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aeyumicore · 2 months ago

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caleb finds your prenatal gummies

how does caleb react when he finds the bottle of prenatal vitamins you’ve been taking—but not because you're pregnant?

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab) ━ ✧.˖ WORD COUNT: 1.9k ━ .ᐟ✧ WARNINGS: none really , pure fluff, but vague mentions of unprotected sex, talks of of pregnancy and having children, use of 'pip-squeak' ━ ✧.˖ LINKS: ao3 | twt

got inspired to write this as i was taking my supplements yesterday :') non-smut for a change ahhhh. enjoy!

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”Always so messy.”

Caleb speaks to himself, voice a low amused mutter as he deftly clears off the kitchen counter. You were staying the weekend in Skyhaven, evident by the random items strewn about his massive home.

Yet, Caleb can’t help but smile as he eyes your belongings carelessly discarded all over his kitchen and living room. Your favorite fuzzy blanket draped over the couch’s armrest, grazing the floor. Your shoes haphazardly taken off by the front door, right next to, but not on, the dedicated shoe rack. Coasters left behind on the kitchen bar, still sticky with dripped apple soda.

You were a menace. But he wouldn’t trade your specific brand of chaos for anything in the entire universe.

You were the one that made this lonely empty house a home, after all.

His grin widens as he remembers just how clean your own apartment in Linkon always is. Naturally, he comes to the conclusion that you only act like this when you know he’s there to pick up after you. To take care of you.

The most important job he’s ever had.

The sound of the shower continues to run upstairs while Caleb tidies up the living spaces. He quickly returns ingredients back to their designated cabinets, abandoned after you so thoughtfully cooked dinner for him last night. As he shuts the cabinet, he sighs, eyes catching sight of the various vitamin bottles you’d left on the counter, nearly hidden by the rice cooker.

He gathers them up in his large palms, finding a spot for them in his own cabinet of medicine and supplements.

One by one, he meticulously puts them onto the shelf.

Omega-3, vitamin C, collagen, creatine, prenatal gummies, vitamin B-12—

Wait.

Prenatal gummies?

Caleb’s violet eyes widen, his breath stuck in his throat, as he reads those red words over and over.

Prenatal gummies for pregnant or nursing women. With folic acid and DHA. Whatever that meant.

His heartbeat quickens as his mind races a mile a minute, his thoughts landing abruptly on the only plausible explanation.

Were you really…pregnant?

Was it possible? Yes.

On more than one occasion, definitely way more times than he could count on two hands, he hadn’t been…careful. You’d begged for it, but he should have known better. It was his job to protect you.

But it’d always been on non-fertile days, or that’s what your little period-tracking calendar had always said.

No, Caleb thinks in a sheer panic. Please no. I can’t be a dad. Not right now. Maybe not ever.

He’d barely been able to protect you at the lab. He couldn’t possibly let down someone else—a child, a baby. Your baby. That you’d made together.

He would not survive failing your child. Through heaven and hell, that is something he’d never be able to recover from.

Caleb runs a shaky hand through his dark brown hair, his normally controlled and collected Colonel’s mask completely and utterly shattered at his feet.

Right now, he was just Caleb, the man who dedicated his entire life, who’d give up anything and everything, to protect you—and would do so until his last breath.

And this Caleb had never been more terrified in his entire life. Through an entire life of experimentation, through traveling the Deepspace Tunnel, through an explosion that nearly claimed his life, he’d never been more scared than he was right now.

Fatherhood.

The world felt like it was closing in on him—every time he’d failed you replaying in the ever expanding black hole that was his mind.

The lab. Losing you during the Chronorift Disaster. Every bully, every knee scraped. Ever. The Toring chip. The list goes on and on.

His chest tightened until he could hardly breathe, his knuckles white with the force at which he gripped the bottle of prenatals.

He wasn’t equipped for this.

And yet…he couldn’t deny how many times he’d thought about this life, with you. A life of mundane and blissful domesticity. No Fleet politics, no Wanderers, no imminent danger at every fucking corner.

A life you’d created together. When he’d grown up thinking there was no such thing. That there would never be a world that the two of you could truly call yours.

“Caleb?”

Your voice pulls him out of his all-consuming thoughts. His head snaps up to see you coming down the stairs, your hair wet, body swimming in one of his big shirts. Your face, beautiful as ever, is laced with concern as you see how uncharacteristically pale he is.

When his eyes meet yours, you can’t help but smile, always so happy to see his face and sparkling nebulous eyes—even when he looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Your smile doesn’t fade as you approach him, palms instinctively coming to rest on his chest when you reach him.

And just like that, he wasn��t so scared anymore.

The thought of a little you running around. With that smile?

A mini version of the most precious thing in his life. One that’d undoubtedly drive him insane with that same attitude he loved so dearly.

That had your laugh as he pointed out different types of planes soaring through the sky. Or your mischievous curiosity as he taught him how to fly his very first jet.

Yeah. He could get used to the idea of that.

“Did something happen? You look like you’re about to be sick,” you raise an eyebrow at him. It’s then he finally releases the plastic bottle of supplements, setting it down on the counter with a soft ‘clack’.

Your eyes immediately drift to the source of the intrusive sound, widening when they see what he was so fixated on.

”Caleb it’s—”

You’re cut off by your own squeal, Caleb’s big palms gently but firmly gripping either side of your waist, pulling you so close you could hear his pounding heart.

“Am I—I mean are we actually…Are you pregnant?”

You can’t help but giggle at his frantic words, stumbling over himself with none of the usual poise and polish of the Farspace Fleet’s revered colonel.

Caleb’s hand moves from your waist to your tummy, his thumb stroking softly against the fabric of his ratty shirt. His palm cups against your naval without thinking, already instinctively providing a protective barrier between the most important things to him and the rest of the world.

”I��I don’t know if I’d be any good at this,” he whispers, nebulous eyes bright with emotion, “I don’t know if I’d be a good dad.”

Your eyes widen at his vulnerable admission, not expecting it in the least. You’d never expressly discussed starting a family that extended beyond the two of you, but it’d always felt like something Caleb wanted. A stark contrast to his words, you always knew Caleb would be an amazing dad, if that was what the two of you decided you wanted.

Before you can interrupt, Caleb continues, “But—God help me…I will never let anything happen to you. Either of you.”

Your heart flutters at the sincerity of his solemn vow, and you find yourself unable to form the words you should say.

”Caleb…you….” you trail off with a gulp, unsure how to verbalize the torrent of emotions you have for this unbelievably incredible man.

“You’d be the best father.” Your quiet whisper rings whole-heartedly, voice thick with adoration and a bubbling anticipation for your future with him.

Caleb watches you with rapt attention, his heartbeat still hammering like the thrum of a hummingbird’s wings amidst the silence between you two. You’re about to open your mouth again—tell him you’re not pregnant, when he picks you up and backs away from the kitchen counter so he can spin you around. His strong hands are secure under your armpits, the smile on his face so effortlessly Caleb.

Behind the thin mist of fear in his eyes, this was the brightest you’d ever seen Caleb.

You can’t help but burst into a fit of giggles, clutching his muscled shoulders.

“Caleb, put me down!” you demand through your unabashed laugh of delight.

”No,” Caleb grins, “You’re never walking anywhere ever again—never lifting a single finger. Not while you’re carrying our baby.” He suddenly swings you so that his arm is hooked under your knees, carrying you like a prince would a princess.

You smile so wide your cheeks hurt, but you know you have to tell him the truth. You couldn’t bear to disappoint him, but what’s worse was giving him false hope.

Reaching up to tenderly cup his face with your hands, your voice shakes, “Caleb…”

Caleb smiles warmly at you, his cheeks leaning into your touch, “Yeah, princess?”

You bite your lip at how adorably he resembles a happy puppy, his earlier fear seeming to have evaporated into pure excitement.

You find tears inexplicably forming in your eyes, grieving a pregnancy that was never even there to begin with. Blinking them back, you rip off the bandaid.

“I’m not pregnant.”

Seeing the befuddled expression in his features, his amethyst eyes squinting with unanswered questions, you continue, “The prenatals aren’t for that. A friend recommended them for my skin. Since work’s been a little stressful and I’ve been breaking out.”

You clutch his jacket, staring at his chest—waiting for him to speak. To express disappointment. Maybe even scold you for letting him believe, even if only for a minute.

“You’re stressed? How come you didn’t tell me? What’s going on at work?”

Caleb only stares at you with genuine concern, still not setting you down, holding you tighter. Your heart hammers at the worry laced in his voice, drowning in emotions that that was what he was most concerned about.

Your troubles.

“N-Nothing serious, it’s just workplace politics—anyways! The point is I’m not pregnant, okay? I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

You can’t stop the apology from tumbling out, even when you know you have nothing to be sorry for. But just seeing how excited he’d been is enough to make you feel like a monster for being the one to squash it.

Caleb sets you down so that you’re sitting on the counter, his thick body positioned between your thighs. Your heart can’t help but sink at the simple action that felt like it signified so much more. That he was disappointed with you.

But suddenly Caleb flicks your forehead with his index finger.

“Hey!”

“Dummy,” he mutters, thumb soothing the area he’d flicked, “Why are you sorry?”

“I—you were so excited,” you say sheepishly, “I probably should’ve mentioned I started taking them before you found them yourself.”

Caleb chuckles, almost in disbelief, hooking your hair behind your ear. Before he can respond, you whisper, “You’re really not mad?”

“How could I be mad?”

His hand abandons the edge of the counter, once again coming to rest over your stomach. His thumb strokes you reassuringly.

“Just knowing that you think I…” he trails off, his own voice murky with emotions.

“That I’d be worthy of being the father of your children.”

You place your hand over his, squeezing gently. It felt almost comical—the two of you in the kitchen, hands pressed over your stomach like there was anything there.

“Besides, I’m not in a rush,” he smiles gently, taking your chin into his fingers and brushing his lips against yours.

“We have a whole lifetime to make our own little pip-squeak.”

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dark-night-hero · 2 days ago

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「Watch Him」 Caleb

↳ When you love someone, you have to be brave. Brave enough to tell them you love them or brave enough to watch them love someone else.

You watch him as he stares at her.

Of course she's with Zayne.

They look good together, MC and Zayne. They seemed to be. Her posture still says hunter, even out of uniform, and his stillness has always felt like control. She laughs at something he says and he doesn't even flinch, just lets her shoulder nudge into his, easy, natural.

Next to you, Caleb goes very still.

You glance at him. He's watching them like a man watching a closed door. And then he looks away.

His jaw flexes. A sharp breath escapes through his nose, but he catches it quickly, too quickly. Like he can't afford to feel anything here, now. Not where someone might see. Not where you might see.

Then, just like that, he lets out a short, bitter laugh and runs a hand over the back of his neck. Like it's nothing. Like it's not regret curdling in his chest. And that's your cue.

"Hey, Captain." You fall into step beside him, boots crunching against the dust. He doesn't stop, doesn't speak. He just adjusts his pace until yours can keep up. That's always been Caleb. Silent accommodations, never voiced.

"Quit calling me Captain, (Your Name)." He mutters without heat. He doesn't look at you but his tone is familiar, dry. The kind of correction that used to mean something, back when everything between you wasn't so quietly broken.

A breeze picks up. It tosses his dark brown hair just enough to make him look younger. Less colonel, more cadet. For a second, you see the boy you used to know.

And then, with impeccable timing, a small bird flutters down and lands right on his head. You snort.

"Seriously?" You say reaching up to scoop the creature into your hand. It chirps at you like it recognizes you, like it remembers this routine. "Hey." Caleb protests, a beat too late. "He likes altitude."

You smile, faintly, and rest the bird on your shoulder. But you're already falling behind.

He starts talking again. Some half rant about someone's sloppy field report or how he had to rewrite a mission plan at 2 a.m. You've heard it before, all of it. And still, something in you wants to listen. Not to the words, but to the voice.

You don't catch up. You just watch him from behind. And the longer you do, the more the memories crowd in.

You'd always wanted to fly. Ever since you were young. You clawed your way into the academy, fought tooth and nail for every exam, every hour logged in the simulator. And that's where you met him, Caleb. Confident. Brilliant. Charismatic in a way that didn't need effort. He was at the top of every board, every rank.

And still, he talked to you like you mattered.

He was always close with MC, a girl who came once in a while. People assumed they were together. You did too, for a while. Until he told you otherwise, some off hand comment about how she was just cover. Just a buffer from other people's expectations, to keep girl away. But you knew better.

You saw the way he looked at her. Maybe he never said it but you saw it.

You were there when it all fell apart. When he made the call to fake his death and bury it in the dark, all for her safety, he said. For the mission. You stood by him. Even when no one else did. Even when people whispered behind his back. You stayed. From the academy, to DAA, to now. Through loss, through war. You were always there.

But he never really saw you. Not in the way you wanted.

You let out a breath. Half laugh, half ache.

It was stupid, really. How long you've been chasing the shape of his shadow. How long you've been staring at his back, hoping one day he'd turn around and realize what was right in front of him.

But maybe he's too proud. Or maybe he already knows, and he just doesn't feel the same.

You don't notice how far behind you've fallen behind until the bird on your shoulder starts chirping, agitated. Seven meters. That's how far he's gotten ahead.

You stop walking.

The wind pulls at your jacket. Your hair lifts, carried with it. You blink hard, as if that might clear the weight behind your eyes. It doesn't.

He turns.

There's sunlight in his hair now. His coat catching the wind, sharp against the horizon. His eyes find yours, squinting against the brightness.

In some other version of this moment, maybe he would say your name like it means something more. Maybe he'd cross the space between you, instead of waiting.

But this is the version you get.

"(Your Name)" He calls, low. "Why'd you stop?" You shake your head. "No reason." He watches you for a beat longer than necessary. Then he turns again. And that's fine. You start walking. "For whatever you say, Colonel." You say, just loud enough for the wind to carry.

And you follow. Not because he asked. But because that's what you've always done.

Contented in the way a person can be when they've accepted the quiet reality that what they feel will never be returned. Contented even if your love is just one more unsent report filed away in a drawer he'll never open.

Just another name in the long list of things he never noticed until he's standing in front of a wreckage wondering when it all started to fall apart.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: this is re written from one of my first fanfic ever made probably back in 2019 with the same title. So if it feels familiar, it is. Ps. No part 2 for this one.

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kutepik · 4 months ago

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So Fucking Domestic

(mdni 18+) How many times a week is it normal for a couple to do it? Well... You and Caleb are definitely above average.

1.2k. small hc about domestic life and boyfriend!caleb with a little bit of spicy hihi

Since you and Caleb started seeing each other officially, it was only natural that you spent more time in Skyhaven and he in Linkon. You both had such dense and strenuous routines that at any free moment you tried to be together and make the most of it. On a particular day during the first month of your relationship, you arrived at the Colonel's apartment and found some step stools placed at strategic spots in the apartment. They were large and discreet, one near the kitchen counter, another by the bathroom sink, another by the bookcase in the study and many others. The answer when you asked Caleb about it was simple: when he became a colonel and got the right to an apartment, the Fleet asked for his height to make the furniture as proportional and functional as possible for him. Now that you were spending more time there, he made sure to have those steps made at the right height for you, so that you could be as comfortable as possible. In fact, you always wondered why the sink seemed so high when you brushed your teeth, and how uncomfortable it was to cut things on the counter when you tried to cook something. Caleb was always so efficient and attentive, and you loved that about him.

A week after steps stools were added to the apartment, you were used to them. One day, while you were at the kitchen sink, peeling some apples for a quick snack, Caleb came in from a night mission.

"Hey! Want an apple?" You smiled when he hugged you from behind, sinking his face into the nape of your neck easily because of the extra height the step stool gave you.

"What a miracle to find you in the kitchen," he kissed your neck and held your hips, gluing you to him. You brought a piece of apple to his mouth over your shoulder and forced him to eat it, to shut him up. "Hmpf" He tried to speak and you turned around, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"How was it today?" You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Boring. I just wanted to come home to you." He rubbed his cheek against yours, sighing. "Buuuut, I had time to think of something"

"Hm?" You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his face against yours.

"I was wondering if... You'd let me put my cock inside you without me having to ask or with any ceremony." He said in a careful voice. "Of course, if you don't want to at the moment, just tell me and I'll completely stop. I totally understand if you find it weird and don't want to do this and I pinky promise we never have to talk about it again and I'll never bring it up ev-“

"I want it!” you said and threw your head to one side. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wherever you want. No matter when you want. I trust you." You kissed one of his eyes. "And I love the idea of you fucking me without ceremony and at any time."

"God, you're going to drive me absolutely crazy. Thank you." He squeezed you in a tight hug.

Once the two of you had agreed on this, you initially thought you'd be having sex the way you always did, hard, deep, kinky, full of fluids, scratches and bites, or doing intense quickies several times a day. But no, it was simple and intimate, simply delicious. Caleb just wanted to be with you and inside you all the time.

Little by little, you realized how the stool he had ordered served more than one purpose. Sometimes you'd be doing your makeup for work, standing in front of the bathroom sink, and Caleb would simply approach you, asking about your plans for the day. As the ordinary words and dialog went on between the two of you, he would gently pull up your shirt, pull down your panties and put his cock inside you. It was addictive. The fucking step stool not only gave you the perfect height for the furniture in the house, but also to leave your ass at the right height for Caleb to find himself in you without having to hold you down, sit or lie down. It was usually like this: his cock nestling into you with slow, intimate strokes, while you both carried on chatting about anything, just spending time together.

By then, you made a habit of walking around the house in your (his) large shirt and no panties, knowing that Caleb liked to be with you, inside you, whenever he could. Of course, you still had brutal sex like two animals frequently, but it seemed that Caleb's obsession and need for you - and you for him - was able to bring about the most painfully intimate, simple and tender sex of your lives. It was just so good to trust so deeply in someone and to want someone so badly that no words or timing were needed. At one moment it was a "Can I stay here with you, baby?" and the next you were reading your book, bent over the counter, while Caleb slid his cock up and down between your folds, stroking himself against your clit, praising you and your pretty pussy. He did it not only because he wanted it, but because he could.

Sometimes he wouldn't even come, or even move. If you were watching a movie, he would surely be inside you, both of you cuddled up, relaxing after an exhausting day, cockwarming.

In fact, you liked it so much that when he didn't take the initiative, you went after him. There were times when he was reading reports, sitting on the living room sofa or in the office armchair, and you would silently approach him, fiddling with your cell phone, sit on his thighs, and soon his cock was hard and hot under his pants. Within moments, you were slowly riding his throbbing cock, while he used his thumb to caress your clit, slowly, just like the rise and fall of your hips. If you got tired, you didn't have to get up. You just kept yourself there, hugging Caleb, with his hard cock throbbing inside you, filling you up completely.

One day, talking to Tara and Simone at the pub in Linkon, the topic came up: "How many times a week is it normal for a couple to have sex?", and the girls debated curiously.

"I don't know, three or two times a week? It depends on their schedule." Simone said, sipping her drink.

"Some couples do it every day! Can you imagine? Having sex every day?" Tara said, her eyes widening. " What about you and your boyfriend? How often do you do it?" She asked, curious.

And that made you wonder. There was the mind-blowing sex, the longing sex, the dirty sex, the rough sex, the slow sex, the sex when you were reading, the sex when he was reading, the sex when you were on your cell phones, the sex when talking about anything, the sex on the kitchen counter, the sex on the bathroom sink, the bath time sex, the movie time sex, the bed time sex, the sleep time sex, the wake up time sex, the boredom time sex, the play time sex… And all you could do was blink, trying to calculate how many times a week Caleb and you had sex and it simply wasn't possible to count.

You laughed, sipped your drink and sighed.

"I don't know, I don't count." And it wasn't a lie.

#love and deepspace #caleb x reader #caleb x mc #caleb xia #fanfic #lads caleb #lads smut #caleb smut #lads #caleb x you

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mako-bel · 1 day ago

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#we need mainstory caleb back #COLONELLLL :((((#love and deepspace #lads #lads caleb #caleb #caleb xia #fanart #lads fanart #love and deepspace fanart #my art <3

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icyonmyneck · 5 days ago

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chibi caleb from the before sunset, after vows event

#caleb #video games #love and deepspace #gifs by icy #caleb xia #xia yizhou #lads #lnds #lads caleb #lnds caleb #caleb love and deepspace #caleb lads #caleb lnds #love and deepspace caleb

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calebxiasgf · 6 days ago

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new vibra- OUTFIT unlocked!!🥳

#he’s gonna show me what that arm can do #caleb #caleb xia #xia yizhou #caleb lads #lads #caleb love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace #love and deep space #caleb bionic arm

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stargirlygirl · 2 days ago

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you finally suck on his nipples

caleb x fem!reader

summary: caleb's nipple piercings are finally healed, so it's your time to shine.

contains: nsfw, smut, oral sex (handjob), obvs you suck on them nipples, uniform kink, angst, 2.7k words

Slut. A derogatory term reclaimed by the Gen Z girlie pops at the turn of the 2020s to describe… Well, ‘slut’ really can describe anyone. But generally, slut refers to someone sexy, someone who is thinking about sex, or someone who has sex.

Slut. Two syllables: sl-ut. What else has two syllables? Ca-leb. Oh, would you look at that.

You’ve never met a sluttier man than the colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Whenever he’s in his mouth-watering uniform, he’s not safe from your wandering hands and sky-high libido. You know, it’s bad. You shouldn’t romanticise the love of your life in his killing suit, but why does that coat have to be fitting? And those white trousers so tight around his muscular thighs? Not to mention those gloves you would kill to have wrapped around your neck—

Moving forward, it’s been a year since the fateful day you found out that your puppy of a partner got his nipples pierced without you. Nothing has been the same since. Well.. alright, some things haven’t been the same since. Like the fact that you were banned from touching his tits for the first nine months after he got them done.

And guess what? Even though they were ‘technically healed’, Caleb still wouldn’t let you touch his nipples until three months later. He claimed it was for good measure, knowing how you’d pounce on him at the exact second your 12 months were up. He knows you well. A little too well. Maybe that’s why he went on a week-long mission the day before your sentence concluded.

But he should be back today. If he’s not? Then some CEO is gonna be added to your hit list.

You use the spare key Caleb gave you to unlock the door of his Skyhaven apartment. It’s a little musty and dark, so you brighten things up and open the windows to air his place out. Then, you pack your things away for your two-week stay.

It’s only 3pm. Caleb should be home around six. The temptation to scroll on your phone for the next three hours is awfully great. But you resist for the first two by busying yourself with wiping down his kitchen and bathroom. Your slut is rarely home, and you can tell with the layer of dust you pull off the surfaces that he hasn’t cleaned… like ever.

You plop down on his sofa and whip out your phone. In the notification centre is a text from your pookie bear. It reads:

be home around 7

sorry pipsqueak

You let out a loud groan, your head falling back as you gaze at his ceiling like it might offer you salvation. Unfortunately, Caleb’s ceiling enjoys your frustration as much as he does. Holding your phone up to your face, you text back:

you’re doing this on purpose

You log onto TikTok and start scrolling. Only ten minutes pass before you’re checking the message you sent to Caleb. You want to make sure it was actually delivered because he hasn’t responded yet, which is weird for your boyfriend. When the chat pops up, you see the dreaded grey text: Read 5:13pm.

Oh… This fucker DID NOT.

You start spamming his phone with texts like “just say you hate me already” and “you haven’t let me suck on your nipples for a year, and now this?” After every message, the read receipt comes up. Until the purple Do Not Disturb text appears, and now you’re forced to deliver your rage quietly. You don’t know whether to be livid or confused by the fact that he stops reading your messages.

Actually, you do.

To say the very least, you are positively fuming. Usually, you wouldn’t be so angry, but instead upset over his unusual behaviour. The rational part of your brain tells you that Caleb’s probably in a meeting and can’t have his girlfriend texting him wild messages about the 101 ways she’s going to make him pay for his naughtiness tonight. But the irrational part of your brain is screaming that your boyfriend is being shitty, and so you should be shitty in return.

You even cleaned his damn apartment, and now look what he’s done! Why did you even bother? The world turns red as your eyes lock on a nearby vase. You’re a hair's breadth from snatching it and shattering it on the hard floor, but think twice when you realise how angry alcoholic dad that will make you look.

Glaring at the fine china, you huff and plonk down on the couch. You pick up your phone. Still utter silence… And he still hasn’t read your messages. Back to TikTok it is.

…˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚…

You don’t even look up from the cat video you’re watching as the front door swings open. Those heavy boots alone tell you everything you need to know. Caleb’s back in his himbo suit, exhausted from a long day as the Fleet’s colonel.

Seeing the top of your head peeking over the couch, Caleb sighs, “Pipsqueak. I’m sorry. I was in a meeting.” Called it. Your hands slap your thighs, your phone in your lap, as he rounds the couch.

Ffuuuuuuckkk. Your lady boner is touching the roof as he whips off his hat and throws it on the lounge. That uniform clings to every sharp line and delectable curve of your boyfriend in the most sinful of ways. You would have busted a nut if not for your thin self-control.

A very sweaty puppy sits next to you, his violet eyes all round and gooey—full of love now that his owner has returned. You shift so that your back faces him with your arms crossed beneath your chest, and release a clipped hmph! at his audacity.

“Come on, honey. I said I was sorry. The higher-ups kept looking at me. I had no choice but to go on DND,” he explains, his voice dampened with longing and tiredness. You roll your eyes, the past two hours of overthinking transforming the situation into something it wasn’t.

His actions feel like a brutal attack on your… fascination with his nipples. Maybe he’s weirded out by how fucking much you like them, which has only been intensified by the stainless steel barbells running straight through them.

You counter, “Why did you leave me on the read in the first place, huh? In a meeting?”

“Yeah, I was—”

“Well, that doesn’t explain why you went on a week-long mission just when my ban gets lifted. Like, do you hate me or something? Do you think I’m just some weird freak? Hasn’t this past year been torturous for you, too?” You spit out in rapid succession, pivoting around so you can argue with him face-to-face. The first thing you notice is the darkness rimming his eyes. Your heart pangs. Caleb reaches out and grabs your hand in your moment of weakness.

His brows are drawn together as he sighs, “Pips, you know it’s not like that, so please don’t say those things. I had no choice—”

“You keep saying you didn’t have a choice, but clearly you did,” you snap. He shakes his head, his grip on your hand tightening as he processes your heated words. You glare at him like an injured snake, venom dripping from your fangs, while your boyfriend avoids your narrowed-to-slits eyes.

The clock on the wall ticks, seconds elapsing as you wait for him to… to what? Admit he’s hurt you? Apologise? He’s already done that. Your baby boy just came home from a week of barking out commands and one-eye open sleep, and what do you do? Make this sanctuary you’ve created together into a garden full of thorns. But as you should, right?

In a moment of clarity, you realise how your bottled-up emotions started leaking through the cap. He hasn’t done anything wrong. But it’s the accumulation of little things that make you feel wronged.

After an eternity of near silence, Caleb meets your gaze once more. In your eyes, he sees anger framed by regret and confusion.

He murmurs, “Okay.” You squeal as he suddenly releases your hand and latches onto your wrist before pulling you onto his lap. Your arms instinctively wrap around his broad shoulders. He grabs your waist and holds you tight to him, his heart beating steadily against yours. His nose nuzzles the crook of your neck, and his breath is warm against your skin.

Caleb presses a tender kiss to the skin there while you squeeze his shoulders. Pulling back, he gazes up at you with gentle understanding, and his thumbs swipe back and forth over your waist soothingly.

He says quietly, “You’re mad. I get it. But I’ve missed you, yeah? And I know you’ve missed me, too. So if you wanna yell about how shit of a boyfriend I am, then go ahead. You can take your anger out on me.” Your breath hitches, any semblance of a reply melting on your tongue like warm butter. Rich and full, colonising your tastebuds. But your throat is oddly dry. Slowly, you shake your head while keeping your eyes on him.

Caleb moves his large hand to your arm and rubs it lovingly as he teases, “Where did all of your confidence go? I’m giving you the perfect opportunity to be upset with me, so go on and tell me you hate me.”

“Shut up.” The words come out sad and small rather than powerful. A weight lingers in the air. Neither of you dares break the quiet that has befallen his apartment. Instead, your hands glide down his chest, fingers brushing the golden chains and lapels as you go straight for the fastenings.

With his veiny hands on your hips, Caleb asks playfully, “Don’t you want to loosen my tie first, honey?” You shake your head while undoing the snap fasteners.

“Loosen it later,” you mumble as you come to the waist belt. Sliding it off, you drop his belt on the couch cushions and tear the remaining snaps apart. Your hands roam over his shirt, and you make quick work of his tie and the buttons. Meanwhile, your boyfriend simply thumbs your hips and watches you cockily.

Your thighs clench, a throbbing below your waistband becoming more uncomfortable as Caleb’s decolletagé is revealed beneath the dewy lights. You bite your lip at the sight and run your finger along his collarbones. He sucks in a breath at the feeling, betraying how he’s just as touched starved as you are.

Leaning forward, you whisper against his clammy brow, “Almost like you wanted to piss me off.”

Caleb firmly squeezes your hips while he chuckles breathily, “I’ll admit, I thought about it.”

“So you went on that mission just to—”

“I thought about it, honey. I didn’t mean to hurt you, m’kay?” He clarifies. You huff a little, your lips pouty as your fingers ghost his sternum. Caleb tips his head back and kisses your cheek reassuringly. Then his lips shift to the corner of your mouth before finally landing on your lips. It’s a brief kiss, but you both sigh nonetheless.

Separating, you murmur, “Can you help me with the rest?” His light laugh acts as the soundtrack to your erratically thumping heart and blood rushing up to your cheeks. Caleb groans lightly as he rips his shirt open down to his navel. His pecs peak through the grey and black fabric, and you could swoon as he gazes up at you expectantly.

Closing the distance between you two, you capture his lips in another kiss. However, this one is imbued with a year-long hunger. Satiation burns on the tips of your intertwining tongues, and spit spills down your lips as your palms slide down his glorious chest. Hesitant, yet excited fingertips flutter over his pecs, dipping lower until they feel hot metal.

Caleb moans into your mouth as you gently pinch at his pink nipples, the erogenous sound sending slick drooling out of your cunt. His meaty arms encircle your hips and grind you against his growing erection, eliciting sweet mewls hushed by his ravenous mouth.

The colonel can’t get enough of you as he pulls off your lips with a wet smooch and drizzles sloppy kisses down your neck. You pinch his nipples harder as he palms your ass, making him yelp into your ear.

“Been waiting forever for this, baby. You’re so cruel,” you breathe out.

His chuckle morphs into a whine midway as he says, “I wanted to be sure.” You kiss the side of his head while your hands slip lower and feel up his abs momentarily.

“You need to wash your hair,” you tell your boyfriend as your fingers latch onto his pierced nipples once more.

He offers tiredly, “I know, I know. Wash it for me?” You hum in agreement while becoming increasingly aware of how soaked your panties are growing. Since he was returning tonight, you wore his favourite: this lavender, lacy pair with a bow on the waistband. But now, the delicate lace is likely ruined by your arousal.

“Fuck! Careful, pips!” Caleb hisses as your fingertips pull on his stiff nipples. You giggle softly and shimmy back.

Planting your feet on the ground, you get up from your partner’s lap. Your hands clutch his knees and spread them apart as you get down between his legs. He groans at the sight of you, who’s eagerly working at his pants with that cute smile on your lips.

He instructs you to take off his boots while he pulls down his pants. Teamwork makes the dream work, and soon, Caleb’s white trousers are pooling at his ankles, your hands are jerking off his fat cock, and you’re staring up at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes as you suck on one of his nipples.

“F-fuck, pips! I’ve missed you so much. Thought about you every day when I was on that mission—hah. Couldn’t stop thinking about you all day…” Caleb babbles, his long fingers brushing away the hair from your face as more pre-cum leaks onto your fingers. Your tongue rolls around his nipple, flicking over his barbell before you take it into your hot mouth.

His yap flows in one ear and out the other, incoherent over the pulsing in your lounge shorts. You press your thighs together, more slick gushing out as your hands twist around his length. A strangled moan interrupts Caleb’s rambling, intensifying the heat crawling across your skin tenfold.

“Doin’ so good, baby—Fuck! That’s my pretty girl,” he whines. His hand rests on the back of your head and holds you protectively as you lick a stripe across his chest and begin pleasuring his other nipple. You start pumping him faster and tighter, the shallow breaths he heaves spurring you on.

Your teeth graze his hard peak, causing his hips to buck and more moans and praise to spill from his swollen lips. Of course, you love how damn sexy Caleb’s nipples are now that they’re pierced. But the fact that they’re even more sensitive now makes the past year of abstinence all worth it.

Your spit dribbles down his abs as you pull on his nipple with your mouth. He cries out from the sensation, the cold and ruthless colonel reduced to a whimpering, pathetic mess beneath you. Exactly where he belongs.

Soon enough, your boyfriend is cumming all over your tank top and exposed cleavage. Some of his thick spend gets in your hair and even on your neck as you release his reddened nipple from the gates of your lips. He’s mumbling as you plop down on his knee, something about how good you are to him.

With a sweet smile, you kiss his sweaty temple and push back his greasy locks with one hand. Your other hand rubs his shoulders, and you glimpse down at his still twitching cock while he calms down.

“Gotta clean you up, pips,” Caleb rasps out.

“Mhmm,” you hum as you kiss his cheekbone and jaw affectionately. He grasps you securely against his chest, this grounding feeling settling in as he returns to Earth.

Within a few minutes, Caleb’s wiping you up with a few tissues before throwing them carelessly on the floor. He’s much too preoccupied with lying you down and settling between your thighs, excited to return the favour until sunrise.

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mwphisto · 1 month ago

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Going at it for five hours with Caleb.

He brings forth a whole new meaning of marathon sex, his drive so insatiable that you’re certain it’ll take him losing consciousness to finally rest.

Though, you’re not one to talk. You’re equally as hungry, clawing up his back like it was your own personal scratch post. Any harder and you’re sure he’d start to bleed.

“O-one more, pips. Give me one more.” But that’s a god damn lie and you know it. You know it’s not just one more, you know he won’t be sated once you cream around his cock for the umpteenth time in… some number of hours.

You’ve lost count, the floor to ceiling windows of his Sky Haven home fogged from the heat you two created.

The living space is thick with the scent of musk and sweat and sex. It should be gross, but it only spurs the two of you on further. “C…ca-aye-leb…!” You should be horrified, completely ruined by the way he pounds you. Pounds the sensibility out of your head. You’ve lost the ability to think.

“C’mon, I feel that pretty pussy squeezing me. Gonna milk me dry again, pips? Let me fill you up with all my cum? Naughty girl, you love when I pound this pussy huh?”

You’d never known Caleb to be so filthy, though you assume he always had been.

“P-please! Cum in me, n-need y-yo-oh-ur cum in my pussy Caleb! Not enough, need more!” And, well, you were just as bad. Dirty words flying out of your mouth like it was second nature. Filthy language, you’d be mortified later.

If later ever came. The sky had been a deep midnight black when you two started playing, now? The sky was turning to a soft indigo. The sun would be rising soon.

“Good girl, such a good fucking girl taking my cock like this.” The rug feels damp with sweat, with release, your sweaty back is dragging up and down it.

Caleb’s grip is iron around your ankles. He’s got you splayed in a perfect V, pounding his hips so hard you’re sure there are indents left on the back of your thighs

“Gonna cum—shit’m gonna cum!” You’re writing, hands clawing at the rug, his arms, his thighs, his hips. Anywhere your nails can reach, you’re grabbing and sinking in. “Cum for me then, make a bigger mess of my cock.”

You’re crying, tears leaking down your cheeks and your entire body stiffens. Your orgasm is devastating, your vision whiting out as your walls spasm.

Your ears are still ringing as you come down, vision blurry as Caleb continues to babble you filthy praises. All the while his hips aren’t stopping, and if you could focus long enough you’d hear him whispering “just one more…”

This man is so gross, absolutely filthy. Would def lick the sweat of your body after fucking you into the ground. Would suck his own cum out your pussy just to see how you taste together and then spit what remained into your awaiting mouth… so nasty how could anyone ever … Caleb plz hit me up I wanna turn.

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not-your-damsel · 2 days ago

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I had to read this part more than once because I was like, “Oooh, that lil’ girl cares not.” 😭

His loser moment

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eyrichandesu · 19 hours ago

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The smell of eggs and coffee wakes you, but it’s the sight of him that really does you in.

Caleb stands in the kitchen, shirtless, hair a little wild—like your fingers had been in it all night. Which they had. His sweatpants hang low on his hips, teasing that sharp V-line that’s somehow more obscene than if he were naked. His back flexes with each movement, golden skin catching the sunlight pouring in from the window like something divine.

You don’t say a word. Just sit there, legs crossed on the barstool, silently ogling him, wrapped in his shirt that barely covers the aftermath he left all over your thighs.

“You’re being quiet,” he says without turning, voice hoarse in the most unholy way. “That’s suspicious.”

You hum, trying not to drool. “Just watching you be domestic. It’s… hot.”

He chuckles lowly. “You’re thinking nasty thoughts while I’m making you breakfast, aren’t you?”

“No,” you lie terribly.

He turns, holding a plate in one hand, setting it gently in front of you. His eyes, half-lidded and sleepy, flick down to your bare legs with slow appreciation.

“You should be thinking about rehydrating,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Not riding me on the counter again.”

“I’m not,” you whisper.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He leans in, mouth grazing your jaw, voice dropping to that soft warning he uses when he’s close to snapping. “You want me again, don’t you? You want to ruin this sweet little moment.”

You grab his wrist, heat pooling between your legs again like he didn’t just have you a few hours ago.

“Then ruin it with me.”

The plate is forgotten. His mouth is on yours before the words finish leaving your lips. You're lifted onto the counter like nothing, his body pressed between your knees, hands already under his shirt—your shirt now—gripping your waist, fingers digging into the bruises he left before.

"Breakfast can wait," he growls against your lips, pushing the plate aside.

You smile against his mouth. "Told you it was hot."

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kissandtellus · 1 day ago

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Over the Skyline

Synopsis: Caleb, ever the strong and compassionate husband, takes on his hardest mission. Fatherhood.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, self-deprecating talk, Caleb refers to himself as ‘Daddy’ in a cute and cringey way, pregnancy, talks of birth.

Caleb hates his strict schedule, especially when it didn’t revolve around you. When he finally gets home from a long mission, his penthouse is dead quiet. He kicks off his boots and tries to strip as much of his uniform away as he can before he reaches the softness of your shared bedroom.

The bedroom is dark of course. You are curled up, clutching his pillow against your chest. He sits in the edge of your bed, back aching. His age was beginning to catch up with him quickly.

You let out a quiet noise as soon as his weight hits the mattress. “Sorry Pips, did I wake you up?”

You roll over to the edge of the bed, the oversized shirt of Caleb’s you wear is bundled up under your breast, exposing your pregnant belly. “Mm…? No…no im still ‘eepin’…” you murmur.

He’s smiling fondly, watching you as the faint light of the lamp from the bedside table highlights your exposed belly. His hand continues the idle caress, moving along the swell of your stomach, his gaze softening as it traces the curve of your silhouette.

“Go back to ‘eepin’, honey,” he says, his tone teasing, voice softens. He shifts slightly to give you more space under the sheets, allowing you room to adjust if needed. “I just want to lie beside you, that’s all.”

You murmur something under your breath, tucking your head under his jaw. “How was your mission…?”

He hums, his free hand comes up, fingers running through your hair, untangling some of the loose strands. His chest rumbles as he speaks, voice still low, a whisper, "Long and tiring. But right now? Everything feels just fine.”

His face inches closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead, the affection in the gesture a testament to his exhaustion. “You?”

You move his hand down to the lower part of your belly where a strong kick hits the palm. “That’s how it’s goin’, thanks for asking.”

His lips curl into a small smile as he feels the kick, and he lowers his head, whispering softly, "Seems our little one's as energetic as always, huh?"

He lets his hand rest on your bump, gently soothing it, feeling the movement against his palm. Turning his face, he murmurs into your hair, "They've got quite the kick there. Must be excited to see their old man, huh?”

You take a sharp inhale without ever opening your eyes. “Mmhm…I’m excited to see their Daddy too…” you whisper against his lips.

A soft laugh escapes him, a warm, rich sound that he tries to contain. “You’re half-asleep, sweetie,” he says, his hand still on your stomach, feeling the life within. “And you’re adorable when you’re like this.”

He presses another soft kiss to your forehead, his eyes full of affection. "Go back to sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

“Mm but you woke me up, n’ now you have to take care of me…” you whimper against his mouth, throwing one leg over his hip. The small fabric of your panties doing little to hide the wetness.

His breath hitches, the sudden, bold move taking him by surprise. His hand moves to your waist on instinct, steadying you as his gaze locks with yours.

"Is that right?" His voice drops an octave, his tone teasing as he moves closer, his lips grazing yours, "And how would you like me to take care of you, my love?"

He doesn't wait for a response, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss, his hands roaming over your body.

His calloused fingers pull your panties aside and-

You whimper —only to pause mid-motion, his hand halting as a particularly forceful kick from your belly meets his wrist.

His breath stutters into a chuckle against your lips, pulling back just enough to glance down between you both. "Well," he murmurs, amusement thick in his voice as he rubs the spot where tiny feet protested, "Someone's very opinionated about bedtime."

His thumb swipes over your hipbone teasingly. "Guess we'll have to save that for when the little commander isn't on duty, huh?"

But the whine you let out, accompanied with the frantic, lazy kisses on his throat tell a different story. “Please…? You haven’t touched me in days…”

The whine that escapes you pulls a low, rumbling laugh from his chest, his grin wide and affectionate. "Days, huh? I didn't realize you kept track." A kiss in response to your own, his lips trailing a hot path down your jaw, your throat, and back up again, never quite reaching the destination you so clearly want.

"Needy tonight, aren't you?" he teases, finally giving in and capturing his lips with his own, his hand on your hip pulling you tighter to him even as his knee slots between your thighs.

Your hips buck against him and you groan into the kiss, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, before letting it pop out. “Jus’ want Daddy to take care of me…”

The way your voice is just so pretty— sleep drunk and determined all at once—would be endearing if not for how distracting you are. The slow grind of your hips against his thigh is doing nothing to ease the ache that hasn’t left since he first touched you tonight.

“‘Sides… baby likes when you touch me too… They get all excited,” You whisper sweetly, like that isn’t enough to break whatever resolve he had left.

"Touch meee," comes out in a breathy whine as one of your hands travels under his shirt, up the defined planes of his stomach before tweaking a nipple harshly through the fabric with two fingers.

His groan catches in throat when teeth follow where fingers had been, his back arches into it on instinct while yours presses closer below him; both moving like magnets pulled by gravity itself (and maybe they were).

And just as suddenly as everything started, there's stillness again but this time filled only heavy breaths mixing together between kisses stolen here-and-there until eventually even those stop.

His breath hitches sharply as your teeth scrape over his skin, fingers tightening reflexively against your hip. "You—" A ragged laugh escapes him when you tweak just right, the sound dissolving into a groan as he arches under your touch.

For a moment, he lets himself savor it—your weight pressing him down, the heat of your mouth on his chest, the way every shuddering breath between kisses is laced with impatience. Then suddenly he flips you onto your back with effortless strength (gravity manipulation has perks), looming over you while cradling the swell of your belly protectively in one large hand.

"You're lucky I adore you," he murmurs against panting lips before sealing them together again; slow and deep like molasses dripping from honeycomb—all sweetness until teeth catch on bottom lips teasingly to punctuate each word: "Every. Damn. Time."

The hand not safeguarding baby dips lower beneath fabric already soaked through for him, calloused fingertips dragging torturously slow up inner thighs before finally giving exactly what was begged for: two fingers curling inward just so while thumb circles lazily around that bundle nerves driving maddeningly closer towards edge without ever quite letting go... yet.

The morning after, you don’t wake up with a sticky mess between your thighs like expected. Caleb has cleaned you like normal, and the smell of breakfast looms from the kitchen.

You blink awake to sunlight streaming through the curtains, your body pleasantly sore in all the right places. The sheets smell faintly of Caleb’s cologne—fresh and warm—and there’s a lingering tingle where his hands had been last night.

Stretching lazily, you catch the rich aroma of pancakes and sizzling bacon drifting from the kitchen. A sleepy smile tugs at your lips just as Caleb appears in the doorway, balancing a tray with one hand while adjusting his necklace (your gift) with the other. His hair is still damp from a shower, shirtless under an unbuttoned flannel that does nothing to hide those unfairly sculpted abs.

“Morning,” he croons, setting the tray over your lap—stacked high with golden-brown pancakes drizzled in syrup, crispy bacon arranged like sunrays around them... and fresh orange juice because he remembers how much you craved it lately. “Sleep okay?” The smug grin says he already knows exactly how well you slept—but then his gaze softens when baby kicks under his palm as if answering for you both: More than okay.

He leans down to press slow kiss against temple before murmuring playfully:

“Round two after breakfast?”

You can't help but giggle at the sight of him, your sleep-induced haze lifting just a bit more at the realization he's prepared a feast fit for a queen this early in the morning—the morning after you practically mauled the man.

"Good mornin’..." your voice still sounds a bit raspy from sleep, and you clear your throat, "I slept just fine, thanks to someone who insisted on taking care of me last night," You say teasingly while leaning up to press a soft kiss on Caleb’s cheek. "And what's this? Are we celebrating something today?"

His smirk only grows wider with your teasing, but there's a softness in his eyes that betrays the truth. “Well, if someone hadn’t been so damn adorable last night, it probably would've been just another Tuesday,” he says, giving you another kiss before stepping away to pour himself some coffee. “But seeing as how I’ve clearly outdone myself this time—” He pauses by the door again, shooting you a playful wink over his shoulder. “Maybe we could call it ‘Y/n Appreciation Morning’. What do you say?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, balancing your glass of orange juice on your belly. “Hmm…I see.”

He chuckles warmly, leaning against the doorway, sipping coffee, watching you navigate that glass with amused curiosity. “Oh? You’ve got your thinking face on,” he ribs lightly, tilting his head, one eyebrow quirked in his own question mark. “Something brewing in that brilliant mind of yours?”

You reach for his coffee, a cute pout upon your lips but Caleb swiftly moves it out of your reach.

He moves with that feline grace he has, keeping his coffee just out of reach while wearing a self-satisfied grin. “Ah, ah. This is not part of the Appreciation Morning menu,” he chides playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Unless… there’s some negotiation table we can arrange?” He takes a casual sip, his gaze never leaving you.

You pout with a mouthful of pancakes and turn your head stubbornly. “I guess someone doesn’t want to go see the Lantern Festival tonight with me-“

The smug grin instantly falters.

“Lantern festival?" His coffee cup lowers slowly as he processes this information—and the fact you just dropped it like a tactical bomb. "You never told me there was one tonight," he accuses, though his tone is more exasperated than annoyed, already calculating how fast he can shift his evening plans.

Two strides later and your husband has abandoned both coffee mug and pride to crouch beside the bed, resting chin on folded arms near your pancake plate with pleading purple eyes

"...Was that my negotiation table all along?"

You glance at his pitiful puppy-dog eyes, taking a slow sip of your orange juice before letting a sly grin tug at the corner of your mouth.

"Maybe," you say, reaching over to run fingers through his hair. He practically melts under touch, making it all too hard not to laugh. "You know I play to win, babe. So, is the festival worth our ‘Y/n Appreciation Morning’?”

You quickly snag his cup, giggling as he chases after you on the mess of blankets. “Cmonnnn! One sip won’t hurt!” You whine.

He chases you across the bed with a mock growl, catching the side of your shirt with one hand while trying to reach the coffee cup with the other, grinning. "One sip will lead to another, and then next thing I know, you're finishing the whole damn thing!"

His laughter bubbles up when he finally catches your wrist, then he yanks you forward into a kiss that starts off playful but quickly turns passionate. "Mmm...I see what you're doing now," he murmurs against your lips, stealing a sip from your glass, grinning. "Sassy lil’ thing."

“You promised round two right?” You giggle, chasing his mouth to slip your tongue inside that taste like coffee beans and the faintest hint of-

“You’ve been smoking.”

The grin drops off his face instantly.

For half a second, his expression freezes—like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar—before he exhales slowly through his nose and leans back just enough for you to see that telltale flicker of guilt behind purple eyes. "...One cigarette," he admits quietly after another pause, hand running through messy brunette strands as if physically wrestling down excuses before finally settling on honesty. “Needed it after last night’s debriefing."

A thumb swipes over your lower lip gently while gaze searches yours carefully; voice low but firm: "Don’t look at me like that. I know better than making habits stick around now.

Especially with the baby.

And because deflection is always more fun than lectures? He steals another kiss—this time deliberately slow and lingering until breathless—then murmurs against your mouth:

"...Still up for round two?"

You narrow your eyes momentarily, hand reaching down to palm him through the pajama pants slung low on his hips. “Can I be on top this time?” A blush flares across your face. “Feels good…takes pressure off of…you know…”

His breath hitches at your touch, pupils dilating instantly as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Yeah?" The word comes out rough, throat bobbing when you press just there-his hands finding your hips in answer, squeezing gently before guiding you to straddle him fully.

"Anything," he rasps, kissing the flustered blush on your cheeks as if savoring it. "However—wherever-you want me." That possessive grip tightens slightly when his fingers trace slow paths along bare skin beneath oversized shirt (his shirt), voice dropping into something deeper: "...Just say the word."

And because Caleb Xia has never been able to resist teasing even at own expense? A smirk tugs lips against shell of ear while grinding up deliberately once more:

"Pleasures all yours now...Daddy’s gonna let you drive this time."

Caleb worships you no matter what. The moment you brought him that tiny plastic stick, it because even worse. When he slides inside you from this angle, your hips stutter and your hands shake as they grasp to his shoulders. “C-Caleb…”

His name spills from your lips in that breathless, shaky way he loves, and the sound alone nearly undoes him. His grip on your hips tightens—part restraint, part encouragement—as he lets you set the pace at first, watching with rapt attention as pleasure flickers across your face with every slow roll of your body against his.

“Look at you-“ he rasps, voice thick with reverence as his thumbs trace circles into soft skin. The morning light catches every flutter of your lashes, every hitch in your breath when he angles himself just right inside you. “So fucking perfect—ngh!”

Then suddenly hands are sliding up to cradle both sides of swollen belly tenderly while smirk turns wicked:

“…Think they can feel how much Mommy loves Daddy too?” The tease is punctuated by a deliberate thrust upwards.

The blush spreads to your ears and one hand flies up to hide your face, your wedding ring glinting. “Y-you are such a perv…”

He laughs, deep and rich and full of warmth even amidst the heat simmering between you both. “Guilty as charged,” he grins, gently tugging that hiding hand away by intertwining fingers: palm to palm, finger to finger until the glint of your shared vows are all that’s visible under the golden morning light.

"I love making you flustered," he confesses softly, tracing patterns on the back of your hand with his thumb as he pulls you closer still, eyes never leaving yours. "Makes me realize why I married you again."

Unfortunately being pregnant means your stamina was cut in half. Despite being so close to the edge, you fold over onto Caleb, tears of frustration beading in your eyes. “Feels s’good but I can’t- I’m too fat n’ slow…”

Your words break his heart just a little—but he holds on tight, pressing soothing kisses along your spine while still keeping that gentle rhythm. "Hey," he murmurs, voice dropping low as though telling you a secret. "This is about you, remember? We go at your pace today."

His free hand slides down to where you both are connected, gentle touches designed to tease without pushing too much while his lips brush against the side of your neck

"You feel amazing just like this... let Daddy take care of making you feel good..."

He plants his feet flat on the bed and- “Caleb!” You yelp at the hard thrust that sends you bouncing in his lap.

His smirk is unapologetic as he watches you recover from the surprise that reaction enough to make him do it again.

"Too much?" he asks teasingly, eyes glinting mischievously. When he gets no response besides ragged breathing and heavy-lidded eyes—yeah… no words needed.

He braces himself against the mattress again, starting up a firmer rhythm that matches the grip he has on your hips. "C’mon Pips, let go f’ me…" He rasps out every word between thrusts, watching helplessly as pleasure coursed through your veins.

When you cry out beneath him, thighs trembling, nails biting deep into his shoulder. he knows it's his name filling the silence between you two. And it might be his favourite sound ever.

He holds on tight as you ride the current of pleasure, hands never leaving your hips even after the after tremors subside. His breath is ragged too now, face pressed into the crook of your neck.

"Love you..." He whispers against your damp skin.

Caleb is in the kitchen, collecting snacks for the Lantern Festival hours later. He’s humming to himself, adjusting the collar of the red shirt you’d picked out for him.

It was peaceful-until a cry rang out.

“Caleb!”

The spoon clatters into the sink as his head whips toward your voice, already moving before fully registering why. His footsteps are quick and heavy down the hall, throwing open the bedroom door with a worried frown that softens immediately when he sees you standing there in front of mirror.

...holding up what was clearly his stolen sweater.

"You're wearing my clothes again," he accuses playfully, leaning against doorframe with arms crossed, though adoration is written all over face when eyes trace how oversized fabric drapes over curves especially around belly. “Not complaining but uh… did we need an emergency alert for this?"

When you turn to him, your face is streaked with tears. Because even your husband sweater, the man twice your height, the sweat still didn’t cover the entire swell of your belly. “M-my sweater didn’t fit a-and yours doesn’t either-“

There's no teasing in his expression anymore, only raw empathy. He closes the distance between you both, wrapping his arms around from behind to pull you close against him.

"Honey..." His voice is soft, full of understanding, "You're growing a person. That's kind of a big deal." He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "And don't think I can't see how beautiful you are every day because believe me" –he trails kisses down to your neck– "I do."

You sniffle, rubbing at your eyes with balled fist. “I-I don’t have anything to wear.”

His fingers are already working the buttons of his own shirt free, shrugging it off without hesitation before draping it over your shoulders, big enough that even if it doesn’t close all the way, you're wrapped in his scent.

"Here," he murmurs against your temple, kissing away stray tears with quiet tenderness before stepping back just enough to survey his handiwork, then grins like he's struck gold. “Now we match." He's down to undershirt and pants now but could not care less.

A beat passes as hands settle on your hips gently. “Wanna go pick something out together? Bet there’s at least one store still open before festival starts."

You both find the cutest red sweater with gold accents at the Maternity store. Your face lights up as you twirl in the reflection, tears dried to your cheeks. “It fits!”

He doesn't hide the admiration shining in his eyes as he watches you twirl, the way new top fits your curves perfectly—beautifully.

"Looks even better on you than I could've imagined," he says sincerely, stepping closer to brush some loose hair behind your ears. There's pride in his smile now, mixed with love. "I didn't realize we were going for a ‘heart-stealingly adorable' look tonight."

With Caleb’s shirt returned, the cold breeze nips at your cheeks as you walk through Skyhaven. The lanterns light up the sky and the sound of squealing children and laughter fill your ears.

His arm stays snug around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you both stroll through the festival crowds—his hand occasionally drifting down to rest protectively over the swell of your stomach when someone brushes too close.

"You warm enough?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before nodding toward a vendor selling spiced cider. His eyes glint with amusement when he catches you eyeing it already, “Thought so."

He orders two cups (one decaf for obvious reasons) and presses yours into cold fingers with exaggerated care.

You shiver in delight, the scent of cinnamon and apples making your stomach growl. The warmth seeps into your fingers as you sip. “Mmm…it’s perfect.”

Caleb chuckles beside you, sipping his own before suddenly stopping mid-step at a stall nearby. His grip on you tightens slightly his attention snagged by something in the display.

Tiny red-and-gold onesies.

“We have to get this,” he declares immediately as if it wasn’t already obvious from his face lighting up like he just discovered gravity for first time “Look—” He holds one up excitedly against where the baby currently kicks beneath fabric; purple eyes practically sparkling. “Matches Mama.”

Before you can protest, saying the baby had far too many clothes, Caleb was already handing the vendor money.

He turns to you with a boyish grin that stops you cold. Those violet eyes are practically sparkling and, well, how can you say no to that?

"Best purchase ever," he declares proudly, folding the tiny onesie with great care into his bag. Then he leans over to whisper conspiratorially against your ear: "You know... I may have another idea too..."

Before you can question him further, his hand is sliding into yours again, guiding you through the crowd until you find yourself standing before a small wooden stall: Little Skyhaven Toys.

He gestures proudly at the array of hand-crafted wooden toys inside, each one carved with love from cedar trees grown within Farspace Fleet lands: birds and horses, boats and blocks.

"What do you think?" He asks, arm slipping around your waist again. "For the little one. Something special to welcome them into our world."

Your eyes land on the little plane model, carved perfect into an aircraft you don’t recognize- “What’s that one supposed to be?” You asked your Colonel Husband who no doubt knew every aircraft there ever was

He follows your gaze, smile widening further when he sees what you're looking at. "Ah, that would be the Aesculapius-“ a slow roll off his tongue—"my first command."

His eyes flick upwards to meet yours again, pride glinting there alongside affection. "It was where I really found my wings, quite literally," he adds with a wink. "And now... " He gestures towards your belly, hand resting over yours. "They'll find theirs too."

You cradle the toy in your hands and nod softly. “We’ll take this one,” You tell the vendor.

The toys are tucked away into Caleb’s bag with care, alongside the onesie, before you both head back out to see lanterns dancing across the sky like fireflies made of wishes.

His hand drifts to rest against your swollen stomach again as you lean into his side, watching those glowing lights rise higher until they blur together amidst countless stars above Skyhaven City…

Only then does realization dawn on him. He has already begun collecting stories—pieces of himself—to give them when they arrive.

Your quiet sniffle doesn’t go unnoticed—he glances down, hand lifting to wipe at your cheeks with gentle fingers. "Happy tears?" he asks softly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it anyway.

When you nod against his shoulder, his arm tightens around you just a little more securely as if trying to hold this moment forever between shared warmth and whispered promises beneath lantern light.

And somewhere amidst all those glowing wishes floating upwards? There’s one with your baby’s name written on it, one that says simply ‘Come home soon’.

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Note: For my anon who has been waiting so patiently. Please—Click Here— to read the original ask! I looked into this whole Chinese Hide & Seek thing and I don’t know why they call it that—because it has absolutely nothing to do with China—and that felt a little weird, so I gave it a different name. Felt more appropriate. Seems like it was just a TikTok trend, but I’ve never heard of it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏽

Contains: Literal porn w/ no plot, Caleb calls you pips/pipsqueak/honey, they’re just fuckin LOLLL

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: You hide and Caleb seeks you with a kiss and more in tow

Caleb/Reader - Hide & Seek With A Kiss

I’ll be home in five minutes. Call you when I’m in :)

You smiled like the lovesick fool you were after reading your boyfriend’s text, a mix of glee and nervousness swimming in your system at the thought of his reaction.

Caleb wasn’t supposed to see you for another month, the original plan he had to visit sooner being nipped in the bud after he was unexpectedly assigned to something too confidential to share.

You understood the responsibilities he had as the Farspace Fleet’s colonel, and you would never give him any flack in the event that he had to make the reluctant and tough decision to pick his duties over you. But just because he wasn’t able to visit, that didn’t mean you couldn’t take some much deserved time off and come to him instead.

Two weeks ago, you offered that since he was unable to make the trip, it was a good idea to set a date and do a video call as a way to make up for it. Because of your busy lives as two adults in a semi-long distance relationship with demanding careers, you always anticipated for your calls to be cut obnoxiously short because of a work related interruption and if not, your schedules simply didn’t match up for you to talk in the first place.

There was no need for that obstacle to be a hindrance in this instance though, as your suggestion was all a guise for your true intentions. And you couldn’t wait to see the look on his pretty face.

When he found you, that is.

Your idea was perfect, as it forced him to tell you when he’d be home so you could be ready to “answer the phone”, but in reality, it gave you enough time to make your move.

Shutting your phone off to rid any chances of a sudden alert giving you away, you briefly scanned his place once more to make sure nothing of yours was left visible around the otherwise untouched space. You arrived not too long ago with the spare key only you had, using the hour alone to figure out where you could hide your belongings as well as utilize his large flatscreen TV to the fullest potential.

There was so much excitement bubbling inside you that you couldn’t suppress it on your brisk walk to the closet in his room.

Would this be an easy find? Surely. That’s exactly what you wanted. And you just know that even if he wasn’t made aware that you were here visiting, someway, he’d figure it out.

Once you stepped in and slid the wooden louver closet doors together until they lay flat, you were surrounded by all of Caleb’s clothes that had the inebriating mix of him and his favorite laundry detergent. In the span of time he promised to be home, soon the faint beep of his keypad and a door being opened and shut, was heard.

The silence was full of one sided suspense as you held your hand over your mouth and nose to prevent your breathing from being so audible.

Then just as you thought:

“Pipsqueak?”

Your boyfriend was gifted with the keenest intuition no matter how sneaky you tried to be. Of course he would sense your presence after walking in no more than a couple seconds ago.

The vibrating steps of his feet on the floor in his search exhilarates you, and a second call of your nickname only adds to the flame.

“You love playing this game, so I know you know what I’m gonna do when I find you.” he calls out. “That’s your perfume I’m smelling. I’m getting warmerrr, so c’mon and let me see you, honey. Only so many places for you to hide.”

Stifling a laugh, you take a deep breath to control it so that your location isn’t made known.

When he reaches the bedroom, you think you have a grace period, believing he’ll go for under his bed or the bathroom first while he stands in the doorway as if in thought about where to hunt next.

Instead, Caleb’s determined gaze immediately cuts to your hiding place and you swear his eyes meet yours through the panels you’ve been peering through.

With that boyish grin you’ve had years to cherish, he saunters in your direction and you sink deeper into the collection of sweaters, jeans, and shirts, accidentally making a few hangers clatter.

“Gotcha.”

Grasping the nobs, he yanks the doors apart to reveal his favorite person in the world.

You don’t get the chance to greet him as he yanks you out and cradles you in his hands to smother your lips with his own.

You laugh uncontrollably from his loving onslaught, holding yourself up with your hands on his wrists when he dips you like the princess you are to him. He’s chuckling the more his kisses travel around your face to make you squirm.

Only when he’s breathless do you get a moment to speak.

“Surpriseeee,” you gleam through your exasperation.

Even with bated breath, he wraps his arms around your waist and continues to worship your throat with his mouth.

“When did you get here? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“A little over an hour ago.” You bite your lip when his large hands slide up your back. “And telling you would defeat the entire purpose, babe. Nice surprise, right?”

Caleb knows what he’s doing by nipping on your sweet spot. That’s why he’s smiling against you as he does it.

“The best one.”

Slipping your hand up and into his dark strands, he inhales you more when pushed into the crook of your neck.

“Hmm,” he hums. “You smell so good…Been too long.”

“We should remedy that, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I’m way ahead of you, pips.”

You yelp when he abruptly lifts you without warning, palms placed securely beneath your ass with your legs wrapped around him as he takes three long strides to place you on the bed.

Your lover is the personification of gluttony when he devours your lips to make them puffy to match the ones throbbing in your panties.

With frenzied hands, you hold him close to eliminate every bit of distance that you were long tired of. He stands in between your legs and moans into the heated exchange of your sloppy makeout session with a hard cock that was more than ready.

“Let me taste you,” he whispers, his request barely coherent as the command barrels out in between his selfish need to keep your mouths connected.

You shake your head, whimpering when his fingertips graze your skin as he begins the process of stripping you bare.

“Later,” you beg. “I just want you i-inside…”

“You’re already wet for me, honey?” he coos, sitting up to pull your leggings off to which you happily raise your hips in assistance.

“Ever since I got here…”

Something possessive gleams in his already lustful eyes when the spot marking your powdery blue panties proves that statement true. He leans down to graze his lips against your mound in appreciation for being so good to him, making your body jolt and forcing a pitchy mewl from you.

“I’m so happy you came to me.” Another kiss, this time he nestles his nose in between your pussy lips after. “Gonna make the most of every second we have.”

He whispers several unspoken promises along your inner thighs before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

His cock jumps with the way the fabric sticks to your cunt from all the slick that’s gathered as he peels them off.

“Hoollyyy fuck…” he draws out, rubbing a thumb down your slit to make the sound of your desire echo.

“I t-told you…”

“You did.” He pulls the digit away and puts it into his mouth to let your flavor dominate his tastebuds.

“Crawl back into the bed. Need to take care of my girls.”

You sit up and drag him in for a desperate kiss once more before following his order, a string of saliva connecting you before falling to your chin when you separate. With darkened eyes, you watch him pull his shirt off with one hand from the back of the neckline and toss it to the floor. He goes for his belt next, unbuckling it and working the button of his jeans with his attention laser focused on your fingers that lazily play with your soaked pussy.

When he’s presented to you in all his glory, body sculpted like a god with a heavy cock that you could cry for, immediately you tug off your t-shirt and bra as he climbs atop the comfortable mattress with the sheets that hold his scent.

His tongue is in your mouth while his dick brushes against you with teases of the fulfillment you’ll have.

“Caleb, baby please…” you almost weep, trying not to let the emptiness you hate make you spiral more than you already are.

He doesn’t say anything, lifting off of you and sitting on his knees to grasp his cock in his hand. You insistently clench around nothing and lick your lips when he stares at your cunt as he pumps himself to carefully make the most perfect pearl-like beads of precum dribble out the tip and fall onto your quivering folds.

The warmth of it drives you mad, but when he takes the head of his dick to smear the stickiness around your waiting hole and across your curls, you know that he doesn’t have long before your impatience gets the best of you and you’re flipping him on his back to take what you want.

He’s hovering over you again, already appeasing that burning desire in your belly.

“Watch with me,” he breathes, his face cutely tinged pink.

Nodding, you look down to pay close attention to how he slowly begins to disappear inside of your acquiescent body, each thick inch fulfilling every dream you could’ve possibly imagined.

“You’re so warm, so wet…she’s practically drooling for me,” he shakily praises.

His groans and your whimpers mingle beautifully the further he sinks into your velvet walls until there’s no more room to go anywhere else, and the way you suck him in nearly makes him collapse. So much so that he has to grip the headboard to ground himself. It creaks in his grip while you caress his sides dotingly, his skin like valuable silk against your palms.

Beginning with slow and shallow thrusts, he readies you just before he turns into a man who’s about to take you like he doesn’t know what it means to love.

In and out, the squelching of your union ignites a primal urge within him to keep you tied to the bed so that he could always have you like this—forever.

Quickly does he gain an unforgiving speed and strokes your insides with refined skill to get you drunk off his cock so that as he gets deeper, you’ll do nothing but let him hear how greedily you crave more.

His strong physique presses against your plush one, your nipples grazed by his pecs with every slap of skin.

Caging you in, Caleb never misses a beat the harder he fucks into your eager pussy, and you’re nothing but a blubbering mess because of it.

“Tell me how much you missed me, honey…I can feel it, but let me hear it. Talk to me.”

“So m-much,” you choke, nails scratching down his back. The pain only makes him throb more as you brand him, and he longs for you to do your worst. “I missed you so much…”

His dick is suffocating you from the inside out, but breathing without it is the last thing you want.

“Come for me.” He licks your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as he says all the filthy things you love to hear.

“Be the good girl I know you are…”

Your sweat slicked bodies are graced with that sensational coil in your guts that only feels this good when you’re together. You hold him tighter inside of you, keeping him from slipping away the faster your orgasm comes to push you over the edge.

His hips start to stutter at the same time your body convulses when you cream around his veiny length unapologetically. You scream his name so loud that it would be a miracle if no one’s made a phone call already out of concern or in a hurry to complain.

Caleb’s chants your name with complete and utter devotion as his thrusts slow just before he’s easing his hot cum deep into your womb. You shiver from the heights he’s made you reach, the feeling of him claiming you an experience you’ll never grow tired of.

Coming to a complete stop, he tiredly sits up enough to look at your serene face, and smiles.

“Better?”

“Mhm.” You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck. Somehow it soothes you just as much as it does him.

“Good. How long can I keep you?”

“Don’t pout…Just four days.”

He listens and opts for a frown. “Not long, but I’ll take it what I can get. I still have work, though. I hate to leave you here alone.”

“I know, babe. It’s okay. Maybe I can come by during your lunch? If not, I’ll be here at the end of each day, waiting for you…with open arms, open legs.”

His softening cock twitches at your words. “How’d I get so lucky, huh?”

You chuckle. “I ask myself the same question.”

He can’t help but to swallow your reddened lips once more. Pressing his forehead to yours, you two embrace the fact that you’re together.

“I’ll clean us up and get dinner going. Sounds good?”

You cup his face in your hand and rub your nose with his.

“Sounds perfect.”

He rests on you fully, letting all his weight settle after you’ve told him before how much you like it.

“And guess what?”

“Caleb, if you say chicken butt or something stupid, I’m leaving.”

He snorts, making both of you break out into a chortling fit.

“Just guess.”

“Nope. You tell me,” you smirk.

His expression grows sentimental. “I missed you, too.”

A/N: Idk, I felt like I was interrupting something just writing thisss LOLLL!! Like omg, it’s so intimateee

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