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Tough love !

SYNOPSIS. Grip tight, pulse wild—do you dare to resist?

FEAT. XAVIER. ZAYNE. RAFAYEL. SYLUS. CALEB. XFEM!READER

TAGS.MDNI! NSFW CONTENT! unprotected !ntercourse. smegual intercourse. manhandling(!). dörty talk. overstim. size kink. döggy. full nelson. mating press. chöking in sylus'. cursing. missionary. fuging while standing in calebs. caleb being hella possessive(as always).use of pips in calebs. implied cüm eating in sylus. a lil biting. edging in sylus and rafayels(kinda). use of evol (sylus, zayne, caleb).them just going crazyyy.

✎ A/N; "Gooner!", they ridicule me as they point fingers at my pathetic self sitting before the PC. "No! Nonono! It's not what it looks like!", I stress, with yet another smut fanfiction on display. ....Anyway, have a lovely day/night!^^

Xavier ✘ OWN IT!

What a sight to see.

Your gorgeous, sculptured back moving on top of him, and he swears he sees a glowing halo around your head because you just look so heavenly like this.

It just seems too good to be true.

Laid back, his fingers dig into your thighs, watching you ride him with a half-lidded gaze, sharp and heated. Every roll of your hips dragging a gravelly groan from his lips, his grip tightening each time you squeeze down on him.

When you said you’d take care of him, he didn’t expect it to be this good.

“Could get used to this, Angel”, he exhales, head tilting back with sharp eyes fixated on your ass smacking against his pelvis over and over again, a red imprint threatening to plaster on his fair skin as he lets you take control.

For now.

His gaze falls down to the loud obscene mess, your needy cunny greedily feasting on him, clinging to him in a vice-like grip so deliciously he has to hold hold himself back to rut up into you. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

He's teasing, mocking even. He lets you think you’re in charge, lets you set the pace, reveling in the way you try so hard to take everything he gives you.

Just a slight waver in your movement or a quick shake of your thighs— he's waiting, preying upon you. So the moment he feels you falter, the moment your legs tremble, body arching back from the pleasure—he takes over.

Your rhythm stutters as your thighs quiver, muscles burning with exertion. Your back arches, hands fisting into the sheets, barely able to keep yourself upright.

That’s when he strikes.

Your world flips in an instant once two strong arms snake around your waist in an instant, pulling you flush against his chest. Your yelp barely has time to leave your lips before he shifts, flipping your thighs over with ease, legs pinned high in a tight full-nelson, fat tip poking against your tummy.

It’s maddening, the intense burn of your legs folded in half, his strong, dominant frame caging you rips out a whine from you. And not to mention the heinous stretch his hefty girth forces each time he spreads your tight ring open.

He growls in between gritted teeth, his voice thick with need, grip rough as he wrenches you against him. He’s lost in it—lost in you—slamming you down onto his cock as he drives up, forcing you to take every inch, to feel him deeper.

Your body jolts under the sheer power of him, your spine arching as he angles just right—so precise, so deadly—until pleasure borders on pain, sharp and all-consuming.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as his strong hands push you impossibly closer to him, keeping you still — right how he wanted you.

Once his cock bruises your cervix with each forceful ram, your hands claw at his biceps, trying, begging, pleading for him to — well, you don't know what exactly you wanted him to do.

It's all too much, each punctured drive of his hips a bullseye to your hidden g-spot, him stretching your body to it's limits — from inside and outside. Literally.

“Uh uh, don’t go slack on me now,” he murmurs, hot breath tickling your jaw, voice thick with dark amusement. “Thought you wanted to take care of me? C’mon, take this biiiiig stretch.”

And just like that, he picks up where you left off, his pace unforgiving, deep, grip firm as he keeps you in place. The intensity sends your senses spiraling, breath hitching, nails now clawing at his biceps, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

"Now that’s more like it,” he groans, breathless but smug, eyes locked onto the place where your bodies are joined. “Let’s see how much you can really take.”

His movements slow, deliberate, drawing you in with each deep stroke. Every shift makes you feel every inch of him, the connection between you intensifying with each pull and push.

He watches your face intently, noticing every subtle change in your expression, every little sound that escapes your lips. It feeds his confidence, stoking the fire between you as he moves.

Yeah, he's only getting started.

His strokes get slow, deep, teasing, making you feel every single draaaag of his absurdly fat girth along your silken walls. He watches your expression shift with every movement, every little whimper fueling his ego. But when he feels you start to melt, when your body clenches around him just right—he snaps.

"Xav'!— O-oh! Fuh-fuckkk! S' too much, too—"

Babbling falling onto deaf ears, xavier picks up the pace, fucking into you with deep, unrelenting thrusts, pushing you higher, higher, faster towards your euphoric high—until your moans turn into helpless cries. His grip is firm, keeping you spread wide, completely at his mercy.

As he shifts inside you, his pace never falters. It’s the slow burn of pleasure, each stroke pulling you in, only for him to pull back just enough to make you ache for more. And he can see it in your eyes—the way you're starting to melt, your body softening under his touch.

With each thrust, he drives into you with a deeper need, hunger to push you past the edge, but it's controlled, measured—he knows exactly how to build you up without letting you fall too soon. "I know, baby, I knowww," he mutters, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

The pace between you both becomes a mindnumbing rythym, one that sends waves of heat through your body, building higher and higher, until your breath catches and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. The world narrows down to the feel of his body against yours, the way he holds you, guides you through the tension building within you both.

“Let go for me, yeah?” he whispers, his voice low, each word laced with anticipation. His grip tightens, pulling you in even closer, pushing you higher toward the point where the heat between you will finally reach its peak.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder, body trembling, unable to do anything but take what he gives you. The pleasure is unbearable, overwhelming, and then — the tight coil in your stomach snaps in an instant—sending you spiraling.

Your orgasm hits hard, body locking up as you shatter in his hold, his name slipping from your lips in a broken cry as your hands desperately claw at his skin.

He's surely leaving red claw marks. Your walls flutter wildly around him, dragging him under with you.

"That's it." he breathes, followed by a sharp spank! to the back of your thigh, his heavy breath brushing against the shell of your ear.

His breathy chuckle snaps you out of your drunken daze, eyes rolling to meet his already starring daggers into you.

"You've got me all riled up now", his voice is a low, dangerous whisper, lips brushing against your temple.

And you gasp as you feel his cock spring in excitement inside of you, his feet now planted onto the mattress before he ushers a quick kiss to your temple, as if he wanted to apologize for what he's about to do.

"Ohhh, baby. You're up for a loooong ride."

Zayne ✘ ALL I GOT !

You don’t even get the chance to move.

Zayne has you flat on your stomach, one huge hand splayed across your back, keeping you pinned against the mattress.

"Where are you goin’, sweetheart?" His voice is low, teasing, dripping with amusement as he watches you try—and fail—to push yourself up.

You barely lift yourself wobbly onto your hands an inch before his hand flies out, smacking yours away like it’s nothing, making your body hit the mattress— again.

"Nah." The sharp command sends a shiver down your spine, followed by a scoff. "You stay right here."

A desperate whimper bubbles up in your throat when he grinds his hips into your ass, his cock buried deep inside, stretching you so full you can barely think.

"You're shaking, baby." Zayne chuckles, but it’s hoarse, strained, his chilly fingers digging into your hip, like he’s losing it just as much as you are.

He pulls out almost entirely, agonizingly slow, before slamming back in with such force, knocking the breath from your lungs, kissing your womb with his throbbing tip.

Driving into you with rough, unrelenting strokes, his weight pressing you deeper into the bed, like he owns you, like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else.

And he is.

He withdraws almost completely, each movement slow, teasingly drawn out, as though savoring every second of the connection. The moment he pulls back, it feels like time halts, but then, with a surge of his vicious hips, he pushes back in, the force of his cock plunding you full of his inches taking your breath away. The impact leaves you gasping, your body arching involuntarily as his movements become rhythmic, unrelenting.

There's a weight to his presence, an undeniable authority in the way he rams into you. Each stroke is deliberate, as though he's clocking into his daily shift, almost methodical, leaving a trace of himself behind with every movement.

The bed creaks beneath you as his body presses you down, his chest brushing against your back, breath hot against your ear. The intensity in his eyes matches the pace of his movements, like he's lost in the feeling of your clenching hole around him, but at the same time, fully aware of every slight shift of your body beneath him.

"I love you, I really do. But you need to lay the fuck down, my love." he groans, rolling his hips, dragging every inch of himself along your most sensitive spot. "Ain't lettin’ you up ‘til you cum all over my cock."

It's so lewd, almost absurd listening to your loving, usually composed zayne cursing as he does now, his sharp, precise and rude rams against your gushy spot so bizarre, strange even— but you're loving it.

Your body trembles, pleasure building, but the pressure is too much, too intense, leaving you overwhelmed, unable to think of anything except him. him. him.

Zayne, Zayne, Zayne, is the only word that floods your mind as you feel each vein of his cock slither against your velvet walls.

"Too much! Z-Zayne—"

You try to lift yourself again, but his cold hand is there, slamming your wrists down into the mattress before you even get the chance and he barely notices his evol slightly awakening, a cool, dangerous cold against your skin causing you to yelp.

"The fuck did I just say, sweetheart?" His tone is dangerous, but his hips never slow, the steady, merciless rhythm sending shockwaves through your body.

"Lay," his pace is ruthless, never flattening, "the fuck", knocking the sense out of your fucked-out brain, unwavering and so incredibly barbarous, ruthless, his hand forcefully pushing you headfirst into the sheets, "down."

You can feel it—the tight knot in your belly so thin, so dangerously thin, you can taste it at the tip of your tongue.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you, body tensing, walls pulsing around him so hard his own thrusts falter, breath leaving him in a wrecked groan.

"Y-yesss— hahhh! cuh-cumming!"

He's an unstoppable force.

He keeps moving, driving you past the edge, pushing through the blinding pleasure, forcing you to take it.

"You ain't done yet, baby." His voice is raspy, possessive, hands gripping your waist tight enough to bruise. "You can give me one more."

Your legs tremble, body helpless under him, but he just chuckles, feeling you try to wriggle away. He grinds in deeper, rolling his hips with a slow, punishing drag that makes you see stars.

Despite the strain, you try to pull away, to escape the overwhelming intensity of the moment, but Zayne just clicks his tongue.

With every inch of his body pressing into yours, you feel the connection deepen, the unspoken tension between you thickening the air.

His rhythm is unyielding, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge, a slow, deliberate build of anticipation that makes you ache with want. "I won’t let you go," he groans, his cool hands finding purchase on your hips, holding you down in place as if he can’t bear the thought of you moving even an inch away from him.

He has to feel you, all of you. Make you take every thrust— no, every vein of his pulsating cock draaagging against your irritaded walls.

And still, he keeps you there, trapped in the intensity of his presence, pulling you deeper into the moment with every thrust, every whispered promise, until all that exists is the heat between you and the overwhelming pull of him.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he presses in deeper, his body aligning perfectly with yours. His hips roll with a purposeful, drawn-out movement that has you gasping, the sensation a mix of pleasure and frustration.

Fuck. You're cumming.

Again?

Your second orgasm slams into you, body convulsing, legs shaking violently as you wail his name, completely lost in the pleasure.

Zayne curses, his grip tightening, and then he’s following suit, hips jerking, cock twitching as he empties his thick spurts of cum inside you, filling you so full you can feel it dripping out of you, dripping down, down, down, catching on your clit before dirtying the duvet cover.

For a long moment, neither of you move, your bodies still joined, the heat of him pressed solid against your back, locking you in place. Every ragged breath, every slow throb between your legs keeps you grounded in the aftermath—utterly wrecked, utterly his.

Then—his low, breathless laugh against your ear, smug and satisfied.

"You’re full of surprises," you mumble, voice still shaky, and he just chuckles, a deep, sinful sound that rumbles against your back, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

"Sweetheart," he purrs, dragging a lazy kiss along your shoulder, his lips lingering, teasing. His fingers stroke down your spine, deliberate, possessive. "You have no idea. And trust me," His voice drops lower, dark and promising, thick with wicked amusement,

"You’re gonna loooove what I do to you next."

Rafayel ✘ FEEL THE BURN!

"Ya think you're soooo funny, huh?"

The low, gravelly chuckle sends a shiver straight down your spine, the amusement in his voice dangerous.

He’s loving this.

Watching you struggle, hearing those tiny gasps when his grip tightens like you're pretending to fight back when you both know you love it just as much— hell, maybe even a bit more than he does.

And he’s not about to let you forget it.

One strong arm locks around your waist, securing you with zero effort as he lifts you so fast, so effortless, your breath catches before you’re slammed back onto the bed.

The air knocks out of your lungs as your back hits the sheets, Rafayel’s massive frame looming over you in an instant. His golden gaze is dark, hungry, locked onto your face as he spreads your thighs apart with a firm knee, caging you in completely.

"Look at cha'," he taunts, white fangs bare, voice mocking as he drinks in the sight of you beneath him, panting, helpless and needy.

His fingers thread through yours, effortlessly pinning your wrists down beside your head, his grip unyielding as he cages your smaller form beneath him. The heat in his gaze is searing, smirk widening as he watches the way your body reacts to him, the way you writhe and arch, silently pleading for more.

"Where’d all that attitude go, huh? You were runnin' that mouth a second ago— wanting it rough, you said."

His hips slam into yours, making you cry out, hands flying to grip at his shoulders. His fingers lace through yours, pinning them down beside your head, trapping you beneath his strength.

"Yeahhh, that's what I thought." his lips ghosting over your jaw before trailing down the column of your throat, his breath hot against your skin. "Ya' talk big, pretty, but when it comes down to it," His hips roll again, slow this time, dragging a whimper from deep in your throat. His voice drops, teasing, sinful. "Yer' just a sweet lil' thing who loves being put in her place, ain't cha'?"

Attacking your mouth, swallowing every little sound you make, his movements are barbarous—grinding you into the mattress, dragging out that sweet little tremble in your legs.

"Should be careful what ya' wish for, princess," he mutters against your lips, voice thick and heavy with need. His hands slide down, gripping your thighs, lifting them higher around his waist, pulling you deeper, making you arch into him.

He feels it—the way you pulse around him, the way you’re gripping him like you never want him to leave. His chunky crown catches at your entrance, struggling to take hold of his beefy girth each time his vicious hips spin back, teasing, tormenting, your desperate pussy clenching in protest, aching for the sweet, agonizing satiety you’ve been craving.

His movements get rougher, needier, his control slipping with each ragged breath. The telltale shudder in his thighs, the way his grip tightens, his thrusts losing rhythm, becoming frantic, desperate, as if he can’t take it anymore.

"Fuuuck," he rasps, burying his face in your neck, his fangs scraping over your pulse as his body tenses. His breath is hot, uneven, and the sound he makes—low, guttural, hungry—sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through you. "Gonna make a mess outta you, cutie. Just like you wanted."

"Shit, shit—" he rasps, voice hoarse, raw with hunger. His grip tightens, his movements becoming wild, near-uncontrolled, and you can feel him unraveling, his composure slipping.

But he won't. Not yet, at least.

And just as your body starts to break, as the pleasure builds, as the heat crashes over you—

He flips you.

A startled gasp rips from your throat as your front meets the sheets, arms barely catching yourself before Rafayel’s hand presses firmly between your shoulder blades—holding you down, keeping you in place.

"H-hahhh- yeahhh, didn't see that comin', huh. I'll give ya' fuckin' rough, aight'." he breathes, coating the crack in his voice with a breathy chuckle, pushing your hips up roughly, settling behind you with a wicked grin.

"Big girls should be able ta' keep up — unless yer' about ta' tap out already?"

You shake your head frantically against the sheets, a breathless, helpless little 'no' falling from your lips—though even you don’t know if you’re begging for mercy or more.

Rafayel just laughs, a low, dark sound laced with something downright cruel. The kind of laugh that says he’s enjoying every second of your unraveling, every tremble, every cry.

“Ah, ah, cutie,” he murmurs mockingly, his voice like silk laced with steel. “Big girls use big words. C'mon now.”

"N-no! Won't tap out! Pruh-promise!"

Then smack! his palm lands hard across your ass, the sharp sting making you jolt with a strangled gasp. Before you can even process it, he soothes the abused skin with a rough, possessive caress, his large hand gripping tight, fingers sinking in hard enough to bruise. Another wicked squeeze, another whimper torn from your throat.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back, breath hot against your ear. “Not until I’m done with you.”

And then his hips snap forward—hard, brutal, making you cry out as he slams into you deeper, faster, harder than before. You don’t even know how it’s possible for him to fuck you like this, like he’s trying to fuck the very breath from your lungs, but here he is Ruthless, like he owns you.

His grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your flesh, holding you still as he uses you without apology, chasing his high with a single-minded hunger that leaves you dizzy.

Your mind is blank, nothing but white-hot pleasure flooding your system, your moans raw and wrecked as he pounds into you mercilessly. Each thrust sends you higher, your body trembling, skin slick with sweat, but you can’t form words anymore—can’t think, can’t breathe.

Your moans turn ragged, incoherent, eyes fluttering, but he’s not letting you lose focus. He releases your wrists only to drag one hand down, wrapping it firmly around your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your breath catch, to feel the steady weight of his dominance everywhere at once.

Rafayel’s free hand snakes up, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back so your cheek presses against the sheets, forcing you to feel the full weight of him behind you.

“Fuckin' ruined. Ya' like this, don’t you? Like when I take what’s mine, fuck you stupid," he snarls, voice dark and wrecked. Another sharp whack! to your ass, followed by his bruising grip as he pistons into you, pace unrelenting.

And then—

It hits you.

Your entire body tenses, your breath catches, and you fall apart with a loud, broken moan, clenching down so hard it nearly undoes him right there.

"Fuck—fuck, thaaat's it, that's my girl"

Rafayel groans, his voice strained as his pace turns sloppy, and then-

He's gone.

His body shudders, fingers digging into your skin, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, cum flooding deep and thick, his breath coming out in harsh, gasping pants.

Hands staying firm on your hips, holding you flush against him, refusing to let go as he rides out his high, every little aftershock making him grunt, his body jerking with each lingering wave.

For a moment, all you can hear is the heavy sound of his breathing, the distant pounding of his heartbeat against your back.

Then his grin returns.

"Better buckle up," he huffs out, chuckling as he leans down, pressing a hot, lazy kiss against the back of your neck,

"Things are about ta' get hot."

Sylus ✘ NO PAIN, NO GAIN !

"Don't leave me hanging now, sweetie."

His voice drips with amusement, taunting you, mocking you. That sharp, brash grin plastered on his face, so damn punchable only makes it worse. You want to wipe it off, want to snap something back, want to regain control of the situation.

But you can’t.

Not when his Evol has your hands pinned above your head, fingers tightening ever so slightly around your throat, just enough to remind you of exactly who’s in charge.

“Ah, ah—” he tuts, pressing his forehead to yours, his free hand trailing down, rubbing circles on your clit at an agonizingly slow pace. “You’re trembling. What’s wrong, sweetie? Feeling a little overwhelmed?”

"Fuck," you hiss under your breath, eyes fluttering shut as you struggle against his hold, but it's pointless.

Sylus only chuckles, pressing his body against yours, shoving you further up against the wall. His free hand traces up your waist, slow, teasing, possessive, before gripping your thigh and hiking it up around his hip.

"You look so cute like this," he murmurs, voice like silk and sin. "All worked up—mmm, finally found a way to shut that bratty mouth of yours."

You open your mouth to curse him out, to beg, to do something, but he doesn’t give you the chance. Instead, he crashes his lips onto yours, stealing every last bit of breath you had left.

"And would you look at that? She's the talkative brat now", referring to your squelching pussy, restoring thwart after thwart, his strong force pushing you further into the hard wall, back scraping against it.

His kiss is hungry, domineering—a messy clash of tongues and heat, claiming you with each deep stroke. Strategic thrust send you rocking against the cold wall, grand cockhead knocking at your cervix.

He devours you, lips moving slow, calculated, pulling needy whimpers from your throat with every teasing nip.

Then suddenly—you're airborne.

A startled gasp rips from your lips as Sylus effortlessly lifts you, his inhuman strength making it look like nothing, making you feel so weak, fragile, feeble in his hold.

In mere seconds, you're being thrown onto the bed, body bouncing against the mattress before his weight follows—caging you in.

Your arms are restrained by his strong hand are pinned above your head, completely at his mercy. His Evol flickers, and with a mere thought, tendrils of energy coil around your wrists, binding them firmly in place.

Oh, he's enjoying this.

Sylus smirks down at you, mocking, amused, dragging his knuckles along your cheek before tracing down your throat, then your chest, teasing twist of your nipple earning a yelp from you.

"You look so good like this, darling." he hums, dipping down to press a kiss to your jaw, then your pulse, feeling the way it races under his lips. "I won't be able to hold back, I fear."

Angry cock head prodding at your entrance again, you whine as the all to familiar stretch dawns upon you, toes curling as your walls welcome his leaking reddish tip into you.

His hips roll forward in a slow, deep grind, making you arch instinctively, perky nipples brushing against his milky skin, a breathless moan slipping past your lips.

"That’s it," he coos, dragging his teeth along the shell of your ear, hand finding comfort around your throat again, just enough pressure to make your breath stutter. "Let go for me. I got you, yeah?"

The slow, torturous build-up shatters, all pretense of mercy stripped away as Sylus leans fully into his cruel rhythm—pushing, pulling, unraveling you piece by piece.

Every time you feel yourself teetering on the edge, every time your breath catches and your body begins to tip into release, he drags you back, expertly denying you. His touch is maddening—a slick, calculated tease one moment, a brutal, punishing grip the next.

You’re trembling, thighs quaking, voice reduced to breathless, broken pleas, but Sylus doesn’t waver. No.

He wants you wrecked. Desperate.

His mouth curls into something dark, wicked as he watches you unravel beneath him, Evol shimmering and solid around your wrists—tight, unyielding, glowing faintly with that signature crimson hue as it pins you helpless beneath him.

“Look at you,” he growls low, voice dripping with dangerous satisfaction. “Fucking shaking. So pretty when you’re like this, ruined, begging.”

The Evol tightens, binding your wrists tighter, the pressure deliciously cruel, forcing your arms above your head, making you arch into him helplessly.

At the same time, that cold, inhuman hand curls possessively around your throat—steady, commanding, thumb pressing just beneath your jaw. Just enough pressure to make your pulse pound, to make each gasp shallow, ragged.

“Oh?” His lips brush against your ear, voice molten, dark, sending a shiver spiraling down your spine. “All talk but no bite, huh, sweetie?”

His hips snap hard against you suddenly, and the shock of it punches the air from your lungs. You cry out—a muffled, desperate sound—his hand on your throat swallowing the noise.

“Every fucking time you get close,” he hisses, grinding deep, his pace ruthless now. “I'll you back. You think you’ll fall without me? Think again. I decide when you fall.”

Your body convulses beneath him, back arching into the relentless onslaught, and still, his grip around your throat remains steady—a constant reminder that you’re entirely at his mercy. Your hands flex uselessly against the solid coils of Evol pinning you, wrists burning from the restraint.

“Beg for it,” he commands, voice guttural, sharp as his fingers dig into your hips, holding you immobile. “Beg me to let you fucking come.”

Your lips part, wrecked, incoherent words spilling out—please, please, Sylus—but he doesn’t ease up. If anything, his grip tightens, the cold hand on your throat pressing down just a little more, leaving you trembling on the verge of collapse.

"P-please, sy'! I ouhhh!"

“Please what, darling?,” he rasps, leaning down, mouth dragging over your throat, teeth scraping against the pulse fluttering beneath his hand. “Use you're words. You're a big girl, no?"

Another brutal thrust. Another roll of his hips that has you seeing stars, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as your body jerks, overstimulated, frayed down to the nerve.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he growls, his control fraying, voice ragged, eyes locked on yours. “Tell me how much you need me to break you.”

“Need it—fuh- fuuuck!—need you, Sy',” you gasp, barely able to form the words, each syllable catching as his pace grows ruthless, punishing, calculated to keep you hovering on the edge, your entire body shaking violently beneath him.

“That’s more like it,” he snarls, low and wrecked.

And then—finally—the tension in him snaps.

The Evol coils pulse, squeezing around your wrists almost possessively, and the cold grip on your throat loosens just slightly, enough to let your strangled gasp escape as his hips slam into you, relentless, merciless.

“Now,” he orders, voice like gravel, breath ragged and hot against your skin. “Cum for me. Let me feel you fucking lose it.”

You shatter instantly—pleasure crashing through you so intensely it borders on pain, your entire body convulsing, nails scraping uselessly against air as the Evol keeps you pinned, as his hand clamps down again, holding you firm while your release rips through you, violent and direct.

He watches with predatory fascination, rubies dark and heavy-lidded as he drinks in the way your body trembles, the way you strain beneath him, utterly at his mercy.

"Oh, sweetie," he coos, his voice drenched in honeyed mockery, rich and slow like the velvet drag against the skin on your neck. "What a mess."

His fingers move with agonizing leisure, tracing delicate patterns over your quivering thighs before dipping lower, his touch almost like a whisper. Heat flares in his gaze as he shifts down, lips ghosting over sweat-slicked skin before pressing a lingering, possessive kiss to your inner thigh.

He lingers there, his gaze stuck on the sticky mess between your thighs, inhaling the scent of your surrender with so much need, hunger, and desire.

"We’re not done," he murmurs, words dark and sinful. His breath is hot against your skin as he trails his mouth lower until he's hovering above your abused cunny, breath tickling against your swollen clit, a slow torment that sets your every nerve ablaze. "Not until I break every single one of your limits. Until you forget where you end, and I begin."

And with the way his hands cages your thighs in his firm hold, the way his voice seeps into your bones like liquid fire, branding you, claiming you, you know there’s no escape.

Because Sylus always gets what he wants.

Caleb ✘ BREAK LIMITS!

"You loooove this don't you, pips'? Love it when I do this?"

His voice is a low growl, hot against the shell of your ear as he tightens his grip around your waist.

His hands—big, rough, trembling from how much he's holding back, so desperate to unleash his full desire onto you—press into your skin, keeping you exactly where he wants you — firmly rutting his hidden, throbbing cock against your core.

It's unreal, really. Your sweet, doting Caleb—always so soft, so gentle, so ridiculously in love with you—reduced to this desperate, gluttonous mess. And all for you. Only for you.

His lips are everywhere. Your jaw, neck, collarbone—marking you, tasting you. The way his tongue flicks over your pulse before he sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh to hold himself back sends a shiver down your spine, a broken moan tumbling from your lips.

"M-Mhm! L-loooove it, Caleb. Love it when you fuck me right."

It only makes him greedier.

"Oh fuck—shiiiit! I'll fuck ya' aight," he groans, forehead pressed against yours, breath hot and ragged. "Yer' drivin' me crazy, baby."

If you ever underestimated Caleb—thought his love was sweet and harmless—you've surely changed your mind now.

Squirming in his hold your hands claw at his biceps, signaling that you need more, one hand scrambling for his briefs to free his throbbing cock— unsatiable desire getting the best of you as you feel his prominent hard-on rub against your soaked panties.

And once he pushes your dampened panties to the side, teasing his angry tip at your entrance, you're gone.

Legs trembling, muscles tightening as he pushes into you, slowly, inch by inch, chestnut eyes ogling down at you, sucking in the sight unfolding beneath him.

You're barely given a second to breathe before he crashes his mouth onto yours—hot, hungry, desperate, setting his vicious hips into motion. The kiss is wet, tongue pushing past your lips as he devours you.

His hands roam your body, gripping, pulling, claiming until your body is molded against his— from inside out, every inch pressed to his burning heat.

You squirm in his hold, intensity of it all almost to much as you sway your head from side to side, desperate to escape those damned eyes of his, not only looking at you, but through you.

"Don't you fuckin’ dare," his voice drops lower, rougher. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to meet his dark, consumed gaze once again, successfully burying himself inside you completely. "Don’t you dare hide from me, baby."

Then suddenly—you're lifted.

A startled gasp dies on your tongue as his arms hook under your thighs, cock still bullying your gushy spot, pulling you into his lap effortlessly. But he’s not done. Not even close.

"Hold on tight, pips," he breathes against your lips, a smirk curling at the corners.

And then—he stands up.

Still inside you, still throbbing, still consumed with the need to get closer to you—deeper, broad frame lifting you with little to no struggle.

His strong arms lift you up up up, only the crown of his dick caged in between your walls until he slams! Your body down on him, forcing his entire length to fill every nook and cranny of your poor cunt, walls tightly embracing him.

Your legs swiftly tighten around his waist, arms clinging onto his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you in the air, each thrust deep and brutal, driving him further into your welcoming cavity.

"Fuck—yer' so perfect, baby. Taking me so fuckin' well—look at cha'," he pants, his gaze flickering between your fucked-out expression and the sticky mess with every devastating thrust.

His fingers dig into your ass, adjusting his grip before slamming you down onto him again, pulling a choked sob from your throat. The sound sends a shudder down his spine, his resolve breaking, legs slightly trembling as he pistons his hips up into you, his Evol suddenly flickering to life, assisting him by grounding you onto him with harsh force, charging your body to take every single mean kiss he gifts your cervix.

"Mine."

The word is guttural, ripped from deep in his chest—raw, hoarse, laced with something dark and possessive. He doesn’t just take — he claims, his grip ironclad as he manhandles you into place.

His hands are everywhere—bruising your hips, yanking your legs wider, forcing you open to take him all. Thrusts merciless, punishing, a relentless pace meant to break you apart and piece you back together as his.

"Mine. Mine. Mine—"

Your tits bounce wildly with every brutal, punishing ram, the slap of skin against skin echoing obscenely in the space around you. And he doesn’t miss a single thing—his eyes dark, ravenous, locked onto the way your body moves for him, the way you take every inch of him like you were made to.

A growl starts low in his chest, primal and possessive, before he dips his head without warning, catching one taut nipple between his teeth.

He bites down—just hard enough to make you gasp, the sharp sting sending another jolt of pleasure straight to your chubby clit before soothing it with his tongue, sucking hard, lips dragging wet and hot as he groans against your skin. The vibration of it makes your toes curl, your back arching into his chest instinctively, offering yourself to him like something to be devoured.

“Bouncing so pretty for me,” he snarls against your breast, voice dark and wrecked, his breath hot against your slick skin. “ Takin me so fuckin' well.”

His fingers tighten on your ass, bruising, spreading you wider, making your entire body tremble as his pace shifts—turning ruthless, desperate, almost feral.

Hips snapping forward, deep and punishing, the sheer force of it knocking the air from your lungs over and over again, forcing helpless, broken sounds to spill from your lips only to be swiftly swallowed by his hungry mouth latching onto yours.

Your nails claw at his sweat-slicked back, dragging down his skin as you try to ground yourself, but it’s useless. He’s relentless, unyielding—a machine built to ruin you, claim you, make you realize that you're his.

And just when you think you can hold on, he wrenches your hands away. His other hand snakes up, grip bruising, possessive, fingers wrapping around your jaw, forcing your gaze up, locking your eyes with his.

“Eyes on me, pips,” he growls, voice low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine. “Wanna see every little thing ya' give me.”

His hips slam upward again, brutally deep, making you cry out beneath him, your body trembling violently beneath the weight of his stare. His thumb presses hard into your jaw, keeping your head tilted up, leaving you nowhere to hide.

“That wasn't to hard now, was it?” he rasps, his breathing ragged, hips pistoning faster, harder. “Ya just gotta look at me with those pretty eyes while I tend t' this moody pussy of yer's, baby. ”

His words punch through you, filthy and raw, making your head spin as he keeps driving into you like a man possessed. Every thrust forces you back up the bed, your legs spread wide, his grip unrelenting as he holds you exactly where he wants you.

“Goddd yer' made for this,” he groans, leaning in closer, mouth dragging hotly against your jaw, your ear, his voice dropping to something wrecked, ruined. “Made ta' take me.”

His mouth crashes back to yours, devouring, claiming, teeth scraping your lips as he groans into the kiss. His hips never slow, pounding mercilessly, driving you closer and closer to the brink.

“Fucking love watching you fall apart, baby,” he pants against your mouth, voice hoarse, raw with need. “You hear me? So desperate, so fucking tight, feisty thing squeezing me like you don’t wanna let go.”

Your entire body trembles beneath him, wrecked, undone, and still, he gives you no reprieve—thrust after thrust, claiming every inch, his words dark and filthy, sinking beneath your skin.

“You’re mine,” he growls, voice breaking as he pounds into you harder, deeper. “Say it.”

You try to answer, but the words catch, lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure, your moans the only response he gets. His hand tightens just slightly around your thigh, not hurting, just enough to pull your gaze back to his.

“Say it.”

“Y-yours!,” you gasp, desperate, barely coherent.

A dark, wicked grin curls at his lips as he slams into you one final time, hips grinding deep, grinding rough.

“Gooood girl,” he groans, his voice a shattered, sinful thing. “Now fuckin' cum on this dick. Own it.”

It’s not a suggestion—it’s a demand, and you feel the weight of it pushing you over the edge. His hand tightens on your hips, pulling you against him, encouraging you, guiding you through the overwhelming rush that builds with each deep thrust. The pleasure crashes through you like a wave, and with the echo of his words in your mind, you give in, feeling the surge of release flood through you, as you let go completely, consumed by the heat of the moment.

Caleb slams in one last time, burying his massive girth to the hilt as his hips stutter, gravity evol forcing you into place, his body locking up as he spills inside you, the heat of it only making you clench harder around him. His grip is still unrelenting—holding you down, forcing you to take every last drop, his forehead pressed against yours as he pants through the aftermath, still steady on his feet.

Warmth spreads through you as you both tremble, still locked together, his strong arms keeping you upright as you both shudder through the aftershocks.

And then, he looks down.

Where his seed drips out of you, trickling down your inner thighs onto the floor, thick and hot.

And the way his grip tightens, evol steadying his trembling legs from giving out…?

Yeah. He’s not done yet.

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03/19/25; 02:15pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ how they seduce you in public ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

warnings: slight voyeurism.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

the dinner party seemed to be dragging on for hours.

your bored expression was all too evident to the onychinus leader, letting out a rich chuckle when you kept pushing around the asparagus while taking minuscule bites of your steak.

“bored already, i see.” you give sylus a signature pout, biting into the asparagus with a little too much force, "i can't help it, this dinner party feels too stifling... and a bit too boring for my taste."

your lover lets out a hum, expression thoughtful while swirling his glass of red wine around, "well, mr. damien has always been my more... old fashioned business associates. he likes to keep things in a bit more of an... incognito fashion, even if today happens to be his birthday."

you were about to respond when one of the many servants places a cup of coffee in front of you, giving you a bow while telling you that this was the third course of the meal. once he leaves, you were left gaping at the unappetizing cup of black coffee. "who the hell thinks of coffee as a form of dessert?! not even a single slice of birthday cake?!"

ruby red eyes were glimmering with amusement now, with his rich chuckles echoing throughout the area as he scans the venue. "well sweetie, if this coffee isn't sweet enough for your taste, how about i give you some dessert?"

your lips were poised over your own glass of water, eyebrows shooting up in response as you wondered what he was scheming. before you could even ask, sylus gets off of his chair and hides beneath the table. heat was felt dusting at your cheeks when your strained voice harshly whispers, “what do you think you’re doing?!”

yet all you received was a simple hum in response, coupled along with the sensation of his hot breath felt between your legs. you could feel your heart lurching within your chest when large hands were felt gripping at your legs before spreading, and although you couldn’t see him, you could feel him.

you could feel the sensation of his teeth pulling down your panties-

you could feel the way his large hand cups at your center before sliding a finger within your folds-

and you could definitely feel the way his mouth latches on to you.

you grip at the edge of your seat, biting down harshly at your bottom lip when sylus’s tongue dives straight into your slick heat, flattening within you to capture as much of your honeyed arousal that he could manage. your breathing comes out in labored, uneven breaths, with you nearly crying out the moment he introduces another finger inside of your heat.

beads of sweat were felt running down your brow as you were subjected to his hedonistic touch, each stroke of his tongue and pinch felt from his fingertips bringing you that much closer to your completion-

until it all comes crashing down on you the moment you felt him sucking at your swollen bundle of nerves, forcing your release out of you when you emptied yourself into sylus’s awaiting mouth.

“hah…” in a complete daze, you saw sylus come back to his seat, his suit not quite as pristine as it once was as he clears his throat. meeting your gaze with a cheshire cat grin, he places an arm around your shoulder, basking in your trembling state while licking the evidence of your release off of his lips.

“now how was that for some dessert?”

you were currently waiting at the clinic for your annual checkup, seeing as though your boyfriend had been bothering you to get one for weeks now. flipping through the pages of the magazine, you sigh, ready to toss it back on the table when a familiar voice calls out your surname.

with your eyebrows furrowed, you stand back to your full height, clutching your bag closer to you as you were met with dr. zayne himself. with a tilt of your head, you softly call out his name, “zaynie?”

pushing up his glasses, he merely shakes his head at you, “it’s dr. zayne, now, will you follow me into one of our rooms so that we may begin your physical examination?”

letting out a sigh, you follow your boyfriend’s lead, walking deeper into the clinic. you pass by a few nurses and other doctors, giving them a polite nod and greeting before zayne suddenly stops in front of you. you ran into his broad back almost immediately, your nose taking the brunt of the impact as you immediately soothed the slight ache with your fingertips.

zayne faces you, gesturing at you to enter the room. giving him a simple nod, you take a step inside the clean and barren room, jumping slightly when zayne was heard closing the door from behind him. “go ahead and lay back on the bed.”

you watch as he adjusts his glasses, deciding to tease him a bit when you poke at his broad chest with your finger, “i didn’t think you would be the one to perform my physical exam, dr. zayne.”

“don’t be silly, miss. you know i spend some of my time working at the clinic.” he helps you by taking off your jacket, hanging it along with your purse against the door while coaxing you to lay back against the bed. the thin paper crinkles with your added weight, and you found yourself looking up at the bright lights above you.

blinking back the tears that threaten to fall in response to such brightness, you watch zayne from your periphery as he inches closer to you. the stethoscope was already settled within his ears, and you could detect the faint scent of his cologne when he presses the cold end of the stethoscope against your chest. he hums, eyebrows furrowed while letting out a sigh of your name.

“not good, i can’t seem to hear anything.” your breathing hitches the moment zayne places a hand beneath your shirt, gently removing it before tossing the fabric to the side. with your plain bra revealed to him, he places his stethoscope against your chest once more, now smiling when he could hear the steady racing of your heart.

“zayne…” you trail off, his name morphing from your parted lips into a soft mewl when you felt his fingertips dancing at the edge of your panties, detecting the growing moisture against the fabric.

“hn.” removing the stethoscope, he allows it to dangle across the back of his neck, trailing his gaze down the length of your legs before gently parting the fat of your thighs with his hands. “how interesting. i sense a sweet smell wafting off of you.”

bracing himself against the top portion of the bed, zayne delves his fingers within the waistband of your panties, inserting a finger inside of your slick heat. you were left gasping at the sudden intrusion, hearing the way your walls squelched each time zayne pumps his finger, as if welcoming him.

“ngh…” with a soft grunt of your name, zayne continues to pleasure you with his skilled fingertips, drawing out your soft moans for a brief moment before he slams the palm of his free hand against your lips, effectively silencing you.

“hush dear… or else someone may interrupt our physical examination. and we wouldn’t want that to happen now, would we?”

his startling eyes were eclipsed by an endless darkness, evident of his pure desire for you when he adds another finger within your cunt, further drawing out your pleasure as you got lost within his sinful touch.

the movie had been going on for far too long, and you regretted taking xavier out on such a boring date.

for starters, the movie was much too convoluted, introducing copious amounts of characters that made it that much harder to follow along. letting out a sigh, you take a chance to get a peek at your boyfriend-

only to see him close to dozing off several times during the movie.

with your lips pursed, you reached out to him, hands gripping at his to help with waking him up. he nearly jumps out of his seat as drowsy, true blue eyes meet your gaze from beneath the glow of the big screen. “hn? what is it?”

he yawns, wiping the sleep from his eyes when you lean in closer to whisper in his ear, “i’m really sorry. i didn’t think this movie would be so long and boring. should we get out of here?”

xavier shakes his head, gesturing to all of the snacks you had purchased to help with enjoying your date. “no, it’s alright. we can stay until the end…”

heaving out another sigh, you bite down at your bottom lip, “but that’s the thing, i didn’t realize this movie would be so… boring.”

xavier gives you a gentle smile, eyes already focused back on the screen when he asks, “shall i make this movie event less boring for the both of us?”

you give him a questioning glance, tilting your head when you saw how xavier had lifted the armrest that separated you from him. curious as to what he was doing, you felt your eyes go wide when his large hand nears the waistband of your pants.

“wait-“

a sharp gasp was ripped from your parted lips, feeling xavier pulling down your pants in a swift motion. once they were pulled down enough to reveal your panties did he finally make his move.

his eyes never strayed from the screen the moment you felt his fingers sliding into your slick walls. your breathing turns labored, hands already clinging to the bottom of your seat when he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

since this was a very public place that had quite a few movie-goers, you had to keep your gasps and moans to a minimum, praying that the movie would muffle the wet sounds of xavier fucking his fingers into you. the sensation of it all became too much to bear.

with your back arched against your seat, you release into xavier’s awaiting hand with a low hiss, earning a low grunt of approval from your hunter boyfriend when he removes his hand from your soaked panties. pulling your pants back up to your waist before returning his gaze back to the movie, acting as if he hadn’t committed something so sinful in such a short amount of time, leaving your head reeling from the aftermath of it all.

rafayel had invited you to join him in one of his showcases, displaying his artworks with pride while you stood by his side. as he made small talk with the other artists, you were allowed to explore the exhibit, wandering around a bit with your arms crossed over your chest.

while you admired his art, there was a spectacular piece that caught your eye, one that took up the entirety of the wall. you found yourself entranced, your feet taking you toward it as you found that your very breath had been taken away by its sheer beauty.

within the canvas was a painting of a mermaid dressed in a flowing white dress. a veil covers her ethereal expression, yet you were certain that she was beautiful beyond comprehension. surrounding her were the gentle waves of the ocean painted in various hues of pink and lavender with undertones of sapphire blue. your mouth goes dry when you look at the title of such a painting.

“a lemurian’s bride.”

envy was felt scorching down your throat, making the tip of your nails dig into the palm of your hands as they created crescent shaped marks against your skin. you knew it was asinine to be jealous of a mere painting, but you couldn’t help yourself-

for the woman that was painted so lovingly looked nothing like you.

and that made your connection with rafayel feel all the more bitter.

“there you are, cutie! i was looking everywhere for you!”

you visibly stiffen in response when rafayel wraps his arms around your front, your name sounding like a soft whine when rafayel cuddles his face within the side of your neck, “princess, what is it? what’s wrong?”

“care to explain who that woman is?” you end up snarling at him, shoving him aside by placing the palm of your hand against his slender chest. he frowns at you, eyes appearing confused before looking up to see his painting. a knowing smile paints his expression before morphing into a smirk, “ah, are you jealous, princess?”

“whatever.” you shove him aside, ready to leave his museum when rafayel actively stops you. taking advantage of his strength as he crushes you to his chest, “let go of me! why don’t you go to her and leave me alone!”

“you think she’s beautiful… right? well, i say you’re wrong. that woman is nothing more than a figment of my imagination that i conjured with a paintbrush. in fact, i can show you true beauty at this very moment…”

you were given little time to react when rafayel carries you toward a nearby wall, spreading your legs before kneeling in front of you. he hides himself within the skirt of your dress, pulling down your panties within seconds as your aching sex was revealed to him. the lemurian wasted no time when it came to pleasing you, head already surging forward when he placed his lips against your slick heat.

his grunts and hums were felt vibrating through you, and you grip at the top of his hair with your back arched against the wall.

yet the moment you felt his tongue curling inside of you, you lost all of your train of thought-

lost all sense of coherency as rafayel kept pleasuring you with his mouth and fingertips. you end up tossing your head back in response to the relentless pace he was setting. the way his fingers kept traveling deeper inside of you while his hot mouth drank up all that you had to offer-

it was impossible for you to stay mad at him-

and you would never know how that painting was a depiction of rafayel’s fated future with you, his one and only bride.

you were simply enjoying a beach day with your old friends, eating delicious barbecue while making small talk with everyone. you had invited your boyfriend to come along, yet he seemed dead set on remaining by your side, not even making an attempt to speak to everyone else.

feeling as though you were a little tipsy, you excused yourself from the party with caleb placing a protective hand over your shoulder. you hear your friends crying out to you to come back, yet you only managed to give them a weak smile and wave in response. blocking your friend’s view of you with his broad back, caleb takes you somewhere more secluded, leading you toward the tide pools while maintaining his protective hold on you.

“come on, you can rest over here to clear your head, pipsqueak.” with a nod, you brace yourself against one of the rocks, eyes taking in the puddles of seawater that surrounds you. feeling caleb’s comforting warmth from behind you, you smile and thank him for remaining by your side as you attempted to sober up.

“of course, babe. anytime…”

you felt your colonel’s powerful body looming over you. you thought that caleb only wanted to give you a comforting hug-

so imagine your surprise when he places the palm of his large hand against your abdomen, sliding down your body before stopping at the front of your jean shorts. your breathing hitches in response when he manages to unbutton them, sliding them down the length of your legs along with your panties.

“cay-“ his name was cut off the moment you felt his large hand cupping at your naked sex, making your heart lurch in response as you held on to the rock, trying to keep yourself stable when caleb inserts one of his thick fingers inside of your heat.

your mouth goes dry as a series of broken moans escapes, unable to hold them back when caleb begins pumping his fingers rapidly in and out of you. you felt as though you were slowly losing your mind, nearly falling into the damp sands when he adds another finger within your core, eliciting even more wanton moans from you with each scissoring motion felt within your heat.

“you don’t know how jealous i was, seeing your old guy friends leering at you in front of my face.” he gasps while whispering into your ear, inhaling the scent of your hair while continuing his rapid ministrations. “you’re mine… and i just had to remind you.”

with a final pinch felt against your swollen clit, you released yourself fully into his awaiting hands, soaking his skin while caleb bites down at your earlobe, whispering harshly against them,

“if those little boys think they even have a chance with you when i’m still around, then they’re in for a rude awakening, pipsqueak.”

end notes: i’m still in pain, but not in enough pain to deny myself of that vitamin d 🤤

pls ignore me, that was so stupid wiahahshahahahabdahxh currently unedited, but what else is new ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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midnightcinderella · 4 months ago

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captive bird - caleb 夏以昼

tension boils over during the thunderstorm in caleb’s living room—things get heated. what really happens in captive bird when caleb and mc are finally honest with how they feel about each other.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings/angst, fluff, canon story continuation

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 13.4k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, SPOILERS TO CAPTIVE BIRD (main story), more compliant with original chinese script, pseudo-incest (it’s very clear they are not related and do not feel related), unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, virginity loss (male and female), panty sniffing/licking (while on female mc), panty stealing, multiple orgasms, light choking, improper use of Evol, lots and lots of dirty talking (caleb is a vocal man), lots of pet names (princess, brat, baby, babygirl, and the occasional pip-squeak), cumming on stomach, cum…licking?, use of gege, size difference, use of Y/N, lots and lots of main story/lore/anecdote references, lots of feelings and angst, references to caleb’s right arm, bratty mc/brat tamer caleb

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | captive bird video (also has entire ch2)

━ ✧.˖ A/N: vomits everywhere DON’T LOOK AT ME,,,,,idk how this got out of hand….i was hoping it would be MAX 9-10k…it’s 13k….anyways i hope you enjoy <3 first of many love letters to caleb, my babyyy.

if you cannot tell yes caleb is my favorite….far far behind is sylus and then behind him is zayne. but i fear it is not even close.

this is the first installment of my “””planned””” caleb series - essentially it’ll be smutty moments throughout the canon content: main story, five star mems, bonds, etc. no schedule, no promises. i will write when i feel inspired <3

lore and plot build up is probably 4k words and the smut is like 9k. It goes lore → smut so you can skip the plot and go straight to the smut if youd like LOL

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

“Our reporters out in the field confirmed the lockdown will be lifted after being in effect for weeks. The Farspace Fleet assures everyone that the explosion in the Cascade District will not happen again–”

The newscaster is cut off when Caleb shuts off the television, coming up behind you. True to his word, three days had passed and it seemed the situation in Skyhaven was on the cusp of “resolving.” You’d finally be able to return home soon.

Home–to Linkon. It used to be Caleb’s home too.

On the other hand, your prickly relationship with Caleb had only tensed further in the past few days. You’d exchanged maybe a handful of words, not for lack of trying on his part.

After he had clasped the monitoring bracelet onto your wrist, he may as well have locked away the last bit of hope you had that the Caleb you once knew was still under that prim and poised Colonel’s uniform.

In your time at Skyhaven, he’d proven time and time again that the Caleb you grew up with, the gege you once loved, was gone. And what remained was someone you did not recognize, and didn’t know if you cared to.

And yet, in the three days you locked yourself in the hollow room of his suffocating home, he’d still cook every meal for you, despite being gone much of the day. Three times a day, without fail, a tray of your favorite Caleb specials would show up at the foot of your door, accompanied by small and ridiculous sticky notes that pulled relentlessly at your heartstrings.

Caleb always loved notes. He used to say it was your guys’ thing.

But now, you weren’t so sure there was a you and him anymore.

“After all this is over, the Fleet will return to the Deepspace Tunnel. You’ll be safe. For now,” Caleb’s words cut through your thoughts. You nearly jump at the sound of his voice, this being the most you’d allowed him to say to you lately.

What’s more jarring is the idea that the Farspace Fleet is leaving Skyhaven. You’d forgotten that they hardly ever stationed here–spending most, if not all, their time patrolling the Deepspace Tunnel.

“So you’re just going to leave again? Without saying anything?” you bite out, overwhelmed by a bitterness you hadn’t quite processed since reuniting with him.

Caleb smiles, a ghostlike smirk that doesn’t meet his eyes. It’s riddled in self deprecation and pity, “You won’t have to see me anymore. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he chuckles and grabs your wrist, “I’m about to leave. Let’s have dinner together.”

Between the idea that Caleb is leaving you yet again, and him making yet another demand of you, you violently rip your arm away from him. Your words are venomous as you spit them out, “So I have to listen to the Colonel even when it comes to eating and drinking now?”

You storm away from him, sitting on the couch in the living room, hands clenched in your lap. Your gaze is fixed on your angrily quaking fists, and in the corners of your vision you see Caleb seating himself on the ottoman in front of you.

“You can be mad, but don’t let it affect your health,” he holds out an apple in front of you, a silent offering. It's perfectly red opulent skin only makes you bristle with more annoyance.

“I’m not mad.”

Caleb chuckles knowingly, “Growing up, I knew you better than anyone.”

His voice doesn’t change but there’s an undercurrent of emptiness that makes you look up at him. He doesn’t meet your eyes, his cheek resting on his fist as he turns the apple in his fingers, the ruby skin glinting under the lights.

“I could see through your lies before you could blink. Bite your lip, and I could instantly tell you were upset.”

He speaks as if remembering something precious he’d lost, violet eyes briefly flickering to yours before they cast downward again, focussing on the apple like it might solve your problems.

“Then tell me, since you know me so well, what am I thinking right now?”

Before he can respond, you continue, “I’m thinking…how did you turn into someone I can’t even recognize?”

Part of you regrets the words as soon they come out. But the other part, the larger part, wants him to see what you see. To feel what you feel. You think that part of you wants to hurt him like he’s been hurting you.

Caleb chuckles darkly, putting the apple back into the fruit bowl on the coffee table with the other perfect and untouched apples, “I know. You’re thinking a chip got put into my brain and it changed who I am, right?”

His shadowed gaze meets yours, unfathomable emotions shining through the eyes you once found immeasurable comfort in. He reaches out to hold your cheek, his fingers grazing your jaw. The look in his stormy eyes makes your skin crawl, and yet his touch is so unbearably familiar that you can’t help but lean into him.

“What if I told you…I was always this person?”

Your breath catches at the inexplicable hope that clashes with the sinister darkness shadowing his face. His deceptively simple words have you unconsciously inching away from him, your mind reeling as you struggle to accept them. Refuse to accept them.

Could he really always have been this person?

Could you really have been so deluded that you’d fallen in love with a complete stranger?

No, not a stranger–but someone who never even existed to begin with.

You recoil, not from his touch–but from his words, your spine hitting the back of the couch. There’s a split second where Caleb’s face falls, a flash of the sweet innocent boy you were yearning for finding its way to the surface. But then his face hardens, his Colonel’s mask slipping back on.

He stands before you, between your parted knees, his height looming over you like the impending storm that brews just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the glass cage that was his home.

Caleb’s voice is so rough you almost don’t recognize it. His fist grasps the back of the couch beside your head, trapping you between it and him. You can’t bring yourself to push him away, your chest pounding at his proximity, eyes instinctively drawn into the curves of his lips as he speaks.

“It’s you who’s still living in a fantasy, Y/N.”

Those hauntingly beautiful amethyst irises search yours for even a glimmer of understanding. You’re nearly consumed by the stark contrast of the frenzy and despair in them.

“The people who want your power–who’d hurt you. They should all just…disappear.”

Caleb speaks with such a sinister conviction, as if he’s swearing a solemn oath to you. One that paints your skin with goosebumps at just how serious you can tell he is. How much of his humanity he’s willing to throw away–for you.

“You’re only safe when you’re by my side.”

He smiles at you, a deceptively warm smile that reminds you of the gege who always bandaged your knees and shielded you from the thunderstorms that reminded you of the roar of Wanderers. The Caleb your heart found itself inexplicably yearning for, no matter how much you told yourself you shouldn't.

But the flickering darkness–the frantic despair in his deep purple eyes pulls you back into reality, like a blackhole swallowing all the light around it.

“I’d rather be in danger than live like this, Caleb!” the sheer anger you’d held onto from the last three days boils over, tears of frustration pooling in the corner of your eyes.

Your next words come tumbling out before you can stop them, knowing just how much they’ll hurt him. You’re not even sure they’re true–but once the floodgates open, you can’t shut them.

“I don’t need you!”

Caleb’s gentle smile transforms into one of disbelief as your palm rests on his chest, finally finding the strength to push him away. When he glances away from you, his eyes darting around frantically, he looks hopelessly lost. A plane adrift.

“Don’t need me?”

His voice is incredulous as he grabs your wrist, holding it above your head. His grip is firm and unyielding, but not enough to hurt you in the slightest. Caleb always knew just how much you could take, after all.

It doesn’t take much for him to pin you firmly against the couch, leaning in closer to cage you into the furniture. In the back of your mind, you know you should shove him off–slap him even.

But all you could focus on is the way his long eyelashes are so close you could count them. How you can feel his heated breath fan across your parted lips, practically able to taste him on your tongue.

You can’t find it in yourself to put up a fight, unable to even tear your eyes away from him as the dark expanding universe in his irises searches yours. All you can do is weakly, pathetically, hit his arm.

“Then tell me, what do you need? I can give you anything.”

Did you want him to leave?

Your heart pounds at his words, the raw honesty and vulnerability dripping off of them, so serious it was nearly a threat. The desperate glint in his eyes was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You didn’t recognize him in the slightest.

“You want to return to Linkon? Then we can go back to Linkon.”

Could you return to Linkon with him? To the place where you’d held Caleb’s hand for the first time and inevitably fallen in love with the gege who’d protected you all your life? A man who was now no more than a ghost of who he once was.

“If you want to return to the past, then we can rebuild our old house and live together again.”

House. Not home. Because that’d been destroyed in the same explosion that’d killed your Caleb.

“And if one house isn’t enough, I’ll build you an entire maze.”

A maze. Designed with the illusion of a way out, but in reality you knew it’d just be another way to keep you caged in like a little helpless bird all over again. Flying around aimlessly–lost.

“I’ll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you’ve ever seen.”

Caleb holds your face possessively as he speaks, as if you might disappear at any moment. His thumb catches stray tears as they descend your cheek. The devotion in his yearning eyes is boundless, a void threatening to swallow you whole.

A dream world just for the two of you.

“No one will ever be able to find you ever again. I’ll protect you forever.”

The dream shatters into a million glass fragments, the shards embedding into your heart that had bled and scabbed over so many times these past few weeks in Skyhaven that it was unrecognizable.

You press your free palm into his chest, pushing back gently. There’s no frustration or urgency this time, just a heartfelt plea that you can’t quite place.

“Caleb…you shouldn’t do this.”

The words feel foreign as they leave the tip of your tongue.

“You’re my…” the term feels like acid but you force it out, needing to get through to him. Your open hand on his chest closes into a tightly clenched fist.

“My…brother. You mean more to me than anything.”

For a long time you hadn’t felt like Caleb was your brother. You don’t really know if you’d ever felt like he was. The only thing you were certain of was that Caleb had become the most precious person in your life.

And you loved him. Was in love with him.

But it was too late to tell him that now.

For now, you needed him to see reason. That the world he envisioned for the two of you was nothing more than a faraway dream, and dreams existed only in the whispers of the night.

Caleb freezes, before biting out a bitter chuckle–halfway between a scoff and a sneer. The Colonel’s mask slips off, fluttering to the floor entirely. The wild look in his eyes is reminiscent of a caged beast that’d been whipped one too many times.

“Hah–brother?”

You struggle as Caleb pries your hand off his chest, not really knowing why you’re fighting him. It’s hard to think, with him so close to you, your resolve fading with each moment that passes.

You vaguely hear the bowl of apples on the coffee table being knocked over, unceremoniously tumbling to the ground. Caleb hovers above you, his face darker than the torrent of storm clouds just outside the glass windows.

“Y/N, your biggest mistake was believing that I could play the part of your perfect brother forever.”

You can’t tell if it’s the terrifying roar of thunder or his shocking confession that makes your heart pound so violently it hurts. Your fist quivers as you pull back, but Caleb only holds you tighter, unwilling to let you go.

The weight of his words crushes you–stealing your breath away, until there’s nothing left but the wreckage of your resolve.

“Day after day, I’ve endured. I’ve held myself back. But now…”

His voice is so low that you can barely hear him over the clap of thunder, gravelly with a hungry desperation that makes your toes curl against the carpet.

“I’m done playing pretend.”

The lightning outside flashes, illuminating his shadowed eyes revealing the depth of his turmoil. Without the carefully knit Farspace Colonel’s mask he always wore, Caleb was an open book, wearing his heart so openly on his sleeve that you could see every twisted thought.

Temptation, desperation, yearning, guilt, sin. All that he had shouldered and endured alone, donning the role of the supposed “older brother” like a shield, unwilling to risk losing the most precious thing in the world to him.

You.

And after weeks of seeing nothing but the cold, faraway, unforgiving Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, you were drawn to this Caleb like a moth to a flame.

Illogically, irrevocably, and so deeply that it hurts you.

Caleb swears under his breath, shaking his head as if trying to snap out of a daze. His grip on your wrists loosens, but he doesn’t let go. His words come out in a forced choke, almost as pained as his anguished stare.

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that unless you’re willing to admit you’re done playing this game too.”

You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, your face no doubt as red as the apples that had tumbled to the ground. Your thoughts race a mile a minute, trying to reconcile what you’d always felt for him, telling yourself you shouldn’t, with what he was confessing to you now.

What if you were never part of the game to begin with?

“Like what?! I’m not doing anything!” is all you can find yourself saying, almost petulantly, deflecting from what’s threatening to spill over. His skin felt impossibly hot against yours, his fingers nearly branding your wrists, reminding you just how much you’d come to feel for him.

Reminding you of exactly who your heart was so violently pounding for in this exact moment.

Caleb shakes his head, a dark breathy chuckle escaping his lips as he releases your hands from above your head, instead gripping the couch behind you, boxing you in again. The storm outside fades away, until it’s only him, looking at you with an entire universe’s worth of longing reflected in those lavender halos.

His hand lifts to your cheek, hesitating before he uses the knuckles of his fingers to wipe your tears away, stroking along your jaw. It’s impossibly innocent, and yet you find your thighs clenching against him.

“Tell me I’m insane.”

You blink up at him trying to process what he was asking of you, the same exact things you had been telling yourself for…years.

“Tell me…it’s all in my head.”

Caleb’s voice is nothing more than a desperate whisper, pleading with you to tell him what he needs to hear. Yes…or no. Whatever it is, he just can’t play this game anymore.

“Tell me you don’t feel…this.”

His long fingers slowly, tentatively, thread into your hair, his thumb stroking your jaw as he gently grasps your face, tilting you closer to him. Your eyes flicker to his parted lips that are so close you could just inch forward and taste them.

You definitely felt it.

“I-I don’t. Caleb…we can’t do this.”

You lie through your teeth, still holding onto the last fray of restraint you had left. The last, dying, part of you that wanted to keep the memory of you and Caleb exactly how it was. In a beautiful crystal box, that you could cherish and protect forever.

Unchanging, undamaged, untouched.

Perhaps…that’s what Caleb thought he was doing when he kept you here in his glass home. Keeping you alive.

“Didn’t I say I could always tell when you’re lying, pip-squeak?”

His amethyst eyes are hooded with a deep swirling caution, warning you. That he can see right through you–he’s always been able to. And he’s never taken well to you keeping things from him.

You try to bite back the visceral shiver at that sweet little pet name he so effortlessly called you, even when he was looking at you like a lion would a sheep.

Caleb lowers himself so he’s kneeling before you, his knees pressing into the edge of the couch between your legs.

“You’re trying to preserve a fantasy–a dream. But I’m right here, in front of you,” he urges, his voice broken and raw. Taking your hand, he presses your palm to his chest–his heart. Even through his shirt, you can feel the ridges of his muscles heaving with the weight of his heavy heart beats.

“Caleb…” you murmur, halfway between a warning and a plea. The feeling of his heart beneath your palm blurs the line between reason and desire.

Caleb shuts his eyes, drawing a deep and shaky breath.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he growls, his fingers digging into the expensive leather of the couch, so forcefully that it threatens to rip.

“Don’t say my name like I’m already gone. I’m right here.”

The vulnerable plea in his voice is so thick that you choke, tears welling in your eyes as you stare up at him, his eyes reflecting the same Caleb who used to point out planes as they flew by in the sky, promising you the world.

Maybe you were the one who’d imprisoned him.

Trying desperately to hold onto the Caleb you knew. Blind to the fact that he was right in front of you, even if he’d shed the feathers you once knew. Forcing him into the tiny suffocating cage of what you wanted.

He was right here. The Caleb who wore your hair ties on his wrist, the same one who dried your wet hair, who always looked for your face in every crowd.

The same Caleb who always did anything and everything to protect you, ever since he held your hand for the first time.

And you’d punished him for it.

Your hands come up to hold his face in your palms, holding his gaze with unyielding regret. Caleb’s breath audibly catches at your touch, his face instinctively nuzzling into your palms, eyes shutting in a brief second of respite.

“I…” you start, trying to find the words. But they escape you, stuck in your throat, where your heart clenches with repentance. Caleb is incredibly patient, stroking circles into the back of your head, not pushing you.

You try again, “I’m…” You curse yourself inwardly, eyes prickling.

Why couldn’t you just fucking say it?

You were the coward, after all.

Caleb’s thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth, careful not to stroke your bottom lip like he so desperately wanted to. His other hand clenches into a tight fist that trembles with the weight of his restraint.

He gives you that half smile that’s so effortlessly Caleb that what’s left of your resolve snaps.

“You don’t have to say it,” he reassures, almost dejectedly, his beautiful bright violet eyes falling, dimming like a burnt out bulb, “It’s okay.”

Even when he’s falling apart at the seams, his first instinct is to protect you.

His breathing is heavy, lips parted, as his eyes flicker to your lips. The longing is so evident in those amethyst irises, but the light fades with every second that passes. Fighting with every instinct in his body, his thumb brushes along your jaw one last time before he releases your face, getting onto his feet.

“Just…have dinner with me before I go–please.”

Your eyes widen, heart pounding painfully as you watch him back away from you.

No.

You were done living in this fantasy you’d built. The dreamland you’d woven for Caleb and yourself. It was just as much of a prison as the one he’d put you in.

Before you know what you’re doing, you reach out to grab his wrist and yank him back. Taken utterly by surprise, Caleb falls back toward you with little resistance. Almost falling into your lap, his hands shoot out to the couch behind your head to steady himself, his forehead nearly pressed into yours.

“What are you–”

Before your courage fades, you thread your fingers on either side of his face into his soft hair. You lean in the rest of the way, resting your forehead on his, his bangs prickling your skin. Your breaths mingle, his lips so close you could almost feel them–how soft they’d feel against your own.

Do. Don’t think.

You push your lips to his, swallowing his subtle gasp of surprise, pulling him as close as he can possibly get with his knees pressed up against the seat of the couch.

Caleb hesitates, his hands remaining respectfully by your head, his lips still.

But that lasts for less than a fraction of a second before his hands are gripping the back of your head, fingers tangled aggressively in your hair, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, groaning unabashedly into you.

Caleb’s lips are soft, slotting perfectly against yours like two broken pieces of glass. His teeth gently graze against your lip, begging for more. He’s the perfect balance of hungry and tender, demanding and delicate.

You can tell he’s holding back, adorably so–not wanting to cross any boundaries unless you haul him over those lines. Despite that, he can’t help but cup the back of your head possessively, pulling you impossibly closer against his torrid lips.

Finally giving into what you’ve dreamt of for years possesses you with a boldness you’ve never experienced. It isn’t long before you’re teasing the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue, wanting in.

Caleb groans, one hand cautiously shifting to your hips. He hesitates, and you use your own palm to press him into your waist, begging him to hold you tighter.

In one swift motion, he has your legs swung over his thighs, not going so far as to seat you on his lap. You sit on the cushion beside him, his arm cupped behind your back, the other holding your jaw. Your own hands are looped around his neck, inhaling his breath as your own, your tongue desperately tangled with his.

To your dismay, Caleb pulls away, his fingers gently holding your chin. He pants, broad chest heaving with desire, tilting your face so that your eyes level with his.

“Tell me you want this.”

He fights with every instinct in his body that tells him to take your lips in his again. The way your beautiful eyes flutter at him, your lips perfectly parted so that he can feel your warmTH fan against him.

He’d spent his entire life forcing himself to look the other way–convincing himself that he should be the brother figure he thought you needed. Resolved his heart to still every time he saw those very fluttering eyes and intoxicating lips.

But now you were unraveling that very carefully crafted resolve, imploding it like a collapsing star.

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N.”

You were a coward, but Caleb always made you brave.

Swinging your thigh over his lap, you straddle him, pressing him deeper into the couch. Caleb swears under his breath, his hands instinctively resting on your waist, locking your body against his. Holding his face in your hands, you bring him in so close his long eyelashes tickle your cheek.

“I want this. I want you.”

Caleb’s swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the intensity of his need, “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you saying that.”

He weaves his hand into the back of your head, pulling you to him, consuming your moans once more. His tongue claims every inch of you, causing your mind to go blank, throwing all prior restraint and reason out the window.

Your body rolls instinctively against his lap, gasping when you feel something solid and thick right where your undoubtedly soaked panties press against Caleb’s lap.

His fingers tighten against your hips, threatening to leave fingertip shaped bruises, ripping his lips away with every ounce of self-control he has left.

“Y/N…this is your last chance to tell me to stop,” he rasps, eyes clouded over with a dark animalistic gleam. A desire that could only be born from years of pent up yearning and restraint.

“Once we start…I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he murmurs, holding your cheek so adoringly. It’s clear that, while he’s giving you an out, he prays to the Gods that you won’t tell him to stop.

With a pointed roll of your hips, earning you a delicious breathy moan from him, you grip the back of Caleb’s head, tugging on his hair. You pull his head against your chest, cradling him affectionately.

Caleb inhales a sharp breath at the sound of your pounding heart against his ear. How many times he’d stayed up, fraught with haunting nightmares, listening to this very sound, to your steady breathing, grounding him to this reality.

“I’m done playing pretend, Caleb.”

You can feel his entire body go rigid beneath you, his thick muscles tensing with heated desire. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip with reverence.

“Then…let me show you what’s real.”

With very little effort, Caleb picks you up, gripping your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeal, looping your arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life.

“A little warning next time would be nice,” you grumble as he walks you, presumably, to the bedroom he had given you. His bedroom.

Caleb chuckles, his frustratingly infectious laugh, pressing a wet kiss into your jaw, “You used to beg me to carry you like this all the time. Suddenly you don’t like it?”

Your cheeks heat up at the memories of all the times he’d carried you around when you feigned being too exhausted to move, “It’s different now.”

You find your back being pushed against the cold and hard surface of the bedroom door.

“You’re definitely right about that. Back then…I couldn’t do this.”

He presses his lips into the curve of your neck, biting down with just enough force to make you clench against his solid body, crying out in surprise. Your reaction elicits a deep and warm chuckle from him. He kicks open the room of the bedroom and sets you down gently on the plush of the mattress.

He keeps his fingers pressed firmly into your thigh, keeping it hooked against his waist. Your chest heaves with desire, looking up at him expectantly. He hovers just an inch above you, kneeling between your legs, elbow pressed into the bed beside your face, caging you in.

“You’re…” he rasps, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh. He trails off, at a loss for words as his eyes rake down your lips, to your wonderfully exposed neck, to the defined curves of your collar. He clenches his fist, trying to calm down and stop himself from absolutely devouring you.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

“I’m what?” you tease, biting your lip at the way his eyes travel down your body, like it was his first time seeing the sky. Your hand travels from his jaw to trickle down his pulse, fingers teasing the bare skin where his silver necklace normally sat, the dogtag forgotten somewhere on the living room couch.

He groans, knees buckling under your touch. You gasp when you feel his excitement against you, your body instinctively arching up to grind against him. The sensation feels so mind numbingly intense that you can’t help but let out a soft moan, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.

Caleb hisses, his fingers digging in, almost painfully, to your thigh. His hips chase the feeling, bucking against you again, making both of you groan. He holds your jaw tenderly in one hand, forcing you to look at him, his voice rough with lust.

“You’re a brat,” he murmurs, sinking down to your neck, “Gonna be the death of me.”

He trails a kiss of heated kisses down your pulse point, using his tongue to draw the most beautiful moans from your kiss-bitten lips. When he reaches your collar, he laughs into your burning skin.

“Nothing else to say, princess?”

You whine at his condescending tone, never a fan of losing to him. Mustering up your courage, you trail your hand lower until they tease the waistband of his pants. You don’t give him a chance to protest before you slip your fingers in, gasping when they meet the hot leaking tip of his cock. It’d hardened to the point that it could practically sit at his belly button, so you didn’t have to reach very deep for what you wanted.

You revel in Caleb’s string of choked expletives, biting back the moan that threatens to escape your own lips when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, desperately trying to stave off the orgasm you’re already building in him.

Years of yearning, restraint, and being completely and utterly uninterested in anyone that wasn’t you had truly eaten his stamina.

It only encourages you to wrap your fingers snugly around him, giving him just one single languid stroke.

Caleb’s fingers find your wrist, closing tightly enough to stop your ministrations, a dangerous warning reflected in his eyes. You can see his pulse pound in his neck, his breath coming out heavy and forced.

“Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, hm?” he grits hoarsely, deceptively calm, trying his best to hide how completely unraveled you have him with your pretty little fingers wrapped around him. When he has you panting so divinely beneath him, like he’d dreamt of for years.

With your hand caught in his, your eyebrows furrow in challenge. Your free hand weaves into the back of his head, pulling him back down so you can press a teasing kiss into his neck. When he stiffens above you, you sink your teeth in, marking him as yours, which he’d always been. At his hiss of ecstasy, your hips buck up to drag against his bare erection, nearly able to feel how wet you’d gotten through your panties and through your jeans.

“Such a tease,” he grounds out, his purple eyes burning with a dangerous desire, “Who taught you to be such a brat? Cause I know it wasn’t me.”

Your eyes flare with indignation, despite how badly your body literally quivers for him

“Not a brat. You’ve just always been a sore loser,” you taunt, pressing another heated kiss into his pounding jugular, this time letting your tongue tease him.

With a feral growl, you find both of your hands pinned above your head with just one of Caleb’s bigger hands, his grip punishing and addicting. He pushes his cock right into your inner thighs, giving you a taste of what’s to come.

“You’re going to regret that, baby.”

With his free hand, he undoes the buttons on your blouse, yanking it open. Your coat had long been forgotten, probably somewhere on the couch, leaving you completely naked before him. You hadn’t worn a bra since you’d been stuck inside for the last three days, and with Caleb being at the base most of the time, you didn’t see the point.

You yelp as the cool air-conditioned breeze hits your bare nipples, not noticing the way Caleb’s eyes widen, his pupils dilating like he’d been concussed.

“Why aren’t you…” he trails off, his eyes doing their damn best to stare into your eyes and not at the soft plush of your breasts. The way your beautiful skin leads up to your hardened nipples that are just begging to be tasted. He doesn’t finish his thought, swearing like a sailor.

Caleb’s violet eyes search yours, pleading with you.

“Tell me one more time.”

You trace his jaw with your fingertips, trying to ignore how painfully exposed you feel. His eyes flutter shut, his cheek nuzzling into your hand. Like a puppy.

But when his eyes open again, there’s a ravenous fire that reminds you more of a rabid wolf than a sweet little house pet.

“Tell me you want this. Because...” he pauses, his fingers tracing down your collar, stopping right before the swell of your chest.

“I can’t go back to playing house. I can’t go back to pretending to be your big brother. Not when I’ve tasted you.”

Your heart flutters, core tightening, at his simultaneously sweet and filthy words. Gently wriggling one hand free, you grab his finger that rests on your collar, guiding his hand down. Caleb’s breathing grows incredibly heavy and off-beat as he watches you lead his hand to cup your breast.

You bring his face to yours, whispering, “Caleb…”

“Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

Caleb’s eyes widen noticeably, cursing, “God you–you’re so fucking beautiful. Especially when you say my name like that. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

With one hand still pinned above you, the other holding his hand to your chest, you crane your neck up, pressing your forehead to his.

“Show me, Caleb.”

At the sound of his name rolling off your perfect tongue yet again, Caleb snaps. Gone was the chivalrous restraint he’d been hell bent on exhibiting.

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling your chin to his, consuming you in a mind numbing kiss. You’re so distracted by his tongue against yours that you don’t notice when his fingers close around your nipple, rolling it torturously.

You tear your lips away with a moan, your back arching into him.

Caleb chuckles, between trailing kisses down to your chest, “Needy little thing, huh?”

You’re about to snark back at him until he takes one of your nipples into his lips, letting his tongue circle it tenderly. You bite your lip to stop the embarrassing sounds that threaten to escape, the warmth of his mouth driving you to insanity.

Caleb snakes one hand to your lip, gently unfurling it from your teeth. He’s still attentively devouring you when he forces himself to tear away for one second.

“Don’t you dare hide those pretty sounds from me,” his voice is commanding, every bit of the Farspace Colonel you’d come to know. Except this time, the Colonel makes you shiver with desire and not fear.

His thumb presses deeper, teasing your tongue. Growing impatient with how you hold back your cries, he sinks his teeth into your hardened nipple.

“Nngh–Caleb!” you all but scream. You can feel him smiling against your chest before he alternates to the other, drunk on the noises you cry for him. The taste of your skin on his tongue.

“You always were so good for me.”

With his lips latched onto you, he uses his free hand to unbutton your pants, tugging them down until you’re in nothing but your soaked panties. His fingers trickle down, teasing the waistband. Before he goes further, he grips your chin, bringing your hazy eyes to his.

“More?” he murmurs tenderly, trying to get a temperature check on how you feel. He’d be damned if he ever made you unhappy again.

You sit up on your elbows, peering down at him. He’s flushed from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, his lips shiny with saliva. You let yourself revel in how devastatingly handsome he is, a sinful thought you’d denied yourself many times before.

God, you needed him so fucking badly.

Desperate to make up for years of lost kisses, you pull him in for another. When you finally pull away, you press his forehead against yours, your breath uneven, noses touching.

“More. Please.”

Caleb grins, “That’s my girl.”

Pushing you back against the bed, he sucks a trail of hickeys from your neck, to your breasts, down to your stomach.

In between his kisses, he murmurs, “Let me worship you like I’ve always wanted to.” You whine when he gets to your legs, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh. Your instinct is to pull away, acutely aware of how close he was to your soaking panties.

But Caleb’s fingers dig into the plush of your hips, effectively locking you against his desperate breath and wild eyes. He continues his relentless attack on your quivering thighs, purposely letting his nose brush against your panties, using his fingers to tease them to the side, letting his warm breath caress your most sensitive parts.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Caleb growls, almost in awe, “God, you spoil me.” He’s so close that he can smell you, his mouth literally watering in anticipation.

You whine, at your wit’s end, “Caleb, don’t tease.”

“Always so impatient,” he chuckles with a crooked grin, “I didn’t hold myself back for nearly a decade just to rush this.”

You groan in frustration, tears nearly forming in your eyes from the pure desperation, “You’re such a–hnngh!”

You cut yourself off with a breathy cry, more of a screech, when Caleb presses his tongue into the soaked fabric of your panties, nearly wedging himself into your leaking lips.

He groans as he tastes you. Even through the fabric you taste like a fucking drug. If heaven had a taste…this would be it.

“I’m such a what, princess?” Caleb chuckles breathlessly into your pussy, using your same teasing taunt from earlier.

You’re about to reach over to smack him when Caleb finds your clit, even through the underwear, his lips sucking obsessively. Your hips buck up into his mouth, back arching off the bed, only to have Caleb press his big hand into your stomach, pushing you back down.

“Dreamt about this, you know?” he grunts into you, practically taking a deep inhale of your intoxicating pheromones, his nose pressed into your underwear, as his tongue works you into a frenzy. He renders you unable to speak, even though you want to beg him to move your panties to the side.

He licks another stripe, this time between your lips and all the way until the tip of his tongue strokes your clit, making you squeal.

“Dreamt of how you’d smell.” He can’t help but breathe in a shaky breath, intoxicated by you, drunk off your scent.

“Dreamt of how you’d taste.” He finally tugs your panties down your thighs, nearly cumming right then and there at the sight of your naked core, glistening for him. Like a hormonal teenage boy.

“Hah–Caleb!” you’re cut off when his lips latch onto your bare clit, suckling gently as his fingers start to tease your folds, gathering up your copious slick with his fingertips and smearing it around.

“Dreamt of how you’d call my name. Just like that, babygirl.” He continues to devour you like a five course meal, better than any recipe he’d ever perfected. You tasted so divine on his tongue, he feared he’d never come back from this. Never be able to be without you. Always wanting to dive in between your legs, devour you until the only thing that dared leave your lips was his name.

“God you taste…” he can’t even complete his thought before his tongue is wedged between your slit again, lapping you up greedily. You’re too lost in your own pleasure to tease him, your eyes fluttering backwards.

“Can you take a finger, princess?” he groans shakily, practically begging. His breath is hot on your sensitive core, making you tremble.

“Y-Yes–mmf–please,” you huff, fingers carding through his hair as he nuzzles happily between your thighs. Like a bear with a honeypot.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes against you before slipping one finger into you. You gasp, the sting from just one digit taking you by surprise–thicker and longer than your own. But it doesn’t necessarily hurt.

Caleb bites the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on licking up the honey between your legs and not how unbelievably tight you are around just one finger. His cock leaks with the urgent need to feel you, and with how beautifully you’re unraveling for him, he has to fight from cumming untouched.

“You’re so…tight,” Caleb groans, almost in awe. He only had one finger in you. And you felt like that. You can only respond in a string of strangled moans, completely lost in the sensations that ripple through every nerve ending.

“Sh-shit,” he mutters, imagining what you’d feel like wrapped around his length as you clenched against his one finger. You were dangerous.

“Gonna need to stretch you out. Can you take another, sweet girl?”

You nod, not really knowing what he’s saying–too lost in this whole new world of ecstasy Caleb is introducing to you. But you trusted him with your entire life.

Gently, Caleb adds another one of his lengthy fingers. You wince at the stretch, the pain ebbing over the pleasure, causing tears to spring to your eyes. Caleb instantly stills, suddenly hovering above you, his fingers still deep inside you. His purple eyes are crinkled in concern, his free hand brushing the stray strands of hair off your cheek.

“Hey,” he murmurs tenderly, his thumb catching stray tears, “You with me?”

You writhe, still adjusting to the stretch of his second finger, the pain dulling slowly. His still fingers start to feel unnatural, the need for friction growing with every passing second.

“I’m–angh–I’m good,” you pant, “C-Caleb–please. Move.”

Caleb nearly chokes, his cock lurching at your tearful and needy plea. He slowly starts to move his fingers in and out of you again with the utmost gentleness.

“You’re doing so good for me, Y/N,” he pants, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay, “So wet and–hah fuck–warm.”

You whine at his praises, your gut knotting in excitement, the sensation returning back to a tingling pleasure.

Caleb gently scissors his two fingers, pressing his tongue against your core once more, desperate for another taste.

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he rasps in between sucking at your sensitive bud, “Feel good, princess? You like it when I praise you?”

You whine, nodding as best as you can, too far gone to feel ashamed. Your heart squeezes when you suddenly wonder just how Caleb had become so skilled with his fingers, with his tongue.

But you’re pulled out of those thoughts when the man in question starts flicking his tongue with renewed vigor and passion. An overwhelming pressure builds in your gut that makes you writhe with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Caleb presses you back down, flat against the bed, “Tell me, baby. Let me hear you.” He jerks his fingers, simultaneously flicking his tongue against your clit. His hips buck repeatedly, groaning into your core as he fucks into the mattress.

The lewd sounds of his fingers inside you makes your cheeks burn with want. The vibrations that roll off his tongue and straight into you send you reeling.

“C-Caleb, it feels–I-I can’t..take much more,” you squeal, feeling like your abdomen is going to burst. You almost want to shove him off, overwhelmed by your impending orgasm. Yet you can’t get enough of his hand, his mouth, on you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against you, fingers still inside you, “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Your breathing grows erratic, reduced to nothing but cries and moans, as he quickens his pace, curling his fingers to a hypersensitive part inside you. Your eyes go wide as the tension in your belly combusts, pleasure searing through your entire body like a wildfire.

Your fingers dig into the comforter, your back arching off the mattress. Caleb groans as he listens to your unabashed cries, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Angh–Caleb! Oh God,” you whimper as he continues to devour you, even when you’re gushing. If it didn’t feel so mind blowing you’d be embarrassed that you were dripping quite literally on his face.

“Fuck–dreamt of how you’d fall apart for me, just like this. But you’re…so much fucking better than my silly little fantasies.”

His fingers start to slow as your body trembles with overstimulation. You watch as he withdraws them, entranced by how they glisten and drip with you. With how exquisite you taste, intensified by just how many times he’d fantasized about this very scenario, he can’t help but lick his fingers absolutely clean.

You shakily sit up on your elbows, a mix of mortified and turned on watching him drunk off your slick. Your chest and gut both flutter, your teeth clamping down on your lip.

You wanted to taste him too.

Standing on your knees with him, you wrap your arms around his neck, taking him by surprise as you press your lips to his. His grunt is swallowed by your eager tongue, the taste of yourself confusingly arousing as you kiss him fervently.

His hands hold your waist tight against him as he kisses you passionately, reverently. You can feel his massive erection against your stomach, his skin soft and burning against yours. It leaks profusely, smearing against your naval.

Eagerly, breaking away for only seconds, you lift Caleb’s shirt up, scrambling to get it off of him, wanting him to be as exposed as you.

While you have him off guard, you weave one of your hands with his, clasping your palms together. Resonance always came effortlessly to Caleb and you–as natural as breathing. Using your Evol, you manipulate Caleb’s gravity Evol, flipping him beneath you and onto the bed. Your tongue is still tangled with his as you lay atop him, swallowing his chuckles. Your cheeks warm as you try and summon your most alluring self, pressing soft and heated kissing down his jaw, into his thrumming pulse, his thick shoulders.

“You’re so damn cheeky,” he groans, voice gravelly with pent up need, inexplicably turned on by the way you can control his Evol like second nature. His cock twitches as your lips make their way down his body, needing to be buried inside you more than ever.

As you descend further, lips at his abdomen, your intent becomes clear to Caleb. And while the thought of your lips around his dick makes him twitch like a virgin, which he unabashedly was, his impatience to be inside you grows to a painful peak.

He sits up, his hands finding your chin and tilting you to look at him. His voice is ragged, barely holding back the animalistic desire he feels for you.

“Hey, no. You don’t have to. Let me worship you today.”

He doesn’t mention that the feeling of your lips on his burning skin, nearing his painfully hard erection has him just about ready to come undone. Untouched.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back down. You don’t push very hard but he lets himself fall back, weak to your every want and whim.

“Haven’t you always wanted this, gege?” you grin teasingly, unsure where your confidence comes from. Your lips brush against the veins on his pelvis that lead to his very excited member. He jerks involuntarily, cursing under his breath–the familiar pet name now carrying an entirely new meaning.

“Sweethe–fuck,” Caleb chokes as your lips find their way around his thick leaking tip, deliberating shutting him up.

You do your best to pull your teeth back, not having much experience doing this, especially not with one so…big.

But big was an understatement. Caleb was…massive. He had girth as well as length, two prominent veins painted across the pink skin, standing incredibly tall against his abdomen.

Maybe you should be scared–terrified, of how that would fit inside you later. But it only makes you want to please him more.

Caleb’s fingers unconsciously find their way into your hair, tugging ever so gently. He does his best to stop himself from thrusting up into your impossibly tight throat.

“Hah–s’fucking…” he groans, voice haggard and forced as if he can’t breathe, “God, always knew that pretty little mouth would be perfect.”

His words encourage you to dare further, your tongue flicking against his leaking head, lapping up the leaking beads of his arousal. It’s surprisingly sweet, tinged with saltiness, no doubt from his addiction to apples, which makes it easier for you to take him deeper.

Caleb’s hips thrust up gently, his inexperienced excitement nearly controlling him completely. You relish in the way he almost uses your throat for his pleasure, slightly ashamed to think about how many times you’d imagined Caleb using you roughly.

Your thighs clench at the thought, a throaty moan escaping. Caleb’s hips stutter as the deep vibrations of your cry push him closer to painting your mouth milky white.

His voice comes out hoarse, almost harsh, “That’s enough, sweetheart. Come here.” He gently lifts your chin, his impossibly thick cock still buried down your tight throat.

You whine, not stopping, wanting him to come as undone as he had rendered you. Your whine only sends Caleb closer to the edge with a strangled hiss.

You feel the familiar feeling of his Evol wrapping around you, lifting you off, and throwing you under him. You roll your eyes as he hovers above you, his eyes level with yours.

“Always throwing me around with your Evol,” you grumble as if you hadn’t done the same thing moments ago.

Caleb grins, the entire room nearly lighting up with his handsome smile. His fingers trace down your lip to your throat, his hand wrapping around it gently.

“Would you rather I throw you around myself? That can be arranged.”

Your breath hitches as he pulls his pants the rest of the way down, giving you a brief reprieve to really admire his naked body. Caleb had always been well built, even in high school. But now, as he hovered above you, you were painfully reminded of just how much Caleb had grown up.

There was a reason Caleb attracted women left and right all throughout your lives. It literally got so excessive to the point he’d ask you to show up to campus and pretend to be his girlfriend to stop the countless advances. But now, after the explosion, after assuming the position of Colonel of the Farspace Fleet…

He was unreal.

Caleb chuckles, a teasing glint in his violet eyes as he grazes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, “Careful pip-squeak, any longer and you might start drooling.”

When you only respond with a silent glare and a gentle punch to his chest, his very muscled chest, Caleb grins and presses a tender kiss to your pouting lips.

“Later, we will discuss why you’re so good at that. For now…” he trails off hoarsely, entirely serious, despite his teasing tone.

“For now let me show you what you’ve done to me, hm? How utterly you have destroyed me for anyone else.”

Your heart flutters at his words, throat prickly with emotions. Was it really possible that the two of you had felt the same way about each other for nearly your entire lives, both unwilling to speak up?

“How many times I told myself I was crazy, that I was just supposed to be your gege.”

He takes the base of his thick erection into his hand.

“How I had to physically remove myself from the house when you’d wear those god-forsaken shorts.”

He drags himself up and down your leaking core, gathering up your arousal and lathering it against his burning cock. God you were so unbearably wet he had to fight from diving back face first in between your legs.

“How painfully I’d ache when you curled up next to me, claiming to be scared of the thunder.”

He intentionally presses his tip harshly into your clit, making your eyes roll and your hips buck, a strangled moan of his name escaping your lips.

His voice grows strained as he lines himself up with your entrance. While you were anxious of what you knew was coming, your body craves him like no other, your hips instinctively grinding, as if to impale yourself on him.

“How completely you own my heart.”

Caleb captures your lips in a searing kiss, eagerly consuming your cries of satisfaction as he gently rubs his engorged head against your unbearably tight heat. The anticipation eats at you, but you find yourself pulling your lips away.

“I-I’ve never…” you murmur shyly, trailing off, hoping he gets the message without needing you to spell it out. You grip the sheets nervously, your knuckles white.

Caleb’s eyes snap to yours, so quickly his neck nearly cricks. There’s an unprecedented swirling fire in his irises. He hisses, a string of curses that you can’t quite make out, the hand holding the base of his cock shaking.

“You can’t just…You’re trying to kill me aren’t you, pip-squeak?” he growls, restraint hanging on by the thinnest of threads. He buries his face into your neck, taking deep breaths of your intoxicating scent.

“Is that bad?”

He lifts his head from your shoulder, holding your face in his hands, letting his erection rub freely against your slicked pussy.

“No. No. But you’re making it impossible not to…” he groans, slamming his palm down onto the bed.

He sits up, taking your jaw into his hands, cupping your face with all the adoration in this world and the next.

“I haven't either. I’ve only ever wanted you. In high school, at the Academy…In this life, and every life after.”

“Ever since you held my hand for the first time, I’ve been yours.”

His words are so utterly devastating–sincere and painfully raw. It makes your chest constrict, your breath choked off. You find yourself rendered speechless again, despite how many confessions of your own were swirling in your mind, threatening to burst.

Instead, you pull him towards your lips, only able to convey the depth of your own devotion with your actions. Caleb grunts into you, relenting as you demand entrance to his mouth. You lose yourself in him, guiding him to reposition himself at your entrance.

Caleb nips at your bottom lip, his painfully hard dick in his hands once more, pressing gently into you.

You rip your mouth away in a pained squeal as he enters you, stretching you in ways you’d never fathomed. You’re so lost in the sting you don’t even notice the way Caleb’s knees buckle, his palm shooting out to catch himself before he falls on top of you, a string of hoarse expletives escapes him.

Caleb’s fingers gently brush away the hair that's fallen onto your face, the graze of his soft skin momentarily distracting you from the burning ache. His touch is so unbearably tender, it completely masks the way he’s falling apart at the seams, fighting his body’s instinct to explode white and hot inside of you.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting from your jaw into your neck, “You’re so perfect for me. Can you take a little bit more?”

The muscles of your thighs quiver violently at the strain of your body trying to accommodate his stupidly large dick. And while it burns like nothing you’ve ever felt before, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

In the mush that he’s rendered your brain, you can vaguely hear yourself babbling, “C-Caleb–nngh–I-I can take more. Always wanted you–ngah–s’bad.”

Caleb’s amethyst eyes blacken, his jaw tightening sharply.

“Y/N…you can’t just say things like that–say my name like that and expect me to–hah–keep it together,” he rasps, the thin thread of restraint, on the verge of snapping.

Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears spilling from the corner of your eyes. Your fingernails dig into the thick ropes of muscles in his shoulders, pulling him closer. The sting makes his teeth clench, inadvertently sinking another inch into you.

“Mnngh–need you Caleb, I’ve always n-needed you,” you whimper, lips against his ear. Caleb stiffens.

“Fuck–okay baby. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything.”

You look down as he sinks yet another inch into you, his vein throbbing as it tries to nestle into you. Even through the searing stretch, you’re mesmerized by just how big he is, and how he’s fitting himself so perfectly inside you. The muscles of Caleb’s abdomen tremble with restraint, doing his best to keep from pounding into you.

Caleb kisses your cheek, softly licking up your stray tears.

“G-God the real thing is so much better than anything I could’ve ever dreamt up,” he grunts, squeezing your hips tenderly as he tries to bottom out, “Wanted this–wanted you for so damn long.”

The initial pain had ebbed into a dull ache that was quickly bleeding into the same ecstasy he’d just given you with his tongue.

“Ngah–wanted you since I can remember Caleb,” you confess brokenly, thick with the release of imprisoned emotions. You do your best to reach your shaky hand up to his perfect face, moving his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes. He leans into your touch on instinct, that boyish charm returning to his face as his eyes shut in pure adoration.

“A-always…hah–have. So badly.”

Caleb groans at the genuinity in your confession, his normally purple eyes blackened almost entirely.

“So–nngh–you feel so incredible. I shouldn’t have wasted so much fucking time,” he groans, thrusting the rest of the way, bottoming out in your perfect little cunt.

Your cries are half way between a squeal and a moan as you feel him hit your cervix, pain blending overwhelmingly with the vast sea of pleasure.

“Caleb, s’too big–it’s too much,” you wail, feeling nearly split in half as his cock throbs inside of you, pulsing with the primal need to mark you. You look down and nearly yelp when you see his massive erection buried between your thighs–it was far too massive.

“You can, baby. You can take it,” he groans, bucking his hips ever so slightly, desperate for the feeling of your heavenly walls wringing him.

“Be a good girl, yeah? For me?” Caleb murmurs, his teeth nipping at your pulse, which earns him a beautiful moan from you. Your stomach flutters at his deceptively innocent pleas, your deep-rooted desire to please him, your perfect gege, taking over.

Your eyelids feel unbearably heavy as you stare into his heated irises, nodding eagerly.

Caleb exhales a shaky breath, bending down to press a burning kiss to your lips. You return it with equal fervor, whining when he pulls away, too quick for your liking.

He chuckles breathlessly, wiping the drool from your lip tenderly, “Say it, sweetheart. Need to hear you say it.” He punctuates his demand with the slightest shift of his hips, causing the thick head of his cock to brush against a particularly sensitive spot in you.

“Oh god Caleb–! I can take it, I can take it, please!”

Caleb hisses as his hips start to move. He hikes your thigh up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, caging him against you. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your rear, holding you impossibly closer to him as his pelvis snaps into your skin. The sound of wet skin colliding against each other rings loudly in your ear, lewd and filthy.

His thrusts are erratic, trying to find a suitable rhythm without losing his mind and taking you like a rabid beast. His other hand kneads at your breast, fingers toying with your perfectly pebbled nipples.

“Hah–taking me so well, always–nngh–knew you’d be absolutely perfect wrapped around me. Thought about it so many damn times.”

You bite your lip so hard you think you might draw blood, squeezing your eyes shut as his movements quickly blur the line between pleasure and pain. Your eyes flutter open when you feel Caleb’s thumb against your lip, prying your teeth away.

“Look at me Y/N. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Despite his rough movements, his eyes are jarringly tender, looking at you so adoringly–as if he wasn’t rutting into you like a madman.

You force your eyes open, blinking rapidly with the weight of the ecstasy raining down on your body. You briefly look down at where he’s connected to you, too fucked out to even notice the reddish-pink sheen coating Caleb’s member.

When your eyes flutter shut again, Caleb tsks, pressing his palm against the hypnotizing bulge against your stomach. Physically being able to see where he was buried so perfectly inside you drove him just to the edge of cumming, unable to stop himself from touching it.

Your eyes widen, squealing as you feel your walls harshly clamping down on his cock, nestled right at your g-spot. Caleb himself falters at the sensation, growling as he twitches uncontrollably inside you.

That was a mistake. You were already impossibly tight as it was, making you bare down on him only served to push him headfirst into the climax he’d been staving off.

“Baby,” he pants raggedly, “Nngh–shit–!” His hips stutter, knees buckling, burying himself into the curve of your neck. He bites down on your pulsing skin, forcing himself to pull out of your warm embrace, as he releases seemingly endless ropes of thick milky cum onto your beautiful stomach.

You whine at the loss of him buried inside of you, your core fluttering around nothing. You prop your chin up, getting lost in the way he paints your stomach, fisting himself furiously through his climax.

“Can’t control myself around you,” he grits through his orgasm, jaw slacking, “Not anymore.” Every defined muscle of his toned body quivers with the power of his orgasm.

Shivering at the sensation of his burning release splattering on your abdomen, you reach up to cup his face as he cums. Of course, he leans into your touch on instinct, the onslaught of emotions intensifying his climax.

Your body aches at the hollowness, but it quickly dissipates as you watch Caleb’s face, beads of sweat pebbling his skin, contorted in a pleasure so intense, a pleasure you’d given him. Squirming at the sight of him, still spurting cum, your fingers find your clit desperately.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you touch yourself to the image of him writhing above you. Not even a split second later, you feel the pull of gravity, your wrist being yanked away and pinned above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You whine as Caleb presses back against you, his cock replacing where your fingers had just been, “Y-You already–You don’t have to force yourself Caleb. I can–”

Your words are caught in your throat when Caleb lines himself back up with you, smearing the combined arousal messily around, teasing you relentlessly.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m done with you,” he grins widely, using his clean hand to realign himself. You glance down and realize Caleb is still unbearably hard, even after the absurd amount he’d painted your stomach with.

He slips back into you, your eyes rolling back at the familiar stretch. Except it’s so much more intense this time, your body knowing just what Caleb could do to you, and craving it like nothing else.

“Oh God just like that, Caleb–please!” you cry, pride gone with the wind, as he starts an earth-shattering rhythm, hips rolling into you with precision and purpose.

Caleb curses, the oversensitivity heightening every sensation, every desperate thrust into your perfect angel cunt, “Tell me, princess. How do I make you feel?”

You try to force your mind to cooperate and find the words that you want to say, “Feels…feels so–mnngh–Caleb!”

You can vaguely hear him laughing warmly as your mind goes blank, the thick head of his leaking cock pounding into you ruthlessly. He’d practically mapped out every sensitive nook of your pussy and he fully intended on taking advantage.

He gently grabs your throat with his free hand, applying pressure with only his fingertips and not his palm.

“Hm? Feels like what, sweetheart?” His thrusts slow to a tortuous pace, enough to have you squirming for more but not enough to push you over the edge of release. And he knows it.

“Caleb, don’t fucking tease me,” you whine breathlessly, “Hah–Pleease.” Your hips move against his pelvis, trying to chase the pleasure yourself.

“Needy little brat,” he murmurs affectionately, “You know I can’t say no to you.”

With those words Caleb starts pounding into you with renewed vigor, hell-bent on making you cum just as hard as he just did. His fingers wedge between your joined bodies, easily finding your clit and rubbing just how he knows you like. The familiar tension in your gut builds at an alarming speed, your body desperate to release after being even slightly edged.

“In return, you can show me how much you’ve wanted this, hm?”

His knowing words, the underlying authority in them, make you whimper with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. The combination of his relentless touch, his filthy whisperings,

Fuck, the Colonel of the Farspace Feet was your absolute undoing.

Caleb’s own muscles tense as his sensitive cock, hardened beyond belief again, starts to twitch inside you once more. You’d literally just milked him dry and he still couldn’t get enough. He probably never would.

“Oh god, so c-close Caleb!”

“Yeah? Show me how much you’ve wanted me to fuck you senseless, baby.”

He punctuates his demand with a twitch of his fingers against your clit, driving so deeply into you that you nearly choke. Your back arches so deeply it hurts, the cold feeling of his cum still painted across your stomach, a long forgotten sensation in the back of your mind.

“How much you want to cum on your gege’s cock.”

Your body shudders as you come undone explosively against his violent thrusts. Your fingers dig into his biceps, making Caleb hiss with satisfaction, his eyes unable to tear away from your gorgeous face as you cum on him.

“Oh god–please! Mnngh Caleb, c-cumming. Wan’ to cum for you s’bad! Don’t stop–please!”

Caleb groans at your filthy words, his own hips stuttering as he fucks you through the endless waves of pleasure, feeling every contraction of your perfect little cunt.

“Juuust like that, give it to me sweetheart.”

Your thighs tremble violently as he rocks you through the unprecedented pleasure. With your eyes rolled back, your tongue slightly lolled out, crying out for him repeatedly. Caleb can’t stop himself.

In your fucked out state, you can vaguely feel the caress of his gravity Evol, his hands still busy working at your clit and your breasts. It maneuvers your thighs so that they’re pressed firmly into your chest, nearly folding you in half. He uses his Evol to grab a pillow, throwing it under your lower back, completely changing the angle at which he ruts into you.

“C-Caleb–” you gasp, eyes wide as the pleasure turns sharp, “S’too much. Feels…”

Despite feeling unbearably sensitive, your eyes still flutter in bliss. You want to tell him to stop, but your body physically refuses, still curling up to meet his thrusts. At this new angle, your knees nearly on either side of your head, his cock practically buries itself into your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he rambles, “I’m sorry.” But he doesn’t stop. “A little more, yeah? You can take a little bit more for me, right baby?” Just by his voice alone, you can tell he’s on the verge of another powerful orgasm.

Something about the way his violet eyes bleed with desperation, with devotion. Your body finds its way inexplicably bending to his every will, readying itself to take more of him. Even through the sting of overstimulation, even through the ache of how deeply he has your body folded into a mating press.

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his cum smearing messily across your stomach, you sit up to press your forehead against his, your hips screaming in protest as your body is bent even further.

“Cum–mnngh–Cum inside me Caleb, want to feel you. Need you s’bad.”

Caleb’s eyes widen, his rough movements nearly stuttering to a complete stop.

“What? Don’t play with me right now, Y/N,” he seethes through grit teeth, willing his hips to stay still, “You can’t just–hah fuck–say that.”

Your eyes roll at Caleb’s slow and controlled thrusts, each one deeper and more punctuated than the last. You force your mind to cooperate, fingers weaving into his hair, “M’serious. Please Caleb, for me?”

Caleb swears, picking up his pace again, each thrust deliberately bruising past your g-spot, stretching you to your breaking point.

“God, you know I can’t say no to you,” he growls, “You know how many times I’ve thought about filling you up?”

“You can say—nngh—no, you just don’t want to,” you playfully quip through your tear-blurred vision. Caleb’s jaw ticks at your blatant teasing.

“The mouth on you…” he nearly murmurs, voice gruff and controlled, “Let’s give that filthy little tongue something else to do.”

You let out a high pitched whine when Caleb thrusts harder. You feel him trail two fingers along your stomach, the moist sensation of him catching some of his cum making you convulse as you near another orgasm.

When Caleb brings his right hand up to you, slick fingers brushing against your lips, you can’t even protest. Because you want it. But he absolutely did not need to know that.

“Open,” he murmurs, clean thumb stroking your chin, two dripping fingers so close they almost graze your lips.

You want to curse your traitorously submissive body because your mouth parts on instinct, allowing Caleb to put two fingers into your mouth, pressing gently onto your tongue.

The taste of his salty-sweet pearly essence renders you a submissive desperate mess, your hands coming to grasp his forearm as you clean his digits, peering at him through your eyelashes.

He groans, a strangled curse on the tip of his tongue, as he watches you suck on his fingers. His pupils are blown, drinking in the sight of you, hips faltering, overwhelmed by how fucking beautifully you fall apart for him. How effortlessly you unravel him.

“Just like that, princess,” he coos, “God, it’s like you were–hah–created in a lab to drive me insane.”

You whine against his fingers, feeling an orgasm more violent than a hurricane brewing in your core. Your pelvis aches with the weight at which he fucks you into the mattress but all you can feel is him. And the otherworldly sensations he rains down upon you, your body’s pleasure already second nature to him.

“Now be a good girl and cum again.”

His skilled thrusts, his animalistic demand, his smoldering purple eyes that watch you with a terrifying blend of obsession and devotion–it’s all enough to send you plummeting towards your third climax of the night.

In your nearly blacked out state, you don’t even remember that Caleb’s fingers are still toying with your tongue when you bite down to stay conscious amidst your explosive finish. He chokes, knees buckling, but doesn’t flinch–nor does he withdraw his hand. In fact, he only seems to fall deeper into the abyss that is you.

“Shit–shit, Y/N!” Caleb’s moans wash across your lips, his damp forehead against yours, letting you bite down on the fingers of his right hand. Reveling in the sensation of your teeth digging into his digits, your perfect gummy walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, the pain pushing him over the edge, “Take it all for me, yeah? You can do that for me right, baby?”

His words make your entire body tighten up even further, biting harder, squeezing tighter. The wet sounds of your arousal against his pelvis, pounding into your thighs, mixed with your screams of his name have him all but combusting, exploding white, hot, and plenty inside of you.

“I can–I can!” you practically beg, drunk off the feeling of him exploding inside you, “W-Want it–want more.” His fingers fall from your lips as you speak–much to his dismay.

Caleb groans, unable to stop rutting inside of you at your heated pleas, using the frictionless thrusts to push his cum as deeply inside of you as he can.

“There’s my perfect girl–nngh–take it all. Look at you, taking every last drop for me.”

Your hips ache in protest, but in your fucked out bliss you can’t find yourself saying anything but his name, repeatedly, tenderly, reverently. The feeling of him inside of you, the bulge of his cock visible on your naval, the warmth of his cum almost ebbing to even your fingers, his unbearably sweet and filthy words.

“Caa–leb,” you moan brokenly, the intense overstimulation clearing your hazy mind.

Caleb presses his lips to yours, still gently thrusting into you. You whine into his mouth as he pushes your thighs deeper into your chest.

He kisses you absolutely breathless, a line of spit trailing from your lips to his as he pulls away.

“Yeah, princess?”

You desperately tap his broad chest, “Heaavy.”

Caleb chuckles, shifting his weight off of you, leaving his dick inside you still. You moan when you can finally put your legs down, every muscle in your body aching and trembling.

“Sorry pip-squeak, got carried away,” he murmurs tenderly, shifting all his weight onto his elbows, still hovering above you, cock still nestled inside you.

You squeak when he twitches inside you, feeling incredibly sore.

“Caleb, if you don’t pull out of me right now…” you grumble with a playful glare, “Say goodbye to your penis.”

Caleb chuckles, forcing himself to pull out of you despite how his body aches to stay inside you. He groans as he slips out, a moan of your own escaping as you flutter emptily.

“Always resorting to violence.”

You briefly peek at him, still kneeling between your legs. He’s still hard, faint streaks of pink mixed with both your essences. With his Evol, he catches a box of tissues in his hand, tenderly cleaning the mess between your legs, and then himself. You wince at the sight of blood on the tissues and look away.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the afterglow of each other’s last night together. You don’t see when Caleb grabs your used panties, wet with your arousal and his saliva, stuffing them into the side of the mattress. To retrieve later.

Caleb flops down beside you. You’re about to lay your head on his chest when you feel him lifting you, with his arms this time and not his Evol.

“Hey!” you yelp, but he only gently places you on top of him, pressing your cheek into his chest, right where his heart thrums. Your previous resistance dissipates, as you hum happily, nuzzling into his embrace.

He laughs breathlessly, running his fingers through your hair gently.

“You’re like the stray cat that would show up at our door every morning. Hissing and swatting when we tried to pet her, purring and mewling when we gave her our breakfast scraps.”

You smack his chest lightly.

“Ow,” he chuckles lightheartedly, “Nevermind, at least that cat was nice sometimes.”

The silence washes over the pair of you. It’s comfortable and warm, but a heavy tension hangs in the air, both of you knowing the bubble will pop once the unspoken words are uttered.

“Caleb…” you start gently, but he squeezes you tighter against him.

“Don’t,” he says firmly, almost a plea, “Just…don’t say it. Not yet.”

Your heart clenches at his vulnerability, not knowing how to console him. You both know what’s coming.

Pressing a tender kiss into his chest, you prop yourself up to look at him, his amethyst eyes bright under the soft ambient lighting.

“I can’t stay in Skyhaven.”

You choose your words carefully, but Caleb and you both know what you’ve left unsaid.

I can’t stay with you.

Caleb is silent, though his grip on you tightens imperceptibly, his heartbeat quickening alarmingly.

“I know.”

His voice is small, arms holding you tighter. As if you might disappear right then and there. To him, you might as well be.

“I know I can’t keep you here, even if it’s for your safety. No matter…how much I want to.”

He strokes your naked back, trying to commit every ridge, every goosebump to memory, “I…I don’t know how to take care of you anymore.”

Your chest throbs inexplicably at his words. That’s what you’d wanted him to see all this time, isn’t it? That he’d stuffed you into a cage, plucking your feathers until you could no longer fly.

“You could come back with me,” you say, “Linkon is your home too.” You're only half serious; you knew he couldn’t just leave the Fleet.

Caleb smiles up at you, but it’s a haunted, bittersweet smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. In fact, his eyes are as hollow as you’ve ever seen them, almost staring right past you, into a blackhole behind you.

“I can’t leave.”

Those three simple words, raw and unfiltered–his soft and broken face, remind you of the Caleb you thought you had lost. The Caleb you were so desperately trying to get back.

He really was right in front of you.

Like the sun finally coming out after a day of rain, it dawns on you that maybe Caleb had never been your captor–the one who locked you in a gilded prison and watched from outside as your wings fluttered into the golden bars.

You realize that Caleb was a captive bird in that same cage, preening your ruffled, fraying feathers as you struggled, bound by the same fate that chained you.

Except Caleb’s wings were also clipped by the weight of your expectations, imprisoned by the image of him that you’d so desperately clung to. That you forced on him–punishing him when he didn’t fit the mold.

And while you were being set free, he’d stay locked inside that glass cage, watching you fly through the clouds.

Watching the thunderstorm outside, you reminisce, “Do you remember that nest of baby birds in the big tree in front of the house?”

Caleb is taken aback, but he nods, laughing softly, “Yeah. I remember we’d always worry when it rained if the fledglings would be okay.”

The rain patters against the massive windows, just like the days after the birds had hatched.

“You’d always wonder…if the baby birds would fly off once the rainy season ended–going their separate ways. It always made you so sad.”

Caleb stops breathing for a second, unsure why you remember those musings from your childhood. He’d intended them to be inconsequential; he’d never expected you to hold onto them. He keeps his eyes on the unending crystal raindrops streaming down the windows.

“Yeah. I’d always wonder if the birds would come back–after leaving the nest.”

He briefly ponders if you were awake those nights–when he was awakened by nightmares and the only way he could breathe again was to sit by your head as you slept, weaving his fingers with yours. Watching those same baby birds from your window.

You look at him, your chin propped on his chest, leaning into his palm when it comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your voice is tender and melancholic when you finally find the words, pressing a soft kiss to where his heart beats under yours.

“Sometimes, they come back.”

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