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[calebverse]

[calebverse]

love and deepspace lis as monsta x albums and songs from them

xavier: fantasia x, beautiful night

zayne: reason, crescendo

rafayel: beautiful, beautiful

sylus: fatal love, nobody else

caleb: follow, mirror

[calebverse]

the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters

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wasting your honor

synopsis: at akso hospital’s charity gala, you realize how smart zayne is. how much smarter he is than you.

tags: fluff to angst to fluff/comfort, reader is insecure about their intelligence, reader thinks zayne deserves better, references to socioeconomic differences, potentially inaccurate references to medical terminology and protocore stuff, misunderstanding, reader ghosts zayne for a week, he comes to find her, reader tears up, love confessions, happy ending pairing: zayne x fem!reader (referred to as “she” one time), reader doesn't have to be mc word count: 2.4k

a/n: i’m rly rly proud of this it may be my favorite thing i’ve written so far please read it

“Are you sure I should be going to this?” you ask, the hesitation clear in your voice. 

“Why shouldn’t you? Plenty of other attendees will be bringing their partners as plus-ones,” Zayne says matter-of-factly. “Of course, if you’re feeling unwell, it’s best to stay behind and rest. I'm sure I'll be able to manage on my own.”

“No, no, I feel fine,” you reply, chewing your bottom lip nervously. “It’s just…I've never been surrounded by so many highly educated people. I’m afraid I'll slip up, or say something wrong, or embarrass you, or…”

Before you can ramble on, he walks up to you and squishes your cheeks between his large scarred hands. “Darling,” he begins, a soft smile on his face, “none of that matters. Just be yourself, and I’m sure you’ll be the most refined person there by a mile.” 

Akso Hospital’s annual charity gala was the topic of his impromptu pep talk. Each year, the event made front-page news from drawing in hundreds of world-renowned physicians to support a pressing medical cause. Tonight’s gala would be hosted by a team of legendary neurologists, and the venue—a prestigious museum of anthropology—was equally celebrated.

Zayne, who usually struggled at such events, had invited you as his plus-one with youthful hope in his hazel eyes, and there was no way you could have rejected his offer. At first, you’d been thrilled at the prospect of making an official outing together—you rarely got the chance due to his busy schedule—but as the days passed by, the anxiety of being average in a room of geniuses had caught up to you.

So as you pace back and forth before the full-length mirror, fidgeting with your dress at every turn, you can only hope that he’s right.

As Zayne puts the car in park, your stomach lurches with dread.

In the few seconds you have to panic to yourself while he walks around to open your door, the way your mind formulates last-minute escape plans would put a supercomputer to shame. Maybe you could fake sick—no, you’d told him you felt fine—or maybe with enough pressure you could lightly sprain your ankle in your hee—

The door swings open. 

Fuck.

He takes your hand and guides you out of the car, and as you walk toward the museum entrance, you’re too focused on trying not to trip over your flowing gown to take in the scenery. The lights twinkling in the foggy night, the verdant plants lining the entryway in carefully arranged rows, the opulent fountain flowing over small hills of bronze coins. It’s a lovely setup, really. If only your brain would allow you to enjoy it. 

After passing through the lavish front hall, decorated with colorful displays of ancient artifacts, you’re greeted by a grand ballroom layout. Round banquet tables with crystal centerpieces are scattered throughout the space, and the upscale alcohol behind the bar could probably bankrupt you with one sip. 

All around you, people clad in gold watches and diamond necklaces mingle with thinly veiled scrutiny, and you silently bless Zayne for personally sponsoring your event attire. 

As you head further into the room, a striking brunette woman in her 40s saunters up to you. “Zayne!” she gushes, “It’s so nice to see you could make it! With how antisocial you are, I was afraid you’d find a reason not to come. Oh, and who’s this?” she asks, eyes passing over you dismissively. “I’ve never seen you working with Zayne before—perhaps you’re in nephrology or gastroenterology?” 

You have no idea what either of those words mean.

Luckily, like always, Zayne saves the day. “Actually, this is my partner. She’s accompanying me tonight.”

“Partner,” the woman repeats, her voice raising an octave in disbelief. “…What a surprise! I didn’t realize the aloof Dr. Zayne was seeing someone. How lucky you are to have him,” she finishes with a stiff smile. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it, then. Enjoy your evening!” she calls as she flags down a waiter and scoops up two glasses of wine. 

“That was our chief of staff,” Zayne says flatly. “Surely you can understand how she scored the position with such a charming personality.” 

You chat with—or Zayne chats with, while you stand off awkwardly to the side—a few more guests before the main portion of the event begins.

Dr. Greyson had roped him into a conversation about a thrilling surgery from the day before, and an intern who’d somehow managed to get on the invite list had bombarded him with questions while you watched with a blank smile.

When the lights gradually dim and you’re directed to your seats, you let out a sigh of relief. Finally, a moment to breathe, you think. 

The hours pass. Speech after speech travels in and out of your ear, the jargon too advanced for you to process before the next utterly alien word comes along. 

Flipping open your program in restlessness, you realize you’ve reached the final segment of the gala just as the next speaker takes the stage. 

“Again, thank you all so much for your attendance tonight,” he starts. “I’m proud to announce that we’ve raised a record-breaking amount for medical research involving Protocores—what a historic feat. Each of you should be immensely proud of your contributions.”

Your claps seem too loud in the polite applause. Shifting your gaze to the guests around you, you match their enthusiasm—or lack thereof—with an inward grimace. 

“Now, before the night ends, we do have one more achievement to celebrate. Dr. Zayne Li, who I believe is here with us tonight, has recently passed an extraordinary milestone—in his time with Akso, our chief cardiac surgeon has successfully completed over 800 surgeries. To show our gratitude, we’d like to present him with the Medical Impact Award. Dr. Li, if you’re in the audience, won’t you come up and celebrate this accomplishment?” 

This time, you don’t hold back your applause. As Zayne rises from his seat, an endearing look of bewilderment on his face, your heart swells with admiration. Lucky, was what that woman had called you earlier. You suppose she’d been right.

As Zayne climbs up the steps, the presenter hands him a polished wooden plaque. Saying a brief thanks, he struts to the mic, a practiced look of confidence on his face now that the surprise has worn off.

“Thank you for this honor,” he begins steadily. “It’s with immense privilege that I can stand here before you today, but I’d like to take this time to commend our fundraising efforts tonight. The millions of dollars we’ve raised will be dedicated to investigating the nature of pathological conditions that originate in Protocore exposure. This will allow hundreds of medical personnel in and outside of Linkon to treat previously unsolvable cases. In regards to my own work, I’m particularly grateful—with the generosity you’ve all shown tonight, you’ve made me incredibly optimistic for the future of treating Cardiac Protocore Syndrome. I’ll keep that in mind every day—so the next 800 surgeries can go smoothly and with quick recoveries.”

As his speech ends, your look of admiration melts into a resigned, defeated smile. 

For the first time that night, the room breaks out into thunderous applause. And for the hundredth time that night, you feel like you don’t deserve to stand by his side.

You’d hope that he’d chalked up your silence on the ride home to sleepiness. When he’d walked you to your apartment door and leaned in to kiss you goodnight, you’d merely stood there in indecision, afraid to taint his brilliance with your mediocrity. And then, with a strained smile, you’d shut the door in his face.

That was the last time you’d seen him for the rest of the week. And for half of the next. 

For six days, you’d been completely ghosting him, too wrapped up in your insecurities to respond to his numerous messages. 

Thank you for accompanying me last night. I had a wonderful time, he’d texted on the first day. 

One of the nurses came up to me and gushed over your dress. She asked where you bought it from, but I told her we got it custom-ordered, he’d said on the second. 

The fourth day. Would you like to join me for a meal later? We’ve had to reschedule a surgery. I’ll be getting home earlier than usual tonight.

Last night. Please respond to me when you get a chance.

And no matter how badly you wanted to, each time your fingers hovered over the keyboard, they froze in paralyzing shame. 

You’d passed the time like you had before you met him—hiding from the sun, rewatching comfort movies, and wallowing in bed with gloomy ballads in the background.

But on the seventh day, your doorbell rings.

Thinking it’s the package of pastries you’d ordered from the bakery near Zayne’s house—you always got a box when you were sad—you hastily swing open the door.

And then fight the urge to shut it right back. 

Because standing on your doorstep is a tired-looking Zayne, frowning in hurt and confusion. 

“Hello. Is your phone broken?” he asks worriedly, checking your body for signs of illness. 

“Um…no,” you mutter, suddenly fixated on your navy blue slippers. “Why don’t you come in? If you want to.”

With an infinitesimal squint, he crosses the threshold of your apartment. All things considered, it’s a good thing he’s here, given the way your heart is beating out of your chest.

“You haven’t been responding to my calls or messages since the gala,” he begins carefully. “I was afraid something was wrong. There were so many people present—maybe you’d caught a virus. But,” he continues, taking in your disheveled yet healthy appearance, “it seems I was incorrect.”

The guilt that’s been eating at you for days suddenly devours your insides whole, and your emotional dam bursts open. 

“I-I’m glad you got to go, and that you got your award—your speech was great, by the way,” you sniffle. “But while we were there, the whole time I was thinking how much more successful you are than me. How much more intelligent. I mean, that lady asked me if I was an entomologist, or whatever, and I didn’t even know what she meant! At the end of it I just…thought you’d be better off without me. That you deserve better. Smarter. That’s why I’ve been quiet the last few days,” you finish, eyes downcast.

His puzzled frown deepens at your revelation.

“Why would I expect you to possess medical knowledge when that’s not your field of study?”

Oh.

Oh.

You really were stupid, weren’t you.

“You…don’t think I’m too…average for you?”

“No, have I ever indicated that I do? If so, I apologize for making you feel that way. It’s the complete opposite of how I view you,” he reveals, stepping closer. “I’m also terribly sorry I didn’t notice you were so uncomfortab—”

“No,” you interrupt him shakily. “I tried to hide it. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

Zayne gives you a sympathetic grin before starting over. “Regardless, I regret not being able to take care of you like I should have. And as much as I wish you hadn’t, I understand why you took the time to process your feelings. But to make one thing clear,” he asserts, voice deepening in emphasis. “I’m the one who’s lucky to have you.”

As you look up at him through glassy eyes, your breath hitches. “What?” you croak, voice hoarse from built-up tears.

“Darling,” he begins gently. “Did you ever consider whether I like socializing with those types of people?”

Mouth parting in a small ‘o,’ you shake your head meekly. 

He smiles wryly. “After every previous one of those events, I’ve gone home with an ear-splitting headache. Last week was the first time I’ve ever enjoyed going,” he chuckles. “Not because of that award—which was flattering but unnecessary considering I was only doing my job,” he quips, “but because you were there beside me.” 

“No amount of medical knowledge can compare to the peace you make me feel. The comfort. I asked you to be my plus-one for one reason only: the person I love makes me happy.”

At the confession, your battered heart soars and your cheeks burn so hot you think they’ll melt off. Timidly, you inch closer to him, instinctually unsure if he’ll welcome you back into his arms. 

He answers your unvoiced question almost immediately, pulling you to him by the waist before he speaks again. “Although,” he pauses, giving you a concerned once-over, “if you were truly in so much distress over attending, you could have just refused. At the expense of my own happiness, I would’ve preferred you had.”

“But you seemed so excited to go,” you groan, laying your head against his chest. You shiver at the contact—you must’ve missed him more than you realized. “I guess I was wrong.” 

“Not entirely. I was excited to go with you.”

At his response, you bury yourself impossibly further into him, and he strokes your back tenderly. “Well, that was one reason I agreed—you looked so cute when you asked, I just couldn’t say no,” you grumble, lightly pinching his waist. “But the other part was…with all the hours you spend at the hospital—800 surgeries and all—we never really get to go to big events as a couple. I just wanted to take the opportunity, I guess. I thought it would feel nice.”

Zayne sighs deeply and presses a light kiss to your hair. “And it felt bad instead,” he surmises. “How can I make it up to you? I’ll ask Greyson to trade shifts with me if I need to, just say the word.”

“Well,” you start, peering up at him shyly. “There is an office party next week that I’ve been dreading going to. All alone,” you pout. “If he comes with me, the illustrious Dr. Zayne will get to see how we regular people socialize.” 

Chuckling softly, he kisses your forehead. “He wouldn’t dare miss out on that. He’ll be there,” he promises, squeezing your hip in confirmation. “Now, if I’m not mistaken, I believe the bakery van just dropped something off at your door. Shall we open it?”

In an instant, you peel yourself off of him and sprint for the door before freezing in your tracks. You were forgetting something. 

“Wait!” you exclaim, turning back around to face him. With a nervous gulp, you say the words you think you’ve known for a long time.

“I asked you to come with me, Zayne,” you breathe, “because the person I love makes me happy, too.”

[calebverse]

needy!caleb is definitely just caleb all the time. especially when he comes home after being gone for too long, the absolute best... how he gets on his knees and nuzzles his head into your lower stomach, breathing in your scent & gripping your ass. he'd whimper lightly into the cloth of your shirt, almost to the brink of tears from how much he missed you.

"god, baby, you smell so fucking good." he'd mumble, eyes squeezed shut and nostrils flared with the force of his inhales.

if you told him you wanted to move, he'd simply tilt his head slightly up to look at you, giving you a warning glare. but if you suggested to move to the bed to properly cuddle, thats a whole different story. he'd jump right up to his feet and practically run to the bed, taking you along with him when he leaps on the mattress. he'll force you into a laying position before nudging his nose deep onto your chest, moaning into your breasts.

"i need you so bad, pips, please. pleasepleaseplease..." he whimpers, dragging a hand to your boobs to toy with your nipples.

it doesnt take long until he's balls deep inside your cunt, sprawled on top of you. he can't control himself anymore, every thrust comes a sob and more tears begin to form. he's so overstimulated but so happy to be enveloped in your sweet warmth again; a lazy smile plastered onto his face. he's actually quite a beautiful sight to see if you were able to see him... maybe if you werent so drunk on his cock you'd have the luxury of witnessing him all blissed out. regardless, the feeling of his drool-filled tongue on your shoulder blade accompanied by his incoherent mumbles are juuuust enough to send you over the edge once again; the feeling of your pussy squeezing him milking his cock for what feels like the 100th time. all he can do is bawl and beg for it to not happen, a string of 'nononono's coming out of his mouth in a desperate attempt to stop his body from cumming.. it's just sooo painful to his poor abused member:(((

the night would inevitably end with you and him sleeping together (still connected) in a bed soaked with lots more than one bodily fluid... just how caleb likes it.

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just been thinking about how caleb loves the facts that you can’t cum without his help. i mean he’s so obsessed with you, he’s made sure he’s carved the shape of his dick into your poor pussy. fucked you so well with his fingers that it’s impossible for you to ever get off without him.

no matter how much you pinch your little clit and push your finger deep in yourself, it’s just not enough! leaves you crying with frustration because when you try, it just never feels as good as when he’s stuffing you full with his thick fingers. curling them up to prod that soft, squishy spot that makes you see stars.

it’s so unfair!! he’s trained you so well. you have no choice but to facetime him. prop your phone up against your pillow and show him your drooling pussy while crying.

He’s off in deepspace, shaking his head and looking at you sympathetically through the phone.

“poor baby~” he cooes.

he’s so fake. he’s trying to comfort you, reminding you of the last time he was in your apartment. how well he’d fucked you. describing in detail the way your body curled in on itself, how your eyes rolled back when he was grinding his throbbing dick into you.

its not helping at all! only makes you sob more. you’re begging him to come home soon so he can fuck you properly. and he promises he will. his heart hearts seeing you so sad but secretly, he loves it! can’t get enough of your begging.

it truly inflates his ego knowing he’s the only one that can get you off.

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cw. established relationship, reader is a perv n a tease, caleb is sort of a perv here too ithink, idk they are both freaky n they match 💔 this is to make up for the bs i posted like two days ago! also i am tempted to try out smaller text.. should i poll it

boyfriend!caleb who swears you’re sooo innocent. the first few months of any relationship are the most tumultuous ones, and you’re shy. he knows he has to tread lightly and carefully, to cement the fact that he loves you unconditionally and always will, that it isn’t just about sex. plus, this is your first real relationship. he doesn’t want to scare you off and screw this up by being too hasty, despite feeling like he’s wearing combat boots while traveling through eggshells.

but, god, are you hard to resist.

it’s like you don’t even know how just how hard he gets when you wear those thin tops that do nothing to hide your pert nipples or when you send him pictures of those dangerously short skirts — the ones where, with just a wave of his hand, could lift up and reveal the dainty, soaked panties you have on underneath.

if he could bring himself to hate anything you do, he’d say he hates it when you send them those photos at work the most, because then he’s forced to leave a meeting or kick a subordinate out of his office just to rub one out. :((

caleb’s thoughts are just so filthy, too — ranging from using your pretty tits to get off to just keeping you home and spending all day, everyday stuffing your cunt full of his cum until the two of you have at least five kids.

but even he knows that’s far too fast for the two of you. no part of him has ever been inside you (save for his tongue when you two make out), and yet here he is, fantasizing about debauching his sweetheart of a girlfriend.

shame on him.

but it’s not like you aren’t thinking the same.

you like walking around his cold house with no bra and a flimsy little camisole. you like wearing tiny shorts with no panties to sleep or short skirts that is, really, but a scrap of fabric. you like accidentally brushing your foot against his crotch during dinner or shifting far too much in his lap whenever you two are watching a show.

caleb’s reactions are priceless — the way his breath gets caught in his throat, how his soft cheeks grow a dusty pink, the subtle jerk of his hips or adjustment of his hardening cock in his pants . .

how could you resist provoking him more, especially when you know he’s doing so much to hold back?

you’ve heard him, whether it be when he’s in the shower, the door cracked open just enough for you to peer in, or late at night when he thinks you’re asleep, fucking his fist like a hormonal teenager or, worse (in his eyes), humping the bed. it’s like he forgets that you’re right there, that you could pop into the bathroom for something while he’s moaning your name or wake up mid-orgasm and watch all that cum go to waste on his toned abs or thighs.

it’d be so easy to interrupt. a little too easy, actually, as if he’s subconsciously wishing that you would catch him and scold him for being so perverted, so disgusting.

but you won’t, no matter how badly you want to take his dick into your mouth and clean it up until he’s quivering with the force of another orgasm or slip into the shower behind him and help him work himself over with softer and smaller hands.

you’ll keep playing the long game, teasing caleb with feigned naivete, sending him pretty pictures while he’s at work and pushing him further and further to the brink until he has no choice but to snap and take you for himself, ripping clothes and spitting and spanking.

there’s only so much a man can take, after all, and he’s undeniably weak to you.

[calebverse]

drunk caleb ♡

idea inspired by @oceanicfishies <3

drunk caleb who ends up in this state after the succumbing to the peer pressure of his friends during a random party. he’s finally back home from sky haven, they needed to celebrate! he relents many times, until he much rather drown out the noises of his friends being annoying.

drunk caleb who gets so wasted to the point where he’s stumbling over his own feet, face red as his friends somehow manage to get him to the front of your doorstep. you open the door, eyes wide but then giggling as you see his face.

drunk caleb who notices through his somewhat blurred vision that he’s been brought to his safe haven, you. he clings onto you, almost making you lose balance as he wraps his arms around you.

“baby… missed you so much.” he slurs over his words, pressing kisses against your neck as you attempt to get both you and him up the stairs and into his bedroom.

caleb reluctantly drags his feet across the floor, sitting down on the bed as you help his remove his shoes. he looks at you for a long moment, admiring your pretty features before he slumps onto the floor once more, pulling you into his lap.

“caleb-! what are you-” you look up at him, expecting this to be one of his drunk shenanigans again until your words suddenly are cut off by his expression:

caleb is crying.

“caleb? are you okay? did i hurt you-?” you begin stumbling over apologies over things you didn’t do, before he shushes you again with a short but sweet kiss.

“n-no, nothing, i just..” he trails off, trying to make sense of his own thoughts being distorted by the alcohol.

“i love you so much.. my sweet, pretty baby.” he sobs, more tears streaming down his face as he hides his face into you. your face displays an expression of shock, unbeknownst to caleb. yet, you pat his back gently, embracing him as you let him cry.

“i love you too, caleb. but don’t cry over that…” you coo, wiping the tears off of his face. you cup his cheeks, staring lovingly at him. he returns your gaze with the same intensity.

“you don’t get it… i just love you- so much-” he hiccups, pulling you in for another small kiss. you let out another soft laugh, before pulling him again into your embrace.

“mean the world to me, my everything.” you hear him mumble against you. you kiss his forehead, relishing in his warmth. caleb feels himself slowly falling asleep, more than content with the fact that it’s in your arms.

he definitely woke up in the morning completely filled with embarrassment as he recalled what occurred last night.

[calebverse]

never mind i am ovulating

i am going through a big writer's block and i think the solution is to bang my head against a metal wall

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i am going through a big writer's block and i think the solution is to bang my head against a metal wall

[calebverse]

a lot of bad bitches are following me... thank u for ur service

[calebverse]

YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!

[calebverse]

based off this post of cora's bc mr sunny apple makes us lose our marbles ig... notes: age swap between caleb and reader. reader is referred to as "sister/jiejie"

a minor switch of things and Caleb as your younger brother instead... Calls you 'jiejie' with the most beautiful, big sparkly eyes, always so happy to be by your side, following around like a tail and whatnot. It's cute- not every baby brother is adorable like him, devoted and caring like him. Makes you feel lucky among your friends whenever you hear their stories and complaints about their brothers being the epitome of devil incarnate...

It's cute until it is not- until the two of you begin to grow. it begins to stand out like a sore thumb. no baby brother should be this ...fixated on their sister. You know that's not the word but some days it feels like that maybe. Hanging off of your words, ears perked up like a puppy whenever he hears you say his name, hell- whenever he so much as hears your voice.

It's cute until it becomes overbearing, overwhelming. overprotective like one would expect of an older sibling figure. Baring his fangs at anyone who as much as looks the wrong way at you- or simply has their eyes meeting yours. It is unnerving, it is scary. You grow, but so does he. Another fact you failed to take into consideration. But how could you? He is your baby brother, apple of your eye, it's always been a balance of you and him-- are you really to be blamed for failing to recognize just how much bigger he has gotten by then?

People would say some things become less appropirate as people grow. Yet neither of you, not when it's always been the two of you, two people who know each other like the back of their hands. respective academies and universities doesn't help your case at all. He comes home on breaks and you're nose to chest with someone towering over you now. And all the signs you've been turning a blind eye to comes nagging at your brain, making it mush. Suddenly you're reminded of the aching memories of playfights gone a little wrong as times have passed. How, in a sudden, your snotty little cheeky and adorable brother empowers you like nothing- when did he get so strong, so big?

You can feel your throat drying up, so you try to swallow in an attempt to relieve yourself. Instead you feel something stuck there- pressing against your flesh, sharp, it has teeth and it bites, a painful realization etched onto your brain. Caleb has grown, you realize, no longer just your baby brother but a person of his own, independent of the bonds that tie the two of you, a young man of his own. Arms that easily pin you down now, no matter how much squirming you may try and make, you cannot escape of his grasp. He tickles you down but doesn't step back as quick as before, your giggles soon turning into small pleas, begging him to go easy on you.

And as he does, he has gotten stronger, more relentless. Now his smiles have a little canine shining to them under the light, unnerving you. The dire seriousness of your predicament washes all over you, leaving you like a deer in headlights and him, the little cub turned wolf, with an appetite to satiate, with desires to satisfy- no longer following after his big sister's every word but going around with things his way.

The rope's in his hands now, his grips tightens- and you anticipate with something akin to dread, and excitement, just how will the two of you get tangled up in the strings that have binded you since forever? You recall someone saying long before there is but a thin line that separates fear from a certain sensation. Yet you find guilt equally heavy on the soul.

[calebverse]

Terrible thoughts about role reversal with caleb

[calebverse]

content warning: foursome (caleb + sylus + zayne + reader)

the air was tainted with the scent of sex and thick with arousal. the slick and lewd sounds of caleb's tongue lapping at your cunt flooded the room. his lips sealed tight against your clit as his fingers thrusted deep into you. it was simply too much, the pleasure was almost painful. but there was no escape, not with the full nelson that sylus had you folded into, his tight grip spreading you wider, if even possible. his thick cock eased into your tight virgin ass, the burning stretch teetered between a thin line of pleasure and pain. tears brimmed your vision, it was too much. too good. too intense.

"look at you taking it like such a good girl," zayne cooed as his lips brushed against your ear, his eyes transfixed on caleb’s tongue and sylus' thrusting cock. he bit your earlobe, tugging it gently, sending a sharp zing through your body. he tilted your chin up, claiming your lips in a deep kiss. you let out a sharp whimper against his lips. you could feel yourself edging closer and closer, the pressure building until it became almost too much to bear.

"not yet, kitten," sylus breathed huskily into your ear as you let out a choked moan. he pulled back out of your tight hole before slamming back in roughly, making you jolt forward. a gasp escaped from your lips as caleb's fingers were replaced by his heavy cock. the stretch was almost unbearably delicious, your inner walls fluttering as he thrusted deep and hard. his hips rolled with each thrust, his balls slapping wetly against your skin. your walls fluttered at the sensation, you could feel your body quickly barreling towards an orgasm. zayne's fingers trailed down the crevice of your abdomen before landing on your clit and pinching it, his mouth never leaving yours.

your vision blurred with an intensity you'd never felt before, leaving you a sobbing wreck against zaynes lips. your body twitched as they continued to pump into you, chasing their own release. you could feel each and every rope of caleb's cum hitting against the walls of your cunt. his cock pulsed inside of you as he emptied himself deep within you, filling you to the brim.

a sharp groan rang through the room as sylus found his release, his cock pulsating deep within you. another wave of pleasure hit you, a whole new orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you didn't think possible. you were barely able to catch your breath as they slowly pulled out of you, their release pooling on the sheets.

"you're so beautiful when you cum for us," caleb whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

note: can you tell i’m ovulating?

[calebverse]

nsfw concept

tw: intox? both of them are high, OOC caleb?, stoner!caleb,

thinking about caleb being a secret stoner tbh. while yall grew up you knew his friends smoked weed and one night in college he invites you over and casually packs a bong and takes rips off it.

hes surprised you didnt know, hes high for his morning classes and smokes once hes off work. hes called and texted and even hung out with you after a fresh hit.

his eyes are heavy looking, the bright energy behind them muted and his lilac eyes are trained on your lips. hes no longer standing as prim and proper as he usually does. letting his shoulders slouch a bit and lazily lounging on the couch beside you. his voice gets a bit raspy and a little deeper, his smile is more of a lazy grin and the look in his eyes. mmm its like an animal looking ag a delectable treat.

you however have only smoked a few times and even then its been years. he teases you and asks if you want to try some. so you do. but it makes you couch so badly caleb gets worried, pulling you so you standup and putting your arms over your head and murmuring softly to you .

“just focus on breathing okay? its normal to cough its okay pips…. ‘nother deep breath for me… good good… good girl”

his gentle praise further turns your brain into a mushy mess and soon your sitting across from him, your face is held in one of his hands his thumb gently stroking over your cheek.

“wanna try somethin’?

eventually you two are shotgunning hits because your lungs cant handle the bong and then caleb kisses you while smoke still curls from his lips. the taste of weed and his spit muddling your brain even further and soon youre grinding on his lap

even better if caleb keeps insidting yoj take hits and starts feeling you up just to hear what pretty noises youll make.

it all devolves into nasty kinky breeding sex where caleb is just absolutely destroying you hole. your so high you can only take it.

and of course calebs a gentlman even when hes stoned. after having the best sex of your life he carries you to the bathroom and draws you a bath and tells you how much hes wanted you and for how long.

and then you guys start dating the end

mmmm yes now im thinking about stoner zayne and sylus mmmm very interesting yesyes

[calebverse]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ gravitational meet-cute / caleb x reader

synopsis; when you take your 2nd graders to skyhaven university for an activity aiming to teach them about space and gravity, you don't expect the faceless professor xia on the website to be a cute guy around your age, instead of an old man. as it turns out gravity isn't the only force that's irresistible around here, his charm is, too.

🍎 pomme's notes — caleb flirts with you in front of your class for nearly two thousand words basically :9

✴︎ 1.8k words / fluff / 2nd person & fem! reader — additional notes: reader is a 2nd grade teacher & has no evol, i gave the kids random names, caleb is a prodigy in the aerospace engineering field, reader & caleb are in their early thirties!

the kids in the school bus are buzzing excitedly when skyhaven university's towering buildings come into sight, and you can only helplessly ask them to remain tightly in their seat until the bus reaches its destination.

to be fair though, you can't exactly blame them. they're getting to go to the "big kids school", and they're gonna learn about space — something far too big for their little selves to understand yet. how cool is that!?

"noah, olivia and kai! sit down right now, or else all three of you are gonna stick by me the whole time we're there! everyone, this applies to you as well!"

with a resounding "yes miss!" the kids finally settle down and give you some time to gather your thoughts prior to getting off the bus. this was a big day for your kids, even though you were out of it.

just the week before, you were drinking yourself silly and lamenting your bachelorette life, and your best friend, tara (who just so happened to be the school secretary), had the incredible idea of signing your class up for an activity at skyhaven university to distract you.

"come on, it'll be fun! you love seeing the kids discover new things and get this — you won't even be the one teaching! just think of it as a break. besides, who knows, maybe professor xia is a hottie!"

"tara, the average age for aerospace engineers is like.. 70. professor xia's probably just a decrepit old man — his picture isn't even on the website! i bet you he's too old to even figure out how to upload it."

"you won't know unless you go, though! it doesn't matter anyways, your class is signed up already, so just have fun with it!"

so here you were, "having fun with it", otherwise known as watching over 30 overly excited children. thankfully, the driver pulls into the university's designated lot — though not without some squeals and giggles from the class. after disembarking and doing a headcount, you clear your throat in order to grab their attention.

"one, two, three! eyes on me!"

and in unison, all 30 students responded, "one, two! eyes on you!"

it was a cute call and response you'd learned from one of your mentors some years ago, and it got them attentive and ready to listen to your directions quickly — only this time, another sound cut through the silence, a whistle followed by a chuckle.

"woah! i'll have to use that on my own students, that sure was effective."

when you turn to face the voice, you're met with a handsome smile from an even more handsome man. a TA, maybe? before you can ask him who he is, the brunette seems to sense your confusion and beats you to the punch, introducing himself to you and your class with a dynamic expression.

"all right, kiddos, it's nice to meet all of you! i'm professor xia, but that makes me sound old, doesn't it? you can call me mr. caleb!"

there's no way tara was right. what happened to the decrepit old man you were envisioning? surely, there was a mistake. one of the little girls in your class quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, raising her hand and asking this.. too young of a professor a question.

"how come you teach at the big kids school? you're not even an old man! you're like miss teacher!"

right. 2nd graders' questions. you pinch the bridge of your nose, ready to apologize, but instead it seems like caleb finds it very humorous, throwing his head back and laughing before squatting down to your kids' eye level and explaining himself.

"yeah? i'm super smart, so i skipped a few grades and started teaching here after i retired as a pilot! how cool is that?"

a choir of ooh's and aah's emerged from the children, and caleb got up before pulling out his faculty card and handing it to you with a subtle wink.

"just so you know i'm the right guy."

judging from his ID, it looks like he wasn't lying — caleb xia, one of the professors in the aerospace engineering department of skyhaven university. you flash him a smile before introducing yourself. after caleb gives both you and your class a quick rundown of today's activity, you get the kids to line up in two rows and follow caleb like ducklings into an empty auditorium. trailing behind to make sure none of them got lost in the halls, you pull out your phone and send a quick "fuck he's hot i owe you a drink girl" text to tara.

the kids were in awe at how cool mr. caleb was, and you were in awe at how calm they were. you're a good teacher, and your kids love you, but that took a bit of work, due to how rowdy they were. caleb on the other hand? it came to him too naturally — to the point where you felt a pang of silly jealousy. you'd have to copy some of his mannerisms with the class.

however, admiring his prowess with the kids, quickly turned into something more. your eyes landed on his face, and his cute freckles and bright smile while he interacted with the children made your heart swoon. his purple eyes were so expressive, and you could almost get lost in them — and if you did? you'd rather not be found. lowering your gaze a bit, you end up admiring his well-built physique, until you could feel a tiny index finger poking your arm.

looking to your right, one of the three troublemakers on the bus, olivia, was grinning at you, with a mischievous expression on her face.

"miss.. do you think mr. caleb is handsome?" she whispered.

you almost choke on your spit, and you can't help the faint warmth on your face when you tell her to focus on what the brunette at the front is saying.

"pleaaaase, i promise i'll listen after this!!" she begs with a lip jutted out, and you can't resist those puppy eyes. damn 2nd graders.

"you — fine! i think he's handsome, now go back to listening!"

olivia beams and quickly turns to the front, but not before whispering about her newfound discovery to her two partners in crime, noah and kai. somehow, this didn't look too good for you right now.

sighing, you focus your own attention to caleb — only to be met with his eyes looking at you already. there's no way he heard, unless he has the greatest ears mankind has ever seen. right?

"miss teacher! would you mind help me demonstrating how gravity works for the kids?"

his tone is playful, and his expression inviting, so you find yourself getting up from your seat to join him on the small stage. presenting both of his hands to you, he winks again, and you can feel butterflies in your stomach. somehow you can't figure out if it's out of anticipation for the demonstration or if it's because caleb looks so cute right now.

"if you could hold both of my hands tightly, please. it's for science, no ulterior motives," and more quietly, only for you to hear, he adds, "or maybe just a tiny bit of ulterior motives."

ignoring the kids' gasps and squeals at their teacher holding hands with the good-looking professor, caleb begins to explain gravity in simple terms.

"you guys are anchored to the ground because of this thing called gravity. it's a super strong and invisible force that pulls things towards each other, and right now, the earth is pulling you towards its center!"

suddenly you feel your feet lift off the ground, and with a gasp, your grasp on caleb's hands tighten. you look into his eyes, and you're met with a smile.

"i have a super cool power though — a gravity evol. right now, i'm making it so that miss teacher is no longer affected by the earth's gravity. how cool is that!?"

you can only laugh at the 2nd graders' amazed reactions, varying from "my turn", "that's so cool", "i want a superpower too" and "miss teacher is blushing". he slowly lowers you back down, but once your feet touch the floor again, you stagger a bit, and he moves a hand to your waist to stabilize you with a soft chuckle and a "zero gravity does that to you sometimes." caleb walks you to your seat before turning to face the kids' expectant faces and speaking.

"if you all come to the front — without running! — and link your arms together, i'll make you all float for a bit too! go, go, go, captain caleb's airline is about to take flight!"

with excited yells, all the students hold onto each other tightly — and when caleb makes use of his evol to make them float around for a few minutes, their laughter is filling your ears, making you laugh along. when he lowers them back onto the ground, it's almost time to return to school, and so ensues the QnA section of the activity. after caleb answers a few questions related to space and gravity, kai looks at olivia and noah before raising his hand.

"mr. caleb! do you think miss teacher is pretty?"

noah doubles down, and with a cute yet failed attempt at whispering, he lets caleb know that "it's a secret, but miss teacher thinks you're handsome!"

so that was what olivia was up to. that's why she was whispering and exchanging knowing smiles with them. you're about to intervene and save the brunette from this awkward situation before he hums and places a hand underneath his chin, as if pondering the situation.

much to your surprise though, he squats down to the kids' level, before gesturing at all of them to come close, like he's about to reveal a secret too. with a voice loud enough for you specifically to hear, he gives the kids a wink.

"this is a secret between all of us, okay? i think she's the prettiest woman i've ever seen. and this is top top top secret, but i'm gonna ask her out on a date after this. don't tell her!"

he looks over his shoulder, meeting your gaze with a smile and you can see the tips of his ears turning a soft crimson hue. he laughs at your flustered expression and red cheeks — all while your 2nd graders squealed and shook with excitement.

and now, here you were — riding the bus again with all all 30 of your rowdy kids, but instead of solely smiling at the songs they sang on the way back to school, you were also smiling at caleb's new messages on your screen.

— hey sweets. are you gravity? — because i feel a force pulling me towards you :P  — is saturday good for you? i'll pick you up at 7!

you really owed tara a drink after this. and you owed your class a pizza party.

🍎 pomme's final notes — i gave myself baby fever with this fic oh how i love the concept of caleb interacting with kids.. also this is just. caleb flirting and being playful. live laugh love loverboys. also if any 2nd graders feel poorly represented get off my damn blog

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