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itzpookiepooh · 2 days ago

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I am a sucker for LADs men being jealous so~ could you maybe write a pre-relationship hc where MC has too much rizz and charm. Like women and men are chasing and fighting for her affection. And MC is oblivious or used to the attention so she doesn't do anything to stop the admirers and their kind gestures whilst the men are gnawing at the bars of their prison cells 🤔

That's all I got for ideas 😞 also keep uo the amazing work pookie dookie bear 😘

Pookie dookie sent me into orbit ngl but I am also a sucker for the jealous stories

Jealousy, Jealousy ~

You were just giggling away without a care in the world. Caleb was staring into the soul of the man in front of him. He worked under Caleb so he knew you more in passing than personally. He was eating up everything you were saying. You couldn’t even see the googly eyes he was giving you. He literally couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

What sent Caleb over the edge was him putting his hand over yours. Caleb swiftly flicks his wrist causing the man to fall on the hard floor. You look over the table to see him groaning on the floor. When he got up his lip was bleeding making your eyes go wide.

“I’ll help you up.” Caleb offers taking the man by his arm before pulling him in roughly. “As your colonel I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself unless you’re willing to lose them.”

The man gasps as Caleb pulls him up. You smile at Caleb’s helpful nature.

“He seems to have hit his head. He said he needed to lie down right?” He turns to the man making him nod quickly as he ran out of Caleb’s hold to a seat.

“Will he be okay?” You asked Caleb who just nodded with a smile.

“Of course he will. He just needed some convincing. You know how people in the fleet are.” He waves the man off making you feel reassured by his words.

Rafayel is one of the most jealous person you’ve ever met. If someone shows too much interest in you he loses his shit. Sadly for him, you are oblivious to your own charms. You were talking to a woman at his art exhibit and she was laying it on thick.

“You’re so radiant much brighter than the sun.” The woman fluttered her lashes at you making you laugh.

“What? Me? You’re really beautiful I mean look how you’re dressed!” You compliment her genuinely.

Harmless on your end however not harmless on the woman’s end. Rafayel scoffed before standing closer behind you. You looked up at him smiling brightly making his heart melt. He looked back at the woman with that evil, demanding glare in his eyes.

“My beloved knows that. I say it everyday.” His voice icy making the woman’s eyes widen and she walks away. You wave her goodbye as you cuddle up under Rafayel’s arm.

“She was nice wasn’t she?” You tell him making him roll his eyes to himself.

“A little too nice.” He mumbled before kissing your forehead.

Sylus doesn’t get jealous often but when he did he got very possessive of you. He also had the sass of an old woman. Poor you not seeing the advances of others or your own charms, you couldn’t see people wanted you in more ways than one.

“I just love your smile and your laugh is contagious.” The guy said as he stared at you dreamily. You smiled widely thinking you made a new friend.

“I’m glad we met each other! This is so fun.” You said cheerfully as you clasped your hands together.

Sylus pops up behind the guy with a firm hand on his shoulder. His sharp canines in the guys peripheral vision. There was an audible gulp as you smiled at the love of your life.

“I think there’s somewhere else you’d rather be.” He whispered to the guy making him scurry.

“My kitten seems to be attracting flies.” He spoke as he stepped closer to you. You tilt your head in confusion.

Flies?

Charlie was nice but you were too nice for your own good. Charlie’s niece came to visit and they were both bombarding you with going over there for dinner. Xavier didn’t like that at all.

“We can even have game night!” She expressed to you as you gleefully accepted. Charlie sat back and watched with a smile until he lifted his head and saw Xavier glaring back.

His eye was so evil it could scare the enemy before they could even step forward. You were just chatting away ignoring the subtle flirting of Charlie’s niece. When Charlie looked back at Xavier he was pulling out his sword. He only quickly puts it back when you look back at him.

“Starlight I’m not feeling well.” He pouted as he laid on your shoulder.

“Aww okay. We have to go but it was nice meeting you!” You cheerfully told Charlie’s niece before holding up Xavier before walking away.

He couldn’t leave without a lasting glare and a threatening glowing hand behind your back.

Poor Zayne having to share you with the world. He loves that you get recognized just not when you guys are spending time together. He likes to keep you for himself. Unluckily for him, you could charm a snake with that talk of yours. A smile that could blind even the blindest person.

“You’re even more gorgeous in person!” The man exclaimed making Zayne side eye him. The man just kept taking pictures of this ‘famous hunter’.

“Oh that’s so sweet! Remember to be more careful next time you’re out. A fluctuation can happen at any time!” You inform him as he gratefully takes your hands into his.

Zayne without thinking gives the man a cold shock to his wrist as you were busy smiling too hard. The man jolted back to look at his wrist. The ice was already disintegrating, the evidence long gone. He looks up at Zayne who has a cold gaze locked on him.

“Is something wrong?” You asked the man before he could speak Zayne had you by your shoulders.

“It seems his bones are frail. Let’s keep our hands to ourselves before he sustains anymore injuries.” Zayne’s voice drops just a little bit enough for the man to take the hint.

The man came up with a poor excuse on why he had to go but you were none the wiser.

“I hope he’ll be okay.” You told Zayne as you watched the man leave. Zayne just hummed uninterested in the man who tried to steal your attention away.

I didn’t know where I was going with this but fuck it we ball!

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eyrichandesu · 2 days 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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akiisks · 5 months ago

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Measuring? 📏

inspired by: baobei-bu

#my art #love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #caleb x mc #caleb x reader #l&ds caleb #fanart

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kissandtellus · 2 days 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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sayangrafayel · 3 days ago

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Childhood trio Pt. I miss b99 sm

MC: Okay, don't be mad. But sometimes.. you can be a bit..

Caleb: Judgmental.

Zayne: What a stupid thing to say. Name one time I was judgmental.

Caleb: Okay.

Caleb plays a recording of Zayne: What a stupid thing to say.

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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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