she tells herself she just has a super protective older brother who views her as a little baby in need of his guidance- which isn’t entirely wrong… but she doesn’t see the full picture. His true feelings. All this tension eventually climbs to its peak. Caleb just gets worse and worse. He needs to do something before the world collapses on them both.

Now, in this au, he works at EVER, a somewhat shady but lucrative company- which dabbles in robotics amongst other things. I imagine they have abundant resources and wealth- and what with his promotions, it’s safe to say caleb is making a LOT. So, the delusional guy he is, he buys a big fancy suite with the idea in mind of two eventually living in it ;) but mc doesn’t want to- she has her own life in linkon!! She wants to spread her wings and separate from the nest anyway. Partly to start her own life; partly to prove to her gege that she can take care of herself. The argument that unfolds over this is the last they have before the big tragic explosion 😭 caleb, putting on a show with his beaten puppy eyes, leaves and then that’s the last time she sees him.

Caleb meticulously plans his ‘death’ out (with some help from his wingman ofc) and then eventually the robot is introduced to mc. It serves as a trojan horse. He’ll finally conquer her heart with it and win full autonomy over her. THIS IS HIS MAIN GOAL WITH THE ROBOT. WHY HE EVEN DOES ANY OF THIS TO BEGIN WITH.

Caleb gets to spy on mc with it and also slowly reshape her to accept his feelings; his ‘death’ has left her in a fragile state of mourning and he knows, after she warms up a bit to not-Caleb, he can more or less get away with anything- bc she will claw for whatever’s left of her family member. He can make her finally reciprocate and understand him— whether that be his feelings or fear or love. He tried to be patient, to be good, but obviously he had to travel a new route. He’s thinking of her 24/7. He’s obsessive, longing, protective, you name it- and all of this just worsens the more she denies him. When push comes to shove… well, caleb will do whatever it takes to win her :] He knows it’s unconventional and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him too- monitoring his endearingly stubborn, but sweet meimei and the shattered pieces he left of her through his android’s eyes— but it’s all temporary, and he truly believes it’s for the better.

did gideon know?

Yes, Gideon knew all along. He’s Caleb’s best buddy after all. To be matter of fact- Gideon didn’t just know, he quite literally ‘herded’ mc into the lion’s den in a way. Mc knew vaguely of their work at EVER, but not too much; so Gideon was the one who shined that light on their robotics and really introduced her to the concept of not-Caleb. Now, i wouldnt say Gideon is exactly comfortable with his involvement, but he actually really does care for mc and thinks she needs that help- as dubious as the means are. Anyway, it’s almost impossible to shut out all of his buddy’s demands: the brunet is nothing if not insistent on getting what he wants. In his own whacky way, Gideon thinks what he did- playing into Caleb’s plan- was for the better as well. I mean, Mc clearly wasnt doing good before not-Caleb came along,… but with the few visits he managed before the android got a little too stingy and sent him off, Gideon actually managed to catch a smile or two from her! So clearly he did the right thing 👀 not to mention… the real caleb seems very pleased with the progress, too. besides- the whole robot situation is temporary anyway :] She’ll be reuniting with the beloved gege she misses so much sooner rather than later.

how accurate was not-caleb?

His programming is like 100% accurate. Mc, for a mix of both naiveity and delusion, thinks not-Caleb is flawed when he starts to show signs of amorous/romantic feelings for her. Really, though, after she tells him to stay the night with her (innocently; and after years of having not shared the same childhood twin bed), it triggers a part of his ‘brain’ that undoes all real caleb’s self restraint thus far :] If the same exact situation happened with the real caleb, his reaction would’ve more or less been the same. Homeboy can only keep his feelings in check for so long

who programmed not-caleb?

Real Caleb

how is mc pregnant?

Because the robot’s creator wanted to add his own special touch to his work if you know what i mean :) yeah he’s a freak like that. Dont think he WOULDNT install in his robot the ability to indirectly knock his ‘meimei’ up. I will say though, that while caleb wants to get mc pregnant, its not fully bc he wants to start a family- at least not right away- but because he wants to emotionally and legally trap her with him. Besides monitoring her/wearing down her walls while she thought he was ‘dead’, this was actually one of caleb’s biggest goals with sending not-caleb into her home.

is not-caleb self-aware?

Yes

what’s real caleb been doing all this time?

Basically climbing the ranks of EVER from his lil perch somewhere in skyhaven. all the while, of course, spying on mc like a hawk. Biding his time & waiting for the right moment when she’s at her weakest, most codependent state to replace his carbon copy :)

was caleb controlling his robot?

No. But he essentially created its whole program. And there are cameras inside its eyes in which he watches mc from :) and cant help but snap pics with sometimes: she’s just so pretty— and endlessly sexy when he finally, in a vicarious way, gets to lie her back and make love to her <3

what is real caleb’s motive/ultimate goal?

1. to control/protect/‘tame’ mc through the robot; get her to see things from his point of view (which means realizing she belongs with him- where it’s safe and he can protect & love her)

2. to knock her up (hence the. ahem. reproductive abilities of the robot) so that he can trap her with a baby on top of all the other emotional strings he’s hogtied her with.

does gideon want mc too?

the question is not would gideon smash her. the question is would caleb LET him…. 👀

also, below i just attached a screenie from some of the notes i took. theyre ofc a little disjointed but i think it might clarify things too :] im so bad at answering questions esp for a plot this spiraling but i really tried my best guys my brain is tired forgive me :,)

[astrolavas]

I was wondering: Did you have any art of the TOH Gang as teens vs adults?? I love your personal styles of drawing the kids and I was wondering what sort of stuff you might imagine for them all as adults since a lot of people always have unique ideas!

i designed an older hunter once during the s2 hiatus, but here's how i imagine all of hexsquad when they're older adults now!

i'd say they're in their late... 50's here?

[jinwoosbabyboo]

So either Infold loves Caleb real bad or they’re trying to hurry up and get though his Myth and Sylus birthday so they can get to the 6th love interest because they love him REAL BAD because why we speed running Caleb like this ?

[xavierfan]

If Caleb is panty lover, what kinks do the others have? 🤔

Wasn't Zayne into tying us up? (Is it called shibari? I'm not sure...)

But I'm not sure about Xavier, Sylus or Rafayel. I haven't really read anything with them yet... Still trying to survive Caleb fics and a little bit of Zayne fics. 😩😅

i think i'll write a little more about this in a separate post but i wanted to respond!!!

caleb: panty lover (NOT UP FOR DEBATE), i think he's also a pervert so he probably likes listening to you jerk off through the walls or catching glimpses of you through your barely opened door. gun play too. idk.

zayne: whatever shoe thing i just posted about... tying you up, and anything with a lot of control involved. he controls the OR and he controls the bedroom 🙏

xavier: FREAK-A-LEAK ALERT. real pervert. probably a little bit of a voyeur, exhibitionist for sure (balcony is his favourite spot), and is probably really into marking you up so you have to wear a turtle neck in the warm weather (possessive and he just thinks it's silly)

sylus: i think he's really into you taking the lead, playing into your brattiness or leaning into the idea of you dominating him. like i dont think he's a sub by any means but i think he's like deeply entertained by the idea you think you could dominate him. i kind of just think of sylus as a sweetheart who lowkey is not insane...

rafayel: semi-public sex (public spaces like bathrooms, changerooms, and parks) just cause he can't keep his hands off you, i lowkey think he's probably on the rougher side so face-fucking/ throat-fucking seems really up his alley.

[humanjarvis]

Do you think Sylus and Caleb would get along?

i literally love you for asking me this. absolutely not.

i have some more fleshed out posts and a fic idea related to this that may see the light of day eventually but to put it briefly. in the context of mc i think they’d despise each other because they both think the other has done things to hurt her & can’t be trusted. caleb felt threatened by high school boys who got too close to her, so a man like sylus? automatic enemy, on top of the whole dangerous crime lord thing. and if mc told sylus about what caleb did in homecoming wings. well. i cannot imagine that going over too well

even outside the context of mc i think their ideologies are so different they’d hate each other’s guts. or at least caleb would hate sylus, but sylus wouldn’t give caleb the satisfaction/recognition of hating him back. sylus is all about autonomy and agency, caleb will disregard those things if he thinks he’s justified (note: the justification does not have to be good)

bringing mc back into the convo but. one way i look at it is like. imagine sylus and caleb are about to do something that might upset mc. sylus doesn’t make a guess as to how she’ll respond or if she’ll forgive him; he doesn’t dare assume anything about her feelings or decisions that are hers to make. caleb, at his darkest, is audacious enough to guess mc’s reaction & feelings because he thinks he knows her better than she knows herself. he thinks their closeness gives him the authority to make those kinds of judgments about her. tldr caleb has the gall to make assumptions about mc and encroach upon her agency to feel & react to things independently, but sylus doesn’t assume—he leaves her options open and puts his heart on her sleeve for her to break if she desires.

[aeyumicore]

azure's echo day (valentine's) headcannons

━ ✧.˖ PAIRING: sylus and caleb (separate) x female reader

━ .ᐟ✧ GENRE: pure fluff

━ ✧.˖ WORD COUNT: 379 total

━ .ᐟ✧ CONTENT WARNINGS: none, just pure tooth rotting fluff!

━ ✧.˖ LINKS: zayne, xavier, and raf's version | ao3

━ .ᐟ✧ A/N: the same azure's echo day (love and deepspace equivalent of valentine's day) headcannons i did in the above link for zayne, raf, and xavier but for caleb and sylus, our newest lads babies <3 i know it's well after vday BUT IT'S STILL february so don't look at me. requested by @hellokitty-doll :)

🐦‍⬛ sylus

Does he ask you to be his Valentine?

Like many human things, Sylus is new to Valentine’s Day. But he’s never missed asking you to be his Valentine, ever since he one time saw Kieran teasing Luke, saying “Another year no Valentine Luke? That’s okay bro, I’ll be your Valentine!” To which Luke responded “Doesn’t that mean you also don’t have a Valentine? Loser.” Which all led to Sylus asking “what is that.” Now, he always asks you on one of the days during the week leading up to the 14th. He always changes it to keep you on your toes, but it's always before the 14th. Honestly, he’s just grateful to have another reason to spoil you with his boatloads of money (Mr. 1 million means I’m broke) that you’re less likely to reject or scold him for. 

How does he ask?

It's not that Sylus has the most lavious, extravagant taste. He just has more money than he knows what to do with, spending years building his empire–without you by his side. But now, he has you and he knows exactly what he wants to spend his money on. This year, he transforms the rooftop of his base to be your own little sanctuary, covering the entire surface in expensive buckets and bouquets of flowers and twinkling lights. It almost looks like a starry meadow of flowers. After a chef prepared five course meal, you share a hammock he had set up, watching the moon when it’s at its brightest. And then he serenades you, as best he can, and asks you to be his Valentine.

What bouquet does he get you?

Sylus also prepares one personal bouquet for you that he gives you personally, when you see him waiting amidst the rooftop of flowers, like a thing out of a fairytale. Since daturas are highly toxic to humans, he can only use them as accent pieces. He opts for a classic bouquet of beautiful red roses, arranging the black daturas amidst them, making sure there’s not enough to be potent enough to harm you. The bouquet encapsulates Sylus, and his classic timeless style, perfectly. Every time you look at it, you can’t help but see his shadowy crimson eyes gazing at you–in a way reserved only for you.

🍎 caleb

Does he ask you to be his Valentine?

Yes! Actually, Caleb is not new to asking you to be his Valentine. Growing up, on the years you happened to find yourself without a Valentine, he always asked you to be his. So he has quite a bit of experience–he knows exactly how to make you feel like the most special person in the world, which you absolutely are. Safe to say, when it comes to you, Caleb is a Valentine’s Day pro. Without fail, on the 13th, he will ask you to be his now and forever Valentine.

How does he ask?

Caleb likes to do Valentine's week, giving you small gifts throughout the week. He will start exactly 7 days before the 13th, leaving treats, silly little notes, plushies, and flowers for you to find, in your home, your car, somehow even your workplace. On the 13th he will do his big ask. It’s different every year but almost always involves him flying you in his personal aircraft somewhere obscenely beautiful for sunset and dinner. Sometimes it’s a picnic of your favorite Caleb dishes, sometimes it’s a lavish restaurant, or sometimes even just a night market street stall he’d heard about. He always pops the question when your mouth is full of food because he loves to tease you when you’re adorably flustered.

What bouquet does he get you?

It doesn’t matter how busy he is, Caleb always builds his own bouquet for you, every Valentine’s. It’s not too difficult, after all the base of the bouquet grows right in his own backyard. A bouquet of white endless summer hydrangeas, the same ones he’d taken from the garden behind the grocery store. And of course, in the greenhouse he had built, he has an Asiatic apple tree that blooms year round. He sprinkles just enough of those in so that the bouquet smells like those summers you’d see him off at the Linkon train station when he’d leave for Skyhaven. Only now, they don’t remind you of Caleb leaving.

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[promptedwordsmith]

Are you taking requests?

If you are, could you do a valentines day based one?

Love everything so far! 💕

I am! And what great timing, I actually just finished the Valentines day ones I was working on <3

Caleb

The door creaked open just as the evening sky deepened into velvet, and Caleb stepped inside, his tall frame silhouetted against the soft glow of the hallway light. In his arms, a massive bouquet—vivid reds, soft pinks, and delicate whites—stood out against the dark of his uniform. His purple eyes softened the moment they found you, lips curving into something fond, something just for you.

“You’re home,” you breathed, moving toward him. Before you could say anything else, he held the bouquet out, watching for your reaction with quiet satisfaction.

“Happy Valentine’s,” he said simply.

Your fingers brushed his as you took the flowers, their scent sweet and overwhelming, just like the warmth in your chest. “Caleb, you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” he interrupted, already shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “Go sit.”

You frowned, following him into the kitchen. “You’ve worked all day. Let me help.”

Caleb turned, his expression firm yet affectionate. “No.” His fingers grazed your cheek before guiding you gently toward the dining table. “You sit. I’ll take care of the rest.”

And he did. The smell of sizzling spices and roasted garlic filled the air as he moved effortlessly through the kitchen, preparing your favorite meal with practiced ease. Every so often, he’d glance at you, as if ensuring you were still there, still watching. Then, just when you thought he couldn’t possibly have done more, he placed a small plate in front of you—your favorite childhood sweets, ones you hadn’t had in years.

“I didn’t even know these still existed,” you whispered, staring at them in disbelief.

“I had to make a few calls,” Caleb admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I figured… Valentine’s should be about the things you love most.”

Dinner was slow, intimate, filled with stolen glances and the warmth of shared laughter. Later, curled up on the couch, Caleb let you rest against his chest, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as the glow of the TV flickered across the room.

Just as your eyelids started to flutter shut, Caleb moved. In one smooth motion, he scooped you into his arms, his smirk playful.

“Caleb!” you gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“You’re falling asleep on me,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement. “Can’t have that.”

With that, he carried you effortlessly to the bedroom, his hold steady, his presence unwavering—just like his love.

Rafayel:

You sighed, shaking your head as Thomas all but begged you to find Rafayel and bring him back. He had, once again, vanished from his own exhibition, leaving behind a room full of patrons and a very stressed-out manager. You weren’t even surprised—Rafayel had an unmatched talent for slipping away when he wanted to.

Still, a tiny part of you ached. Valentine’s Day was always swallowed up by his work, by exhibitions and shows, by the world demanding pieces of him. You understood—he was worth it, after all—but sometimes, just sometimes, you wished he’d put himself first.

Or, maybe, you.

It didn’t take long to find him. The moment you reached the beach near his home, you spotted the glow of soft lights flickering from the small hut nestled in the dunes. Your breath caught when you stepped inside.

Rafayel had transformed the space entirely. Flowing fabrics draped from the ceiling, soft pinks and reds catching in the sea breeze, the dim lanterns casting everything in a dreamy haze. Heart-shaped decorations swayed gently, and in the very center of it all sat a massive canvas.

Your eyes widened as you took it in. It was you. Painted with breathtaking precision, yet still carrying that unmistakable emotion Rafayel infused into all his work. You were bathed in golden light, the sun behind you forming a halo, illuminating your features with warmth. It was stunning—you were stunning, through his eyes.

The air shifted before you could react, and suddenly, warm arms wrapped around you from behind. With a startled laugh, you found yourself spun off the ground, Rafayel’s laughter ringing in your ears.

“You found me,” he mused, as if he hadn’t expected anything less.

“You made me,” you murmured in awe, still staring at the canvas.

He set you down gently, grinning. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

That was all he needed. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled a small box from his pocket and placed it in your hands. Your favorite chocolates—of course he remembered.

Your chest ached with warmth. You turned, rising onto your toes, and pressed a kiss to his lips. He stilled for only a moment before melting into it, his hands firm at your waist, his heart—completely and utterly—yours.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you whispered.

Rafayel only smiled, looking at you like you were his greatest masterpiece.

Sylus

The evening air is cool, but the warmth in your cheeks has little to do with the cold. Sylus walks beside you, exuding that effortless confidence, his hand resting possessively at your waist as he guides you through the dimly lit streets. Your steps are slower than usual, a telltale ache lingering in your muscles from the day spent in his bed. He notices, of course—he notices everything. And as expected, his smirk deepens, the glint in his red eyes flashing with unmistakable satisfaction.

“You’re walking a bit funny, sweetheart,” he muses, voice rich with amusement. “I wonder why that is.”

You shoot him a glare, mortified, but it only fuels his teasing.

“Shut up,” you mumble, trying to regain some dignity, though the way your legs tremble slightly with each step betrays you.

Sylus, being the insufferable man that he is, simply chuckles before, without warning, sweeping you into his arms as if you weigh nothing. Your breath catches, and you instinctively grip his shoulders, scandalized.

“Sylus—put me down! People are staring!”

“And?” He raises a brow, completely unbothered. “Let them.”

Your embarrassment is delicious to him, a game he enjoys playing far too much. But tonight is Valentine’s Day, and you promised yourself you wouldn’t pout, not when Sylus has spent the entire day reminding you just how much you mean to him. So, instead of protesting further, you sigh and let your head rest against his chest, conceding defeat.

He carries you effortlessly into the restaurant, a lavish space overlooking the breathtaking skyline, city lights twinkling like scattered stars. The staff doesn’t even blink at his display—they know better than to question him. He sets you down in your chair with infuriating ease, his hands lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

As the evening unfolds, you find yourself utterly captivated. The food, the atmosphere, the way Sylus watches you like you’re the only thing that matters—it’s intoxicating. And though he loves having you in the palm of his hand, you know the truth. He may own you in every way that counts, but he’s just as much yours.

When the night winds down, he takes your hand, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. His gaze flickers up, a suggestive glint in his eye.

"Enjoying your Valentine’s, darling?" His voice is low, promising, teasing. "Good. Because the night isn’t over yet."

Xavier

Valentine’s Day comes and goes like any other mission. You and Xavier move in perfect sync, dealing with your objectives with ease. He’s a little touchier than usual—his gloved hand brushes your lower back more than once, and when you regroup after clearing an area, his fingers skim over your wrist before letting go. But other than that? No declarations, no grand gestures.

Maybe he’s forgotten.

After work, you stretch, feigning nonchalance. “I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

Xavier tilts his head slightly, blue eyes unreadable. “Mhm. Don’t take too long.”

You smile, feeling warmth bloom in your chest despite yourself. If he doesn’t remember, it’s fine. You’ll make the evening special.

Stopping by a few stores, you gather a small collection of things for him—a bouquet of white and pale blue flowers, his favorite chocolates, and a plushie of a little star with a blushing face. Something about it reminds you of him—endearing, a little sleepy, but full of light.

When you finally return home, you stop in your tracks.

Your apartment is transformed.

Soft, golden fairy lights are strung across the room, twinkling like distant stars. Small mementos from your past dates—ticket stubs, pressed flowers, a claw machine prize you won together—are arranged neatly on the coffee table. A faint trace of petrichor and clean linen lingers in the air, his quiet presence woven into every corner of the space.

Xavier is standing near the couch, hands in his pockets, watching you with that familiar small, knowing smile. “You thought I forgot,” he murmurs, voice warm with amusement.

Your grip tightens on the gifts in your hands. “I—” You pause. Of course, he remembered.

He steps forward, gaze flicking to the plush star, then the flowers, then you. “You still got me something,” he muses, reaching out to take the bouquet from your hands with an almost reverent touch.

“Well, yeah,” you say softly. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I wanted to.”

Xavier huffs a quiet laugh, setting the flowers down before gathering you into his arms. His touch is firm, grounding, his warmth seeping into your very bones. “Silly,” he murmurs, brushing his lips gently against your forehead before tilting your chin up to meet his.

Then, he kisses you—soft, lingering, and full of quiet devotion.

Zayne

The soft hum of water surrounded you, the dim blue glow of the aquarium casting a dreamlike haze over everything. Schools of fish drifted lazily past, their scales shimmering under the artificial light, while rays glided effortlessly above, their slow, deliberate movements painting shadows on the tunnel walls. The two of you sat on a bench inside one of the long glass tunnels, where the world seemed to exist in a quiet, underwater serenity.

For once, Zayne wasn’t checking his phone. No hospital calls, no emergencies pulling him away. He had taken the entire day off—for you. And for once, the world respected that.

He sat beside you, relaxed in a way that was rare. His three-piece suit was replaced with something more casual, though his long coat still framed his figure, a constant reminder of his composed elegance. The soft glow of the water reflected in his hazel-green eyes, making them seem even softer as he watched the fish swim above you.

You held a small snack between your fingers—a cute little pastry shaped like a starfish, something you had excitedly pointed out at the café inside the aquarium. Zayne, ever the pragmatic one, had initially raised a brow at the idea of themed snacks but had said nothing when you eagerly bought one for each of you. Now, as you took a bite, he simply watched, the corner of his mouth lifting in quiet amusement.

"You really enjoy the little things, don’t you?" he mused, voice low but affectionate.

You nodded, offering him a bite of your snack, which he took with little hesitation. He chewed thoughtfully before speaking again. “It’s nice,” he admitted. “Spending today with you like this.”

Your heart warmed at his words. Though Zayne was always present, always careful and attentive, it wasn’t often that he openly voiced his emotions. But today felt different. Today, he was here—not just physically, but fully, entirely.

The two of you left the aquarium hand in hand, the crisp evening air a contrast to the soft warmth still lingering between you. As you walked, Zayne suddenly lifted your entwined hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your fingers, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet certainty, as if the words themselves were a promise.

[asiatic-apple]

this isn't a request btw I've read about your caleb crying and sex & i wanna add: you know that tweet that goes "my bf fucks me until I get shy around him again morning after" bc, , the way he spoiled you with pleasure 🤤🤤🤤... is it intentional? unintentional? Doesn't matter. You def see him in a new NEW light (this turned out so much filthier i am so sorry😔 it sounded more intimate inside my head)

Anon first of all, thank you for christening my blog with the first ask 🤲🏽❤️ and it is such a good one too!! Second of all, don't apologize for being filthy bc I am a freak just like caleb and this is a safe space for filthy thoughts about our favorite pixelated man 😌

Idk what drugs you put in this ask, anon, but you caused a sudden burst of inspo and what started out as a few sentences of a reply quickly turned into +1k words…oopsies. I know you didn’t ask for this, but I hope you enjoy this random drabble :)

Caleb x female reader

content: nsfw-ish (no actual depiction of smut but it is heavily referenced), first time with caleb, implied multiple orgasms, overstim mentioned, caleb likes to tease you but lovingly, you both jokingly mimic the sounds each of you made last night

You wake to the smell of eggs and bacon, and it takes you a few minutes to remember where you are and what exactly happened last night. The answer is Skyhaven, in Caleb's bed—and after months of tension between the two of you, you finally wound up fucking each other.

No, that word doesn't accurately sum up everything you experienced last night. It was intimate, intense, and emotional for both of you. It even had its moments of clumsiness and soft laughter as you both navigated this new aspect of your relationship and took turns learning each other’s bodies. But on top of all that, you experienced pleasure like you've never felt before.

You quickly get out of Caleb's warm bed to start your morning routine, wanting to freshen up a bit before meeting him in the kitchen. And for some reason, you start to feel a bit timid as you look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You think about last night, how wantonly you moaned as he pulled out all the stops to make you feel good. Your cheeks burn as you remember just how many times you came on his tongue and fingers before he finally gave you his cock—and made you come around it several more times.

Thinking back to it, you can't remember exactly how many times you reached your peak, but Caleb didn't stop until you nearly passed out from exhaustion. And even then, you didn't really want him to stop. In the span of one night, you became addicted to the feeling of him inside you.

So after being faced with the filthy memories of everything you did and said last night—and all the filthy things Caleb groaned in your ear with each deep thrust inside you—it's no surprise you're feeling a little sheepish as you exit the bedroom. The worst part is that you’re sure Caleb immediately notices your shyness as he pulls you into a tight embrace. It’s just like him to give you no escape from his piercing gaze.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” he whispers, running his hands up and down your back.

You know it's meant to be an innocent gesture, but your memories of last night only grow stronger as you're reminded of how he couldn't keep his hands off you. And how tightly he held you in place while you wriggled beneath him from overstimulation.

“I made us breakfast. Figured you'd be especially hungry after last night.” You're convinced he's saying that on purpose, lowering his voice in that infuriatingly sexy way of his before he chuckles a bit too smugly.

You smack his shoulder lightly, trying to hide the fact that your face is getting even hotter from his teasing. “Shut up,” you whine in mortification.

But Caleb seems intent on making you squirm. “Oh, c'mon,” he says in a playful drawl before pulling you tighter against his chest. “Are you really that embarrassed by what we did last night?”

His fingers trail feather-light touches up your back and along your neck, purposeful in finding your ticklish spots so he can turn your bashfulness into fits of carefree laughter. Once he's satisfied with you loosening up a bit, he looks down at you seriously.

“You don't regret anything, do you?” You can tell he's trying to keep his tone lighthearted, but there's a glint of fear in those wide eyes of his.

“No, god no,” you say without hesitation. “I don't regret anything.”

You swallow that nervous lump in your throat, still feeling the remnants of embarrassment as you meet his gaze to show him you're serious too. And Caleb’s smile only grows bigger. It’s like you've given him the greatest gift with such a simple answer. He gives you a chaste peck on the lips before pulling back with a different kind of grin—one that says he's back to teasing you now that you've both cleared the air a bit.

“Good,” Caleb replies. “Because I definitely want to hear those cute sounds of yours again.”

Another kiss lands on your warm cheeks, and your brain short-circuits from that suggestive look in his eyes. Still, you manage a scoff at his smug tone. He's already so cocky about his ability to rile you up, and a petty part of you wants to remind him how you weren't the only one being enthusiastically loud last night.

“Oh, yeah? And what about you?” You try to keep your voice steady, even as Caleb continues peppering lazy kisses along your cheeks and down your neck. “I'm pretty sure you were louder than I was.” You lower your voice a register, trying to imitate those broken groans he made when he was close to his climax. “Hm, pip-squeak, you feel so good!”

You barely get through your poor impression before breaking character with a snort. But at least Caleb’s onslaught of wet kisses halts for a moment as he also fails at stifling his laughter.

“Right, right,” he says between a few chuckles. Even though you might be exaggerating a bit with your impression, Caleb’s cheeks and ears still tinge pink with a blush. “Was that before or after you kept beggin’ me”—his voice pitches higher—“oh, Caleb, please please don’t stop.”

You gasp dramatically. “I do not sound like that.”

“You’re right. It’s better when you do it.”

You roll your eyes, only half-annoyed by Caleb mentioning how unabashed you were in voicing your pleasure last night. The other half of you is turned on by his teasing. But that’s only for you to know…for now.

But as always, it’s like he can read your mind right at that moment. Caleb leans closer, taking advantage of your flustered state so he can whisper in your ear. “Maybe you need a reminder of how needy you were for me last night. I don't mind joggin’ your memory, honey.”

Before you can even try to come up with a witty remark, he's pulling away and dragging you to the dining table as if he didn’t just threaten you with a good time.

“Come on,” he says with a knowing grin. “Eat your breakfast before it gets cold. And after you're done digesting, maybe I can teach you not to get so antsy every time I touch you.”

You huff as you sit at the table. It’s not fair how easily he gets under your skin with his words and sweet promises. And his promises definitely sound too good to be true. You can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever stop feeling shy after getting fucked so thoroughly by Caleb. Will there ever be a day when he doesn’t make your skin burn with so much pent-up desire?

Caleb interrupts your spiraling thoughts, nudging the plate of food toward you. “I can still see those gears turning in your head, makin’ you wonder if there’s still a reason to be shy. Stop worrying so much, pip-squeak,” he scolds you gently. “Or else next time, I'll have to make sure you feel so good that your pretty head can’t think anymore.”

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[heartyluv]

YOUR NEWEST CALEB FIC OH MY GODDDD. perfection. I had to fan my face a little LMAOOOO anyway I was just wondering if you’d seen @koinumeis on twitter’s most recent Caleb art? I don’t know how to link it but it’s Caleb getting hard at the beach when he sees mc in a swimsuit 😭 I was just wondering if you’d be open to writing a similar situation where caleb gets all embarrassed because mc is wearing a bikini or something else that’s revealing and he doesn’t know what to do 🤭

Note: Just looked it up and you know what? Caleb really is a sucker for seeing you put things in your mouth, so that’s what this whole thing is centered around LOLLL!! It’s not super long, but I hope you still enjoy it, luv. And thank you so much for liking the newest one 🥹 Makes my lil ole heart so happy.

Warning: You give Caleb a blowjob, semi-public

!!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Creds to @/bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!

Caleb/Reader

The last thing Caleb expected after seeing his pretty girl in a new bikini, was to get hard. There’s been plenty of times where he’s seen you in one or even a simple bra and panties, and while those are also things that always makes his cock stir awake, it was the sight before him that made it impossible to ignore what was happening in his swim trunks.

He never knew you bought this one.

A sage green two piece with cute bows you tied on both sides sides that gently dig into your flesh that he loves to kiss bite, and feel. You wear a lacy white cover up that was failing—thankfully—to do what it was intended to. He was given the perfect view of your round ass, plush stomach, full thighs, and hips that he intended to grip when he pounded into your sweet pussy later today.

He didn’t care that anyone else could see it either as you stood talking with your girls. He knew how to fight. A man could stare all he wants, but one word? You try to touch? Prepare to be put through the sand.

You two were on a couples trip with a few friends, and he didn’t know that this was under your large t-shirt and shorts when you left your room. Had he, you would not have been standing there. You would’ve been on your back until he got a noise complaint from the hotel lobby.

His cock was twitching every time you laughed and your tits bounced so effortlessly. No matter how hard he tried to engage in the conversation with the guys, it was always impossible because his eyes always gravitated toward you. How the sun beamed off your skin and how he could see your fat pussy strain against the bikini bottoms.

He was losing his mind. But he didn’t want to be a dude, didn’t want to try and pull you away so he could get a quick fuck in because he couldn’t get his dick under control.

But then you asked him to buy you a damn ice cream cone.

He was sure there was no more blood that could rush to his cock right now. All of it has to be there already. Every time he stared at your pink tongue lick the creamy white sweet treat, he felt sweat form at his temples. Then the liquid would drip down your hand. When you would hold it closer, but got distracted by your friends’ words, it would drip on your tits.

Walk away, he says in his mind. If you don’t, you’ll embarrass yourself.

Yeah, he needed relief and he needed it now. He especially needed to get away from all these people before they saw him with a hard on because of you, a bikini, and some ice cream. He had no clue what he was going to do with himself, but he’d never find out if he just continued to stand there.

You noticed him walk away and towards the barren changing stalls that’s the resort’s beach offered, immediate curiosity plaguing your mind.

“He okay?” you mouth to one of the guys and he just shrugs. Well, that just won’t do.

You excuse yourself, feeling the warm sand between your toes as you follow him. You jog a little because god the man’s legs are long. When he steps up on the wooden planks that the stalls stood on, you called out to him.

“Babe!” you rushed, making him turn around. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You placed a hand on his bicep as he stared into your eyes.

His jaw clenched and he decided that there was no need to hide it. If he was lucky, you wouldn’t mind helping him, but if he had to visualize you while he pumped his cum out his cock, he would.

“I’m hard,” he says simply.

You looked at him stunned. “Hard?” you repeat. “Like your dick?”

“Yes.”

You chuckle at his serious yet breathless tone. “Do you…need help? You look like you’re in pain.”

“No pain, just really, really desperate.” He licks his lips when he stares at yours. “I didn’t want to bother you. I was just gonna be quick.”

“Why do it on your own when I’m here?” you tease, taking his hand. “C’mon. Think you can come in five minutes.”

“I’ll be lucky if I last that long.”

You don’t think you’ve ever been on your knees with a cock in your mouth as fast as you’ve been put in that position right now. Caleb couldn’t even get his swim shorts down all the way and he was so hard that when you grasped him in your hand, so much precum came out that you thought he already had an orgasm.

He holds his bottom lip hostage between his perfect teeth, his face slightly red while he admires the beauty in front of him. You keep your tongue flat, his grip tight in your hair as he helps you move your plush lips back and forth against his thick cock.

“Fuck…fuck, you’re so good,” he mewls, his head falling back the deeper you take him. What your mouth can’t fully put down your throat, you use your hand and pump him at the base as if it’ll bring all his cum forward.

Spit dribbles out the corners of your mouth, the mix of your saliva and his cream coating his needy cock. You pull back just enough to suckle on his tip how he likes, looking up at him with doe like eyes.

“I need to come on your tits, baby..Please make me come..Please,” he groans as you brace your hands on his thighs. He cups your jaw tenderly, bracing his hand flat against the wall when you use your other hand to give his heavy balls the same amount of attention.

“Like that, just like that…” You hum around his cock, feeling your pussy throb with need. You reach down to put your hand in your bikini bottoms, jolting when you feel how you’re just as sensitive as you man is. So much so that you have to slow down or you’ll come before he does. But he’s not far, because you feel his dick twitch between your lips. You can’t stop moaning and whimpering around his length as you please yourself, feeling the unstoppable orgasm approaching with no intention to slow down.

“I’m gonna—” he huffs, his hips stuttering as you pull off of him to give him what he begged for. At the same time that you pull off and continue to circle your clit, you breathe heavily when your own orgasm crashes into you. It forces a shudder from your body, making your skin become littered in goosebumps. You’re not even touching him anymore and his cock is unleashing your favorite milky white nectar onto your heaving tits as you catch your breath.

He seeing stars, the moon, the whole fucking galaxy. He’s willing to hang it all for you a million times over, but especially when you scoop his cum up with your finger to put it into your mouth.

He rushes to lift you up, and you giggle into his passionate kisses as you work to stuff his cock back into his shorts.

“I was supposed to return the favor,” he frowns when you pull apart.

“It’s okay, baby,” you kiss the corner of his lips. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me later, yeah?”

“Oh, you have no fucking idea.” He kisses your nose, pressing his forehead to yours. “Thank you, pretty girl. I love you, and that mouth.”

Your eyes dance around his face as he thumbs your bottom lip. “We love you, too.”

[stargirlygirl]

Hi lovelyyyyy 🥰🥰 I hope your having a restful break and it’s been on my mind after reading your sexy time gone wrong with the lads men (which is an absolute MASTER PIECE) about reader accidentally farting during it, or like in general in front of them? Sorry I the request sounds weird, but it’s a goofy thought that’s been plaguing my mind for ages 😛

star's initial words: thanks for your req! tbh, i avoided the subject for my embarrassing/gone wrong moments because i'm like cringing so hard at the thought of it. like if that was me, i'd be so fucking embarrassed like hiding my face, scampering off, never to be seen again. so, here's my thoughts on how they would react if you did.

you fart in front of them

zayne

i think zayne would be super chill about it.

let's say you're cuddling on the couch and one slips out, and you're like apologising profusely, blushing hard, wanting to dash away.

i think he'd just shrug and say, "what? why are you embarrassed? flatulence is normal. it's your digestive system getting rid of excess gas. don't worry about it."

but if you farted during it... he'd stop whatever he was doing and check if you're okay, if you need to take a break or need a minute to recover. he'd be attentive rather than disgusted, and he would again reassure that farting is normal body process and that he's not weirded out by it.

as a doctor (even though he's a cardiologist), i think farting or other things we find embarrassing about our bodies (body hair, odour, stretch marks), he wouldn't recoil from. he'd be quite nonchalant and accepting of any of those things.

caleb

you and caleb grew up together, so he's no stranger to your farts.

he's definitely teasing you for them, like, "eating a lot protein lately, huh, pips?" or "god, honey, you needa warn me first."

he's definitely ripping a few with you. maybe you have loudest or stinkiest fart competitions if you had spicy takeout for dinner.

if you fart during sex, i think he'd crack up laughing and have to pull out from how funny he finds it. like, guffawing, clutching his abs, and you start laughing with him because his joy is infectious.

he makes you comfortable and makes light of your farting. the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable with him, especially when you're being vulnerable with him. both during sex and farting, of course.

sylus

if you fart in front of him, i think silence would descend upon the room for a tense ten seconds. he'd look up from his book, over the rim of his wine glass and just stare at you, perplexed.

like caleb, i think sylus would tease you for it. but not in brotherly way. in a condescending, arrogant sylus way.

"was it the beans, kitten?" he would ask in his usual drawl, making your face heat up as you nod.

he'd keep teasing you until you're begging him to stop, and then he'll just sexily laugh it off and return to his reading.

farting during sex... i think he'd say, "was i applying to much pressure, sweetie?" and you reassure him that you're all good to keep going. but i think it would dampen the mood a little. maybe you'd take a short break, and feel each other up some more before getting back into it.

xavier

when you fart in front of him, he just looks at you and blinks for a few seconds before returning to what he was doing. i don't think he would say anything. he doesn't want to make a big deal of it; that's his way of letting you know he doesn't mind.

i also think on more than one occasion, xavier has farted in his sleep and if it was bad, then you've probably shoved him awake like "goddamn, xav. what the fuck did you eat?" (the answer is his own cooking).

i think our bunny would be surprised if you farted during it. he'd jump a little and be taken back by the sudden noise. embarrassed, you'd apologise and cover your face.

xavier would pry your hands away and hold them as he reassures you that it's okay, and if you'd like to continue, then he'd like to as well.

he wouldn't bring it up again or tease you, especially if it's during sex. i think he'd be sweet about it, and as i said before, wouldn't make a fuss over such a small thing.

rafayel

dear lord, when it comes to this man... i don't know. our fishie is so confusing and complex. would he tease you for it? absolutely. would he bring it up later in the day and still tease you for it? i don't think so.

after you fart, raf would be like, "woah, cutie. bathroom's over there," while he points down the hall. he'd laugh at you, a veiny hand over his mouth as he tries to conceal his amusement.

you're embarrassed? i think he'd embrace you and poke your nose while telling you that he doesn't care, because he really doesn't.

if you fart while y'all are getting it on, i think he'd still tease you.

raf would stare at you before teasing, "again, cutie? don't tell me you need the bathroom again." and then he'd lay on top of you once you insist that you don't need the bathroom (or if you do then obvs he's letting you get up). rafie would nuzzle your neck and whisper that it's okay.

he'd want and encourage you to initiate intimacy after you're ready to go again. that way, he knows you genuinely want to and that he's not forcing you into anything if you really do feel uncomfortable.

and if you wanted to stop, then he'd be getting off you, cleaning you up, and snuggling up next to you. maybe a little pouty, he'll ask if you can pick things up again tomorrow.

embarrassing/gone wrong sex moments m.list full m.list

star's final words: my dad was a doctor (gp) and i noticed that when it comes to farting, bodily excretions and a lack of control of them, he's very nonchalant about it. like he just brushes it off, finds it natural because it is. he doesn't make you feel bad about it and is willing to help clean things up (my mom has some bladder control issues). obviously, not all doctors are like that, but i'd like to think that zayne would react similarly. not because i think zayne and my dad are on par (definitely not), but it seems to be an appropriate response and helps to make you feel more comfortable about something that 1) you have little to no control over and 2) can feel embarrassed about.

[prettyboykatsuki]

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based on this

cw for mild yandere and veryyyy angry caleb + your usual caleb incest lmao

"Come home,"

"Aw. Why should I?"

You can see it. His jaw is twitching, a vein in his neck swelling with irritation. It's been years since you've last seen your older brother but some things don't change. He's cold when he's angry. Frigid and temperamental.

It used to upset you. You remember trying to cheer him up. They're sweet memories - good times now long behind you. Seeing him now looking just the same way makes you wonder if he's also been in the same place all these years. Just like you.

"Quit acting out and come home," He says. Insists.

You scoff at the nerve of him before you smile. It's crooked. Vicious and mean. "I don't want to. Why should I? So I can spend the rest of my life watching you go in circles over what you should do about wanting to fuck me?"

Caleb stills. You should stop now, but you keep going. Keep rubbing salt into the wounds in exactly the ways you've always wanted. You already made a mess of everything else.

"Be a little more considerate, will you? I'm a big girl now. I've got needs. I'm not sure you can fill a single one of them," You can hear it in your voice. Sneering. His eyes go dark but you go on. "And you know, once you start having sex - nothing really beats the real thing,"

All the air gets sucked out of the room. You stand from where you're seated and walk to the other side of the table - leaning against it. Right in front of Caleb as you rest on the edge, head tilted. Your phone buzzes on the table and you glance at it before looking right back up at him. Something in you burning.

"A lot of people would miss me. I'm their favorite part of their week," You put a hand on his chest and Caleb freezes. Stares at you as you pretend to think about it. "So I don't know if I can. But maybe, you know - since you're my big brother," Your eyes sparkle. "I can give you a little service before you leave. I'm good with my mouth. So I'm told, anyway,"

For a while it's noiseless. So deathly silent all you can hear is the hammer of your own heartbeat. You're enjoying this. You're enjoying provoking him. Once upon a time such a thing would be unbelievable. But it feels good to finally have thrown it al away. Nothing left of your innocence for him to insist on preserving. Everything ruined at your own hands.

A punishment you've wanted to inflict on him each time he rejected you. The humiliation of being the only one who seems to believe being together was worth wanting.

A chill crawls up your spine as Caleb circles his hand around your wrist. He's strong. You can feel it in such a small movement. He pulls your hand away from him and you think he's about to give up and go home.

Instead his hand grabs your jaw, seething.

He's never, ever been so fucking angry. It alerts you as much as it pleases you. As much it scares you.

"I shouldn't have tried to let you live your life. That's the only thing I really regret," Caleb hisses. You squirm away from his grasp but he holds you so firm you can't do anything but keep still. "I should've done what I thought was right and kept you locked up nicely in the house. I should've just trapped you there,"

Your breath hitches. "You—"

He leans in closer. You're nearly nose to nose, your eyes forced up to look at him. Terror has your stomach churning. It's brief and low, suddenly keeping you alert. Like you're in some kind of grievous danger.

Maybe you are.

"I won't make the same mistake twice," His grip on you gets righter. It hurts. "You're coming home. You don't have a choice. Clearly, I can't take my fucking eyes off of you," Another flash of anger passes over his features. He takes a deep breath. "So you'll come back whether you like it or not,"

You're incredulous. Irritated by the surety in his words.

"And what makes you so sure I won't just run away again? I could have someone come get me," Your words are muffled slightly. "I'm sure there'd be plenty of people willing to keep me around in exchange for a little—"

Caleb laughs humorlessly. "You think you'd ever be able to again? I'll come find you no matter how much you run away. No matter how much you act out, you're my responsibility."

You're mine, goes unspoken. The sentiment lingers in the air.

You pause. You want to say something to combat him - to get under his skin again. He's staring at you with so much intensity, almost loathing that you find yourself at a loss for words.

"I'll give you what you want this time," Caleb's voice is hollow. The anger is so heavy, so apparent - his words come out calmly. "And you can show me what useless shit you learned while you were out of my sight,"