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Ok this is what I mean when I say I want two boyfriends and I want my boyfriends to be boyfriends

Image credit @c0axyz on Twitter (it will always be Twitter for me)

@ravenclaw-jojo @laddelulu30 @brekkersgf ya get me

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a couple of beautiful moments of the trailer

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I'm literally SO obsessed with your cheater Caleb au. Love your writing! Just wanna know, are you planning on releasing a part 3? Or maybe some other stories ur planning on?

I've been writing for 'part 3' but it'll more likely be a small drabble and not a full chapter.

As for future fics, i definitely have some things drafted....stoner!caleb for sure #needthat, been thinking about writing on Xavier as well as they're both my mains, but for sure i'll be putting out more stuff <3 ty for liking my work!

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mdni. explicit sexual content. streetracer!caleb x rival!female reader

streetracer!caleb who saw red the moment you cut him off at the end of the race and stole the win like it was nothing. didn’t matter that you rode for whatever gang would pay you. didn’t matter that you disappeared right after. all he remembered was the flash of your taillights and that cocky smirk you threw over your shoulder. he’s been chasing you ever since.

streetracer!caleb who finally sees you again, leaning against a busted bumper from your previous race like you owned the ground he walked on. you were talking slick with grease on your hands and heat in your smile. he should be furious. instead, his mouth is dry and his pants are tight.

streetracer!caleb who can’t stop eyeing you. and your bumper. mostly you. he knows he should walk away, but instead, he ends up circling your busted ride, jaw clenched, voice low as he mutters, “you’re gonna kill yourself on a run if you don’t fix this.” and when you ask if he’s offering to help, his silence says everything.

streetracer!caleb who watches you win again—this time against one of his own—and it pisses him off. not because you’re better, but because it turns him on. you drive like a devil and smile like a sinner. every time you touch your car, he’s thinking about what else you could handle like that.

streetracer!caleb who caught one of your sponsors hanging around the pit before a race and nearly lost it. “that your new money maker, sweetheart? or do you just let anyone under your hood?” his voice is calm, deadly, but his hand flexes like it’s aching to shove the guy off the map. you just smile and tell him to focus on not losing again.

streetracer!caleb who races better angry, and nothing pisses him off more than seeing you smile at someone who isn’t him.

streetracer!caleb who jerks off in the shower after every run in with you, forehead pressed to the tile, teeth grit, muttering your name like he hates it. and he does. he hates how much he wants you. how every moan in his head sounds like yours. how sometimes, when he’s close, he imagines you calling his name just to wreck himself even more.

streetracer!caleb who tells himself it’s just tension. just heat. just rivalry. but the way his hands shake after he sees you race in other crew’s colors, the way he grips the wheel imagining your thighs wrapped around his waist—he knows better.

streetracer!caleb who kisses you like he’s starving once you finally break. after weeks of bickering, eye fucking, half threats and breathless moments. when you finally grab his jaw and yank him in he groans into your mouth like he’s waited his whole goddamn life for this.

streetracer!caleb who fucks you in his backseat with the windows fogged up and your panties shoved into his pocket like a trophy. who says “you wanted a rematch? here’s your fucking prize.” as he presses your knees to your chest and makes you cum around his fingers before he even gives you his cock.

streetracer!caleb who talks you through every orgasm like he’s worshipping you. “that’s it, baby. just like that. you’re takin’ me so well. never seen someone so perfect fall apart this hard.” his voice is velvet over gravel, low and hungry, like he’s falling apart right with you but refuses to stop until you’re ruined.

streetracer!caleb who doesn’t look you in the eyes right after, because if he does, he’ll lose. not the race. not the war. he’ll lose himself in you.

a/n: yall im wet as fuck rn... im writing sylus' full streetracer fic but best believe caleb's is next

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Contact High

HAII this is my first time trying creative writing so i apolgize for the pacing i tried my best so pls be nice!!

Tags: College AU!, Caleb x fem!reader, comfort fic, possessive thoughts, drug use, swearing, smut!!

(also let me know if there are any other tags I should add!!) and the playlist is a lil something i put tg and listened to while writing!!

12:47 a.m. That’s what the clock reads when I finally look up from my phone. First night of spring break, and I’ve spent it bedrotting and doomscrolling instead of studying—fully aware exam season is lurking just around the corner.

I sigh, peeling myself off the bed, and wander downstairs for a glass of water. That’s when I saw him.

Through the kitchen window above the sink, out on the back patio deck, sits Caleb. A black hoodie pulled low over his head, his face dimly lit by the flicker of a lighter as he shields the flame from the late March breeze. A blunt rests between his lips.

My Caleb.

He’s smoking? Since when does he do that? Is this his first time?

He checks his phone absentmindedly, the glow illuminating the underside of his face. For a second, I just watch him; at least 3 minutes pass like that, with me watching him scroll through whatever has his attention on his phone, smoking like it’s just another night. All I can wonder is, how long has he been smoking? When did he start smoking? Who taught him how to roll a blunt? The thought of him smoking out girls at parties or in his dorm at the DAA creeps into my mind.

I forcefully slide the back patio door open, suddenly feeling enraged by my own thoughts. Caleb jumps a little, surprised by the noise, and sees me standing there. He gives me a look of a kid who just got caught doing something they aren't supposed to.

"Shit, Pipsqueak, you scared me," he says with a smile tugging at his lips, and sets the blunt down onto the ashtray in front of him. "Since when do you smoke?" I say, pulling his hood down and crossing my arms, the irritation in my voice undeniable. “Why are you mad?” Caleb asks, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his lap. He smells like weed and cologne, his eyes red and his lids heavy from the high. "`You ask like I just committed a crime," answering my previous question. "I don’t do it that often, just… when my brain won’t shut up," he continues.

"So you're out here smoking alone? And what's keeping your mind racing this late anyway?" My eyes flicker to his phone; I can’t help but wonder if someone at school—a girl— is influencing my Caleb.

“Pipsqueak, relax,” he says, voice low. He seems to pick up on it immediately. He always does; Caleb could always just read me like that. He runs a hand slowly down my leg like he’s trying to calm whatever displeasing thoughts were buzzing under my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Yeah, uh… guess I didn’t expect to get caught by you, of all people." He scratches his head a bit, clearly trying to play it off, but embarrassed from being caught red-handed. "So you are embarrassed." Unable to resist teasing him in a state like this. “A little." He says, tips of his ears visibly red, "I mean—you’re like the one person I didn’t wanna see me like this.”

A dull pang of guilt settles in my chest.

He didn’t say it in a way that was defensive or ashamed—just honest. Like he really cared what I thought. And for some reason, that hits me harder than I expect.

“Why won’t you try taking a hit? It’ll be fun,” he suggests, leaning in a little, eyes still low. “Let me show you how to let go for a second."

It wouldn't kill me to try it once, right? Plus, I'm with Caleb, and he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.

Sensing I’m close to giving in, he grins just a bit wider. “There she is,” he murmurs, reaching for the blunt. He relights it, it had gone out sitting untouched in the ashtray—and brings it to my lips.

“Just breathe in slowly,” he says softly. “I got you.” The first inhale burns. I cough—hard. Caleb lets out a quiet laugh, clearly amused. “Damn, Pipsqueak,” He pats my back, his palm warm through the thin fabric of my shirt "I didn't think you'd hit it that hard" "Holy shit, do you get use to that?' I asked in between smaller coughs. Lungs still stinging from the smoke, his touch lingers, his hand gently rubbing in slow circles. Comforting. Casual. Except it’s not, not to me. "Eventually," He says

Goosebumps race down my spine as he takes the blunt back, fingers twisting the ends of my hair—almost absentminded. The closeness wouldn’t usually faze me, but it feels different now. Caleb takes another hit and turns his head away to not blow the smoke in my face.

Maybe it’s how his shoulders have filled out in the past year. Or maybe it’s Tara, my dormmate, constantly pestering me about how I need to catch a dick.

She was always saying things like, "How have you been living with a guy that hot and haven't jumped him in the laundry room already?" I always rolled my eyes, swore it wasn’t like that. But now?

Now he's sitting here with smoke curling out of his lips, his hoodie riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin and the faint line of his happy trail disappearing beneath his waistband, twisting my hair between his fingers like it’s a habit, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. And now I can’t stop noticing how his hand looks resting on my thigh—bigger, steady, and familiar, but not in the way it used to be.

I can feel my heart start to race after this realization, but I'll blame it on the THC entering my bloodstream before I acknowledge my attraction to my childhood best friend. “You’ve changed,” I mumble before I can stop myself.

Caleb raises a brow, exhaling smoke as he glances over at me. “That a good thing or a bad thing?” "I don't know," I admit, a bit too honestly. He gives me a look I can't quite decipher. "Tara's been getting to you, hasn't she?" My head shoots up to give him a look. “Shut up.” “I’m right, though,” he grins, all smug and a little too satisfied with himself. “She’s been planting ideas in that pretty head of yours.” His hand trails up from my back to massage my neck as he offers the blunt back to me.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I take it from him and confidently take another hit. He laughs softly, eyes still on me. “Look at you, getting high with me on the back porch like we’re in a coming-of-age movie.” I look away, trying to hide the blush that found its way to my face, but he can feel the heat creep up my neck anyway.

His fingers find the ends of my hair again, rolling a curl around his knuckle. This used to feel safe. Simple. But now... with his thigh pressed against mine and that look in his eyes...

I feel a heat start to build between my legs, and I shift awkwardly, squeezing them together in a weak attempt to ease the tension. Sitting in Caleb’s lap definitely isn’t helping physically or otherwise. He picks up on this, too. "Are you uncomfortable?" voice low but cautious, like he’s not sure if he should move or stay perfectly still.

“No,” I say, maybe too quickly. “just... adjusting.” He raises a brow “adjusting, huh?” “Don’t start,” I mumble, face flushed. He chuckles under his breath, teasing me. His hand settles lightly on my hips, fingers flexing just a little like he’s testing the waters.

“I mean if you wanna get up,” he says, quieter now. “You can.”

I don’t move. “You want me to?” I ask, in almost a whisper. His grip on my hips tightens just slightly—not enough to hold me there, but enough to say I don’t want you to. “No,” he says finally, voice rougher than before. “Not really.”

He takes another hit from the blunt—just a stub now—and something reckless stirs in me, probably fueled by my high or my jealousy issues. Or maybe it's the way I’m suddenly aching, clenching my thighs against the growing tension low in my belly.

Before I can even process it, I shift to straddle Caleb, now fully facing him, heart pounding in my throat. I can feel him—his clothed erection brushing perfectly against my core, sending a sharp wave of heat through me.

“Shit,” he mutters, his hand instinctively moving to my thighs. “What're you doing, Pipsqueak?” I don’t give an answer, I just reach for the blunt, and bring it to my lips. One long, slow inhale.

His eyes go wide, pupils blown and glossy. “Fuckk,” he breathes. And before he can say anything else, I cup his face in my hands, leaning in, and exhaling the smoke into his mouth, lips barely brushing. Caleb inhales the smoke like it’s second nature.

His hands slide higher, gripping my hips firmly, and he pulls me down against him—my whole body pulses at the contact, heart thudding so loud now I’m sure he can hear it.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice raspy from the smoke. “You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.” I bridge the gap between our lips and kiss him passionately, throwing my arms around his neck to pull us closer together. The blunt falls somewhere forgotten behind me as I grip his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered.

His lips are warm and a little dry from the blunt, and I can still taste the smoke on his lips. Caleb makes a soft sound in his throat, almost like a groan, and pulls me in tighter. His fingers dig into my hips, not hard, just enough to ground us both like he needs proof this is really happening. I feel the muscles in his thighs tense beneath me, feel the way his body presses up into mine.

The high makes everything feel softer but heavier. More intense. I can’t even tell if I’m breathing too fast or not at all.

His lips leave mine only to trail kisses along my jaw, then lower, stopping to whisper against my neck, “You’re driving me insane, Pipsqueak.”

Good.

If I could climb inside his skin, I would. I love that no one else gets to see this version of Caleb—the real him—the Caleb who laughs when I say something dumb, the Caleb who treats every bump and bruise like he’s my personal doctor. The one who lets me crawl into his bed after a nightmare and never says a word about it the next morning. The one that’s mine, even if neither of us has said it out loud..

Dragging him impossibly closer as I kiss him deeper, rougher, until our teeth bump and his breath shudders against my lips. His tongue slides against mine, and I groan into his.

I grind against him again, slowly, deliberately. Feeling just how hard he is, cock barely restrained by the thin fabric of his basketball shorts. Caleb's hands find their way under my shirt now, cupping my breast, and I arch into him shamelessly. His thumbs brush across my nipples a few times, now stiff under his fingers. I bite back a gasp, burying my face into his neck. The scent of smoke and skin feeling familiar and dizzying all at once.

“You feel so fucking good, baby” he mutters, voice rough and half-broken, and I can feel the tension in him—he’s holding himself back. His hands move down, gripping my ass, guiding me to rock against him again. Faster this time. Harder. “You don’t even know,” he says, the words thick with need.

I smile, just barely, drunk on power and weed and him. “Then show me.” He kisses me again, my hips rolling on instinct, chasing the friction that has my head spinning and my toes curling.

Neither of us says a word, but everything is loud—the sound of our breath, the low hum of music still leaking from his phone speaker, the rustle of fabric, the creak of the patio chair beneath us.

Every time his hips push up to meet mine, it gets harder to stay quiet. He drags my shirt higher, mouthing at my collarbone, then lower, lips grazing the top of my chest, leaving heat in his wake, he groans into my skin.

“You’re mine,” I whisper without meaning to.

Caleb pauses for just a second, breathing hard against my chest. “Yours,” he repeats, voice rough and low. “All fucking yours.”

My breath hitches, the words settling deep inside, and I kiss him again. ike I’m trying to brand the taste of him into my mouth. Our rhythm slips into something more desperate, more frantic. My hips grind down harder, slower, dragging out the friction that’s quickly unraveling me. His cock presses up, stiff and hot through his shorts, perfectly aligned against the ache between my thighs

Caleb’s hands slip beneath my ass, kneading the soft flesh, using his grip to control the movement—rolling his hips up to meet every grind of mine. I moan into his mouth before I can stop myself, and he swallows the sound like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Fuck, Pipsqueak,” he breathes against my lips, voice wrecked and loving. “You’re so wet—I can feel you through everything.”

“You gonna come like this?” he whispers, lips brushing mine. “Right here, on my lap, just from grinding on me?”

I nod, barely managing the motion, my whole body trembling with how close I am. “Caleb—” I gasp, digging my fingers into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor me.

“I got you,” he says, holding me tighter, pressing his forehead to mine again. “I’ve always got you.”

I roll my hips once more, and everything in me goes white-hot, crashing and clenching around nothing but need. I moan into his neck as the orgasm rolls over me, wracking my body with shivers and aftershocks.

Caleb holds me through it, never letting go, murmuring something against my temple—something I can’t quite hear over the pounding in my chest, but I feel it. Every word. Every touch.

When I finally come down, still trembling in his lap, he pulls me close, pressing a lazy kiss to my cheek. His hand strokes my back in slow, steady circles, grounding me again.

“You’re really not getting up now,” he says with a crooked grin, voice hoarse and smug.

And I don’t want to.

Not tonight. Not ever.

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Stretching with Caleb🍎🌚

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words can't explain how badly i love it when caleb's freak is matched in fics.

cause me, personally? his behavior is not new, baby get in shotgun with the rest of the obsessively possessive characters i'm insane about in the backseats. i will match his freak. dare i say OUTDO his freak.

he wants to lock us up to keep us safe, to keep us his, to completely eliminate any and all possible threats? dude, his fried chicken is fucking bomb. and he's rich. and handsome. and buff. and soooo hot. he's our childhood friend who's done everything for us, dedicated his entire being to making sure we're kept safe and content, literally built his personality to perfectly slot into ours and you're saying....no? you'd have to rip me away from the door of his house with how long i would never come out of it.

he's freaky in bed? even better!! whatever he wants to do is fine, as long as it's reciprocated. he wants to fuck doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, any and every position for how many hours because he's stressed? missed you after he came back from a week-long mission? got horny from seeing your bite-ridden thighs walking around the house? sure, fine, a great time — and now you have him on the bed, writhing with every lick you give to his oversensitive cock. he's panting out your name, wanting to be consumed by your touch as much as he wants to drown you in his, and you take full advantage of this.

you remember how he was able to cuff you 4 days ago and edge you until you were crying and begging for release, and give him the exact same treatment. if he resists? well, he can't ever say no when you look up at him with those wide eyes, pressing your chest against his, and shit, was that a lace bralette peeking out from under your shirt- before he knows it, he's being led away by you with a hazy, dreamy look on his face. he's fucking whipped.

tldr; caleb is a character made for freaks like me. i love him so much

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Here is my submission for the Fallen Cosmos fan art contest. I hope you all enjoy it 😉✨

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caleb used the power of puppy dog eyes!!! its very effective!!!

iykyk this vid lol

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"How many more?"

Alright guys, this is part two to the toxic au! thank you for the amazing response to the first part, i'm glad you guys liked it, definitely something different ig when it comes to the yearning and love sick caleb lol.

(18+, smut, slapping (deserved lol), dirty talking, slight degration? angst)

“Pipsqueak, open the fucking door before I break it open myself.” You could hear Caleb’s teeth grinding behind the door to your apartment, along with the bangs of his fists. Immediately you rush towards the door, swinging it open. He was there standing tall in all his fury, his eyes? No longer the sweet purple and kind irises, no definitely not. Now? Pure solid anger looking right back at you. Caleb quickly charged at you, slamming the door behind him while his other hand gripped onto your right wrist, tugging you towards him.

“Zayne? Really?” He panted against your face. 

“Yeah and what is to you, not the one fucking multiple whores on campus. How the fuck do you even know?” A grunt leaves your lips as his grip tightens around your wrist, his hand completely covering it as he kept you flush against him in place.

“Didn’t you fucking hear me? I told you I see everything, pipsqueak.” His hand let go of your wrist, bringing it up to cradle the side of your face. Brushing a couple of loose strands of your hair away. “Dumb little girl, you think that cute bracelet I made you wouldn’t come in handy? I see and hear, everything.” His tone low and cold, barely in a whisper. Now sneaking his arm around the small of your waist. You broke out of his gaze, glancing down at the sleek black bracelet he had gotten you for your birthday. You didn’t think much of it then, it was for sure more up Caleb’s alley than yours, but you still accepted it because it was something from him, and it reminded you of him whenever you looked at it. 

“So you spy on me now?” You snort back, giving him a slight push at his chest but he doesn’t budge, not even a blink. “Shut the fuck up, not here to talk about me. Is this how you’re lowering yourself now? Fucking Zayne out of spite to me? Or is it that you’re that desperate to jump on another dick besides mine?” Caleb spits through his teeth, utterly stabbing you through the heart, more so cutting deep into your long years of your friendship.

SMACK!

Your hand came down across his left cheek without any hesitation, you could hardly recognize who the hell was in front of you, it was past the point of any reconciliation or for him to beg for forgiveness. You watched how his head tilted at the smack of your hand, his eyes glaring up at yours, his own hand coming up to soothe the sting but it’s no use, shocked at your reaction but he knew he had it coming after what slipped out his tongue. Caleb’s hands quickly come at your waist, crashing his lips against yours in a rough and desperate kiss, groaning into his mouth as your hands firmly press down onto his chest, trying to push him away but he remains, quickly winning you over as his tongue slips into your mouth, like putty melting into his touch. The kiss rough and sloppy as strings of saliva connect both of your lips every time he pulls back for air.

“I’ll make you eat your damn words…regret every second you spent moaning for him, you know damn well he could never come close to me, to this.” Caleb groans into your mouth in a promise, sliding his hand down from your waist to the back of your thighs, tightly gripping them before lifting you up into his arms with such ease. Tossing you onto the couch before he fits himself between your legs, his hands pushing your skirt and panties down in one firm tug. His eyes zeroing at your core, still slightly damp from your previous fuck with Zayne. A growl leaves him, and he doesn’t know if that turns him on or angers him more. Caleb could give two fucks about giving you foreplay, spend time teasing you. No, he was going to fuck you. Determined to ruin you all completely. You hear the sound of his zipper come down and without a warning, he plunges his cock into your wet aching hole, and of course he slips in so easily. A smirk forms at his lip as he watches your eyes roll back white, he knew at the end of the day his dick is the one you wanted. Caleb’s pace relentless from the start, deep and quick, pounding you into the couch.

“You--you fucking asshole.” You grit through your teeth, trying to hold back a moan as his cock deliciously drives in and out of your cunt. “God…I hate you.” 

“Oh I’m sure you hate me…i’m sure you fucking do, that’s why you’re getting my dick all fucking wet huh?” He teases you as his grin grows at his lips, his hands reaching down to pull your legs up, letting them hang at his shoulders before letting his weight down on you leaving you breathless. There was no way you could suppress your moans any longer, feeling Caleb much deeper in the position he had you in. 

“No--not as wet as I got him.” You spit back.

“You still won’t shut that mouth huh? Always bitching about something but never moaning enough for my cock.” He grunts, Caleb’s hips keeping their momentum, fast and hard as he reaches your panties from the floor. With his index finger and thumb he forces your mouth open, shoving your cotton panties into your mouth, letting your moans get muffled. Watching through your heavy lidded eyes, you make up the smirk that forms at his lips. Completely satisfied at the sight that he could salivate, a mental picture for later. 

“Cmon baby, say how much you hate me now…say it.” Caleb mumbles through his groans, pushing his cock deeper into you, wanting to bury himself in you, wanting to leave his mark in you, to make you know no one…absolutely no one could fill you the way he does. Letting out a teasing and a mocking chuckle as he only hears your muffled whimpers and moans, loving every second of it. “Mm..so pretty for me, filled with my cock…stuffed with your panties. Fuck--None of those girls could take me the way you do baby, none.” 

Caleb absolutely had you in a trance, moaning his name repeatedly like it was the only thing you knew. The sounds of your slick cunt welcoming him in filling the silence of your living room along with the creaks of your couch beneath the both of you. Tiny stars surrounding your gaze every time you’d look up at him through your lashes, and god did he love that look on you. Wrecked and all dick drunk for him, he could almost fill you to the brim right then and there, but not yet. His fingers pull the panties out your mouth, tossing them somewhere across the room, the aching need to feel and consume your noises winning Caleb over.

His lips captured yours in a deep and needy kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, savoring the taste of your mouth as if it were the last time, which in a way he knew it was and he hated it. The realization hitting him like a ton of bricks, wanting to slow down time but he also felt himself close. The way your warm velvety walls tightened around him, your pussy fitting his dick perfectly as he continued his thrusts. “Please…please i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” Caleb begged into your ear, sneaking his arms beneath your back as he clings onto you. The sounds of your needy cries and whimpers pushing him closer to his own release. “I don’t deserve you--shit… i’m close.” The tone of his voice filled with need and desperation, desperate to keep you in his arms, just his alone. 

Hearing his pleads, your eyes began to well up. Your vision blurry while tears rolled down your cheeks, the direction of your emotions going everywhere. Feeling so good with the man that drove you to insanity, pushing all the right buttons yet this is the same man who could rip your heart out into a million pieces. All you could do was cling to him, digging your nails into the flesh of his back, dragging them down as you leave your last mark on him as your orgasm hits you. Moaning out his name like the countless times you have done before, your body arching towards his. Feeling the way his hands travel down to your waist holding you pressed down against the bed. 

“That’s my girl…let go, let me feel everything.”  He murmurs against your cheek.

Asshole, I was never yours…not even once.

Not even five thrusts after you came, Caleb spills himself into you. Painting your walls white with his seed. He came so much that you felt how it began to leak out of you, making a mess on the fabric of the cushions of the couch. The both of you panting heavily, savoring the aftershocks of your orgasms, Caleb’s breath tickling the skin of your neck while your breath hit the shell of his ear. As he pulls his head out the crook of your neck, Caleb’s eyes take your tears into notice but  he remain silent, gently stroking the wet skin from your cheek dry with his thumb. He could hear this own heart thudding against his chest, seein you like this completely broke him, he fucked up.

He fucked you over, and for what? His own selfishness? Ten minute quickies? A friendship of almost 20 years down the drain. And now? The possibility of being together vanished before his eyes. 

“Hey…I love--” 

“Don’t. Don’t say you love me, Caleb. We’re done…whatever this was…it’s done.” You say quietly, holding back the knot that forms at your throat. Your hands graze at his chest as you push him off you, quickly slipping your panties and skirt on, not bothering to look at him one last time you force yourself down the hall of your apartment. 

Caleb could hear the sobs of your cries behind your bedroom, it pained him and all he could do was stare straight down at his hands, broken. He had no one but himself to blame. He quickly dressed himself up, his eyes glancing around as he takes your place in one last time, everything had your touch. The slightly wilted flowers by your kitchen, the throw blanket by the couch in your favorite color, and all the plushies you kept that he’d win you at the fair. Savoring your unique scent one last time, trying to engrave it in his body and keep a piece of you. Reluctantly his feet lead him to your door, slipping the dogtag you once gifted him off his neck, gently placing it down against the dresser by your door

…in hopes that one day, you’ll return it back.

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GETTING FINGERED BY YOUR STREAMER ROOMMATE ?!

pairing. Caleb x f!reader

cw. fingering you on a live stream, possessiveness, jealousy

a/n. horny 4 him again lol & not proof read !!!

streamer!Caleb who let you be his roommate for time being because you didn't have a place to stay, and he wasn't complaining. though, he didnt think much of it, but it was a huge distraction to his streaming side job.

streamer!Caleb who was currently live streaming as you were cooking in the kitchen. Caleb was talking to his chat as he leaned back on his chair, his bored eyes glance at the chat and to his second monitor with a wallpaper of you.

streamer!Caleb whose expression immediately changed when you walked in the room and gave him a plate of food, a small smile formed on his lips as he carefully took the plate from you, and god, he needed to kiss you, bad.

streamer!Caleb whose eyes landed on the chat and a certain someone said something that immediately changed his mood. Caleb’s eyes darkened as he silently read what the idiot dared to ask for–his girl’s number. he kept the username in mind, for later, of course.

streamer!Caleb who decided to try to ignore the angry thoughts rushing through him and continued the stream per usual. but an hour passed and the troll was back at it again, asking to see you again. Caleb quietly scowled at the screen as the troll continued to pester him with dumbass questions.

streamer!Caleb who clenched his fist when he couldn't handle the questions anymore, "you want to see her? want her number, huh?" Caleb teased and leaned his head back before he called you into his room.

streamer!Caleb who immediately wrapped his fingers around your waist before you pulling you to his lap as he angled the camera at the perfect spot. Caleb's fingers trailed under your tiny skirt as he hiked up the fabric revealing more of you each second.

streamer!Caleb who rests his chin on your shoulder as he stares at the chat, the troll still unfazed as he continued to shower you with praises and unnecessary compliments. with one hand, Caleb gripped on your thighs with an aggressive manner and with the other he slid your panties down.

"Caleb?" you whisper, grabbing onto the sides of his chair, and before you knew it, your panties fell slid down your legs and plopped on the ground. Caleb let out a quiet, amused chuckle before his fingers rested against your twitchy clit.

"what is it, pipsqueak?" his teasing voice soothed against your ears, Caleb rubbed small circles against your clit and you let out a whine, squirming beneath him. Caleb glanced at the chat and the troll's comments started to end up more degrading.

"y'see this?" Caleb whispered, slipping a finger in your soaking cunt, the movements from his one finger working so well inside you almost made you cum at the spot, which also made you grip on his chair even tighter.

a low unsteady moan escaped your lips and you buck your hips the slightest and thats when you felt Calebs boner poke against your ass. Caleb told you to stay put before he slid another finger inside you.

"how're you feelin'? both of you." Caleb asked you, and the idiot in the chat. you whimpered and nodded quickly in response while the troll in the stream just sent a '...' in response.

"still want that number?" Caleb teased.

"go on pipsqueak, tell him your number."

Caleb's fingers curled inside you and you shamelessly listen to him as you started reciting the first three digits of your number. Caleb laughs and continues to senselessly fucks your cunt with his fingers.

"silly girl."

before you could get to the next three digits, Caleb leaned in and ended the stream, continuing to finger you on his lap.

"cale– 'm gonna cum!" you gasp, riding out your orgasm on his fingers. Caleb nodded and rested his forehead against your shoulder. a wave of pleasure rushed through you when you felt the white mixture pool down your pussy.

streamer!Caleb who carried you to the bed and climbed on top of you, his necklace dangling above your face before he leaned in and planted small kisses along your face.

"we're not done."

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"Need saving?"

SPIDERMAN!CALEB: Skyhaven's Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman

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he lived, served cunt, died, got resurrected, served even more cunt

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Toxic Au! Caleb x Reader

(mentions of cheating, obsessive behavior from mc/reader, darker theme, slight smut?)

Alright yall, this is my first LADS fic so please bare with me, lol. 

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. That’s all your leg seemed to do as you sat on the bleachers, your eyes never leaving his form, that damned 6’2 form in all its glory going back and forth as Caleb ran across the court. The Linkon vs. Skyhaven basketball game, and even if you were part of the Linkon Uni, there was no way in hell you’d go for the team that’s going against your best friend. Cheers and woos filling the auditorium as Skyhaven scores a three-pointer, but your face remains stoic as you hear the conversation beside you.

“Damn, that sophomore got skills, what’s his name again?” The brunette asks her friend beside her. Jesus her voice was like nails scratching against a chalkboard. Still, your eyes remain on Caleb as he stands across the court taking a quick water break, his purple eyes quickly glazing over your way, shooting you a small smile.

“Not sure, Caleb I think? He’s hot but definitely not my type..though, Minah for sure got a taste of that last weekend at Gideon’s party. Whole place was wasted off their minds, those seven minutes in heaven turned into a 30 minute quickie.” The blonde replies, oh were you about to kill someone.

Quickie? Oh so now we’re having quickies with other whores on campus now? Much less, lied to me over the phone. I knew it. I knew it wasn’t just a dumb lecture study at Gideon’s place, I should’ve checked on you myself instead of just trusting your stupid location. 

Your blood was beyond the point of boiling, fuming through your nostrils as you abruptly stood up from the bleachers, earning a couple of stares from you. Hurriedly walking down the stairs before you could storm out of the auditorium’s doors on the side, your feet taking your body as you try to gain some type of fresh air but the thoughts were suffocating you, swallowing every part of your brain and all you saw was red.

What else are you hiding from me Caleb? How many other girls are there? You’re mine. You know you’re mine.

Standing now in the middle of Caleb’s dorm it was like you blacked out from then on, aggressively going through his drawers, trying to find what? You didn’t even know it yourself, but you wanted to see what else your precious best friend was hiding from you, keeping you in the dark from. Clothes, clutter and papers now scattered all over the carpeted floor. It was until you finally crouched down to look under his bed, a misplaced shoebox all the way at the end, tucked away.

You slid your body underneath, a grunt leaving you as you reached for it. Dusting off the top of it you open it, piles upon piles of letters inside there. Crumbled and from the looks of it already read. Some mixed with letters you’ve written to him since you two were kids, for his birthday, his graduations, or just random letters. But some…some were not yours and not your handwriting. 

“Caleb, my love, happy anniversary. Six full months with you baby, I love you more and more each day I spend with you and I’ve completely fallen in love with you without a doubt. You hold a special place in my heart, and no one could ever replac-” Your hands furiously ripped the paper in pieces, thousands of them as tears rolled down your cheeks, your heart aching to burst out of your chest as you let out a scream. A scream of frustration, anger, and heartbreak all together. No, there’s no way right? Caleb wouldn’t keep such a secret from you, right? It was way worse than hearing about his random quickies at parties, a whole relationship. 

Fury was written all over you, how could he. This was not the Caleb you knew, he told you everything! You knew him like the back of your hand and more so now that you started fooling around with him. The late night calls, touching yourself as he whispered filthy words to you over the phone while your fingers thrusted in and out of you, imagining it was his cock stretching you. Fucking in his car whenever one or the other called, and now you’ve become the side piece? 

The sound of the door locking behind you immediately shoots you up straight, meeting your gaze with Caleb’s purple hues of his eyes. Pale he stood as he glanced at the torn paper surrounding you.

“Pips-” His voice trembled and before he could finish even saying the damned pet name he gave you years ago, your lips vomited out the words you never even dared to say to Caleb ever in your life.

“Fuck you, Caleb. Fuck. You.” 

“It’s not how you think it is, her and I date-”

“The fuck you mean it’s not like how it is Caleb?! You had a girlfriend this whole time and I never once heard about this girl? What, did she not satisfy you enough that you had to resort to me and other girls? Or what, did you not think I wasn’t going to find out about that either, about your disgusting quickies.” A scoff leaves you as you toss the last bit of letters at him, not even bothering to look into them, as you quickly reach out to him, snatching his phone away from his grip. Knowing everything about him, you unlock his phone immediately.

Melissa: U up? 

10:23 PM

Sabrina: miss u daddy <3 come see me..

8:18 PM

Minah: Hey baby, almost done?

5:47 PM

Obsessively scrolling down through his messages, all messages from today or days ago. You felt disgusted, not only did the guy have a whole girlfriend, but you weren’t the only girl on the side. Who was he? 

Caleb fought against you, trying to take his phone back from your hands but you were all too quick to pull away as you paced around his room continuing to scroll through his phone. Countless photos and videos, not just of the girls but of him fucking them, them having their lips wrapped around the cock you loved having so much. Even if he wasn’t yours by the title, it still hurt. It hurt more that your best friend of two decades now could ever do this to you. The lies, he used you.  

“Give it back!” He growls as he reaches out for his phone again, but you turn on your heels facing away from Caleb. His phone began vibrating against the palm of your hand. The caller ID showing an S with a white heart emoji beside it. “Oh look, someone’s calling, should we answer?” You say sarcastically, your finger already pressing against the green dot on the screen. 

“NO, I swear to go--”

“Hello? Yeah, you looking for Caleb? Oh yeah he’s here, he’s just in the shower, by the way great tits by the wa--”

Caleb rips his phone out of your ear, hanging up on the call before tossing it over onto his bed, not caring if it falls or cracks. 

“That was girl number what? Number 5? Number 8 on your list? On what rank do I fall on, Caleb?” You push his buttons as he stands still before you, his nostrils flaring in and out with anger and frustration radiating his body. That’s all it took as his hands were gripping onto your wrists, yanking your body firm against his. “You just don’t shut up do you? Always running your damn mouth, you want answers? Huh? Fine.” He pushes you against the door with a loud thud against it, earning a grunt from your lips as he keeps you pinned there. Caleb’s tall frame caging you in easily. “I stopped seeing her long time ago, those letters were from last year, and I kept it hidden because I know how you can be. You think I didn’t know about your little crush on me?” Caleb’s lips form into a smirk as he sees your gaze falter at his last words, a mocking scoff leaving him. His fingers now sneaking up behind your head, threading his fingers into your hair as he holds a firm grip, lifting your gaze back up at him.

How I can be? Bastard, you used me.

“So you just go on and fuck every girl you know? You’re sick Caleb, I knew some guys were like this but not you. But fine, you want to play that game, two can fucking play it.” With all the will and force, you pushed him out your way, making him stumble back on his feet and before he could reach you, you were out the door. You could hear Caleb desperately calling out your name as you ran out of his dorm building, still seeing red and having those images from his phone stuck in your head you grew more angry, poison running through your veins aching to hurt him. So you did.

“Hey, you still at the library? No, nothings wrong…just let me see you.” With that you hung up the call, sticking your phone back into your front pocket and made your way towards the library building in the middle of campus. The sun was beginning to set, the warm summer wind slowly becoming cooler as the sun continued to descend. 

Perfect, no one will see us.

“Let you see me huh? I’m assuming you’re not here to hang out.” The sound of Zayne’s voice creeps behind you as you wait outside the library entrance. Turning around to find him standing right before you, casual as always. Black sweats paired with a solid white t-shirt, hair softly flowing against his forehead. Zayne, another childhood friend but nothing compared to your relationship/friendship with Caleb, sadly when you guys were about to start high school he moved cities away. Being the smarty pants he is, he got into all the best schools of the state without a doubt and now in the road to becoming a doctor. A smile forms at your lips hearing his playful teasing tone. “Guess I caught.” You let out a small chuckle, Zayne shaking his head as he begins to walk down the hall. You knew he didn’t like to beat around the bush and get straight to things, fair enough since he’s always busy. 

“Well you coming or not, gorgeous?” He asked as he looked at you over his shoulder, slipping the lanyard with his keys out of his pocket.

All thoughts of Caleb now pushed into the depths of your brain as you remained sat against Zayne’s lap, your mouth eagerly devouring his as he did the same to yours. Moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he began pushing the hem of your skirt up, pooling it around your waist. Zayne’s moves have always been more precise and almost all too natural when it came to you, rather than Caleb’s; rough and greedy. Both of your heavy panting fills the space of his backseat, slowly grinding your ass right against the bulge beneath the fabric of his sweatpants, the heat between your legs growing with each passing second, his teeth grazing against the flesh of your skin as he leaves his mark. Zayne could feel you, smell your arousal even, feel the dampened panties. 

“Lift your hips.” He commands you and you follow suit.

Tugging down his sweats along with his briefs, letting them hang at the mid of his thighs, giving himself enough space to free his aching cock. Begging to slip inside your dripping pussy. In one swift move he tugs your hips down, earning a gasp from both of your lips. Tilting his head back against the headrest, pulling you flush against his chest as he starts to thrust himself from beneath you, deep and fast. His balls slapping right at the curve of your ass with each upward move, echoing all through the car and thank fucking god he parked all the way at the end of campus or else everyone would hear your muffled cries from inside. 

“Za--zayne! Fuck!” Breathlessly you cry out his name, all while he continues his assault, drilling right into you hitting the sweetest spots inside you.

It all goes on for an hour, making you come undone and fall apart multiple times on his cock and fingers. Caleb? Long forgotten, for now. After finally calming down and a quick banter chat Zayne drives his car out of the parking lot, driving back towards your apartment not far out from the university. As he pulls into the driveway, his fingers come beneath your chin pulling you over the center console of his car to capture your lips in a long deep languid kiss. Wanting the savor the last bit of his mouth before you pull away.

“Mm…I gotta go, doctor.” You murmur against his lips, earning a chuckle from him at the ‘doctor’ mention. “Kay, get your ass inside safely, doctor’s orders.” Zayne whispers to you, not before pressing a kiss at the back of your hand as you slide your body out of his car. Waving him goodbye, before quickly running towards your apartment. Now you stand in silence as you close the door behind you, your mind already ahead of you as memories of today’s events run through your head. A wave of just pure sadness washing through you as you toss your keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before plopping yourself onto the couch. Before you could even get the chance to let yourself cry over everything, your phone begins to vibrate.

Caleb: Wrong fucking move. 

11:18 PM

Caleb: Open your door, i’m outside. 

11:20PM