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[humanjarvis]

caleb has lots of stamina. but sometimes, it goes unused. 

sometimes, when you’re cuddled up beside him on his oversized couch, he likes to stay still with you. to hold you close and whisper in your ear, filling your head with all his darkest daydreams. 

“i want to taste you so badly. haven’t in a while,” he says lowly. “want to press you down on my face ‘til you’re my only oxygen. i’ll take everything you have—kiss your little clit until you’re begging me to stop, cryin’ that you can’t sit up straight anymore.”

“and then,” he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing snare, “i’ll lay you down and start all over.” 

he keeps going. on and on, telling you what he wants to do but not doing it. he’s doomed you both to unfulfilled desire, trapping you in his hold while you sit idly in each other’s warmth—you getting wetter, him getting harder. 

even when you squirm and whine about how gross and filthy he is, he only rubs his nose against your cheek and inhales deeply before whispering again: “but i haven’t finished talkin’ to you yet, baby. what’ll you think of me when i’m done?”

[reit0o]

caleb gets cuteness aggression whenever he sees you

caleb tries and I mean he tries to take you seriously when you complain about him taking the last slice. but he won't ever admit that he does it just so to see you all riled up. the way your eyebrows furrow and face pouts while you try to lecture him is almost too adorable

caleb loves when you spent the day helping him build his new airplane model. he purposely picks a difficult design because he loves seeing your concentrated expression as your hold the pieces together, waiting for the glue to dry. and when you get frustrated, he just chuckles softly and holds it together with you

caleb needs to see you in clothes all the time. he almost gets offended when you sit down on his couch after a long day instead of immediately changing into his soft cotton shirt. he goes through his wardrobe once a month, looking for things he doesn't wear anymore just to see what he can add to your side of the closet. there's nothing like seeing you in your most vulnerable state, dressed in his clothes, thinking all mine

caleb loosens the jars in his house ever so slightly just so you can get the satisfaction of opening them yourself. you boast about how you don't need his help anymore because you're a strong hunter now. but he just looks at you lovingly, because he loves celebrating your victories

caleb adores watching you struggle not to fall asleep during late night movies. he doesnt say anything, just nudges you into his chest and strokes your arm until your breathing slows down. he feels like the luckiest person with you curled up against him, quietly counting your lashes as he pulls you in closer like his own plushie

[asiatic-apple]

If there’s one thing Caleb is loud and passionate about, it’s his absolute hatred for anyone who uses the term “granny panties” like it’s some kind of insult. Especially if it’s to mock the idea of plain, comfy underwear in any cut or style that isn’t the small scrap of a thong.

He already grimaces every time he hears his fellow uni classmates indulging in disgusting locker room talk, but one day, he overhears some asshole talking way too loud about how his girlfriend didn’t wear anything “sexy” the first time they got intimate.

And the second the words “granny panties” come out of that idiot’s mouth, Caleb is marching over, looking pissed and ready to educate the group of boys snickering in the corner.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” he asks, voice sharp and unimpressed.

Caleb absolutely towers over every guy there, but even if he didn’t, the dark look on his face would be enough to shut them up. Still, the only one dumb enough to keep running his mouth is the guy who started it all. Caleb doesn’t even try to hide the way he rolls his eyes when the guy makes another half-assed joke about his girlfriend showing up in “ugly” panties.

This isn’t just a pet peeve for Caleb. It’s a hill he’s fully prepared to die on.

First, he has to rein in his annoyance that there are actually people out there who don’t appreciate a good pair of cotton underwear. Like, seriously? Do these bozos really need lace and frills to find a woman attractive? Just because the wrapping isn’t flashy doesn’t mean the present underneath is any less sweet.

He’s this close to banging his head against the lockers as he launches into a full-blown rant. And yeah, it turns into a thing. He’s breaking down the myth that any underwear that isn’t deemed “sexy” somehow counts as “granny.” Comfort doesn’t mean boring, and high-rise doesn’t mean unsexy.

His voice is gaining volume and causing heads to turn in concern as he’s citing studies, talking about vaginal health, explaining why breathable cotton is literally recommended—by doctors, no less. He’s throwing out terms like “moisture-wicking” and “pH balance” while giving these losers the dirtiest look imaginable.

And the other guys? They're just standing there, blinking at him like he’s grown two heads. Caleb couldn’t care less if they thought he was clinically insane. He stood by every damn word.

He’s fuming, practically vibrating, steam probably spewing from his ears. Because how the hell are these guys lucky enough to be inches away from a pair of soft, comfy, cute panties and not get immediately overwhelmed with the desire to bury their face in them out of sheer appreciation?

Once he’s finally done with his rant (he’ll swear up and down he changed at least one life that day, even if those idiots are a lost cause in reality), all he can think about is you. You and your cute, comfy underwear that he used to steal straight from your hamper like some kind of perverted pack rat.

It didn’t matter what kind you wore. Whether it was a lacy thong, high-waisted briefs, plain cotton, or something silky—he cherished every single pair because they were yours. Because they had the privilege of sitting nice and pretty on your hips, pressed just right against your perfect pussy (he hasn’t seen you like that yet, but god, the mental image alone could ruin him).

And later, when he’s alone in his dorm and thinking about you a little too hard, he actually tears up a bit. Just sits there, clutching one of your forgotten panties like it’s some sacred relic from a past life, missing you so much it physically hurts. Imagining the day he’ll get to prove every dumbass like that one in the locker room dead wrong—and prove himself right.

He’s already making a plan while sniffling through his tears and gently petting the soft cotton in his hands. When he finally returns to Linkon to see you again, he’s going to remind himself—very thoroughly—why any and all panties are holy. And why he’ll defend them to his dying breath.

[umamaki]

Caleb who is just so fucking big that he has trouble physically fitting into your life. He’s as buff as he is tall, and as hot as it makes him, it’s becoming an inconvenience to you both. Good luck having him over if you own anything less than a king bed. Despite the amount of times his weight alone has split the bedframe, you still haven’t upgraded your sleeping situation. Even laying on his side he’s taking up more than half your mattress. You will typically lay on top of him, but even that gets uncomfortable after a while. Especially after he’s just fucked you to oblivion, assuredly leaving your entire lower half sore for the next day or three. You’ll wake up in the morning somehow underneath him, being suffocated from his huge biceps having unknowingly wrapping themselves around your small frame. Not to mention that his shoulders alone practically measure the width of your shower. He’s just too big. You don’t even entertain the idea of shower sex at your apartment. The glass panes let you watch him struggle to bend down to just get his head under the showerhead, and you feel like some sort of voyer watching him. It’s perverted, it’s creepy. Yet it’s extremely arousing, the way he barely fits into a shower you use so comfortably. And all you can do is watch him and wait until he comes out to finally satisfy your heat.

[bronzealchemy]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ you almost sound convincing, when you assure caleb that you’re happy for his new relationship

„I’m so happy for you“, you whisper in his ear when he wins the basketball game. he hugs you so tightly you almost wish he never lets you go, inhaling his musky scent. 

„I’m so happy for you!“, you scream when he gets accepted at the aerospace academy, finally making his lifelong wish come true. 

„I’m happy for you“, you say to him, when you visit him at the academy, him introducing you to all his new friends. your voice doesn’t sound convincing this time. it almost breaks, when you see the girl who is taking his hand, pulling him on the dancefloor.

„I’m so happy for you“, you grind out when he tells you the two of them are together now. 

„are you really?“, he says, a smile tugging on his lips when he gets closer to you, cornering you. 

„I only want happiness for you, caleb“, you reply. 

his smile grows into a grin. „that almost sounded convincing, pipsqueak. try it again, this time with more enthusiasm.“ 

you can’t hold it in anymore, shoving him. but his chest is hard as a rock, not moving one inch. „what do you want from me?“, you blurt out. 

he gets even more close to you. you can feel the heat of his body, when he moves his mouth to your ear. „honesty, little apple.“ his lips tickle your earlobe. „I want you to tell me the truth.“

you clench your teeth. „it is the truth. I want happiness for you. even …“ you gulp. „even if it’s not with me.“ 

caleb lets out a shaky breath. „finally.“ 

before you know what’s happening, he takes your face in both his hands. then he lowers his mouth on yours. he kisses you soft, deliberate, and for a few seconds, you don’t react. then it really sinks in – caleb is kissing you. again, you shove him.

„what’s with that girl?“, you ask.

he shakes his head. „she’s just a friend, helping me out. I told her all about you.“

you blink. then you cross your arms in front of your chest. „you did this on purpose?“

he just shrugs. „I thought it would accelerate the process of the inevitable“, he says, his thumbs caressing your cheeks, then the lines of your jaw. „you and me. together at last. if you want this too.“ 

your anger evaporates with every single touch of his skillful fingers. „yes, I want this. I want you“, you breathe. 

now it is you who’s kissing him, a little more assured, even though his methods make you angry. but on the forefront stands this: caleb wants you. and you wanted him as long as you can remember. 

„are you happy?“, he whispers between two kisses.

your smile comes from deep within as you nod. „I’m so happy for us.“ 

your mouth doesn’t leave his for a long time. 

[ishaslife]

You know how rarely you and Caleb get to see each other, right? It bothers you so much. Every time he’s around, you can’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and gratitude. Even if it’s only for a day—or if you're lucky, two—it’s enough to make you appreciate every moment, despite the distance between you.

And on one such night when he's there, he has you under him, thrusting into you, slowly. Making sure that every time he goes inside you, you feel how deep he is, or how deep he can go—before coming out completely and going all the way back in again, over and over.

You're so fucked out of your mind because it feels so good, you're overstimulated, lost in the haze of pleasure and emotion, yet beneath it all, an ache lingers, one you can't place. Without thinking, you reach for him, your hands seeking his warmth, your touch is desperate and clinging. He's utterly lost in the moment, but when you coo his name, his eyes flutter open, locking onto yours. A slow smirk tugs at his lips, a soft chuckle escaping as he murmurs, "You're so clingy tonight… And to think, just hours ago, you were ready to whack me over the head." He groans as he enters you again and places your hands on his shoulders.

You pull him close once he's entirely inside you and his eyes widen in surprise as you cling to him, your arms tightening as though he might vanish if you let go. For a moment, he hesitates, caught off guard, before finally wrapping his arms around you in return. A whirlwind of emotions swells within you—longing, relief, fear—and before you can stop yourself, the words slip out in a quiet breath against his neck. "Do you love me, Caleb?"

He exhales a soft chuckle, the sound rich with warmth but also a slight annoyance, as if the answer should be obvious. "You know damn well I love you more than life itself. Why do you always ask me that, hmm?"

He rolls his hips slowly as he hums, the limited space between you forcing each movement to be deliberate—almost as if he’s punishing you with overstimulation for daring to ask such a question.

You whimper, voice laced with need. "Don't leave again…I hate it when you leave." The words come out as a plea, muffled as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. He chuckles, the sound deep and knowing. "Mmm, I know."

He strokes your back, his touch is featherlight, keeping you close as he's completely sheathed in you, "I know, doll. If it were up to me, I'd stay right here with you forever." He inhaled deeply, as if trying to commit the scent of your hair to memory. "But I'm here now... and I'm not going anywhere for a while, so..."

He pulled back slightly, his fingers threading through your hair, before resuming his slow, deliberate movements. Your hand found its way to his cheek, a gesture that sent something wild through him. He nuzzled into your touch, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to your palm.

His gaze—heavy with longing, devotion, something deeper than words—never left yours. "I love you so much," he groaned, his pace picking up, yet his eyes remained locked onto your face. "You mean everything to me, you know that, right?"

You nodded, moaning and whimpering as he moved faster against you, making sure you felt every inch of him. "I—I love you too, Caleb. Don't go anywhere again... Don't disappear."

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest at your plea, and he pulled you closer, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he pounded into you, The need in his voice was undeniable, as if your words had completely undone him. "Say it again, please. Say it again for me," he pleaded, his thrusts growing desperate, relentless.

"I love you, Caleb. I love you," you gasped, and that was all it took. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat and his body tensed, shaking with release as he finished inside you. "I'm not goin' anywhere... not for long" he grunted. Stuffing his cum inside you, caressing and raking his fingers all over before he kissed your breasts greedily, and looked up at you with heavy eyes— watching you reach your own high once you felt him explode inside, the look on his face, his warm and wet tongue on your breasts and the sounds he made only heightening the pleasure you felt, both of you panting and catching your breath in each other's arms, not wanting to let go. You held onto him tighter though, not yet ready for him to pull out.

He chuckled softly against your ear, his hand soothingly tracing over your back and through your hair. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the deep rumble of his laughter reverberate through your body.

"So needy, pipsqueak," he murmured, his tone laced with fatigue and affection. "Maybe I should keep you like this more often..."

[bobbedazzled]

ROCK THE BOAT

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˖ ༘��˚࿆ a/n: short I know I just need this out of my system. no I didn’t get the card yet shutupshutupshutup. may revise later.

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“Lifting me to tease me is improper use of your evol, colonel.”

“Oh?” He glances over, “Will I face disciplinary action?”

Your eyes meet, something inside you simmering at the sight of his smug grin. Without a word, your hand shoots forward, cupping his face and giving him a playful shove. He stumbles back with a surprised laugh, only to recover just as quickly, hands sliding confidently to your waist. His fingertips dance over you, and your body tenses, instinctively bracing for him to dig at your sides.

But you’re quicker. Hands dart to his waist, fingers pressing into him. You feel his muscles twitch beneath your touch. He squirms, trying to twist out of your hold. A thrill runs through you at the sound of his laughter. Not long after, he catches your hand and pulls you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

His fingers play at your sides until you're a mess of laughter and protests. You writhe and giggle uncontrollably, the boat rocking in response to your struggle. Water splashes gently over the edge as your pleas echo into the open air. At last he relents, lifting his hands.

“You’re so easy to break,” he teases.

You glare up at him, huffing as you drum your fists against his chest. “Coming from you?”

“Me?” He chuckles, head resting lazily in one hand. “And what do you have on me?”

You hum, lips curling into a knowing smile as you raise a brow. You’ve known Caleb for far too long to be intimidated by his arrogance. if anything, he’s just as vulnerable to your tricks. Without warning, you push his shoulder, sending him flat onto the floor of the boat. You lift a leg and snake it around his side, straddling his waist. His gloating falters, replaced by a flicker of surprise, then something darker. His gaze lingers curiously from beneath hooded lids.

“I’d say this is cheating, no?” he murmurs, a breathy laugh escaping him.

Leaning in close, you run your fingers down the front of his shirt, your touch light and deliberate as you trace the opening. “Cheating or not,” you whisper, “you still have a weakness.”

He blinks, unamused by your words. His hands return to your waist before lifting his leg, toppling you forward until you're sprawled against his chest, mere inches from his face. The boat sways beneath the sudden shift, water lapping eagerly against its sides. Before you can retaliate, he captures your hands in his and pulls you closer, reeling you in with daring eyes.

“Use it then,” he challenges, his tease does little to hide his desire.

Amused by his darkness, you indulge-- smiling against his lips as you press soft, fluttering kisses over them. His chuckles vibrate against your lips, the battle of wills slowly slipping from each other’s mind. The kiss deepens as he leans in, lips gliding between one another as his hold on your wrists slip. He places your hand against his chest, the rhythmic beating tickling your palm. Your other hand cups his face as you melt into his embrace.

His hand leaves yours, tracing your figure as he reaches down to the hem of your skirt, slowly slipping under the fabric. The skirt rides up your leg as callous fingers drag up your thigh. His hand is pressed against your back, another indents the skin of your hips as he holds you. His close embrace inches you up his frame as he chases after your lips. 

You can only break away for seconds before he’s back on you, moaning and mingling his breath with yours, intoxicated by the lack of oxygen. The warmth of him rises as your bodies brush together. Heat pools in the thin fabric of your panties, hips rolling against the rising mound under his linen. You grip his shoulder, the friction over your bud is electrifying and addicting, leaving your body begging for more.

The sun casts a burning light over you as the garden spectates your affection. His muscles twitch under your palm, fingers digging desperately from where they rest before reaching lower. His fingers tuck and trace along the edge of your panties.

“Caleb-“

“Mm-mm, don’t act shy now.” He mutters against your lips, hand firm against your back,

“It’s just us here. Need better cover?”

A shadow blankets over you as the boat drifts underneath a willow tree. Its leaves hiss in the breeze as its shadows dances across Caleb’s face. Something playful glints in the violet of his eyes. He smiles under your tentative gaze.

“Come here.”

His voice, low and inviting, its all you can hear in the space as the garden fades into the background. He slip past the fabric, rubbing long lines down your warmth. Your breath slows, hips rolling into his hand as he fondles your folds, slicking the pads of his fingers. Your eyes are closed but he mimics every head tilt-- lips pressed against yours to swallow every soft moan as your silk wraps around his fingers.

The water is disturbed as the boat rocks with every brush of your hips. You prop yourself up on his shoulders, tension swelling in your belly from the friction as his fingers pump your drooling cunt. Caleb watches in awe how you take his fingers-- how just a few digits can make you a mess. The fabric of his pants tighten while his imagination runs wild. Imagine how well you’d take his cock. Drooling just like your pussy and whining as you come undone by him, sinning in your own little Eden. He loses focus as his elbow slips, imbalanced by the boat’s unsteady rocking and the inconsistent motion of your hips. 

His fingers quickly slip out as he repositions, rolling you over and laying you on your side facing him. 

“Careful.” He laughs , embracing you as he falls back. “You’re gonna tip us over.”

His laughter warms your cheeks. Your hands stay at his shoulders and paw at the fabric of his top. He gazes for a moment, admiring how the filtering sunlight freckles your flushed skin. A soft orange hue wraps around the boat as it stills under the tree’s swaying leaves. Caleb inches closer and leans in, the tip of his nose brushing past yours. He takes his time to meet your lips once more, kissing tenderly.

“Keep going?” He whispers, the violet of his eyes darkened by his desire. 

His words lingered in the air, curling around you like a whisper-- temptation from a branch heavy with fruit. You could feel the heat of him, breath caught as if the garden around you had gone still. His hand sits at your hips as he waits, scanning your expression for permission.

You nod, leaning in as his kisses travel from your jaw down to your neck. Rough hands knead your flesh, nipping at your neck as he shifts your hips into his. You shove a hand between your bodies, cupping and stroking him through his restraints.

He grits his teeth, panties are quickly pulled aside and stretched over your ass as his clothes are undone. The heat of him quickly fills your hands as he spills out of his pants. 

The crook of your neck does very little to muffle him as you stroke his hardened cock, twitching and moaning as his fingers dig into you. His hips follow your hands, using you to quell his growing impatience as you guide him to your entrance. Chests pressed together as he fucks your palm and slips between your folds. Your fingers cling around his belt loops, encouraging his hips as he slicks his length between the lips of your cunt. He hooks your legs over his arm, holding you still as you slip him inside. His head emerges from your neck, reconnecting with your lips to taste your cries. 

The spring air does nothing to cool your flushed bodies. Sparks nip up your spine as he inches deeper into your velvet.  He struggling to continue his kisses as you clench around his length. Eyes fluttering open as he lifts your skirt to watch himself disappears inside you, how beautiful you take him.

Your warmth, your softness, your voice, it brings him closer to his release. The boat wobbles as Caleb’s hips begin to stutter. Caleb’s grip on you tightens, he refuses to come first, but god, is it hard to hold back. He grabs a hand full of your hair and forces your head up, groaning and rasping praise. He laughs breathlessly as you choke on your own incoherent cries.

“Almost there, baby?” He gasps, breath fanning against your skin. 

“Let me take you there.”

His pace quickens as your walls close around him. Your nails dig into his sleeve as your vision blurs, the knot in your belly swelling as your hips collide. His face is tucked away in the crook of your neck, promises of devotion disrupting the tranquil chorus of birds and rippling waves.

The pressure within you snaps-- your release ripples through you, leg trembling under Caleb’s hold. He smiles against your neck as you cry out, teeth bared against your throat. His release isn’t far behind, body stiffening and melting as your walls quake around him. 

Water splashes beneath you as the current clashes with the boat’s stillness. The colors embracing the boat fade. His heartbeat steadies under your palm as the boat sinks into the water, drifting lazily along the winding river. It’s path flecked with soft golden light filtering through a canopy of willow branches, their tendrils swaying in the breeze. Petals from the blossoms he had tucked around the boat’s edges fluttered loose, dancing across the current before carried away.

The scent of him mingled with the crisp green of the riverbanks and the wildflowers surrounding you. Sunlight flickered in and out, casting your faces in warm glows and cool shadows as the pearls adorning his chest glint between your fingers. The world felt hushed around you-- the rhythmic lapping of water, the rustle of leaves overhead, and the love fully blooming in the long awaited spring.

[kiplex]

You hated parties. They were loud, overstimulating, and there were too many strangers. So when Gideon invited you and Caleb to a party he was having you were hesitant to say the least. You thought having your boyfriend there, your emotional support Caleb, you would be fine; especially once you had a little bit of alcohol in your system. But alas, the universe has a different plan for tonight.

You're three cups of something deep, probably some vodka and a splash of juice, and glued to the side of the wall which were vibrating with how loud the music was, the hum of people yelling over the music certainly wasn't helping. Caleb was god knows where, the second you guys got to the party Gideon whisked him away to go take shots with him and some of the guys they went to college with. Your finger drums a consistent beat against your red plastic cup, your eyes scan the room for any sign of him. Sure, you could go and talk to people, mingle a bit but… Something in your stomach lurches at the thought of doing that.

You take another small sip. You pull out your phone check to the time. “You're Colonel Xia's girlfriend right?" Someone shouts to your left. He looked about the same age as Caleb. “Ah! Yeah! Yeah I am." Your voice wobbles, slightly startled. “Man, he is one lucky guy. I was assigned to his fleet shortly after he took over." The man extends his hand offering his name, that you definitely don't catch. Instead you politely smile, shaking his hand and yelling your name back over the music.

He starts going on and on about fleet stuff, with the amount of liquor in your body you really can't make heads or tails of it, you just politely nod. He wasn't a bad guy or anything, you just clearly were uncomfortable and didn't want to be there. When you feel a hand wrap around your waist, you nearly jump ten feet in the air. “Woah woah! Pips, it's me." Caleb's voice is soft in your ear. Your whole body immediately relaxes into his touch. “Oh Colonel! Good to see you off duty." The man you're talking to acknowledges his superior. “Good to see you too, if you don't mind I'm gonna steal her away for a bit." Caleb smiles at the man. You are always in awe of how charming and charismatic Caleb is naturally. He makes it look effortless.

The man nods, and Caleb grabs your wrist taking you to a free spot farther down the wall. His body blocks your view of the crowd, his cologne flooding your senses calming your nervous system down exponentially. " You okay pretty girl?” He asks, his hands cupping your cheeks intentionally making you maintain eye contact with him. Regardless you down cast your eyes. " I'm fine.” You answer, not wanting to ruin this night for him.

He rarely gets time off, let alone gets to spend it with his friends. His eyebrows furrow. " No you aren't.” He sighs, pulling you against his chest before wrapping his arms around you. " Pips, I've known you, your whole life. I know when you're lying to me.” He kisses the top of your head. " Let me ask you again. Are you okay?” He repeats gently. You shake your head no into his chest. "Not really, it's loud and I'm a little tipsy and… I'm sorry Caleb." Your eyes gloss over slightly, tears threatening to spill over.

He pulls you back a bit so he can look at you. “Aw you sweet girl, don't apologize. You've never really been big on this stuff. I'm proud of you for even tagging along with me. Even Gideon was singing praises about you being here tonight… I mean I did shove him for talking about my girlfriend like that, but semantics.” You giggle slightly.

Caleb kisses your forehead. " Do you wanna get the hell out of here?" He asks, grinning at you. “Are you sure? I know you don't get to do this often…" You mumble. He smiles, shaking his head. “I already got to hang out with Gideon for a while, besides my girlfriend is clearly overstimulated and trying to be brave for me. That's my job Pips, how dare you steal my thunder." He squeezes you slightly. You lean up kissing him gently. “Let's go home." He grabs your hand again, leading you through the sea of people out the door. “Oh also, if I see you talking to another man at a party again I won't be so kind next time, I can promise you that. " You roll your eyes, a dumb smile on your face. If you're being honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[humanjarvis]

imagine gideon calling you pip-squeak. 

he and caleb are walking you back from the movie theater when you trip on the stairs outside your building. “watch your step, pip-squeak,” he teases, chuckling lightly.

you get the ick for a second, but play it off with a groan. “ugh, not another one!”

and caleb agrees. not another one. he bristles as you both laugh, your leftover drink and popcorn in his hand when he’d really rather they be lodged in gideon’s esophagus. 

after making sure you’re okay, he hugs you goodbye and angles your body away from gideon, leveling his friend with an icy glare. when he speaks, though, his voice is jarringly tender. “goodnight, pip-squeak,” he says, patting your hair with those doting strokes of his. 

“goodnight,” you sigh into his chest, blissfully unaware of the psychological evisceration happening above you. 

when your apartment door shuts, caleb doesn’t even have to open his mouth before gideon speaks. “sorry, man.”

[reit0o]

sleeping with caleb (ᴗ˳ᴗ)ᶻ

—hcs about sharing a bed with caleb bc i still haven't finished his bday fic :p

☆ caleb has long accepted that he’s never getting his personal space back (good, he doesn't want it anyway). no matter what position he falls asleep in, he always wakes up at the edge of the bed, ass hanging out, with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. he doesn't mind really, because he loves that you still gravitate towards him, even in your sleep.

☆ whenever you get into a petty argument, you make a point of building a pillow barrier between you. when he tries to protest, you just shoot him daggers and turn your back. you can't sleep because of his constant shuffling, but eventually, you knock down the barrier bit by bit, letting him roll over beside you and softly whisper an apology in your ear while he pulls you close. you don’t respond because you’re still upset, but you just let him hold you. and that alone is enough for him

☆ winters in skyhaven are brutal because of the high altitude. so on cold winter nights, you find yourself drawn to caleb because he's just so warm—he's basically a human radiator. when you're feeling cheeky, you like to slide your cold hands under his shirt and laugh evily whenever he flinches

☆ whenever you visit him in skyhaven, he insists on sleeping in your room together. It's not that he dislikes his room, he just prefers being in the space you've curated in his home. he loves being surrounded by things that smell like you, breathing you in while he falls asleep

☆ caleb likes to pretend he's still asleep when you think you've woken up before him. he lets you poke his cheek, blow in his face, tickle his chin, play with his hair until he’s had enough and rolls you over, pulling you into a soul-crushing hug you can’t escape

☆ his favourite time of day is the moment you fall asleep at night, and the moment just before you wake up in the morning. there’s something about your face that looks so peaceful and soft, that makes him fall in love with you all over again. he loves that you’re the first and last thing he sees every day

☆ contrary to what people might think, but caleb loves being the little spoon and being held. he doesn't do it often, but after long shifts with the fleet, there's nothing he loves more than lying on your chest, listening to your breathing while you stroke his hair. his worries melt away instantly, and he always falls asleep faster than usual—some of his best sleeps, honestly.

☆ caleb, the self-proclaimed claw machine master, is a prime example of suffering from your own success. not only does he have to share the bed with you, but with the 20+ plushies that he won and proudly bragged about. now he’s got his own personal plushie (you) snuggled up next to him, along with twenty others, silently staring into his soul

☆ caleb’s bed head is horrendous, and don't even get me started on his morning breath. you love counting all his cowlicks and taking pictures of his messy hair, holding your nose like you’re disgusted. but when he catches you laughing too long, he shuts you up by peppering your face with kisses before pulling you in for one long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless

☆ caleb is a light sleeper, so when he hears you tossing and turning, struggling to fall asleep, he gently pulls you into his chest and starts telling stories, just like he used to when you were kids. you call it childish, but the sound of his voice, soft and steady, is all it takes for sleep to quickly wash over you. and once your breathing slows down and your body relaxes, he whispers a quiet list of reasons why he loves you—one after the other, just for you

a/n- blessing you with a lot bc i couldnt stop at one. i cant be the only one that uses he's secret times as a sleep aid, his voice is so soothing i knock out instantly. short blabber bc i haven't finished half my fics i was meant to post last week. this caleb bday fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a month 🚬🚬

[invaderzia1]

nsfw mdni

It started with a text. A text from a guy Caleb doesn’t remember you mentioning before. A text from a guy he did not know asking to meet up with you. A text from a guy who was clearly not just a friend.

Maybe it was the chip, that had warped his mind so. Or maybe Caleb has always been like this. But seeing that another man was now trying to hit you up, made him feel as if he’s going insane. So instead of acting rationally, he decided to fuck the rage out of him.

He had your knees pressed against your shoulders, ensuring he was so deep in you that you could feel all of him. Yet, despite the rage he felt his thrusts were agonizingly slow, wanting you to feel each stroke. To memorize every vein and never forget how good he fills you up. To remember who the only man that mattered was.

“You got so many guys trying to talk to you, pips. What’d you do when I was gone?” He teases, but his voice was on edge.

When he had come back into your life, there had been a promise. A promise that you would both not talk about those 9 months he had been dead until you were both mutually ready. This was not the right moment to talk about this, he knew that. But he did not give a shit about that promise right now.

You just whine, so Caleb pulls out all the way then shoves his cock forcefully back into you, causing your eyes to cross.

“Don’t get dumb on me now, wanna know why all these men are trying to talk to my girl.”

“Was trying to replace you,” you spit out, all inhibitions thrown out the window from how good he was making you feel.

“And how’d that work out?” Caleb asks, his voice trickling into your ear as he continued to slowly thrust into you. “Any of them fuck you like this? Can feel you dripping down my balls.”

“No, never.”

“I’m the only one who gets you like this?”

“Only you. Please let me cum, Caleb.” You whine, crying out from the lack of stimulation he was providing.

As if satisfied by your response, Caleb’s hip start to pick up, the bed staring to squeak from how fast his hips move. His words turn nicer, telling you how good you are for him, how he’ll never leave you again, as if your declaration quelled his jealous heart.

alternate version (Hurt/Comfort)

[cosmoszyn]

eighth year | caleb.

caleb x nonmc! reader

tags: angst, drabble, hurt no comfort, unrequited love

part two of the drabble 'seven years'. please do read to have an additional context first!

"i love you."

"caleb, stop. you're drunk."

"no, i really do."

"weren't you just rejected by your childhood friend?"

your question was met with silence as the man standing across you sluggishly leans on the doorframe to your kitchen, darting his eyes elsewhere but yours. and despite the silence in the midst of his intoxicated confession, you could hear the vivid sound of his heart shattering to pieces.

you sigh.

"come on, let's get you to the couch," you say taking a few steps forward as you find him slowly sinking to his knees to your kitchen tiles and laying there in a fetal position.

"don' wanna," he slurs, curling himself further.

"stop being difficult," you groan, kneeling and reaching out to his shoulder.

caleb swats your hand away with a frown and half-lidded eyes, "not until you explain why you stopped talkin' to me t-these days," he demands. "how could you throw away seven years of our friendship like that?" he continued.

you clicked your tongue, returning your hands to his shoulder to get him to lay supine across the floor, "i didn't have a choice, caleb. you know that."

you receive a grumble from him in response, turning his body away from you, "you're bein' s-selfish..." he drawls.

you retreat your hand from his shoulder, looking at him owlishly with furrowed brows and mouth slightly agape.

"what did you just say?" you mutter.

caleb opens his left eye and pulls himself up, sitting across you, his body slightly swaying from the alcohol.

"you're bein' selfish," he repeats, with more conviction.

"get out."

"wha--?"

"don't make me repeat myself," you reply, standing from the freezing tiles of your kitchen floor.

and in the following minute, you watch caleb blink at you slowly, lips parting and tightening into a thin line before wearily pushing himself up and stumbling across your door. you continue observing him with watery eyes as he struggles to get himself out your apartment.

"'ya know..." he mumbles under his breath, followed by a hiccup, "we met eight years ago today."

with his slurred words and a slammed door in your empty apartment, you end up curling to yourself in the harsh kitchen floor.

author's note: ya'll wanted a part 2, then here u go. a more angsty part 2 LOL. this is highly inspired by memories by conan gray :P

update: part three here!

[bronzealchemy]

⋆˙⟡ in which you try on calebs colonel uniform … and get caught.

you wanted to try his uniform on as a joke. it was supposed to be fun. and you were definitely not supposed to get caught by caleb, who walks into the room, just as you inspect yourself in front of the mirror, enjoying the view of the sharp lines of fabric on you. 

„I knew you had a thing for the uniform“, he teases with a sly smile. heat creeps into your cheeks, while caleb strolls leisurely into the room. 

„I just wanted to see why your attitude changes so much when you wear this. thought maybe there’s a curse or something on it.“ you start to unbutton the first buttons, when his hand reaches your wrist. 

„don’t“, caleb says. 

you furrow your brows in confusion. „why?“

there’s a dark glimmer in his eyes, while they go up and down your body. „I enjoy the view, colonel.“ 

you need a second to realize what he just said. then it clicks. 

he wants this. 

he likes it as much as you do.

there’s a shift in your mind. you raise your chin, looking up at him. 

„who gave you permission to talk to your superior officer like that?“, you say in a stern voice. 

caleb instantly lets go of your wrist, his eyes darkening even further. „forgive me for disobeying the orders. am I in trouble now?“ 

„you definitely are“, you say, as you give him a shove. he falls down on the brink of the bed, looking up at you with flushed cheeks. slowly, you let your finger wander over his neck, down his chest, which starts to rise faster by the second. he looks up to you, his purple gaze lingering on your face before switching to your body in his uniform once again. his tongue darts out, licking his lower lip.

you put two fingers under his chin and make him look into your eyes again. 

„I want to punish you“, you whisper. „for leaving me for so long.“

„then do it“, he retorts instantly. 

and so you do, as you sink on him, crushing your lips to his. 

[hellinistical]

11:14

Older, married Caleb snippet based off this post cause I need it and need more.

You sit on the counter, legs swinging idly, the cool surface a relief against your sun-warmed skin. The faint stickiness of a melting popsicle lingers on your fingertips, a remnant of an earlier indulgence. The kitchen smells crisp—fresh apples, a hint of cinnamon from the spice rack, and the comforting scent of home.

Across from you, your husband works with quiet focus, slicing through the fruit with practiced ease. The soft thud of each piece landing in the bowl is oddly soothing. You watch the way his hands move, the way the afternoon light catches on the edge of the knife.

He gets a slice on his knife, bringing it your your lips.

You smirk, leaning forward just enough to pluck the apple slice from the flat of the knife with your teeth. It’s crisp, sweet, and a little tart, the juice bursting across your tongue. Caleb still doesn’t look up, but there’s the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth—he knows you’re watching him.

The soft hum of the ceiling fan stirs the warm air, and outside, a cicada buzzes lazily. The moment is unhurried, easy. You pop the rest of the apple into your mouth, licking a drop of juice from your lip as he continues slicing, his movements steady and sure.

“You’re staring,” he finally says, voice low and amused.

You chew, swallowing before answering. “You’re feeding me. It’s only fair I supervise.”

This time, he does glance up, shaking his head with a quiet laugh.

"Ya know, this whole 40s thing? It's hot. I thought the 30's were hot. But this?" You do a little outline of him with your fingers. "This is nice."

Caleb huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he picks up another apple. "You make it sound like I’m ancient," he mutters, but there’s a smug little tilt to his smile.

"You’re distinguished," you correct, biting into another slice he wordlessly offers. "Rugged. Seasoned."

Caleb huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he picks up another apple. “Oh yeah?” he muses, his tone light but laced with amusement. “So what, I was just decent in my thirties?”

You grin, still lazily tracing his outline in the air like you’re sketching some masterpiece. “No, no, you were very nice in your thirties. But now?” You tilt your head, eyeing him like you’re considering a fine work of art. “Now, you’re like—aged whiskey. Or, I don’t know, a really expensive cheese.”

Caleb finally looks up at you, brow raised. “Did you just compare me to cheese?”

You pop another apple slice into your mouth and shrug. “Sexy cheese.”

He stares at you for a moment before shaking his head, muttering something under his breath that sounds a lot like "unbelievable", but there’s no hiding the way his mouth twitches, or the way his ears go just a little bit pink.

[oceanicfishies]

Mom, I'm Chasing a Ghost

CW: death, grief, funerals, in general just very angsty Caleb!mc headcanons about how she handled grief

Caleb!mc who woke up the next day after the explosion and forgot that Caleb died so she literally called him a thousand times, what if it was a bad dream? It wasn't, and when she realized she cried for hours straight until she fell asleep.

Caleb!mc who sat in complete silence during the funeral reception. Everyone came to her and told her how sorry they were, as if she was his wife or something, and she was so shocked she could not even react to their words. She just stared at them in complete silence and nodded.

Caleb!mc who was supposed to give a speech during his funeral and she wrote it, but when she actually had to read it she could literally not see the words in paper because of the amount of tears that fell through her eyes.

Caleb!mc that had to be held when his body was being buried because she was going to go full hamlet and throw herself after the casket.

Caleb!mc that arrived home after the funeral and ignored everyone for a week to the point in which Tara had to force the entry and she simply found mc sitting in the dark staring to a wall.

Caleb!mc that could not sleep because her dreams were plagued with Caleb. She closed her eyes? He was there, his laugh echoed through the goddamned room and his smile was practically tattoed in her brain. She was forced to begin taking sleeping pills because sleeping by her own was torture and she was physically impossible from falling asleep.

Caleb!mc who could not travel, hear shit about airplanes because it would remind her of him so she would break down and literally cry as a small kid.

Caleb!mc that was sent to pack Caleb's things and found a box full of memories of them, pictures of them as children, candid pictures of her he took that had notes saying things like "Pipsqueak enjoying icecream", or the letters they exchanged while he was at the academy.

Caleb!mc that can not forget herself from leaving the house without Caleb and her grandma, so she spirals into a self-guilt overthinking mess of what if. In her brain, she was the only one to blame.