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FOR ME, IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU - Sylus x Non MC! ( Part 6 )

Summery: you find yourself in lads universe after a particularly close interaction with truck kun. How does life go from here after arriving in the N109 zone leaders backyard when MC hasn’t arrived yet?

Disclaimer, Sylus might be OOC, since I'm not very good at writing so bear with me. This will be multiple parts!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Something gnawed at him.

A feeling of unease he wasn’t able to shake. It was very uncharacteristic of him and it made his mind wander even when walking next to MC. They still hadn’t made any progress even after weeks.

The love he once held for her had dulled to a soft murmur, only held alive by the curse her past self inflicted on him. This constant cycle of love, pain and death had long since become something he started dreading. He no longer had the energy to entertain this façade, so instead, he tried to get her to remember, so she could finally break this binding curse and set him free.

A notification from his phone made him snap out of his train of thought.

He would’ve been happy seeing you used his card, but he heard you leave, and he’s seen you deteriorate these past weeks. He knew he should’ve spoken up. Knew he was breaking something that had yet to start.

Yet he didn’t know how to explain. “Hey, this is my soulmate, and I'm literally, sharing half a soul so I cannot escape my fate with her!” And expect you to understand? No. He was going to fix this before things could get out of hand.

Or so he thought. He thought seeing where you were would put him at ease, but the notification only rooted the feeling of dread deeper, seeping into his very being.

Something was wrong, and he was going to figure out what it was. He excuses himself and left MC dumbfounded as he sent Mephisto flying to the bar and called Luke and Kieran instructing them to figure out your whereabouts.

He willed himself to calm down. Nothing was wrong, you just decided to get a drink. He didn’t even blame you, he was acting like a total dick and he knew it, but this was new to him too. He didn’t expect to fall for you, a mere mortal, so utterly and pathetically normal. Yet fall for you he did. You turned his life upside down in a way he hadn’t realised he craved. No longer bound by fate, revelling in the normalcy.

He should’ve known better. He had almost hoped MC wouldn’t show up, but to his utter dismay she did, and with her arrival, she threw everything upside down for the worse. His heart ached seeing you loose yourself more and more every single day, yet unable to explain himself, he spent more and more time with MC to try and get her to break the curse. But she wasn’t cooperating. Somehow, in this damned timeline, she had chosen another man, leaving him alone with this curse, destined to die by her hand yet again.

But he wouldn’t let that happen. Not again. So he worked harder, growing more impatient by the day. It had irked him, he was turning into someone he no longer recognised, or, to put it frankly, was scared to recognise. His fragile love story with MC started with the same damned feelings. But with you, he felt okay letting it happen. Being vulnerable was not something he excelled in, but he had learned with MC.

His phone lit up with a text.

Twins: we can’t find her. We’re pretty sure someone got her.

He felt his blood run cold. It was his fault after all. If he hadn’t run away and just told you straight up, you never would have gone there in the first place.

He orders the twins to find you. And even if it killed him, find you he would.

~~~

Everything hurt.

Your brain was pounding in your skull, a protest to the excessive drinking you had done last night. But it wasn’t just your head, no, every fiber of your being hurt.

Breathing laboured you try to move, but a sharp pang in your wrists made you stop in your tracks. Then you remember. The drinking, walking outside when suddenly your pulled into a car. The rest is a hazy blur and now you were here.

You try to open your eyes slowly. Your in a dark room, without windows, the only light coming from a singular lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that’s barely working. The room looks rundown, like a cement basement. It smells like dust and mold, and there are small puddles on the floor. The room is barren except for some racks with canned food. You guess it truly is a basement.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, blood rushing through your ears as you try to asses you situation. Your sat in a chair, with your wrists tied behind your back, making it borderline impossible to move. Why the hell did someone take you? Why would anyone even want you anyways? You don’t get long to think when you hear a door open and piercing light filters through. Before your eyes could adjust, the door is promptly closed again and an unfamiliar silhouette walks in your direction.

He's masked, so you can't make out his features, but even if he wasn't, your sure the pounding in your head would've made it impossible to see anyways.

He doesn't say anything, just assesses you like a product for sale. That makes your heart skip a beat. What if you are? You stare at him, questions clouding your mind, but fear grips at you so hard that you can't utter a single word, so all you manage to do is examine him as well.

He grabs a notepad and a pen off of a rack and writes some things down. You force yourself through gritted teeth to speak up. "Who are you, and why am i here?" He looks up at you, and despite the mask you could have sworn he was grinning but he doesn't respond, he just continues writing on the notepad.

And just like that, he leaves, isolating you with your thoughts. How long has it been? Where even are you? Did Sylus notice your absence? If he did, would he come? The air felt too thick, the humidity and mold mixing to make every breath taste like toxic waste.

You try to wiggle your arms, but the material around your wrist was tight, and when you wiggled too hard, it cut through skin. You hiss in pain, tears welling up in your waterline. You blink profusely as you try again, but to your dismay, the material doesn't budge but only cuts deeper. You wince as a tear rolls down your cheek.

You look around the room, searching for anything, but with no windows, and both your hands and feet bound, you had no way of escape. You were bound by the whims of fate, unsure if freedom was ever written in the stars for you.

~~~

He finally found a lead.

It had been hours since he last heard from you. Well, if a payment notification really counts as hearing from you. The twins were hunting down the streets for every lead they could find. At first he thought it was EVER, but to his surprise they had nothing to do with it, making it that much harder to track you down.

Checking the footage of Mephisto flying around Linkon, Sylus looked around the area of the bar. It had been cleaned meticulously, so they weren't amateurs, but then, something caught his eye.

Your bracelet.

Correction, the bracelet he had gifted to you for one of the auctions you had attended with him. It was concealed between some rocks and dirt, hidden from sight so that even he almost missed it. But thank the heavens he didn’t, because in between some of the beads of the bracelet some hairs were tucked. Possibly a sign of struggle. Immediately he called one of the twins over to have it checked.

He cursed himself for taking so long to find the bracelet. The next minutes felt like days, waiting while looking, not finding anything new.

He cannot remember the last time he lost control over his emotions like this. He, the leader of Onychinus, ruler of the N109 zone. But regardless of the titles he holds, it feels useless without you by his side. He should have told you. He shouldn’t have run away, trying to fix it on his own.

“Boss! We found a match, it’s one of the rising gangs. They traffic women without significant background so no one looks for them. We don’t know how they found her yet but we’re on their tail, almost know where they went too.” Kieran informs. Luke stands behind his brother, observing. He had never seen his boss like this.

“Good, we’re moving out as soon as we find her, you hear me?” They nod in unison at their boss’s words. Sylus’s phone rings, and when he checks it he sees MC’s name illuminating his screen.

He huffs out a soft curse as he picks up, MC’s soft voice echoing through the phone’s speakers. “Where did you go? I thought i was supposed to break this ‘curse’, how am i supposed to do anything when i don’t even remember anything?”

Her voice was soft, laced with concern. Had he shown how worried he was? He couldn’t remember, all he knew right now was that he needed to get you back asap.

“I know, listen, something happened and i’ll be back as soon as possible, in the meantime please just try to find any leads on breaking the curse.”

His head hurt, it was taking way too long to find you, especially with how many resources he has. What if something happened to you?

A soft sigh resonates from the phone.

“Listen, i don’t know what’s going on, but if i can help in any way, just let me know okay? You looked like you were about to set the world on fire when you left.”

He hums softly. “Thank you miss hunter, but i think it’s best if you don’t get involved in this specific case.”

He rubs his temple, MC agrees and hangs up the phone, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again. Then just like that, one of the twins sends coordinates. He doesn’t need a name to know that they found you, so before his mind can even process, his feet are already moving.

~~~

The door opened again, and this time 3 men entered.

They looked rushed, and one of them moved over to you to untie you. Were they discovered? Were they moving you? Not without a fight they’re not.

As the man stepped behind you to tie you up again you quickly elbowed him, resulting in him falling to his knees gasping for air. You could have sworn you heard bones breaking but you didn’t focus on that as you now had the attention of the other 2 men on you. You could maybe dodge them? You sure as hell were going to try.

As one of them lunged at you, you moved out of the way as fast as you could. He managed to grab a hold of your blouse and tore off your sleeve as the momentum sent him toppling over his friend. Colleague? Didn’t matter. You turn to the other man and you freeze.

Your eyes grow wide as your met with the last man holding a pocket knife in his hands. You were so not prepared for this. You never bad to fight, not even in the N109 zone. Sylus had always kept you close to him so not once had you been forced to retort to violence yourself, but being eye to eye with someone who clearly has the intent to kill made something in your brain switch, clearing up your mind more then any hangover drink ever could.

Your hands tremble as you stare at him, and it’s like a countdown to your death. He swings, and you barely evade, but while stepping away he slices at your arm. A groan escapes your lips as you grab tight to the wound. It’s a shallow cut, but still bleeding much heavier then you would like.

Before the man could swing again the door bursts open with way more force than necessary causing it to fall out of its hinges entirely. And when your met with his crimson eyes you can feel relief wash over your entire being. He looks feral, eyes locked on the man with the knife, and before you can blink the man disintegrates into thin air. The other 2 men follow suit and just like that, your alone with him, heaving heavy breaths of relief.

Tears spill over your cheeks, and before you can fall to the ground he picks you up effortlessly, caging you in his arms.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you allow yourself to let go, and you sob. You knew you looked ugly but you couldn’t care less right now. You were safe. He was here. He cared. Enough to save you at least. Enough to not let you fend for yourself.

And he keeps whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you finally collapse under the heave weight of fatigue, letting him swoop you up.

“We’re going home.”

And then you’re out.

~~~

A/N: Hello! I know every update is taking longer and longer and I'm sorry for that, but I have never written an action scene before and none of worked right in my head :( Thank you for being so patient with my I really appreciate it y'all! That being said, I hope this chapter was worth waiting for and I'll work hard to cook up more delicious food for everyone <3 Have a great day everyone!💕

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Rain's Embrace ⛈️

caleb x reader (afab!) | MDNI 🔞 | Caleb pov | cw: nsfw | cw: somno | cw: drug mention | cw: dubcon | crazy caleb per usual | wrong evol usage | he just rly likes you man, a dash of religious guilt atp you know this is a staple in my work lol. Didn't write this at 2am for once.

"It should help you sleep. It’s strong" he says softly, voice dipped in something just shy of a secret. "The Fleet gives these to help us rest." But the way he says it— too quiet, too careful— feels like he's offering more than just sleep.

You swallow the pill without hesitation, chasing it with a sip of water. Not a flicker of doubt crosses your mind. You’re in his room, after all.

And it’s Caleb. Caleb, who always makes sure you're safe.

Caleb, who always makes sure.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Caleb stares at your slumbering figure, your face slack, mouth parted. His pupils dilate, his gaze reverent and enamored, there was something immoral about your stillness over the sheets he sleeps in everyday, sheets he has covered with his seed thousands of times thinking of you.

"You're always sleeping so well. I bet I could do anything, and you still wouldn't wake up"

He drags a finger across your lips, feather-light. Trails it along your cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with almost sacred care. Your body reacts instinctively— a shiver, even in sleep. His breath catches. You don’t wake. Not at his voice, not at his touch.

"You trust me too much, that's the problem, it makes me want more Pips.."

Carefully, his finger goes inside your slack mouth coating it in your saliva, bringing it close to his own lips and sucking it as a shaky sigh leaving his lips. Your taste feels holy, and that makes what he feels a blasphemy. He wants to worship you anyway.

Lust he thinks , coils in the gut like hunger— insistent, growing, ravenous. The more it’s fed, the louder it begs.

He moves towards your legs spreading them, you always sleep in his shirts and some sinfully small shorts whenever you visit, today was no different, moving his face closer to your crotch he takes a deep breath of your scent in, groaning rolling his eyes back.

"Fuck, so good, it drives me crazy"

A smile tugs at his mouth, crooked and dangerous, harder to suppress by the second. He’s too eager. Too far gone. He’d planned this. The moment the storm warnings came in, something in him clicked.

There had been guilt, yes. Fleeting, recurring, a thread he never quite severs. But with you, guilt is always tangled with want. Hands trembling, he peels your shorts down inch by inch— then stops. Breath caught. Lacy white panties. His laugh is low, humorless.

“Hah… white. So pure of course…untouched.”

It feels like a cruel joke. A trap. You, draped in innocence like a veil taunting him without ever meaning to. It feels like a cruel design. Like the universe itself is mocking him, wrapping you in innocence while he drowns in the filth of his own wanting.

The huge floor to ceiling windows shake with the raging downpour. Caleb looks up at your face as he drags his hands on your thighs softly, there was a sick thrill about watching your body react while your mind is dreaming, moving his lips all over your legs, hips and belly. He watches the rise of your chest beneath his shirt— his, on you, your nipples visibly hard against the thin cotton. He exhales, shaky and hungry. "Look at you" he murmurs, voice nearly lost under the relentless drum of rain on the roof.

"So pliant for me… letting me touch you like this… I need you so bad, baby. You get that, right?"

You don’t stir. Not really. Just another shiver, another breathy sound, just enough to keep him spiraling. The storm swallows his voice, his breathing, the wet sound of his lips against your skin, the quiet desperation threaded through it all. He kisses your inner thighs slowly now, possessively. He leaves bruises as he goes. He wants you to see them when you wake, to know exactly where he’s been. To remember what you let him do, even if you didn’t know it yet.

Your hips jerk at that and he uses his evol to hold your body down, he can't have you shaking yourself awake, not yet, not when he just started having fun.

"Be a good girl for me" his kissing has moved up to your belly now pulling the shirt up so he can suck on your nipple, his hand teasing the other just to move to the other one and suck it as well.

He was moaning, agitated, unable to keep his voice down from how good you're making him feel without moving a finger.

He admires your swollen spit covered nipples and how your chest moves up and down faster, you must be dreaming about it by now. He grabs your jaw and kisses your lips softly, licking your lower lip when you don't reciprocate at all, you just keep breathing softly against his lips, still in dreamland, making the shudder that runs down his spine so intense he almost cums.

"You have no idea what I'm doing to you do you…"

He rubs his fingers over your panties slowly feeling the small damp spot on it gasping "Fuck, you are reacting huh, this must feel so good for you too" moving away from your chest he spreads your legs even more, moving your panties to the side getting his fingers in slowly.

"Shit, you really are perfect baby, such a naughty body, look at this…all wet from someone touching you in your sleep"

Caleb cant believe he's touching your heat directly now, dripping wet, all because of him, sliding his fingers over your slit, rubbing to coat them with your fluids, circling your clit drawing shapes to make your hips shake, he feels on edge and he hasn't even fucked you, his shaky sighs the only sign of how much he's losing control already.

"You want me as bad as I want you don't you? Ive seen how you look at me Pips, will you share this sin with me…"

You moan softly furrowing your eyebrows, Caleb goes still looking up fast at your face, his heart hammers inside his ribcage, the only sound in the room being the storm echoing outside and his breathing, loud in his ears as he waits for you to move again or make another sound but you don't.

"Hah, you really scared me there baby. But you're feeling good right? Should I keep doing this? Here?"

Caleb keeps rubbing the sweet spot that made your back arch off the bed, he sits up again sliding your panties off all the way to have more access, face diving into your folds. Your mouth opens a bit but he keeps eating you out, teasing your clit with his tongue, sucking, your hips start moving against his face, moans spill from your mouth, all while still sleeping.

"God, fuck you sound so good, am I in your dream? Are you letting me taint your body there too…"

He gets closer to your face and stares at your expression morphing from stillness to pleasure, biting his lip smiling when your body shivers under his touch, Caleb feels selfish, he has someone so holy under his hands, worship on the tip of his fingers, yet all he desires to do is keep you hidden away. Locked for no one else to touch or look at.

"Its me right in your dream? You need me, only me, no one else"

His voice deep and low, he holds your face for a moment to rub your lips softly against his, fucking his fingers into your soaking heat, leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking marking you possessively.

"Dream of me, only me" whispering into your ear, he removes his underwear, lining his cock to rub on your folds, teasing his tip on your clit, his moans loud, speaking shameless truths on your ear about how good your body makes him feel. How you can take him, how much he loves you.

It makes him feel filthy, obscene, a sinner with no repentance, all for enjoying this so much. He is the person you trust the most, and here he is taking you, going deep inside, his mind echoing the same phrase over and over

"No one else can have you like this, only me"

Moving his hips slowly getting all his inches in, your back arches off the bed with a gasp, he's sure you have woken up by now but he feels too good to care, your walls keep clenching him so hard, he starts moving fast, his grip on your hips bruising.

"Ngh! Fuck baby, are you there? Are you feeling good?"

Your vision is blurred and his voice sounds far away, you know it's Caleb talking to you, feeling his dogtag swinging over your chest as he leans to check on you, but you're feeling too much, too good, there's this heavy weight on your eyes, and in-between your legs, you listen to your own moans coming out of your mouth.

"Are you there? Baby, hey"

Caleb checks on you again after you had opened your eyes a bit and notices that you're awake but not entirely there, while he fucks you into the mattress your moans get louder than the raindrops hitting the roof. He groans grabbing your hips moving them a different angle so he can go deeper.

"Say something baby, does it feel good? Want me to stop?"

You shake your head and gasp again, drool dripping from your mouth, tears cascade down your cheeks, you're so aroused, closer than ever and finally reaching your high, cumming so strongly your legs shake around his hips.

He moves faster making your orgasm last longer, his whines loud against your ear when he's close too, gasping as his hips shake coating your insides with his seed.

Cradling your cheek with so much care he kisses your cheeks and lips, you gasp softly and kiss him back letting him taste your tongue, grabbing his nape caressing the short hairs there.

"I…love you, 'ove you so much"

Caleb's words are slurred, and he's still breathing hard over you, he gasps when you pull his hair to make him face you, he's smiling, lips glossy with your saliva, the dogtag swings between your bodies.

You've never believed in Gods, or higher entities, but under Caleb's adoring gaze you understand devotion, it scares you how much you mean to him.

"Caleb…."

He moves away but you stop him, the windows shake, the downpour outside rampant.

"The storm won't stop for the next 28 hours"

You stare at him as you say it, Caleb knows what he just did, you know it too, but reverence stains every touch of his on your body, you feel it on his fingertips caressing your cheek softly, on his thumb rubbing circles on your clit slowly, how his gaze burns, that purple sunset staring back at you, a look filled with so much guilt, so much want.

"Do— do it again Caleb, I wanna feel it again, awake this time"

Caleb now understands why those with faith kneel at their Gods when admitting their sins.

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A/N I have nothing decent to say. ☆ミ as always I hope you like it. I will be posting requests and updates for now .。o○

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You always go to bed holding Caleb's left hand.

It's not because you dislike his bionic arm. In the daytime, you like to hold him there and press kisses all over the skin that can't feel—just to show him that he hasn't changed in your eyes. But at night, you make sure to sleep on his left side.

Caleb is usually loud, always talking and laughing when he's in your presence. When he falls asleep, your skin prickles with unease.

You like to see him relaxed and at peace, but sometimes you swear he looks a little bit too peaceful. Like all he's missing is a tux and bouquet to complete the unsettling image of a too-silent Caleb you never got to bury a year ago.

Though you're no stranger to silence—especially the kind that followed like a heavy fog no matter how you tried to distract yourself from it—you can't handle it now. Not after he came back from the dead.

Perhaps it's silly, but paranoia eats at you when his breathing evens out to a point you can only strain to hear. You need a sign that he's still alive when he goes quiet and drifts off.

So you stay on his left, curling your fingers around his inner wrist and brushing absentminded circles over the prominent vein there.

Tonight, you get lost in the feeling of him, your other hand landing on his cheek in a soft caress. His skin is warm, and for some reason you weren't expecting the heat.

His pulse kicks faster under your fingertips along his wrist. The spike makes something in your chest loosen. It's okay. He's still here.

You pull his hand off the bed and press your lips to his pulse point—just a whisper of a kiss—soft enough that you think it won’t wake him.

A quiet gasp interrupts the stillness. Moonlight catches on the flutter of his dark lashes before he meets your somber gaze.

“Sorry. Thought you were asleep,” you murmur. A smile tugs at your lips now that you've been pulled from that weird residual grief you're still learning how to get over.

“I was trying,” he teases. He's still playful, even when you're sure he can see something is bothering you. “But it’s hard when you’re…”

He doesn’t finish that thought. He changes the subject too fast, like he always does, putting the spotlight back on you.

“Pips," he whispers, "what was that kiss for?"

Your stomach flutters at how breathless he sounds. Did your touch really affect him that easily?

For a second, you wonder just how much you should reveal. With a hum, you softly reply, "It was a 'thank you.'"

He frowns, like he’s about to ask what for. You decide to save him the trouble.

“For coming back to me.”

That's all you need to say.

His fingers intertwine with yours, forcing you to move on from his fluttering heartbeat and allow him to squeeze your hand reassuringly instead. His lips meet your knuckles, mirroring the same softness of your earlier kiss to his wrist. All the while, his careful gaze never leaves your face.

When he finally parts, he promises, "I always will."

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No Hard Feelings~

Warnings: NSFW | Explisit Smut | MDNI | 18+ | Friends with Benefits trope | Breeding kink | Slight Dumbification | Dirty Talking | Use of the word "Daddy" twice. | Daddy kink | Dry-Humping | Slight Bruising | General (animated verses) strongly leaning toward 2007, for that one line lol. | Leo is in his early 30's

A/N: This piece has been my baby for over two weeks now. Hope you like it! Mixed two requests, one for the "daddy" thing and other who asked for fwb trope. Enjoy, my dirty hoes! 💜

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. But his kiss was a blaze in the dark, igniting something primal within you. You watched him from afar, his muscles stretching as he trained—the soft swing of his two katanas in perfect harmony. Strong hands gripping the hilts as firmly as they had held you.

You looked aside as if running away from the memories of his palms on your hips, holding you still as he fucked his cum back in, growling in your ear how good you could take him. 

“Come for daddy, baby. One more time, I know you can,” his voice hoarse, fighting not to tremble with his high approaching. Fuck, you loved to have him like this, sensitive, dripping, pussy-drunk. 

How could it be just a one-time thing?

A loud clang of metal jolted you from the heated memory. You pressed your legs together to relieve some tension, your breath catching as Leo tipped a water bottle over his head, dousing himself to cool down. His plastron gleamed, immaculate under the water.

He glanced at you, shooting a sidelong smile—confident, self-assured, and irresistibly flirty.

“What?” he teased. “Want some?” He jostled the remnants of the bottle toward you.

You reached him in two swift steps. “Yeah, but what if I want to drink from here?” You ran your palms over his chest, your nails grazing the edges. He gasped, his strong hands gripping your wrists. Desire poured from his gaze as he eyed you.

“We agreed not to cross the line again.”

“Hmm, but how can I keep my word when you look like this,” you muttered, pressing yourself against his crotch, driven by an unashamed need to have him closer.

Leo let out a rough breath. “Careful.”

“Why? afraid you’d catch feelings?” 

He let out a sexy laugh. Leo drew you into his arms, trapping you between himself and the cold wall of the lair’s training room.  “I’m afraid you might,” 

“Try me,” you said, lifting your face toward his, lips barely brushing.

Leo caught your mouth in a searing, intense kiss that stole your breath. He hauled you onto a chest of drawers. Your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him as close as possible. You ground against him, caring little about your pathetic desperation.

Noticing, Leo followed your movement, grating a hot, tingling sensation that spread from your core through your body. You moaned. 

"Feels good?" he smiled, eying you with burning desire. 

Yes. More. Skin against skin. You were dying for it. Yet, all that fell off your mouth were small sighs and moans, as he rubbed over your clit so fucking good even through the fabric the contact weakened you.

Leo captured your gaping mouth, and his tongue found yours shortly, It was a fierce, almost violent melding of lips, each seeking dominance. The intensity of his kiss was intoxicating. Suddenly, he was more essential than air itself. 

You don’t know how, but he managed to peel your pants off just in time to meet the shirt you discarded on the floor. Your underwear met them right after. He panted as the heat of your body pressed against his ever-so-cold one. His hands roamed your back, taking his time to memorize every curve on it. It would be romantic if it weren’t for the frantic way in which he was still humping his hard, dripping cock against your core. 

The smooth and creamy texture mingled with yours made it heavenly. You could feel the coil inside your lower belly tightening along with each muscle in your body. 

“Leo- I’m…”

“I know,” he breathed, pulling your hair to tilt your face towards his, “look at me.”

You tightened the grip of your legs around him, not allowing a single inch of space between your bodies. Gazes locked only for the brief seconds before your orgasm crashed over, and then your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth gaping as you came loud and long. The hot throbs of bliss spread from your sensitive nub through your body to your temples, numbing you in tingling ecstasy. 

“You’re so hot like this,” he panted. 

You hadn’t come down from the afterbliss when he thrust into you, all the way in, in one motion. It knocked the air out of you, but he stretched you so well you couldn't help but curve your little mouth into a drunk-like smile. 

“Shit, I can still feel your cunt throbbing. You’re such a whore for Daddy, aren’t you?”

You panted something, it came out trembly and almost faint. Leo chuckled against your pulse line. What’s the matter, sweetness? Can't talk now? Feels that good?

You embraced him tighter, with both legs and arms, enjoying the deep, brutal pace he picked up. The filthy sound of skin slapping filled the room alongside your moans. Suddenly, you didn’t give two fucks if any of his brothers walked in, not even if Splinter heard you. It was all about Leo allowing you into that special place so close to heaven. 

“Fuck, I can’t stop. You’re so tight, so— warm,” 

Your muscles tensed in anticipation of the high that was coming. 

“Baby, come inside me, I— I want you to fill me—, I want it, I want it, I—” 

He moaned. Strong hands gripped your thighs as he relentlessly abused your cunt, hard and hot until you felt his cum painting your insides. His cock throbbed inside your cunt which each new load, his voice broke a bit as he came. It triggered your release. You fisted his blue bandana, enjoying every drop of him inside you, adoring the way pleasure spread from your core to every corner of your body.

In a few moments, you managed to catch your breath. Leo turned to look at you, his gaze locking with yours. There was a glint in his eyes, subtly altered from before, now more intense. It held a curious blend of astonishment and something else, elusive and difficult to pinpoint.

You could still feel him connected to you when for a fleeting moment, it almost seemed like he might lean in to kiss your nose. Panic surged through you, not because of the action, but because you caught yourself yearning for it.

"What's with that look, huh? Don't tell me you're falling for me..." It came out bluntly, unintentionally tinged with mockery.

Leo halted.

"No," he muttered, forcing a stiff and brazen smile to his lips as he pulled out. He grabbed a towel from the dojo's rack, his movements mechanical and devoid of their usual grace. "Of course not."

[kimgoomn]

WAH WAH WAH I NEED MORE OF THE 2012 TMNTs, YOU'RE AMAZINGGG

Interrupted make-out

(When ur kiss with them turns into a full-blown make-out until someone walks in) (Romantic, gn reader)

It was accidental kiss. But then, one second you’re just catching your breath — next, you’re pressed up against a wall or couch or the floor, and their hands are everywhere but respectful. And of course… someone always walks in.

Leonardo

The kiss deepens. It’s slow, burning, as if he was waiting too long for the perfect moment. The embers of a fire that’s been waiting forever to ignite. You’re gripping the edge of his plastron, pulling him closer. He’s got one hand on your waist, the other trembling on your cheek

And then — boom.

“…Leonardo.”

He freezes. Back stiff. Lips still ghosting over yours. You slowly look past his shoulder—

Splinter is standing in the doorway. Dead silent.

Leo practically teleports away from you.

“SENSEI—! I—I was just—”

“Yes. I saw.”

“It wasn’t— I mean, it was, but not—!”

Splinter sips his tea.

“Train harder. You’ll need more focus next time.”

And walks away.

You snort. Leo dies inside, not being able to look at you this time

Raphael

It’s intense. Hot. He’s got you against a wall, your hands tangled around his neck, his grip rough on your waist. He’s kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance. You can’t breathe — and you don’t want to.

And then, suddenly

“RAPH—?! What the actual—”

Raph turns his head, lips still slightly on your neck.

“What?! I’m busy!”

“I can see that! In the middle of the dojo?! Really?!”

“You walked in. That’s your fault.”

You hide your face. Donnie flees. Raph just smirks and goes “Now where were we?”

Donatello

It was supposed to be one kiss. Maybe two. Now you’re both sitting on his bed, your legs over his, his bo forgotten on the floor. You’re straddling him, and the way he’s kissing you —careful, desperate, like you might disappear —is enough to melt every inch of you.

Then—

“Dude—WHOA—SORRY—!”

Donnie gasps so hard he headbutts you by accident.

“OW—Donnie!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO—WAIT—GET OUT—!”

“I’M ALREADY GONE BRO GOOD LUCK!!”

You both collapse in laughter. Donnie’s face is red for days.

Michelangelo

You’re laughing, lying on the couch, and suddenly Mikey’s on top of you, kissing the air out of your lungs. It starts fun —then it gets heavy. Hands. Tongue. Teeth.

You moan his name once, and he loses it. He kisses you like he’s starving. And then—

“WHAT THE—”

“OH COME ON, NOT ON THE COUCH—!”

Mikey doesn’t even stop. He just yells:

“CLOSE THE DOOR OR JOIN IN, GUYS!”

“MIKEY—!”

He throws the nearest pillow at them

Been felling sad and wanted something super fluffy, so decided to write dis. And yeah, for everyone who requested, I’m so sorry, I didn’t have energy to do ur request, but I hope I’ll get better lately🙏 it might be a little short guys. So yeah go kiss ur turtle!!

[kimgoomn]

Hello! How would the 2003 turtles flirt/ show female reader that they are interested in them? 💖💖💖

A/N: Hello! Here are your requested headcanons. I hope you enjoy 😊

How the 2003!Turts Flirt & Show Interest

💚 2003 Turtles/Female Reader 💚

CWs: Anger issues, possessive/overprotective behavior, and brief mention of touch aversion. All characters are aged-up.

LEO

On patrol, Leo makes you his priority, positioning himself between you and danger. Silent and watchful, he’s always guarding you, eyes sharp for any threat aimed your way.

His days run on strict discipline: training, meditation, patrol. So when he breaks that routine to listen to you or just be with you, it means you’re truly important. He’s sacrificing his order and control, because your company matters more than his schedule.

He offers to train you—not as a favor, but as a responsibility. A quick correction here, a simple move there. Through the discipline of the art of combat, he connects with you and ensures you’ll be safe when he can’t be by your side.

As the leader, he hides his burdens well. So when he starts opening up to you—sharing his worries, asking about your thoughts—it means he trusts you deeply. Letting you see the weight he carries is the rarest kind of vulnerability for him.

In battle, his commands change to keep you out of harm’s way. Later, he might admit, “I couldn’t focus with you that close to the fight.” Your safety isn’t just part of the mission to him; it’s the reason he fights at all.

He carries the weight of leadership with relentless resolve, believing he must never show cracks. When he finally lets you witness his frustration or exhaustion, that’s when he stops seeing you as just someone to protect and starts seeing you as an equal, a true partner.

Leo doesn’t just confide; he seeks your counsel. When faced with a new enemy or a conflict between his brothers, he genuinely asks, “What do you think I should do?” He values your judgment.

RAPH

Raph doesn’t pick fights, but cross him when it comes to you, and he’s all in. If someone so much as brushes past you, he’s right there—growling low, eyes blazing like fire. He’s rough around the edges. But when it’s about your safety, he’s the fiercest, grumpiest bodyguard you’ll ever have.

His biggest tell is how flustered he gets. A genuine compliment or caught glance sends him snapping at Mikey for loudly pointing it out, while a faint blush colors his neck. Genuine affection throws his tough-guy act completely off.

He usually flinches from any kind of touch. But when you put your hand on his arm, he actually relaxes—shoulders dropping, maybe even leaning in a bit. With you, he finds a calm he rarely lets himself feel.

He keeps his soft side hidden, and you are the only one who ever sees it. Maybe it’s the way he’s gentle with a stray cat or quietly patching up one of his brothers’ wounds. If you catch him, he freezes, a scowl returning to his face almost instantly. But that brief crack? It’s just for you.

His room is off-limits. When he lets you hang out there and stay without a single complaint about your stuff, he’s making space for you in his world. If you catch him tinkering on his bike and he just nods for you to sit quietly, that’s when you know: you’re in.

He’s competitive to the bone: arm wrestling or video games, he plays to win. So when he lets his arm drop against you or he loses a fighting game match and mutters, “lucky break,” that’s when you know he’s putting your happiness above his pride.

Raph never says he’s scared. After a close call, he explodes with anger: “What were you thinking?! You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” But beneath that rage is fear. He’s not mad at you; he’s terrified of losing you. And his anger is the only way he knows how to show it.

DONNIE

Donnie remembers every little detail you mention, like your favorite tea or that your laptop’s running slow. Next time you see him, there’s a box of that tea waiting, or he’s already fixed your computer without you saying a word.

His compliments come out a little technical. Instead of saying, “You have a beautiful laugh,” he might say, “Your laugh has an interesting auditory frequency. It’s … pleasant.” Awkward, maybe. But it’s his genuine, analytical way of showing he cares.

He shows care through his inventions: upgrading your phone with military-grade encryption and extra battery power, rigging your apartment with custom security, and building a music player with a never-ending playlist. For him, these gifts are ways to protect you and simplify your life.

His eyes light up when he talks to you about his work. He drags you into the lab, voice speeding up as he dives into quantum mechanics or complex code. He doesn’t simplify—not because he wants to impress, but because he respects your mind and loves sharing his world with you.

He can get totally distracted by you. He might be welding in the lab and suddenly zone out, nearly burning a hole in his desk. Mid-monologue about astrophysics, he catches your eye and completely loses his train of thought, stammering, a blush creeping up his neck.

He loves sharing his world, but what really matters is when he spends hours learning about your passions, digging into your hobbies or interests. Not to fix anything, but to understand and know you, down to what makes you excited.

Donnie’s gifts are usually practical. But sometimes, he likes to make things for you, like a metal rose or a nebula projector. They serve no purpose except to make you happy, a perfectly illogical project he’s happy to spend time on.

MIKEY

Mikey’s always coming up with nicknames for you, tossing them out with a big, goofy grin. He means every one, and it makes you feel like the luckiest woman around.

He’s all about attention, and you become the center of his world. He’s constantly cracking jokes, showing off, or begging you to watch some silly movie with him. His whole mission? To see you smile, no matter what.

He’s always putting on a show when you’re around. Whether it’s chasing a new high score or trying a crazy ninjutsu move, he’s doing it all for your cheers. With you watching, his antics go from fun to unforgettable.

Physical contact is Mikey’s way of saying, “I’m here.” He’s always finding excuses for a playful nudge, a high-five that sticks a beat too long, or casually draping an arm over your shoulders. It seems like it’s all fun and games, but really, it’s how he keeps close to you.

He picks up on tiny details—like a snack you mentioned—and goes all out to recreate it. He plans hangouts around your favorite movies or whatever activity that interests you. Because your happiness? That’s his priority.

He’s always cracking jokes to dodge heavy feelings, but when you’re really upset, he goes quiet. He sits with you, wraps you in a big hug, and just listens. No jokes, no trying to fix it—just steady, warm support.

He is the goofball, but sometimes he worries he’s not as strong or smart as his brothers. In rare quiet moments with you, he drops the jokes and shows the real guy underneath—the one who just wants to be understood.

[kimgoomn]

YOU’RE TOO RIGHT W INFOLD BEING A COWARD

Part 1. | Part 2. tw: mentions of death, stalking, voyeurism, manipulation, codependency, somno, just crazy shit man.

Neighbor!Caleb an enigma you often catch yourself thinking about too much during work, at home, and out with friends. He’s carved his way into your life so deeply, you’re no longer sure there’s a way out. And yet you have barely scraped the surface of who he is. There are strange instances, quiet moments where his eyes show someone you've never met. Or maybe you have, on rainy nights wearing a Colonel uniform.

Neighbor!Caleb who starts locking eyes with you too long, stands too close in the elevator, yet never touches you, talks to you with an ease friends of years don't have. Treats your wounds after missions and lectures you. "You’re safe here" he says one night, voice low. "I won’t let anyone hurt you." and you believe him, not out of confidence, but a gut feeling that doesn't go away, born from a fear you can't explain.

Neighbor!Caleb the man one of your friends, Simone, warns you about constantly. "There’s something wrong with that guy. He watches everything you do, and his eyes never stop moving." You and Tara laugh it off. She doesn’t. "I’m serious. He looked at me like I was in the way. It's creeping me out." The five times your friend has met him, none have successfully dissuaded her about him.

Neighbor!Caleb tells you one night he used to be a pilot, just in passing. "I’ve seen things" he says, like it’s a warning. "I just wanted to fly. Then suddenly I was already preparing a fleet" He smiles at you. The unexpected revelation leaves you scrambling for a reaction, fleet that explains the uniform. Before your brain can stop your mouth, the words are already out "The uniform looks good on you, though." It’s a throwaway comment, at least you think it is, his lips quirk up.

But something shifts in him. Something dark. You miss his reaction when you excuse yourself to the bathroom, the way his smirk spreads, slow and certain or the flush in his ears and cheeks red with something that isn’t embarrassment.

Neighbor!Caleb who stops pretending not to know too much. "You eat late now" he comments, offhand. "Didn’t use to." He looks down at his mug, then adds, "That new take-out place gives you hives. You should stop ordering from there." your cheeks warm, nodding your head at him, lightheaded at how he notices everything. You don't stop to think why knows that.

Neighbor!Caleb who starts leaving things behind, his keys, a mug, a jacket, all quiet symbols of presence. Subtle, constant reminders. "It’s natural to forget things at home" he says with a playful smile. You don’t remember when your apartment became a home to him, what's more surprising is how it doesn't bother you at all. Your cheeks warming again and that familiar racing heart inside your chest.

Neighbor!Caleb has started invading your dreams. It began quietly, his voice in the dark, his mouth ghosting over your skin. But lately, the dreams have turned feverish. You feel his hands too warm, too knowing, caressing every inch of you. His breath at your throat. His head between your legs. Every night, you wake up gasping, aching, panties drenched in shame.

Neighbor!Caleb has noticed you can’t meet his eyes anymore. Not with how vivid the dreams feel. Not with how your body reacts like it remembers something real. And maybe it does, because what you don’t know is that Caleb doesn’t just visit you in dreams. He slips through your door, unseen, always after midnight. He leaves no marks, no evidence, only the heat on your skin and the lingering scent of him you can’t explain. And he tells himself it’s okay, that your soft sighs, your restless movements, the way you whisper his name in your sleep— It means you want this, it's permission.

Neighbor!Caleb who is waiting outside watching, when one afternoon you stop by the coffee shop near your building. Caleb doesn’t like the place says the coffee’s bad but you go anyway. The barista remembers your order. Flashes you a smile and leans in a little too close when he hands you your drink. You smile, just a little. You don’t think much of it.

The next time you visit, the barista isn’t there. No one mentions him. His name tag’s gone. Someone new is working the register and when you ask where he went they just shrug.

Neighbor!Caleb starts fading out of your days. He works longer hours, replies slower. You barely catch a glimpse of him anymore. Lately, the only sign he’s still around is the muffled thud of his boots echoing down the hallway always after midnight. And then there's the smell, faint, metallic, human. Lingering in the corridor long after he’s passed, you tell yourself it’s nothing. But it wasn’t there before.

Neighbor!Caleb disappears without a trace. No warning, no goodbye. You knock, no answer. You text and it's silence. So you search the coffee shop, the bookstore, the overlook at the edge of Linkon and a chill creeps in as you realize… every place you check is somewhere you brought him to, somewhere you mentioned. It's like he never left a footprint of his own. After all these months, you don’t really know him at all. And maybe you never did.

Neighbor!Caleb who lets your panic spiral. Who leaves you pacing your apartment, replaying every conversation, wondering if you upset him. If you misread something. You start checking the hallway reflexively. As if he might reappear. As if he’s watching from somewhere unseen.

Neighbor!Caleb whose absence somehow makes your apartment feel wrong. Lights flicker more. Doors creak. The floorboards groan. You try to see friends, but the weight follows you everywhere, telling them all about how you feel constantly watched for some reason. Telling yourself it’s better, you were becoming too used to him, too dependent, but each night feels too quiet. The building too still. You listen for footsteps that don’t come.

You hear about the death of a hunter from Tara, it's a friend from the Association, the one who visited you a few days ago. It’s Simone who tells you that he crashed his car, details were not shared. You can’t make sense of it. He was laughing, alive and now he’s gone. The weeks that follow pass in a blur grief wrapped in funeral arrangements, long 24-hour hunting shifts, exhaustion that sinks deep into your bones.

You’re drained. Emotionally. Physically. Like the ground has shifted, and you’re still trying to find your footing. You miss him, he haunts you even in dreams, sometimes scary, other times sweet, but most often you wake up frustrated, overheated.

Neighbor!Caleb who comes back after weeks and weeks as if no time passed. You open the door after hearing familiar steps and keys jingle, to find him standing by his door, suitcase in one hand, keys in the other. He stares at you then smiles. "Miss me?" he says, like it's a joke, like he wasn’t the ghost you couldn’t stop thinking about. You want to ask where he was. To demand why he disappeared. But the words catch in your throat. Instead, at your silence he sighs and says "work" like it explains everything. Yet just like before he starts slipping back into your routine, noticing the dark circles under your eyes "You need rest" he says softly, voice almost tender. But the kindness feels like a leash.

Neighbor!Caleb who, after returning, is more attentive than ever. Too attentive. He brings your favorite pastries before you ask, noticing every little thing again. "You’ve been restless" he says, voice low. "Too much time alone makes your thoughts spiral." You nod. You’ve felt that, too. He smiles. "You need structure again. Something.... or someone to anchor you." and you believe it as he softly rubs his thumb on your cheek. The past weeks without him a bitter reminder.

Neighbor!Caleb makes the nightmares fade. The apartment feels warmer. Caleb brings groceries before you run out and cooks dinner almost everyday. Life smooths out and gets easier again, you feel like yourself. People at work say you’re doing amazing, you tell him everything. "You probably can't live without me now huh?" his tone is light, playful, a jab at your dependency, but you stare at him until his ears turn red. "Yeah, maybe I can't Caleb."

Neighbor!Caleb makes that first night with him burn through you fast, frantic, like something neither of you can stop. His hands are rough. He kisses you like he owns you, slow at first, then desperately, like he’s staking a claim no one else gets to challenge. His hands grip too tight bruising, then too soft, reverent, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He touches you like he knows exactly what makes you scream his name, grasp the sheets and see stars behind your eyelids.

There's a heaviness in him now that pulls like gravity. You see the blood under his nails, the look in his eyes when he thinks you're not watching. Everything you've been taught to avoid for survival screams inside you, but the weight of his chest, how his pupils absorb everything when he's between your legs makes every warning shutdown.

Neighbor!Caleb leaves one night for "errands" muttering something vague with that familiar, tight-lipped frown. It’s probably work-related, judging by his expression. He kisses your cheek on the way out, distracted. His tablet is still on your counter— forgotten. You glance at it, then at the door. You shouldn’t snoop, but his birthday’s coming up, and he never tells you anything. You just want to know something. A clue. A favorite movie, a memory, anything. He knows everything about you but remains a mystery himself. Your fingers hesitate over the screen. You remember the code. You saw it once, months ago, when you first met him.

You key it in. It unlocks.

Neighbor!Caleb whose tablet is full of live video feeds. Your bedroom. Your hallway. The kitchen. A view from behind the bathroom mirror angled high, quiet, still. All date back as early as your 3rd meeting, even dates where he had vanished. Silent proof that he never left you alone, hell, there's even a feed of your closet.

Neighbor!Caleb who labeled the footage by date and time. Who saved clips with titles "She cries again (2:08 a.m.)" "She says my name in her sleep (23:04pm)" "She hums the song I hum (14:37pm)" you feel like you cant breathe, hands shaking as you scroll more, stopping at a folder that makes your heart stop. Pressing play on the ones labeled "Favorites" hearing your own moans fill the room.

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A/N I know cliffhangers suck, dont hate the player hate the game. A much longer update you cant be mad at me fr. It's kinda funny to me how he saw 2 men speak to you and the crashouts were severe (つω｀*) but I think Caleb would actually go to crazy lengths. Infold is just being a coward!!! Let me know if you guys like how it's going :)

[kimgoomn]

Your legs are shaking, spread wide as Caleb towers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, and he’s watching you fall apart beneath him like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“You feel that?” he pants, voice low and ragged, hips grinding down at a different angle—one that makes your vision blur. “Right there. That little spongy spot inside you? That’s your G-spot, sweetheart.”

You’re sobbing already, incoherent. You can’t even answer—only whimper as your nails claw uselessly at his back, thighs twitching around his waist.

He smirks.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

He thrusts again, slow and deep, hitting the spot that makes your whole body jerk. His cock grinds against it, fat and thick and so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Then he does it again. And again.

And again.

You scream, hands flying to his biceps, clutching for something solid—anything to ground you while he wrecks you completely.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Come on, cum on it for me. I want to feel you gush all over my cock.”

He activates his Evol.

The air shifts—your body pinned hard into the mattress like gravity just quadrupled, trapping you there, helpless and spread beneath him. The pressure makes everything worse—every thrust hits harder, deeper, sharper.

You’re sobbing now.

“Caleb—! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls. One hand wraps lightly around your throat, not tight, just enough. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl. Gonna cum for me right on my cock, aren’t you?”

His other hand sneaks between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in messy, ruthless circles.

You shatter.

You cum so hard you scream, eyes rolling back, slick gushing around him as you tremble uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop—keeps slamming into you, watching your tears streak down your cheeks with a satisfied hiss.

“Fuck—there it is—look at you—” Caleb bites down on your shoulder, groaning into your skin. “Milking my cock like you were made for it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you—fill you up until you’re leaking down your thighs.”

One last thrust. Deep, brutal, and so perfectly angled.

He cums, hips grinding hard against you as he shoots deep inside, thick warmth coating your insides. You can barely breathe, sobbing his name, your body limp beneath him.

And still—he doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull out.

“You’re not done,” he murmurs, almost sweetly, brushing his lips over your temple. “I’m not done.”

You whimper, already overstimulated.

And Caleb just smirks again, hips pulling back.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you squirt on my cock.”

[kimgoomn]

Neighbor!Caleb meets you on your very first day just as you're dragging a box half your weight up the stairs, breathless and sweaty from the move. He’s just returning from the gym, all sun-warmed skin, and casual ease. Insists on helping with the boxes, brushing off your protests with a laugh, then stays to help you assemble your furniture following you inside like a shy, golden retriever with broad shoulders and gentle hands.

Neighbor!Caleb becomes your friend easily. Greeting you every morning jogging past as you lock your door for work. When a package of yours ends up in his hands, you exchange numbers. From there, it’s dinner invites when he’s “accidentally made too much,” movie nights every other Friday, long talks about the tiny aircraft models you notice scattered around his place, strange little tokens he claims calm him after work.

Neighbor!Caleb is observant. Almost too observant. He notices the scratches on your hands from a hunt before you mention it. Tracks your schedule without needing to ask. Prepares little meals for you when you’re too busy to cook. The kind of man who says it’s “just kindness,” but it feels more like precision. Like he's memorized you.

Neighbor!Caleb who for all his openness, you realize you know almost nothing about. Vague job titles, inconsistent work hours and frequent, unexplained travel. Any real questions are laughed off with charming deflections “Trust me, it’s so boring I might cry if I talk about it.” and you laugh too, because he makes it easy. His presence is so bright, it makes you forget to look for shadows.

Neighbor!Caleb calls you Pipsqueak now teasingly, affectionately. He’s overbearing in a way you’ve grown used to. Asking what you’re up to, if you had your meals, if you're feeling ok, offering to order you take-out, holding your phone a beat too long while he installs a tracker. And later, he’ll smile at your exact location from his with a fondness that borders on worship.

Neighbor!Caleb Your friends swoon over him during sleepovers. He’s the topic they never tire of. “How is your sexy neighbor not your boyfriend yet?” they tease, while Caleb smiles next door watching, listening, always near. He likes when they talk about him, likes it more when you blush, and he likes you the most when you're unaware of just how much he already knows.

Then, one night, everything shifts.

Neighbor!Caleb who you see at 3am while its storming when you both arrive home at the same time. Rain clings to you both, words drenched in silence. He's wearing a Colonel’s uniform, his posture is rigid. Eyes sharp on you. Everything about him looks... wrong. Unsettled, you stare at him, breath caught. He says nothing just unlocks his door and disappears inside.

Neighbor!Caleb who the next day, is back in joggers and a hoodie, cheerful as ever. Like it never happened. Like you imagined it. You never see the uniform again. And maybe you never were supposed to.

Neighbor!Caleb who when you casually mention a café you like, just a week later, he’s there before you. Smiling, waiting. “Total coincidence,” he laughs. But it happens again, and again. Your favorite bookstore, your gym. Even a remote trail you walk to clear your head in, he always has a reason. You stop believing it's just coincidences.

Neighbor!Caleb helps you when more than once you find your door slightly ajar, though you swear you locked it. Caleb is the first to show up when you mention it concerned, too concerned. He says, “This place really isn’t safe. You need someone watching out for you.” The next day, there's a new lock on your door. You didn’t install it. He gives you a key and smiles.

Neighbor!Caleb whose desire gnaws at him like a ravenous beast, blue light paints his features in his dark room as he stares at your face on his screen. The hunger inside twists tighter watching you pleasure yourself in your room. Unbeknownst to you how he imagines tracing the lines of your body, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every gasp. His hands ache to claim you to mark you as his. He wants to reach out, to touch, fuck into.

Neighbor!Caleb who monitors you at night, slow footsteps pacing outside your window. When you check, there’s nothing but the scent of his cologne that lingers in the cold air, thick and overwhelming, like he’s breathing right next to you.

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A/N i like to think he owns the building and already knew you were moving in and now pretends to be your neighbor lol, he also avoids renting that apartment besides yours that way. I have more stuff thought out already to make him crazier but yeah uh here's something a bit different. :)

[kimgoomn]

⤷Men that talk to you thru it while they destroy your insides.۶ৎ

۶ৎCaleb

He’s got you folded under him, thighs pressed to your chest, buried so deep you’re not sure where he ends and you begin. His voice is low, rough, but full of warmth.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you’re falling apart like this.” He slows, letting you feel every thick inch of him drag against your walls. “You feel that, sweetheart? That stretch? That’s me. All the way in, right where I belong.”

You're clenching around him, mouth parted in desperate little gasps, and Caleb groans. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let me go. That it?” He kisses your temple. “Don’t worry. I’m not leavin’. You’re mine.”

And when he starts moving again—slow, deep, devastating—he whispers, “You’re takin’ it so well. Doin’ so fuckin’ good for me. I got you. I got you.”

۶ৎSylus

You’re flat on your back, and Sylus has you pinned with his weight, fucking into you slow and deep, like he’s memorizing every reaction you give. His voice is velvet-dipped filth—calm, but so, so filthy.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl,” he whispers, brushing hair off your face. “I wanna see every twitch. Every moan. You look so fucking cute like this, all messy and needy.”

He keeps talking, just barely moving his hips, grinding right into that sweet spot inside you. “Feel that? Right there. I know you do—look at you. You’re trembling. Poor thing, you’re soaked.”

And when you arch into him, crying out, he chuckles darkly. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Let me hear how good I fuck you. That’s all I want.”

۶ৎXavier

Xavier’s got you bent over the edge of his desk, one hand on your lower back, the other tangled in your hair. He’s fucking you slow, deliberate, hitting deep with every thrust—and still so infuriatingly calm.

“You can beg prettier than that,” he says, low in your ear, smirking as you whimper. “Come on, baby. I want full sentences. Use your words.”

He pulls back slightly, just the tip still inside. You’re whining, pushing back against him—but he just presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You want me that bad, hmm? Say it. Say you love when I ruin you.”

When you finally cry out that you do—you love it, you need it, please don’t stop—he slides back in slow and deep, making you feel every inch.

“There she is,” he purrs. “That’s my good girl.”

۶ৎRafayel

Rafayel has you underneath him, legs spread wide, arms pinned over your head, and he’s relentless—but still speaking in that gentle, teasing voice that makes your head spin.

“Aww… too full already?” he murmurs, rocking into you so slowly, it’s maddening. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be filled ‘til your brain melted.”

You’re clinging to him, whining, mouth too slack to form words. He smiles.

“Don’t cry, cutie. Or do.” He leans down and licks the corner of your mouth. “I like it when you fall apart on my cock. So cute. So ruined.”

And when you moan his name, begging for more, his eyes soften.

“Good girl. I’ll fuck you nice and slow. Just like you deserve.”

۶ৎZayne

Zayne’s the softest, even while he’s balls deep, rolling his hips into you slow and hard. His forehead’s pressed to yours, one hand stroking your cheek as you tremble beneath him.

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweetie. Fuck,” he pants, “I can feel you flutterin’ around me.”

You nod, moaning, but tears prick at your eyes from how intense he feels inside you. Zayne’s thumb is quick to wipe them. “Shh, I got you. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. But he’s watching you—tuned to every whimper and tremble, praising every reaction.

“You’re so sensitive. So sweet for me. Let go, baby—I’ll catch you. I always do.”

[kimgoomn]

⤷Men that talk to you thru it while they destroy your insides.۶ৎ

۶ৎCaleb

He’s got you folded under him, thighs pressed to your chest, buried so deep you’re not sure where he ends and you begin. His voice is low, rough, but full of warmth.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you’re falling apart like this.” He slows, letting you feel every thick inch of him drag against your walls. “You feel that, sweetheart? That stretch? That’s me. All the way in, right where I belong.”

You're clenching around him, mouth parted in desperate little gasps, and Caleb groans. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let me go. That it?” He kisses your temple. “Don’t worry. I’m not leavin’. You’re mine.”

And when he starts moving again—slow, deep, devastating—he whispers, “You’re takin’ it so well. Doin’ so fuckin’ good for me. I got you. I got you.”

۶ৎSylus

You’re flat on your back, and Sylus has you pinned with his weight, fucking into you slow and deep, like he’s memorizing every reaction you give. His voice is velvet-dipped filth—calm, but so, so filthy.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl,” he whispers, brushing hair off your face. “I wanna see every twitch. Every moan. You look so fucking cute like this, all messy and needy.”

He keeps talking, just barely moving his hips, grinding right into that sweet spot inside you. “Feel that? Right there. I know you do—look at you. You’re trembling. Poor thing, you’re soaked.”

And when you arch into him, crying out, he chuckles darkly. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Let me hear how good I fuck you. That’s all I want.”

۶ৎXavier

Xavier’s got you bent over the edge of his desk, one hand on your lower back, the other tangled in your hair. He’s fucking you slow, deliberate, hitting deep with every thrust—and still so infuriatingly calm.

“You can beg prettier than that,” he says, low in your ear, smirking as you whimper. “Come on, baby. I want full sentences. Use your words.”

He pulls back slightly, just the tip still inside. You’re whining, pushing back against him—but he just presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You want me that bad, hmm? Say it. Say you love when I ruin you.”

When you finally cry out that you do—you love it, you need it, please don’t stop—he slides back in slow and deep, making you feel every inch.

“There she is,” he purrs. “That’s my good girl.”

۶ৎRafayel

Rafayel has you underneath him, legs spread wide, arms pinned over your head, and he’s relentless—but still speaking in that gentle, teasing voice that makes your head spin.

“Aww… too full already?” he murmurs, rocking into you so slowly, it’s maddening. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be filled ‘til your brain melted.”

You’re clinging to him, whining, mouth too slack to form words. He smiles.

“Don’t cry, cutie. Or do.” He leans down and licks the corner of your mouth. “I like it when you fall apart on my cock. So cute. So ruined.”

And when you moan his name, begging for more, his eyes soften.

“Good girl. I’ll fuck you nice and slow. Just like you deserve.”

۶ৎZayne

Zayne’s the softest, even while he’s balls deep, rolling his hips into you slow and hard. His forehead’s pressed to yours, one hand stroking your cheek as you tremble beneath him.

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweetie. Fuck,” he pants, “I can feel you flutterin’ around me.”

You nod, moaning, but tears prick at your eyes from how intense he feels inside you. Zayne’s thumb is quick to wipe them. “Shh, I got you. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. But he’s watching you—tuned to every whimper and tremble, praising every reaction.

“You’re so sensitive. So sweet for me. Let go, baby—I’ll catch you. I always do.”

[kimgoomn]

⤷Men that talk to you thru it while they destroy your insides.۶ৎ

۶ৎCaleb

He’s got you folded under him, thighs pressed to your chest, buried so deep you’re not sure where he ends and you begin. His voice is low, rough, but full of warmth.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you’re falling apart like this.” He slows, letting you feel every thick inch of him drag against your walls. “You feel that, sweetheart? That stretch? That’s me. All the way in, right where I belong.”

You're clenching around him, mouth parted in desperate little gasps, and Caleb groans. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let me go. That it?” He kisses your temple. “Don’t worry. I’m not leavin’. You’re mine.”

And when he starts moving again—slow, deep, devastating—he whispers, “You’re takin’ it so well. Doin’ so fuckin’ good for me. I got you. I got you.”

۶ৎSylus

You’re flat on your back, and Sylus has you pinned with his weight, fucking into you slow and deep, like he’s memorizing every reaction you give. His voice is velvet-dipped filth—calm, but so, so filthy.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl,” he whispers, brushing hair off your face. “I wanna see every twitch. Every moan. You look so fucking cute like this, all messy and needy.”

He keeps talking, just barely moving his hips, grinding right into that sweet spot inside you. “Feel that? Right there. I know you do—look at you. You’re trembling. Poor thing, you’re soaked.”

And when you arch into him, crying out, he chuckles darkly. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Let me hear how good I fuck you. That’s all I want.”

۶ৎXavier

Xavier’s got you bent over the edge of his desk, one hand on your lower back, the other tangled in your hair. He’s fucking you slow, deliberate, hitting deep with every thrust—and still so infuriatingly calm.

“You can beg prettier than that,” he says, low in your ear, smirking as you whimper. “Come on, baby. I want full sentences. Use your words.”

He pulls back slightly, just the tip still inside. You’re whining, pushing back against him—but he just presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You want me that bad, hmm? Say it. Say you love when I ruin you.”

When you finally cry out that you do—you love it, you need it, please don’t stop—he slides back in slow and deep, making you feel every inch.

“There she is,” he purrs. “That’s my good girl.”

۶ৎRafayel

Rafayel has you underneath him, legs spread wide, arms pinned over your head, and he’s relentless—but still speaking in that gentle, teasing voice that makes your head spin.

“Aww… too full already?” he murmurs, rocking into you so slowly, it’s maddening. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be filled ‘til your brain melted.”

You’re clinging to him, whining, mouth too slack to form words. He smiles.

“Don’t cry, cutie. Or do.” He leans down and licks the corner of your mouth. “I like it when you fall apart on my cock. So cute. So ruined.”

And when you moan his name, begging for more, his eyes soften.

“Good girl. I’ll fuck you nice and slow. Just like you deserve.”

۶ৎZayne

Zayne’s the softest, even while he’s balls deep, rolling his hips into you slow and hard. His forehead’s pressed to yours, one hand stroking your cheek as you tremble beneath him.

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweetie. Fuck,” he pants, “I can feel you flutterin’ around me.”

You nod, moaning, but tears prick at your eyes from how intense he feels inside you. Zayne’s thumb is quick to wipe them. “Shh, I got you. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. But he’s watching you—tuned to every whimper and tremble, praising every reaction.

“You’re so sensitive. So sweet for me. Let go, baby—I’ll catch you. I always do.”

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⤷How they react when you squirt for the first time

Caleb

You soak him mid-thrust—your slick gushing out suddenly, dripping between your thighs and down his stomach. Caleb stills for a moment, eyes locked on the mess pooling beneath you both, then lets out a sharp exhale like he’s just been punched in the gut. “Holy fuck… you just squirted all over my cock.” His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back onto him as he thrusts up—deep and rough, chasing it again. "That’s it, baby. Make a mess. I want you to keep doing that—over and over until the whole bed’s drenched.” He thumbs your clit while he pounds into you, voice tight and desperate. “You can’t even stop now, can you? Look at you—so fucked out, still leaking. That’s mine. All of it. ”You squirt out suddenly around his fingers and he freezes, eyes locked between your legs, watching the flood of slick that coats his palm and thighs.

Rafayel

Then he smiles. Slowly. Darkly. “You’ve been holding out on me.” He pushes two fingers back in without warning, pressing against that same spongy spot, curling just right—and when you jolt from overstimulation, he laughs softly, voice syrup-smooth. “Aww, what’s wrong? Too much now?” “No, no. You’re not tapping out yet. Not when I just got to the good part.” He leans close, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers: “Be a good girl and squirt again for me. I want this whole room smelling like you.”

Xavier

You squirt mid-ride, and his entire body jerks—like it physically startled him, only to be followed by the dirtiest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. “No fuckin’ way. You just made a goddamn mess.” He grabs your waist and starts fucking up into you from below, rough, wet slaps echoing in the room.“Soaked me, baby. Look at you—dripping, shaking, moaning like a fuckin’ pornstar.” He thumbs your clit with no mercy, lips brushing your ear: “We’re not done. I’m not stopping until you squirt again. And again. Let’s see how wrecked I can get you.”

Sylus

You squirt across his face the moment his tongue flattens against your clit, and he moans, messy and loud, as your slick covers his chin, lips, even his neck. He doesn’t move away. If anything, he grips your thighs tighter, licking through the mess like it’s his last meal. “Ohh, fuck yes… that’s it, pretty girl.” “So wet for me. You gonna do it again while I’m sucking on this sweet little pussy? ”He sucks your clit harder, tongue dragging in tight circles, fingers fucking into you from below. You’re twitching, whimpering—and he’s groaning like he’s in heaven. “C’mon, give it to me again. I wanna drown in it.”

Zayne

Your thighs jerk, body tight, and then your slick gushes out—warm and sudden, drenching his wrist and soaking the sheets beneath you. For a moment, Zayne goes still. His gaze drops to where his fingers are buried inside you, now coated and dripping. The soft sound of your breathing fills the room, ragged and ruined. He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t flinch. He just stares, almost fascinated. “You lost control,” he murmurs. “Completely.” He slowly withdraws his hand, watching the slick stretch between your folds and his fingers. A quiet pause. Then he drags his fingers across your inner thigh, spreading the mess without a hint of shame, eyes never leaving your face. “So reactive. And yet you haven’t even reached your limits.” He brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you with clinical slowness—not for show, but to commit the moment to memory. Then, without warning, he slides two fingers back in, deeper this time, curling with meticulous precision. “You’re going to do that again.” “I’ll make sure of it. His voice stays soft, composed—but the weight behind it is devastating. “Don’t hold back. I want everything.”

[kimgoomn]

pervy roommate!caleb who tells you about going on a date with another girl — just so he can ask you for advice on how to treat a girl in bed. you’ve known him for years, grown comfortable with each other since moving in together, it would be odd for you to decline. yeah it would be a little awkward but you’ve helped each other out many times no matter how embarrassing the situation may be. giving him a few pointers shouldn’t be so bad.

pervy roommate!caleb catches you by surprise when he asks for a more hands on lesson. don’t get him wrong, the tips you gave him were useful. like if she tells him to keep going, don’t speed up. but how will he really learn anything if he doesn’t practise first? practise makes perfect, right? and how could you say no? he’s your best friend. best friends help each other out.

pervy roommate!caleb who has to contain his grin when you actually agree to help — but can’t hide the way his cock jumps when you do. the idea of his hands and his mouth on you, the idea of having you squirm under his touch just consumes him.

pervy roommate!caleb who obeys everything you say. whether it’s starting slow, flattening his tongue when he licks up your slit or when you beg for him to speed up his slender fingers thrusting inside of your cunt. he’s a quick learner. curling his fingers in all the right ways, just like you taught him to. and every time you tell him how good he’s doing, your words trailing of into a long whine, god, he could cum right then and there.

pervy roommate!caleb eventually says, almost too casually, that he might as well fuck you at this point — just to make sure he’s got everything right. you think he’s joking as you chuckle in response, but the way his eyes linger on you says otherwise. is this even for the date anymore? you wonder.

you’ve already let him touch you, already shown him a side of yourself that not many people get to see, lying beneath him in a such a vulnerable position. would it be so wrong to go the extra step?

pervy roommate!caleb who fucks way too well for someone who supposedly needed advice. his grip on your hips is hard as he pulls you into every thrust he gives you. sounds of skin slapping echoes of the walls. he’s big and he knows how to use it — confident. too confident for a guy who claims he’s practicing for someone else.

the truth is, he isn’t practising. he made it all up. there is no girl and there was never date. he lied, and used it as an excuse to get in your pants.

his teeth graze your skin, biting back at the confession that he’s wanted this for as long as he could remember. a hand snakes between your bodies to meet your sensitive clit, thumb rubbing against it in deliberate circular motions — coaxing you toward another orgasm. eyes focused on your face like he needs to see the exact moment you fall apart.

his rhythm stutters when your walls clench around him, your back arching as you break with a guttural moan. his thrusts grow desperate, messy. it’s not about practise anymore. it never was.

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road trip

synopsis: you get revenge on caleb during his graduation trip.

tags: nsfw (mdni), semi-public sex, dry humping, caleb fucks around (figuratively) and finds out, caleb/mc are intimate before homecoming wings, caleb whimpers, caleb wheezes, caleb begs, caleb is pathetic, caleb comes in his pants while mc ignores him  pairing: caleb x reader, reader is mc but uses y/n word count: 968

a/n: i literally got up at 8 am on a sunday to write this i am not well 

As excited as you’d been to commemorate Caleb's last year of college, his graduation trip to the aerospace museum was off to a rocky start. 

Last night, he’d suddenly shut down your plans to celebrate your friend’s birthday before you went out of town, joining his friends’ road trip as his plus-one. He’d said you needed to get some rest before your 8-hour journey, but with the way his eyes went wide and nostrils flared when he saw your outfit, you knew that wasn’t the only reason. 

You’d spent the rest of the night and the next morning angry, and it only got worse when Caleb’s friends came to pick you up. One extra person had decided to come last-minute, meaning there weren’t enough seats for all of you, no matter how tightly you squeezed together. 

As the closest pair in the group, you were forced to sit on Caleb's lap. You’d seethed in unprecedented indignation as he guided you down on him, the scowl on your face widening the smirk on his. 

An hour into the drive, you’re still staring out the window in rage, Caleb's arms secured tightly around you, when you realize something. You know this route. You’d traveled it a couple years prior for your senior trip in high school on the way to some world-renowned aquarium. 

At your realization, your frustration turns into opportunity. The roads on this route are a pothole-ridden nightmare from years of government neglect, and you’re going to use this intel to make Caleb pay. 

Discreetly, you slide yourself further back on his legs, positioning your ass right over his crotch. You conceal your movements through a conversation with Gideon’s girlfriend that you bring to an abrupt end once you’re settled. It’s time for your game to begin. 

At first, you’re subtle. Matching the rhythm of the bumpy ride, you lightly jostle in Caleb’s hold, feeling his fingers flex around your waist. 

“Careful, pipsqueak,” he murmurs in warning. “Wouldn’t want you sliding off.” 

You don’t respond. Your earlier anger is the perfect excuse not to acknowledge him through this entire thing, and you silently bless your short temper. He’s going to unravel with your back turned, you facing forward, your eyes on everything but him. 

When the car hits a small pothole, you lean back into him, “innocently” grinding your ass into his crotch. Immediately, Caleb wheezes behind you, almost concussing both of you the way he falls forward in shock. 

“What are you doing,” he hisses when he recovers, his words more an admonishment than a question. 

Resolutely, you pay him no mind, striking up a group discussion about the museum. What kinds of planes do they have there? How big is it? Have any of you ever been? And all the while, you continue tormenting the man beneath you, using the cavities of the road to assist. 

On one particularly sharp turn, you grind your hips into him a little harder, feeling the outline of his bulge between your legs. At this point, Caleb has caught on. Taking heaving breaths, he leans into your shoulder with a soft groan, muttering, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. Not here, please.”

As he whispers into your ear, his absence from the larger conversation takes center stage. “You alright back there, Caleb?” Gideon calls from the driver’s seat. “Need any water? A/C?” 

“I’m fine,” Caleb grits out, barely managing to mask his grunt. 

Smiling to yourself, you adjust on his lap as you peer through the windshield, taking in the busy scene ahead of you. There’s some kind of festival going on, it seems, and half the street is blocked by a colorful array of vehicles. The lack of space forces Gideon’s full-size SUV onto the gravelly edge of the road.

Perfect, you think. Time for the grand finale. 

Bracing your hands on Caleb's thighs for support, you let the rest of your body go limp, leaving yourself completely at the mercy of the rocks ruining Gideon’s paint job. Up and down, up and down, up and down you went, virtually bouncing on Caleb’s growing erection. 

“Please,” he whimpers into your ear, not daring to speak above a whisper. Another bounce, and his hands are grasping at your hips while he throws his head back, jaw clenched shut. 

Dutifully, you ignore his cries and your own sticky arousal, refusing to falter until you get what you want. 

As he grows even harder beneath you, Caleb’s pleas grow more frantic. “Y/N, please. I-I’m sorry for last night, just—please. Fuck, please,” he stammers, a tremor in his voice. 

Just as the final plea leaves his mouth, an especially deep pothole throws you from his lap and a few inches into the air. A second later, gravity sends you crashing back down onto his aching, straining cock, and you feel it. Caleb comes hard, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, eyes closing in a mix of ecstasy and shame. To avoid suspicion, he buries his face into your shoulder while he rides out the rest of his high, pitiful whimpers and groans drowned out by the chords of cheerful pop songs on the radio. 

Reveling in the way Caleb’s whines vibrate through your skin, you turn your head slowly, checking your reflections in the rear-view mirror. When the coast is clear, you press a soft, teasing kiss to his hair, to which he twitches under you.

You’re filled with a wicked, awful glee, but you keep your face a mask of nonchalance as you call out, “Hey Gideon, can we stop at a gas station soon? I need to freshen up.”

For the rest of the trip, the Caleb who’d been so proud to forbid you from going out couldn’t meet your gaze, flushing crimson every time he saw you. 

[kimgoomn]

zayne edges you the first time he tastes you.

it's not on purpose. it’s just, in all his years in the OR, he's never heard noises quite like this.

the swishes of his tongue around your dripping wet heat. the pop of his mouth teasing your puffy clit. the sultry, silken sighs that escape your lips. 

they’re lewd. all-consuming.

and to be the cause of them…

it makes him a little bit shy.

he can’t keep his pace like this. each time you near your peak, the sounds crescendo, and he’s too flustered to take you over the edge. his movements slow, his licks slacken, and he’s a mumbling mess between your thighs—whispering his disbelief, his luck, his gratitude. he starts and stops and starts again, prolonging your pleasure without even meaning to. 

by the time you start begging, he thinks he’s hurt you somehow—until your fingers tangle in his hair and hold him close to your core, preventing any more pauses. he adds another sound to the mix—a sheepish apology against your slick skin—before finally finishing what he started, only pulling away when your release coats his rosy pink cheeks.

[kimgoomn]

Imagine being Rafayel's non-mc significant other.

Imagine being his fiancé, one he was long destined to be with. The one he may have not chosen for himself but grew to accept and loved as time passed by. The two of you were perfect for each other even thought it did not started with love. The two of you have found peace and contentment with each other.

Imagine for years, you had believed that his silence was strength, his distance a habit, and lastly, his loyalty was none other than yours. Rafayel have always been some kind of distant to other people that does not capture his interest. Sassy to those whom he find troublesome and annoying. To yours, he was soft, he treated you with care and gentleness. But lately, something has changed.

Imagine trying to find Rafayel within the island, strange shape seashell all nested in your arms as you try to show it to him. It looks like he was need of a inspiration so you took the chance to give him the things that he often looked for, something you often saw him do as you trail behind him, letting him to all the work as he please. He looked down these past few days, often catching a glimpse of him staring at nothing. "No no no, not that one, this." "You really have a strange taste, Rafayel." He was with his bodyguard, MC.

Imagine you never really find it weird that he was in need of a bodyguard, after all the recent event, it does seemed valid that he needed someone to look after him in a more safely way. But then again, something was changing. "Shall I accompany you-?" "No, there is no need for you to be there. Ms. Bodyguard would be there with me." There was something, "Will you be visiting this week?" "Hmm, this week? I have a meeting with a client." "Will Thomas be with you?" "No, but Miss Bodyguard would be there with me." Something was changing. "Have you eaten yet? I have cook-" "Miss Bodyguard and I have already eaten out on our way home- is that my favorite?" "Well... yes, but it's alright, I'll just take it home with me." No, something had changed.

Imagine the way you notice things had changed. The way he laughs more with her, the way he relaxes in her presence, the way he reaches out to her without thinking. He never does that with you. You never thought in the first place he was capable of laughing like that. Nor could he let his guard down like that. And the way... The way he looks at her, he never looks at you like that. He never looks at you with such fondness, with such adoration, with such...

Imagine the way you tried to deny it. But the truth is, deep down. The moment you saw the two of them together you had already begin to piece it together. The quiet observation from afar, half finished sentences and moments you were never meant to witness. In the first play they aren't even trying to hide it, or maybe, they aren't even aware of what was going on between the two of them as if it was natural.

"Are you sure you don't want to see him before you go?" "Would that change anything?" There was nothing but silence. "I thought so.." You replied to yourself and look around the island for the last time. This house no longer feels like home. "You cannot heal in the same place you got sick." You added, looking into your friend. "Please don't look at me like that, I know what I'm doing." You smile sadly at her. "Then, shall we go?"

Imagine, once upon a time, you always thought you have found the right prince for your fairytale. Turns out you were trying to hold on to a love that was never truly yours to begin with. Because if it was yours to begin with, why does it felt like you meant nothing to him? After all this time? You were no longer the one his heart answers to... and maybe never was. In the end, you left. You left because sometimes, the right way to love is to leave.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: I wrote this on my notes while doing my research paper. Ngl, i don't think I'll be making a part two for any of the non mc imagines but we'll see.