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guys dont let this flop i thought this was so sexy pls say u agree ???? omg

thinking about your caleb oral fixation fic and i raise you: reader who loves candy, but loves Caleb more.

i’m talking bout a reader who sees Caleb put an apple hard candy in his mouth so reader pulls him to a private area and makes out with him so hard so he can steal the candy from Caleb.

i’m talking bout a reader who’s about to give a big speech, notecards in hand, before realizing he has a lollipop in his mouth. so he finds Caleb backstage and gives him his lollipop for “safe-keeping” and so Caleb won’t “miss him too much” while he’s on-stage giving his speech.

bonus: mc who loves candy because of reader and Caleb, getting a cavity, so her only way to “eat” candy is to taste the leftover sugar on Caleb’s or reader’s mouth after they’re done with it.

does this make sense or am i insane…

i like this so much i will now be writing a little headcanon now basically with everything you just said.

cw: suggestive, sharing candy, so saliva is being shared too yall, lowk spit kink LMAO sorry im self indulgent

not proofread, i got excited and wanted to post this asap rocky please ignore any oddities in the writing if there are any.

— keep all the seeds

the sound of hard candy against teeth was such a satisfying sound. the sound alone can make you salivate. so when you heard even the tiniest sound of it, you were walking into caleb's room without any hesitation.

he knew how much you loved hard candy. he knew how your eyes would zero in on any piece of sugar that he has, how much you truly loves sweets. at this point, he was doing this just to get this exact reaction out of you. but it's okay, you'll give it to him. indulge him in his comedically unsubtle foreplay of what was to come.

"hey, what're you doing here? looking for something, you look like you're looking for something," he asked, a smirk on his face because he already knew the answer.

"shut up, you're such a brat," your words are harsh, but they're delivered with a smile on your face. you toss the phone he was holding to the side, kneeling on his bed and pushing him against his headboard.

without any more words exchanged, your lips were against his. he smiled, the hard candy in his cheek more visible now with the stretch of his lips. it was an aggressive kiss, you'll admit, but with the way his fingers were gripping your hips and waist, you knew he wasn't complaining.

your hand was on the back of his head, keeping him still while the other moved down his neck. gently squeezing, you forced him to gasp, allowing you entry into his mouth. he moaned into you at the feeling of your tongue against his.

but then he whined when you pulled away, taking the sweet candy from his mouth with a victorious look on your face.

"you're mean," he shuffles beneath you, rutting his hips ever so slightly upwards into you, "c'mere, please,"

"i like when you beg like that," you suck loudly on the candy in a mocking way, "but no, you got exactly what you wanted, babe,"

"not enough,"

"you're just so greedy, huh?"

"please," his bottom lip juts out as his eyes zero in on your cheek hallowed in, sucking the apple candy with a smirk on your face. his jaw is hanging open, tongue peaking out very slightly, begging you to come back to him.

you hum at the sight, a coo coming from you that makes him melt like putty underneath you. you adjust your positioning over him, biting back the smile as you feel him underneath you. he whimpers at the weight, fingers digging so hard into your skin you're sure he'll leave bruises.

with you now more comfortable on top of him, you're almost towering over him. you lean down and he's already shutting his eyes in preparation for your kiss, making you smile at his adorable expression.

you squeeze his face, forced his mouth open. his eyes widened instantly at the feeling, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. but then he sees you, balancing the now flat candy on your tongue and a sinister smirk on your face.

understanding you instantly, he drops his jaw open for you like a tired dog begging for a sip of water, tongue out and waiting for you. when you drop the candy back onto his tongue, he instantly closes his mouth and sucks on the sweet candy you two have now shared.

"good boy," you praise, roughly patting his cheek in encouragement, "now i'll leave you alone to deal with that problem of yours,"

"help your boyfriend," he groans, annoyed at you for getting off of him and pleadingly looking at you. "hey, hyung, i'm- please!"

you laugh, walking out of his room and enjoying the sound of his whines.

— lollipop

caleb was dressed in his best outfit. today was your graduation ceremony and you were delivering the valedictorian speech. he couldn't be any prouder, so of course, he had to look the part.

he wanted to look good, to make you proud to be heere with him just as proud as he was of you to be graduating at the top of your class. he used lily's camera as a mirror to adjust his tie, the girl huffing in annoyance to have to keep her arm propper up for so long.

"you look fine, caleb, stop worrying about your stupid tie," she says, well, more like whines, "my arm is tired too!"

"is it just me or is it slanted?"

"it's just you," she says with a deadpan expression.

"i just want to look good, pips, help me out," caleb only really cares about looking good for you, but he desperately wants to look good for you.

"why don't you just ask him yourself, he's coming over," lily's face brightens when she sees you walking towards them, a smile on your face and a lollipop pressed to the inside of your cheek.

"you guys are here, i've been looking for you two for so long," you pop the lollipop out of your mouth so the stick end doesn't get tangled up in lily's hair when you go down to hug her.

you then move to caleb, pressing a quick peck to his lips before pulling away, "you look so handsome," you compliment and it makes his cheeks for red.

"you look handsome too, hyung," seriously, you in your graduation gown and cap were doing things to him. you looked so handsome, the amount of chords you had around your neck were also not helping how weak his knees were feeling now. he never knew he'd think intelligience was something that could be this attractive to him, but it was.

"here, can you keep this for me, though? i can't really bring it on stage," he's so spaced out he doesn't even know what you're talking about, he just nods and waits for you to give whatever it was to him.

but when he feels the bulb of your lollipop push past his lips and rest in his mouth, he nearly chokes in surprise. the lollipop you had been nursing and sucking for the past couple of minutes was now resting in his mouth. and you quickly bid them goodbye, shouting a "don't miss me too much!" before you're running off backstage to go practice one more time before the ceremony starts.

if it wasn't for lily to be there to act as a support, caleb definitely would've fell to his knees right then and there.

"caleb! you're heavy, get off!" she cries out, but he's still drowning in the sweetness that you gifted him. "oh my god, you're acting like you two don't do worse than that almost every night. you two piss me off,"

he's still on cloud 9.

— bonus: caleb x male reader x mc

"just a lick! please, it won't hurt!" she whines, tugging on the collar of your shirt to get you to look at her. but you're stronger and more resilient than her, which she usually loves about you, but now it's annoying her. "oppa, please,"

"don't try sweet talking your way out of this," caleb teases, leaning into your other side and nuzzling into your neck, "your punishment for not being responsible, pips,"

"shut up caleb, no one was talking to you," she sticks her tongue out to him, then goes back to begging you. "oppa, please, just a lick,"

you sigh, sensing that continuously denying her won't get you anywhere. so you take the lollipop out of your mouth and you almost have pity for her and give in, but you shove the candy into caleb's mouth instead. he's looking at you offended, but can't even say anything to you as you're now zeroed in on satisfying lily.

"you're gonna stop whining for it afterwards?" she gulps at your tone, leaning into your touch and nodding her head. "i'll hold you to it, lily,"

and you're pressing yourself into her before she can properly react. the kiss is immediately turned into an open-mouthed, sloppy mess, but she isn't complaining. she tastes the sweetness of the lollipop, the ruby red that stains your tongue now transferring onto hers.

caleb can only watch with wide eyes as you two viciously, practically ferally, make out in front of him. lily is leaning into the couch cushions so far that she's practically laying down now, you on top of her with your legs slotted in between hers.

he pouts feeling left out and angrily sucking the lollipop you had given him.

finally, after what feels like forever, you pull away from her and laugh at the cherry red that stains her tongue and lips, so much so it almost looks like a gloss. mixing it in with the saliva coating her lips, it definitely looks like her favorite lippie.

"that enough sweetness for you?"

"hm, i think i need more," she hums, cheekily grinning at you as she plays with the hair at the base of your neck, "oppa's so sweet to me, hm?"

you roll your eyes at her familiar perssuasive tone, bringing her to sit up and carrying her onto your lap, "ask caleb for some more, i'm drained out of all possible sweetness," her eyes widen at that, now laser focusing on caleb that was right next to you two.

"caleb," she says in a sing song voice.

and the other man takes the lollipop out of his mouth, kissing you feverishly for a second before immediately moving onto lily. you chuckle at his greediness, plucking the lollipop from his hands and watching as he shifts lily from your lap onto his.

"two greedy brats," you roll your eyes, sucking the lollipop once more and going back to scrolling on your phone as the two next to you exchange the sweetness lingering on their tongues.

ten minutes later, the three of you are still in, what felt like, a never ending cycle, continuing on with these antics until you finally bite the lollipop down to crush it into mini pieces in your mouth.

"i'm cutting both of you off before you," you point a finger at lily who pouts, "get more cavities, and you," caleb whines as you direct your strict behavior to him, "from getting cavities,"

they both whine and complain for more, but you don't give in to their puppy dog eyes. you seriously had to babysit your boyfriend and girlfriend like you were their father or something.

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updated my masterlist and omg the ratio of caleb fics/one shots i have in comparison to xavier and sylus....yall send me inspo for some xavier and sylus stuff i love them too omg TT.TT

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Your writing is soooo yummy omg i have been looking for male reader fics for WEEKS and i'm sosososo glad i found your blog YOU WRITE SO GOOD???? it's everything i needed, wanted and more THANK YOU soo much for your work <333

AWWWWWWW thank u so much for your kind words TT.TT (im on desktop rn i would add emojis but i cant LMAO)

i hope i can keep writing for you and giving you some more good male reader content !!! thank u so much for this kind message, i rlly appreciate it anon :333

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I wonder, Is Y/N a constant like MC and the boys in every other universe? Is he a like the rest of the them who exists infinitely? Or is he a being that only exists in one or VERY few universes? A 1 in a billion or more universes type of person.

If the other universes were to meet him, how would it go? Would they wonder who this mysterious person is and why he seems to feel so right? Like he was supposed to exist in their universe too but never did, only in that one and a few others.

This is my take on the “Do you think we’re ___ in every other universe?” thing but the opposite. “We’re together in this universe, but who knows if we are in the others. But to me, that’s what makes this one all the more precious.”

Heh. Wouldn’t it be funny if Y/N was like this super rare legendary pokemon that only appears at a 00000.01% rate

omgggg i have thought about this beause i was thinking of writing an actual lads Lis x male reader x mc basc a reverse harem n everything and this was smth i thought abtttttt because each possibility (him exisiting vs not exisiting in other timelines) would be sooooo good and provide so much potential !!!

lowkey i love thinking about it, but i'm way to indecisive to pick one, so basically i'll probably never write the lis x male reader x mc fic if i can't choose one LMAO

also it would be very funny if he were like a rare pokemon" because now all the lis and mc are like "uhm idk whats going on but PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE STAY IN MY LIFE" and i like that idea a LOT

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thinking about your caleb oral fixation fic and i raise you: reader who loves candy, but loves Caleb more.

i’m talking bout a reader who sees Caleb put an apple hard candy in his mouth so reader pulls him to a private area and makes out with him so hard so he can steal the candy from Caleb.

i’m talking bout a reader who’s about to give a big speech, notecards in hand, before realizing he has a lollipop in his mouth. so he finds Caleb backstage and gives him his lollipop for “safe-keeping” and so Caleb won’t “miss him too much” while he’s on-stage giving his speech.

bonus: mc who loves candy because of reader and Caleb, getting a cavity, so her only way to “eat” candy is to taste the leftover sugar on Caleb’s or reader’s mouth after they’re done with it.

does this make sense or am i insane…

i like this so much i will now be writing a little headcanon now basically with everything you just said.

cw: suggestive, sharing candy, so saliva is being shared too yall, lowk spit kink LMAO sorry im self indulgent

not proofread, i got excited and wanted to post this asap rocky please ignore any oddities in the writing if there are any.

— keep all the seeds

the sound of hard candy against teeth was such a satisfying sound. the sound alone can make you salivate. so when you heard even the tiniest sound of it, you were walking into caleb's room without any hesitation.

he knew how much you loved hard candy. he knew how your eyes would zero in on any piece of sugar that he has, how much you truly loves sweets. at this point, he was doing this just to get this exact reaction out of you. but it's okay, you'll give it to him. indulge him in his comedically unsubtle foreplay of what was to come.

"hey, what're you doing here? looking for something, you look like you're looking for something," he asked, a smirk on his face because he already knew the answer.

"shut up, you're such a brat," your words are harsh, but they're delivered with a smile on your face. you toss the phone he was holding to the side, kneeling on his bed and pushing him against his headboard.

without any more words exchanged, your lips were against his. he smiled, the hard candy in his cheek more visible now with the stretch of his lips. it was an aggressive kiss, you'll admit, but with the way his fingers were gripping your hips and waist, you knew he wasn't complaining.

your hand was on the back of his head, keeping him still while the other moved down his neck. gently squeezing, you forced him to gasp, allowing you entry into his mouth. he moaned into you at the feeling of your tongue against his.

but then he whined when you pulled away, taking the sweet candy from his mouth with a victorious look on your face.

"you're mean," he shuffles beneath you, rutting his hips ever so slightly upwards into you, "c'mere, please,"

"i like when you beg like that," you suck loudly on the candy in a mocking way, "but no, you got exactly what you wanted, babe,"

"not enough,"

"you're just so greedy, huh?"

"please," his bottom lip juts out as his eyes zero in on your cheek hallowed in, sucking the apple candy with a smirk on your face. his jaw is hanging open, tongue peaking out very slightly, begging you to come back to him.

you hum at the sight, a coo coming from you that makes him melt like putty underneath you. you adjust your positioning over him, biting back the smile as you feel him underneath you. he whimpers at the weight, fingers digging so hard into your skin you're sure he'll leave bruises.

with you now more comfortable on top of him, you're almost towering over him. you lean down and he's already shutting his eyes in preparation for your kiss, making you smile at his adorable expression.

you squeeze his face, forced his mouth open. his eyes widened instantly at the feeling, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. but then he sees you, balancing the now flat candy on your tongue and a sinister smirk on your face.

understanding you instantly, he drops his jaw open for you like a tired dog begging for a sip of water, tongue out and waiting for you. when you drop the candy back onto his tongue, he instantly closes his mouth and sucks on the sweet candy you two have now shared.

"good boy," you praise, roughly patting his cheek in encouragement, "now i'll leave you alone to deal with that problem of yours,"

"help your boyfriend," he groans, annoyed at you for getting off of him and pleadingly looking at you. "hey, hyung, i'm- please!"

you laugh, walking out of his room and enjoying the sound of his whines.

— lollipop

caleb was dressed in his best outfit. today was your graduation ceremony and you were delivering the valedictorian speech. he couldn't be any prouder, so of course, he had to look the part.

he wanted to look good, to make you proud to be heere with him just as proud as he was of you to be graduating at the top of your class. he used lily's camera as a mirror to adjust his tie, the girl huffing in annoyance to have to keep her arm propper up for so long.

"you look fine, caleb, stop worrying about your stupid tie," she says, well, more like whines, "my arm is tired too!"

"is it just me or is it slanted?"

"it's just you," she says with a deadpan expression.

"i just want to look good, pips, help me out," caleb only really cares about looking good for you, but he desperately wants to look good for you.

"why don't you just ask him yourself, he's coming over," lily's face brightens when she sees you walking towards them, a smile on your face and a lollipop pressed to the inside of your cheek.

"you guys are here, i've been looking for you two for so long," you pop the lollipop out of your mouth so the stick end doesn't get tangled up in lily's hair when you go down to hug her.

you then move to caleb, pressing a quick peck to his lips before pulling away, "you look so handsome," you compliment and it makes his cheeks for red.

"you look handsome too, hyung," seriously, you in your graduation gown and cap were doing things to him. you looked so handsome, the amount of chords you had around your neck were also not helping how weak his knees were feeling now. he never knew he'd think intelligience was something that could be this attractive to him, but it was.

"here, can you keep this for me, though? i can't really bring it on stage," he's so spaced out he doesn't even know what you're talking about, he just nods and waits for you to give whatever it was to him.

but when he feels the bulb of your lollipop push past his lips and rest in his mouth, he nearly chokes in surprise. the lollipop you had been nursing and sucking for the past couple of minutes was now resting in his mouth. and you quickly bid them goodbye, shouting a "don't miss me too much!" before you're running off backstage to go practice one more time before the ceremony starts.

if it wasn't for lily to be there to act as a support, caleb definitely would've fell to his knees right then and there.

"caleb! you're heavy, get off!" she cries out, but he's still drowning in the sweetness that you gifted him. "oh my god, you're acting like you two don't do worse than that almost every night. you two piss me off,"

he's still on cloud 9.

— bonus: caleb x male reader x mc

"just a lick! please, it won't hurt!" she whines, tugging on the collar of your shirt to get you to look at her. but you're stronger and more resilient than her, which she usually loves about you, but now it's annoying her. "oppa, please,"

"don't try sweet talking your way out of this," caleb teases, leaning into your other side and nuzzling into your neck, "your punishment for not being responsible, pips,"

"shut up caleb, no one was talking to you," she sticks her tongue out to him, then goes back to begging you. "oppa, please, just a lick,"

you sigh, sensing that continuously denying her won't get you anywhere. so you take the lollipop out of your mouth and you almost have pity for her and give in, but you shove the candy into caleb's mouth instead. he's looking at you offended, but can't even say anything to you as you're now zeroed in on satisfying lily.

"you're gonna stop whining for it afterwards?" she gulps at your tone, leaning into your touch and nodding her head. "i'll hold you to it, lily,"

and you're pressing yourself into her before she can properly react. the kiss is immediately turned into an open-mouthed, sloppy mess, but she isn't complaining. she tastes the sweetness of the lollipop, the ruby red that stains your tongue now transferring onto hers.

caleb can only watch with wide eyes as you two viciously, practically ferally, make out in front of him. lily is leaning into the couch cushions so far that she's practically laying down now, you on top of her with your legs slotted in between hers.

he pouts feeling left out and angrily sucking the lollipop you had given him.

finally, after what feels like forever, you pull away from her and laugh at the cherry red that stains her tongue and lips, so much so it almost looks like a gloss. mixing it in with the saliva coating her lips, it definitely looks like her favorite lippie.

"that enough sweetness for you?"

"hm, i think i need more," she hums, cheekily grinning at you as she plays with the hair at the base of your neck, "oppa's so sweet to me, hm?"

you roll your eyes at her familiar perssuasive tone, bringing her to sit up and carrying her onto your lap, "ask caleb for some more, i'm drained out of all possible sweetness," her eyes widen at that, now laser focusing on caleb that was right next to you two.

"caleb," she says in a sing song voice.

and the other man takes the lollipop out of his mouth, kissing you feverishly for a second before immediately moving onto lily. you chuckle at his greediness, plucking the lollipop from his hands and watching as he shifts lily from your lap onto his.

"two greedy brats," you roll your eyes, sucking the lollipop once more and going back to scrolling on your phone as the two next to you exchange the sweetness lingering on their tongues.

ten minutes later, the three of you are still in, what felt like, a never ending cycle, continuing on with these antics until you finally bite the lollipop down to crush it into mini pieces in your mouth.

"i'm cutting both of you off before you," you point a finger at lily who pouts, "get more cavities, and you," caleb whines as you direct your strict behavior to him, "from getting cavities,"

they both whine and complain for more, but you don't give in to their puppy dog eyes. you seriously had to babysit your boyfriend and girlfriend like you were their father or something.

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guys keep sending me lil short asks and headcanons about caleb xavier and sylus i love reading them it honestly is so refreshing for me to answer them in between my dense ass writing binges.

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i feel like im posting a bunch of bullshit rn in between the rounds i do when im writing this long angsty caleb thing LMAO enjoy the miniature thingys for him before i post the freak beast.

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— attention ; you stress caleb tf out because youre too sexy and people love you, sorry caleb

caleb realizes quickly he doesn't like when people pay attention to you. no, he actually hates it. detests it.

the two of you were in college now, far away from the small town you grew up in. far from the quietness that used to be your everyday. now, you’re in a bustling city with frenzied crowds and a rush hour foot traffic beyond comprehension.

at first, caleb tried chalking it up to that first week of school energy, people want to meet new people and expand their social circles while everyone is still new to this. but then, he noticed that as the weeks ebbed on, the people lingering around you weren’t going away.

another thing he found out was that he hates when you get attention from anyone, no matter the gender. caleb thought that he wouldn’t be the type to care if a girl was hitting on you, but then it dawned on him that you have had crushes on girls before. which means, you very much could have a crush on a girl now. as for men, well, he already hated when they got anywhere near you. he likes being the only important man in your life, so he already knew that he would have to dedicate time in fending away any men from you. for his own mental well-being.

but to take into account women too?

he could pull his hair out in frustration.

one of the first times caleb considered being rude to a woman was when it was a quiet day in your dorm room. there was a knock on the your guys’ door, making the both of you perk up.

“not it,” you say first, grinning wildly as if you had just won the lottery. caleb chuckles to himself at your behavior, but pretends to be so burdened with the task of opening the door. he drags his feet, earning a laugh from you which makes him smile in accomplishment. he made you laugh.

that smile is wiped away when he does open the door and he sees a girl standing there, an expecting look on her face. and just as his smile is washed away, the excited look on her face is too. he clenches his jaw as his mind races.

why is she here, though? judging from her reaction, she wasn’t looking for him. was she at the wrong door? or was she here to see you? his eye almost twitches at the suggestion of that.

“sorry, uhm, is [name] here? i was told this was his dorm room…” her voice trails off as she tries peering past caleb’s broad shoulder, neck trying to extend past him.

“yeah, this is his dorm room. i’m his roomate, caleb, what can i do for you?”

“well, is he here? i have to return something to him,” she says, still trying to peak past him. but he just maneuvers so that he’s leaning against the door frame and blocking her with a smile.

“oh, i can hand it right over to him,” his smile is forced, but polite. she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and looks as if she’s working up the courage to stand up against him. “well?”

“i-i’d rather give it to him myself! if he isn’t here, i’ll just try again another da-“

“miki? is that you?” caleb resists the urge to strangle you for your keen hearing. he almost knocks his forehead against the doorframe in agitation.

“[name]! you’re here!” her face brightens instantly and her tone is higher pitched as she becomes giddy in seeing you. she looks as if she was about to step in the room if not for caleb’s frame blocking her. but you step forward anyway, running a hand through your hair as you smile at her.

“is that the-“

“yeah, it is! it was a really good read, thanks for recommending it to me,” she hastily says, pushing her hands forward to show a small paperback book to you. caleb almost rolls his eyes at the entire interaction. if it were socially acceptable to, he would’ve slammed the door in this girl’s face by now.

“perfect, i’m glad you liked it,” you take the book from her, fingers brushing against hers. and caleb once again has to resist the urge in pushing her away from you and taking your hand in his.

“i left, uhm, annotations in there. sorry, i know you said you wouldn’t mind it, but i still feel bad.”

“don’t be,” you wave her off, a carefree smile on your face, “i think it’ll be fun to see your annotations whenever i get the chance to reread,”

caleb looks in between you two and rushes to speak when he sees her open her mouth, “thanks for dropping by, we were quite busy so if you’ll excuse us,” and before waiting for her response, the door is shut in her face.

“hey, we totally were not busy, what was that about?” but caleb’s already grabbing the book from your hand, tossing it onto his desk, and dragging you to rest on top of his bed. he pushes you onto the mattress before quickly joining your side, sighing in content at the position you two were now in.

(one he forced you in, but you digress)

“caleb? hello?”

“sh, it’s time for our nap,”

“are we babies? caleb, it’s 4 in the afternoon,”

“you’re not tired? you were just complaining earlier about being so tired,” caleb’s hands trail the hem of your shirt before reaching beneath the fabric and resting his palm flat against your stomach, “let’s just relax and nap, hm?”

he likes you like this more. focused only on him and vice versa. just you two in his world. just your skin against his. he runs his hand up and down your tummy, smiling into your skin when he notices that his soothing methods are working and you’re beginning to fall asleep.

when caleb notices how girls come up to you to possibly hit on you, his expression hardens and he is now so laser focused in finding a secluded area away from all of your admirers. he feels like this is a full-time job! he can’t catch a break and just enjoy the time between you two in public. the only safe space was when you two were alone in your shared dorm room.

you two weren’t even safe in your dorm room too, sometimes! other people would come knocking on your door, speaking of favors you had promised them or just checking in on you and asking if you wanted to hang out — seriously? who even does that nowadays? it’s childish!

and since caleb was so, so mature, he’d always lie to them and say you weren’t there, knowing damn well you were currently wrapped like a burrito in his sheets on his bed.

the first time the two of you had to go take a shower in the communal bathroom, caleb almost committed an entire massacre against everyone else there. he made a mental note to put in a request for next semester for you two to have your own suite, including a bathroom instead of sharing one.

the two of you were carrying all the essentials to take a shower, caleb rambling on about his current course work, complaining about how much work it was and how he barely had any free time anymore. both of which were half-truths. the work was very much manageable and wasn’t the hardest thing in the world. he still had free time, all of which he reserved for you and only you.

the only reason why he was so whiny about it now was so he could hear you coo and pamper him. your sweet words of, “you need to take more breaks” and “how about we go out when you’re free next time, so you can relax,” do more than bring a smile onto his face. they fulfill that innate desire for you to pay special, close attention to him.

he was drinking up all your praise and comfort that he barely recognized that you two were at the bathrooms now. when you pushed the door open for you two, caleb’s smile dropped almost comically fast when he saw that you two weren’t alone. well, obviously, you wouldn’t be — this is the one bathroom for men on the entire floor. of course there would be people. but caleb was now hyperaware that you were wearing nothing but a tank top, arms on display with the fabric hugging tight across your stomach.

he gulped, fighting back a groan as he hurried you two inside. he made sure your shower stall was right next to his before he got into his own and this was the most panicked he’d been in his entire life. what do you mean other people may see you? see you bare? he hoped and prayed that nothing unfortunate such as that may happen, angrily scrubbing at his hair and body at the mere idea of it.

you were in the stall right next to him, naked. and that alone would make him feel giddy, warm, definitely excited, but he couldn’t even linger on those feelings because his mind was too preoccupied with the possibility somebody else sees you like that.

he kept an open ear for when your water turned off, hurriedly finishing his business as thoroughly as possible before also shutting his water off. he stepped out, barely giving himself time to dry himself on his towel, and he looked around for you.

and when his eyes zeroed in on you, he actually had to bite his lip to stop the guttural sound coming out of his mouth. you were standing there, hair still damp and with water droplets cascading down your face and torso. the torso that was bare for all to see and on display for anyone with eyes to oggle at, caleb included.

you were brushing your teeth, leaning against the sink with your forearm as you scrolled through your phone to occupy your time. since you were not paying that much attention to those around you, you didn’t really feel their eyes on you. and they’ve been on you since you stepped out of the showers.

but caleb saw them. he saw the other duo that were on the opposite side of the bathroom, whispering to each other as they looked at your figure. the one guy that just walked in, eyes widened slightly as you were the first thing he saw.

caleb cursed them in his head as he walked over to you. he loudly set his shower caddy onto the sink next to you, snapping everyone around you out of their daze staring.

you turned off your phone and looked at him, giving him a toothpaste ridden smile, “hewwo,”

he softens almost instantly, “hi,”

he pulls out his toothbrush and toothpaste. thankfully, it’s easy to hide his frown as he’s brushing his teeth. he’sd glaring at the towel around your waist, eyes narrowing as he sees it gradually going lower and lower due to you not adjusting it in a long time.

he internally sighs in relief when you adjust it before starting your skincare routine. he can so clearly see your muscles flexing and relaxing as you go through the motions of it, feeling a bubbling sense of anger as he realizes that this sight isn’t just for his eyes. as it used to be.

caleb is beginning to think he just hates this entire university experience. why does he have to share you so often?

from then on, he purposefully tries planning that whenever you two take your showers, it’ll be during the least busy hours. hope you enjoy taking either freakishly early or late showers.

— moral of the story is caleb hates sharing you, with anybody, and gets annoyed whenever someone comes in to take your attention away from him.

[caxasy]

can you guys tell i love caleb.

[caxasy]

at the end of caleb’s trailer, you can see him and mc play fighting and then she gets up from his chest (hes laying down on the boat, shes on top of him), but he immediately pulls er back down and into a hug and that is exactly what inspired this today thank u infold for that miniscule detail because it did send me into cardiac arrest.

“caleb! stop!”

the harmony of your guys’ shared laughter echoed in the open space around you. caleb was currently laying on the boat beneath you two, using his evol to keep it steady as the two of you rough housed.

his hands were tickling and digging into your sides, bringing forth an entire bodily reaction from you. laughter, but also jerking away from his invasive touch as you tried holding in your giggling. but caleb wasn’t having any of it. he wanted to hear you laugh. to see your smile, the crinkle in your eye as you finally let get of your laugh.

“course i can’t stop, darling,” he says in a sing song voice, continuing to prod at your side. it seems your self restraint truly collapsed with that last tickle since you collapsed onto his chest right as he dug into your side.

his smile only widened at the feeling of you pressed against him, pulling you in and holding you tight in a hug to feel you even more. the way your breath hit his neck and cheek as you tried regaining control of your breathing from your laughing fit. the way your thighs straddled his, feeling of your muscular chest against his own, as well. your one hand resting on the side of his face as the other propped you up so you wouldn’t be entirely collapsed onto him.

he gave a rough tug to your waist to make sure you were fully pressed against him.

“you’re so mean,” you heave, smacking his chest with your one hand a couple of times, only enciting a chuckle from.

“i made you laugh, that’s all that matters to me,” he confesses easily, grabbing your assailant hand in his and kissing your knuckles with utter swiftness. “if making you laugh is mean, then i guess i’m the villain, baby,”

the petname he uses so gently with you, a smile on his face the entire time he chides you, “don’t need to attack me in order to make me laugh,”

“not attacking, per se,”

“oh, it was very literally attacking. i’m still feeling the pain of your fingers digging into my side, caleb!”

“let me kiss it better then,” a mischievous look is on his face as his hands trail from your thighs to your waist, lifting the hems of your shirt. a spark almost ignites in his eyes as he catches a glimpse of your abdomen, your happy trail making him lick his lips. he was greedy and insatiable when it came to you and your body, you can’t blame him for acting like he was watching something so terribly interesting when he was really just staring at your body.

he loves every bit of you, including your happy trail.

before he could lift your shirt even higher, you smacked his hands away and also sat up off of him.

aware of how far you were from him now, as far as you can get when straddling the lap of someone resting in a row boat, he frowned and immediately grabbed your wrist.

“oh, no, no, no, where do you think you’re going?” he clicks his tongue as he pulls you back down onto his chest, hurriedly kissing your cheek before you could processs it and shove him away. “wanna feel you — don’t move so far,” he kisses your neck, leaving light pecks wherever he can place them.

“so needy,” you tease, but he only hums in confirmation.

“you already know how much i need you, [name], don’t make fun,” he nips your skin faster than you can react, truly resembling an attention starved puppy. begging for attention and love in any way he knows how.

“stay back, caleb,” you laugh once more, feeling his sloppy kisses on your neck.

“hm, no, can’t resist you,” he pulls you in even closer, peppering your face in kisses all over. he chuckles against your skin, cherishing how cute your scrunched up face is. “you’re telling your boyfriend to stay away? you don’t love me, hm?”

you can only yelp as a response because now he’s turning the both of you to lay on your sides.

“you’re like a big baby, y’know that?”

“i’m your baby,” he persists, smiling as he sees you roll your eyes, “and you’re my baby boy,”

his hand goes up to carress your cheek, the tips of his hair playing with your hair, as his thumb grazes itself up and down your soft skin. he’s looking at you as if you are the center of the universe, as if you are the one who hung up the moon and stars. nothing but adoration and love.

seeing his soft expression makes your face heat up, instinctively hiding it in the inside of his arm that was resting beneath your head as a cushioned support. he laughs at your reaction, going to lean in as he rests his forehead against yours.

“i want to experience an infinite amount of springs with you,” he confesses, “want to see you smile like this for as long as i live, want to hold you like forever,” his voice is soft and mellow as he whispers the sweetest words into your ear. “will you let me? let me be selfish and never let you go?” your throat has run dry from bashfulness as you nod, looking up at him from being tucked in his arms. he’s already watching you with a smile.

a dry laugh leaves his lips and he leans in closer, “wouldn’t have taken no for an answer anyway, baby boy, i’m all yours and you’re all mine. forever,” he kisses you gently, tilting your head back to rest in his arm as he presses into you.

it’s slow and sensual, he wants you to feel all of his love and affection for you poured into this one kiss. he moves to maneuver his body to slightly cover your own, legs slotted in between yours and broad shoulders casting a shadow from the sun over your body. the bangs of his hair tickle your face as him hovering above you makes them hang quite low. you both wish that you could stop time in this moment. the serenity of it all was already unbelievable.

he doesn’t pull away from the kiss until it’s necessary for you two. the smile is still present on his face, though. and his hand is still caressing your cheek.

“i love you,” he whispers, biting the inside of his cheek to restrain himself form leaning in for another kiss.

“i love you more, caleb,” the words you share are genuine and sincere, but can only barely scratch the surface of how much you truly care about your devoted lover. words always paled in comparison to the real feeling, the raw emotions that came with being in love with caleb.

but whenever you said those words that felt like they fell short, caleb’s brain always went haywire. while you may think they might not be enough for him to truly understand, he’s too busy feeling the butterflies in his stomach become more rapid, the heat in his face feel scorching, and the smile on his face uncontrollable. honestly, anything you say directed to caleb can make him feel like a little boy approaching his crush for the first time. but whenever you say “i love you” back to him, it really sends him spiraling into a frenzy of emotions.

“don’t think that’s possible, my darling,” he breathes out, leaning in once more and capturing you in another slow, passionate kiss.

and as you two moulded into one another, the outside world began disappearing and turning into a blur. it felt like a dream that neither of you wanted to wake up from. this was as close to perfection as you two could get. no matter where the two of you were, as long as you had each other you’d be happy.

[caxasy]

pinching his cheek- mc i wish i was u oh my GOD

҉ ⁀➷ 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺

╰ 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: SPRING AND FLOWERS

[caxasy]

i miss my baby caleb UGH i just wanna cuddle w my fictional not real boyfriend guys and baby him and be babied by himmmm

[caxasy]

guys i cooked w this wtf

caleb is a pretty crier. the way the tears make his purple hued eyes glisten even brighter, or darker. the way it changes depending on why he’s crying is something you’ve noticed. if he’s crying from pleasure or happiness, his eyes seem to shine brighter, the tears enhancing his colored eyes.

if he’s crying from anger, desperation, or sadness, they grow dim and turn almost black with how dark they become.

either way, he was always pretty with the tears streaming down his face. they’d be so visible to you; going down his cheeks, tracing his jaw, falling down his adam’s apple before disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

unfortunately, whenever he’d be in front of you with tears down his face, your first initial thought would be how pretty he was. then, of course, you’d tend to him with nothing but care and love. cooing at whatever was wrong that made him break down in tears.

however, on the not so rare occasion he didn’t need comforting, but rather a voice of reason calming him down, that’s when caleb was truly at his most beautiful, in your opinion. when he’d be so angry, so jealous, so possessive that tears are streaming down his face. not for himself, but from how hard he’s restraining himself to not go to whoever was spiking up his envy and “taking care” of them.

“do you see what these people do to me?” it’s a rhetorical question, of course all you can do is lend him an ear to hear his tantrum, “i don’t want anyone else near you, but me. you don’t need anyone else, but me,” the angry tears make his eyes darker. “you don’t need them. tell me you don’t, tell me you don’t need them,” he repeats it a couple more times, words practically slurring together as he presses his forehead against yours, eye contact still being maintained.

“i don’t need them,” he whimpers at your confirmation, eyelids fluttering shut and allowing the tears that were gathering on his waterline to be released. they drip onto your skin, but you let them soak in, not daring to wipe them away.

you lean up ever so slightly, kissing his tears and tasting the saltiness of them with a small smile on your face, “don’t need anyone but you, caleb,”

“say it again,” he groans, arms lifting to be on either side of your head as he cages you in. you breathe in his cologne as you move so your whispering right into his ear everything he needs to hear. your hand goes up from his stomach, pressing ever so lightly to make his breathing ragged, to his chest, to his neck, before finally resting on his jaw.

“i’m yours,” you hear him whimper as you lightly squeeze his face, “and you’re mine,”

“that’s right,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “you don’t belong with anyone else, but me. you promise me it’s going to stay like this forever?” he’s speaking through gritted teeth, sounding almost angry. but you know him better. know that he’s speaking from a place of desperation, not anger.

“i promise, caleb,” you coo, affectionately rubbing your thumb up and down his cheek. he reacts well to your touch, nuzzling into your palm and even kissing your skin so softly you’d think you were made of porcelain.

“i’ll be whoever you want me to be, i’ll do whatever you want me to do — just don’t leave me.” his words are ragged, new tears springing to his eyes again. he grabs your wrist, fingers trailing upward and holding your hand in his as he presses you further into the wall.

his hips are against yours the moment your pressed to the hard surface, keeping you there and unable to escape. not that you wanted to, you quite liked being in this position. caleb trapping you, making it physically impossible to leave him.

as his head ducked down into your neck, wetting it with his tears and kisses, you could only smirk in satisfaction. having caleb so vulnerable, so emotional in front of you always brought a smile to your face. he was never one for hiding his feelings, anyway. but to know you invoke such a strong reaction in him to the point he falls into tears; regardless of it being from envy or joy, it will always bring a smile onto your face.

[caxasy]

guys the new event traiker......the caleb thoughts running through my head rn.....

[caxasy]

caleb is a pretty crier. the way the tears make his purple hued eyes glisten even brighter, or darker. the way it changes depending on why he’s crying is something you’ve noticed. if he’s crying from pleasure or happiness, his eyes seem to shine brighter, the tears enhancing his colored eyes.

if he’s crying from anger, desperation, or sadness, they grow dim and turn almost black with how dark they become.

either way, he was always pretty with the tears streaming down his face. they’d be so visible to you; going down his cheeks, tracing his jaw, falling down his adam’s apple before disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

unfortunately, whenever he’d be in front of you with tears down his face, your first initial thought would be how pretty he was. then, of course, you’d tend to him with nothing but care and love. cooing at whatever was wrong that made him break down in tears.

however, on the not so rare occasion he didn’t need comforting, but rather a voice of reason calming him down, that’s when caleb was truly at his most beautiful, in your opinion. when he’d be so angry, so jealous, so possessive that tears are streaming down his face. not for himself, but from how hard he’s restraining himself to not go to whoever was spiking up his envy and “taking care” of them.

“do you see what these people do to me?” it’s a rhetorical question, of course all you can do is lend him an ear to hear his tantrum, “i don’t want anyone else near you, but me. you don’t need anyone else, but me,” the angry tears make his eyes darker. “you don’t need them. tell me you don’t, tell me you don’t need them,” he repeats it a couple more times, words practically slurring together as he presses his forehead against yours, eye contact still being maintained.

“i don’t need them,” he whimpers at your confirmation, eyelids fluttering shut and allowing the tears that were gathering on his waterline to be released. they drip onto your skin, but you let them soak in, not daring to wipe them away.

you lean up ever so slightly, kissing his tears and tasting the saltiness of them with a small smile on your face, “don’t need anyone but you, caleb,”

“say it again,” he groans, arms lifting to be on either side of your head as he cages you in. you breathe in his cologne as you move so your whispering right into his ear everything he needs to hear. your hand goes up from his stomach, pressing ever so lightly to make his breathing ragged, to his chest, to his neck, before finally resting on his jaw.

“i’m yours,” you hear him whimper as you lightly squeeze his face, “and you’re mine,”

“that’s right,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “you don’t belong with anyone else, but me. you promise me it’s going to stay like this forever?” he’s speaking through gritted teeth, sounding almost angry. but you know him better. know that he’s speaking from a place of desperation, not anger.

“i promise, caleb,” you coo, affectionately rubbing your thumb up and down his cheek. he reacts well to your touch, nuzzling into your palm and even kissing your skin so softly you’d think you were made of porcelain.

“i’ll be whoever you want me to be, i’ll do whatever you want me to do — just don’t leave me.” his words are ragged, new tears springing to his eyes again. he grabs your wrist, fingers trailing upward and holding your hand in his as he presses you further into the wall.

his hips are against yours the moment your pressed to the hard surface, keeping you there and unable to escape. not that you wanted to, you quite liked being in this position. caleb trapping you, making it physically impossible to leave him.

as his head ducked down into your neck, wetting it with his tears and kisses, you could only smirk in satisfaction. having caleb so vulnerable, so emotional in front of you always brought a smile to your face. he was never one for hiding his feelings, anyway. but to know you invoke such a strong reaction in him to the point he falls into tears; regardless of it being from envy or joy, it will always bring a smile onto your face.

[caxasy]

Forgive me father for I am about to yap 🙏. I just wanted to talk about my thought process when it came to the ask I sent for Caleb. I don't play the game but I love seeing the memes and art from the fandom. One thing I've seen is seeing male players talk about being judged/attacked (for lack of a better term) for playing LADS. Most of the arguments I see being "This is an otome game" or "the boys aren't gay" seeing those comments I thought "Why don't I take these comments and use them as the basis for an angst scenario. And bringing China's LGBT censorship gave me the idea of "What if because of how they were raised what if Caleb was repressed and didn't know he also had an attraction to men". I also took from my own experience from when I was in the closet and seeing other guys interact with each other and sort of based Caleb in this scenario off that behavior. His environment taught him to have an aversion to anything queer so instead lingering on any complicated feelings he could have for male reader he clung to the one person that gave him a sense of normalcy with what he was feeling, mc. For people who know me at first glance or at a superficial level I very much lean into comedy and it may make me seem a lil childish but my creativity allows me to think on uncomfortable topics with the grace they deserve and lead to create apparently really enjoyable ideas!

Tldr: Instead of doing a funny teehee haha like I usually do, I wanted to think more critically of what could be an enjoyable LADS fic idea ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

It's the INFP in me.

yap is always welcome dont fret (id also put the praying hand emoji but im currently on desktop so </3)

i wanna really quickly address a point you brought up, about male players/men playing lads and the way the community treats that. not really talking specifically about what you said, but something pertaining to it. this ask actually gives me an opportunity to say something that i lowk have been wanting to sayyyy omg. anyway onto my point. (i’m also not directly addressing you when i’m writing this, i’m speaking just more so generally/whoever reads this) as far as i know, the lads community doesn’t ostracize the men who plays lads, i mean i haven’t seen it and i’d rather nto immediately assume that all fem players would be mean and say these things LOL. but i do know a lot of fem players complain about seeing men ask for the game to be gay, or for there to be a male mc. and i understand where they are coming from, to an extent. this is, i think probably since mystic messenger, the most in depth lore driven otome game that has come out in a while WITH also really stunning graphics, designs, art, etc. so i can understand the frustration of; why can’t we have this one good thing for ourselves?

but what i don’t get is spinning the narrative so aggressively to say “the love interests aren’t gay!!!” which i get why they are saying that, it is an otome game, the love interests are men and the mc is a woman lmao, but the way i see so many fem players drive that point so deeply and so repeatedly is kind of overkill? i want to phrase this carefully so i’m cleaerly understood, but sometimes it can come across angry that male reader/male players even exist in the space, ykwim? like why are you playing my heterosexual otome game, this isn’t a space for you….when it’s like, queer people are going to be in every space known ot man, since queer people exist in literally every community. obviously this is NOT all lads fem players, it’s just some of the ones ive seen on the internet that talk about male players in the fandom are so angry ? and hostile. and obviously, if male players are making spaces uncomfortable, where the only example i could think of is insisting and constantly asking for there be an official, playable male mc (i don’t agree with that sentiment btw), then fem players have the right to tell that individual, hey this is not the place for that, this is not the space for that etc.

but generally speaking, queer people can be apart of any community and exist in it, peacefully and non-maliciously ofc as anyone should, and it shouldn’t be a problem? again im not saying that all fem lads players are rude and want male players to jump off a cliff LMAO i am NOT saying that. i just think, wasting energy on telling the nonmalicious male players to get out of the fandom/this is not the space for us is seriously … a waste of energy as i said LOL anyway now IM THE ONE YAPPING, it was just something i’ve been thinking about because i’ve seen so many tiktoks as of late really driving that point “the love interests aren’t gay!!!” so aggressively to male players….

like we are all here to admire the pretty pixelated men, why are we all over generalizing and fighting each other T.T

also your thought processing in creating that idea and ask is truly something so interesting and smth i love doing too, like applying real life situation and reactions and possibly creating fic ideas with that. because, obviously, instances like that truly do happen and i think showing that experience through fanfictoin can seriously open the minds of anyone who reads said fanfics. it’s also super humane of a response of what you’re describing, making the fanfiction even more dimensional and relatable.

ok yap session over, sorry. also if i phrased anything oddly or i came across in a weird way, please just lmk and i’ll try clarifying what i mean since i dont think im completely articulate rn (runnin on no sleep + brain fried from doing my humongous assignment through the night)

[caxasy]

where are my freakkssss at (im writing a dacryphilia-esque thingy for pretty crier caleb n his freak bf thats into it (aka you the reader)