#caleb blurbs

[khioneee]

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༄ synopsis. caleb always kept his promises, even to the point of dying before you. ༄ warnings. funeral. grief. loss. character death. angst ofc. ༄ pairing. caleb x reader. ༄ word count. 3k. ༄ an. saw somewhere that caleb’s callsign is ‘maverick’, lmk if i’m wrong.

when you were younger, caleb promised you that he would protect you from everything. it had been an offhand comment, made in passing, said so easily, so casually, that you hadn’t thought twice about it.

but caleb was always there.

walking you home. standing in front of you instead of beside you. shielding you from things before you even knew you needed protecting.

what you didn’t realize then, what you should have realized, was that caleb never made promises he didn’t intend to keep.

when you were kids, he was the one pulling you out of trouble before you even knew you were in it. the one who stood in front of you, not beside you. the one who made sure fear was never something you had to carry alone.

he used to shake his head and say, ‘if i ever take my eyes off you, you'll probably walk straight into the lion’s den, grinning.’

so he never did.

when a kid shoved you on the schoolyard, caleb shoved back harder, fists curled so tight his knuckles turned white. when you scraped your knees, he carried you home without a word, his grip solid, unyielding, while he muttered under his breath about how you ‘collect bruises like they're going out of style.’

and when you cried, he wiped your tears with the sleeve of his shirt, pressing a crumpled paper flower into your hands, like that alone could stop the world from hurting you.

but things changed when you got older.

you stopped letting him fight your battles. you found your own footing, learned how to stand on your own. you learned how to throw a punch, how to set your own broken bones, how to keep moving even when it hurt.

caleb never stopped watching, though.

even when you didn’t notice.

even when you pretended you didn’t need him to.

the day you told him you wanted to be a deepspace hunter, he didn't just freeze.

he shattered.

his breath left him in a sharp exhale, like you had just knocked the air from his lungs. his fingers twitched at his sides, hands balling into fists before dragging down his face, like he was trying to physically push the thought away.

‘please tell me you're joking.’

you laughed, expecting him to roll his eyes, maybe tease you, maybe remind you that you always said you hated deep space, that you got restless when the sky felt too big.

but he didn't.

instead, he looked at you like you had just told him you were already dead.

his hands found your shoulders, too tight, too desperate.

‘do you even know what that job does to people?’ his voice was raw, strained, barely holding itself together. ‘it’s not like the stories. it’s not some grand adventure. it’s danger, it’s war, it’s dying alone in a place where no one can reach you.’

his fingers trembled as they brushed over your jaw.

‘and i can't stop it.’

his amethyst eyes burned into yours, but there was no anger there, no lecture, just something hollow and breaking, something that terrified you more than anything else.

because caleb never looked afraid.

and now he did.

he let out a shaky breath, his thumb ghosting over your lips, hesitant, reverent, like he was trying to memorize you, like he was already losing you. he looks broken. it terrified you. you didn’t recognise this boy.

‘you can’t go first.’

his voice cracked, and you felt it in your chest. your heart constricted.

‘i won't be able to handle it.’

for the first time in your life, you saw it.

the unbearable thought of your absence unraveling inside him, twisting, tearing him apart from the inside out.

he had always been bigger, faster, stronger.

but he wouldn’t be if you left first.

but now—

here you are.

standing at his funeral.

keeping his promise.

your hands are shaking, fingers curled so tightly into your palms that your nails leave crescent-shaped welts in your skin. you press harder, chasing the pain, grounding yourself in it. if you let go, you might fall. you don’t trust yourself to stay standing otherwise.

the air is thick, too still, too heavy. it presses down on you like a weight you were never meant to carry. every breath feels sharp, like broken glass slicing down your throat.

the radio crackles. the sound cuts through the silence, sharp and intrusive, like it has no place in a moment like this.

'this is skyhaven to maverick. maverick, do you copy?'

you don’t breathe. you don’t move. the question hangs in the air, unanswered.

out of all the promises caleb made, you had always hoped he would break this one. he had made it sound so simple back then. like it was a certainty. like it wasn’t something he would ever have to prove.

but he didn’t break it.

he kept it.

and now, he’s gone.

the radio crackles again, and the voice that follows is calm, detached, unshaken.

'maverick, this is skyhaven making a final call.'

your throat tightens. the words hit like a fist to the ribs, knocking something loose inside you. tears burn your eyes, spill hot and unrelenting down your face, but you don’t make a sound. you won’t let yourself.

you can’t even see him. there is no casket, no body to bury, no grave to kneel beside. just a flag-draped podium where his presence should have been.

you got the stories in bits and pieces, filtering through the layers of horror and disbelief and the curl of your own desperate fingers around your ears.

his body was lost in the fire. swallowed whole by the explosion. burned to dust.

gone before he ever had a chance to be saved.

the aftermath was more crucial than the explosion. your own heartbreak was the most painful — gone with caleb, empty vesseled and unbeating heart.

you were a hunter. a fighter. trained to survive. conditioned to protect. you have spent your whole life knowing how to fight for the people who matter.

and yet, here you are.

standing here, fists clenched at your sides, shoulders trembling, stomach twisting.

unable to save the one person who mattered most.

the radio hums again, static stretching out into silence.

'maverick has gone west.'

the words land like a killing blow.

you’ve heard them before. over the radio. in passing. whispered in mourning. spoken in honor of pilots who never made it home.

but it shouldn't be him.

never for caleb.

your breath shudders, ragged and uneven. your stomach twists violently, nausea curling at the edges of your grief. you try to steady yourself, but your legs feel weak, the ground beneath you unstable.

'he has flown his final mission. he is now cleared for one last flight.'

your fingers curl into fists, arms shaking. you don’t want to hear this. you don’t want to accept it. you don’t want this to be real.

the radio crackles one last time. then silence.

and it is unbearable.

his uniform was neatly pressed, his gloves tucked into his belt, his dog tags resting cool against his chest. every detail was in place, crisp and methodical, like he had all the time in the world. like this was just another mission, just another day.

you stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching him pack the last of his things. you had seen this routine before—him neatly folding his spare shirts, tucking an extra pair of gloves into his bag, double-checking that he had everything. it was muscle memory by now. for him. for you.

'take care, alright?'

you tried to sound casual, but it didn’t quite land the way you wanted it to.

he smirked, stuffing the last shirt into his bag before glancing at you.

'you know i always do.' his voice was light, easy, like this was nothing. but his eyes told a different story. they lingered too long, steady and searching, taking you in like he was trying to memorize every detail.

he stepped closer, his fingers brushing over your wrist before reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his touch didn’t leave. his fingers lingered at the back of your neck, his thumb tracing lightly over your skin.

'i always make sure to come home to you.'

the words settled between you, heavy, unshakable.

you swallowed against the tightness in your throat. 'yeah, well, maybe try staying out of trouble for once. that’d make things easier.'

he let out a breath, half a laugh, half something else. 'as if your job is any safer.'

your brows pulled together, but before you could argue, he shook his head.

'no, really. my job is dangerous, sure. but yours?' his voice dipped lower, more serious now. 'your job will always be more dangerous.'

you blinked. 'that’s not true.'

'it is,' he said simply. 'when i'm flying, at least i have a destination. a mission. a way back. you? you're always out there, always on the ground, always in the middle of it. you don’t get an eject button. you don’t get altitude. you don’t get a second chance if something goes wrong.'

he paused, searching your face.

'when i’m up there, you’re the way home.'

your throat tightened.

'caleb—'

'no, just—' his fingers pressed in gently against your skin, like he needed you to hear him. 'i know what i signed up for. i know what it means to fly. but you? you scare me more than anything else.'

you let out a shaky breath. 'i know what i’m doing.'

'so do i,' he murmured. 'doesn’t mean i worry any less.'

he exhaled softly, lowering his forehead to rest against yours for a second. just a second. just long enough for you to feel the weight of it all. then, without a word, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, slow and lingering, before settling his hands on your waist.

he didn’t pull away.

his arms wrapped around you, holding you there, pulling you into his chest, tighter than usual. it was different this time. the hug lasted too long, like he wasn’t ready to let go, like he was memorizing the way you felt against him.

you listed to his uneven inhale, exhale, his chest warm against your cheek, the spot where his heart thuds steadily. you felt his breath against your hair, warm and steady, but when he spoke again, it was quieter than before.

'i love you, you know that right?'

your chest ached at the softness of it.

'of course i do.'

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands moving up to cradle your face. his thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, slow and careful, like he was trying to map out the details of you in his head. all the contours on you face, depths, highlights, sinking in, popping out, slopes, textures, tones.

'no.' his brows furrowed slightly, his expression heavier now, something unreadable in his purple eyes. 'i don’t think you know by how much.'

you opened your mouth, but no words came.

then, after a moment, he let out a slow breath, his fingers tightening slightly against your skin.

'will you miss me?'

will you miss me?

will you miss me?

will you miss me?

the question felt heavier than it should have.

this question holds a vice-grip onyour heart. he always told the truth. always, always the first one to admit what he felt.

you had missed him before he even left. you had missed him in the way he stood there, uniform neat, bag packed, already halfway gone. you missed him in the way his presence had always filled the room, grounding you without even trying.

you missed him in the spaces he would leave behind—the empty chair at the table, the sound of his voice teasing you over the comms, the warmth of his hand at the small of your back, guiding you without thinking.

and you missed him now, standing right in front of you.

you forced a shaky smile, trying to push past the lump in your throat. 'you’re not even gone yet.'

'that doesn’t answer my question.'

his voice was soft, but pointed. he already knew the answer. he just wanted to hear you say it.

you exhaled, your fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform, holding onto him just a little longer.

'you know i will.'

you wished you had said it more. wished you had said it like it was pulling you apart. wished you had said it the way he needed to hear it, the way he meant it.

but you didn’t.

and you didn’t know it was going to be your last conversation.

the final words come through the radio.

'rest easy, maverick. we have the watch from here.'

your knees nearly buckle.

the roar of aircrafts cuts through the silence, engines rumbling like distant thunder. the sound reverberates in your chest, too loud, too final, shaking the air around you.

you tilt your head upward, watching as they carve through the sky in perfect formation, wings slicing clean through the clouds.

you don’t blink. you don’t breathe.

your nails dig into your palms, grounding yourself in the sting, in the pressure, in anything that might keep you from collapsing.

and then, just as you knew it would, the lead plane slowly pulls away.

the movement is precise, calculated. one aircraft breaking from the group, separating from the others.

gone.

the missing man disappearing into the sky.

your heart clenches so tight it feels like something is tearing inside you.

'may you have fair winds, clear skies, and a smooth landing in the heavens.'

your breath shudders.

your hands are shaking.

you wanted to hate him.

hate him for keeping his promise when you begged the universe for him to break it.

hate him for leaving you behind.

because he had promised to protect you first.

but how could he protect your heart if he wasn’t here anymore?

you close your eyes, but it doesn’t help. the grief doesn’t settle. it presses against your ribs, tight and suffocating, demanding to be felt.

tears slip down your cheeks, silent and unstoppable. a prayer forms on your lips, but it never makes it past your throat.

because he was supposed to come home.

he always came home.

but not this time.

this time, he kept his promise.

and you were the one who had to live with it.

the rain stings against your skin, sharp and cold, soaking through your uniform, pressing into your bones. the storm rages above you, the sky alive with violent winds and rolling thunder, shaking the ground beneath your feet.

your mission had already gone to hell. comms were down. extraction was uncertain. the others were missing.

you were alone. or at least, you thought you were.

then—

a crack of wood.

your body reacts before your mind catches up. you spin on instinct, pistol raised, finger hovering over the trigger, breath caught in your throat.

the storm howls, wind cutting through the trees, shifting the shadows. you scan the darkness, your pulse hammering against your ribs.

then—

a figure.

standing just beyond the reach of your flashlight, barely visible through the mist and rain. unmoving. watching.

your stomach knots.

this site is restricted. no one should be here.

you tighten your grip on the gun, keeping it steady, keeping yourself steady.

'don’t move, or i’ll shoot.' your voice cuts through the wind, sharp, commanding, unwavering.

but the figure takes a step forward. no hesitation. no fear. lightning splits the sky for just a second, you try to determine what kind of wanderer it is—

but you see him.

broad shoulders. familiar stance. the presence that should not be here.

your stomach lurches, your world tilts. it’s not possible.

'stop.' your voice wavers now, your hands trembling. 'i said don’t move.'

but he doesn’t listen.

then, his voice.

'pipsqueak.'

your breath catches. your hands shake. and in pure instinct. you load your gun. because this isn’t real. this must be a trick. must be his evol.

his power, his ghost, his memory. something playing with your head.

it can’t be him. it can’t.

then—

you see it.

the pendant hanging from his neck. the apple. the one you gave him.

your mind stutters, your body locks up, unable to process what you’re seeing.

that was his.

he promised he’d never take it off.

you shouldn’t let him come closer. but you do. and he steps forward, slow, and careful, like he knows you need time to believe it. like he doesn’t want to scare you away.

and you're not. because it’s him.

caleb.

his hair is longer, messier. his jaw is sharper, his shoulders broader, his body somehow more muscled, like he has been built for something heavier, something harsher.

he looks stronger. and yet, he looks tired. he's pale and tired, not the same caleb that you used to know and has always loved. he was nothing but an empty vessel of what he used to be. there’s sadness in the slope of his shoulders, how he meets your eyes and just stares. you ached to wipe away the darkness underneath them.

then, you see it. his arm.

metal.

not the sleek kind, not the kind that blends seamlessly, but raw, exposed, incomplete. bolted together like a machine that wasn’t supposed to exist. wires spill from the joints, sparking faintly in the rain.

then, electricity crackles through it.

and suddenly, he jerks.

his body tenses as a shock ripples through him, his breath hitching in pain.

your heart stops.

he takes another step, another jolt.

his face contorts, teeth grinding, a hiss of pain slipping from his lips. like something is stopping him. like a dog collar designed to keep him from getting too close.

your stomach drops.

someone did this to him. someone made him like this. darkness is far too prominent, like suffocation trying to scourge some relief, he's breaking his own body. but he doesn’t stop moving. he keeps pushing forward, his entire body fighting whatever is trying to hold him back.

lightning flashes again—

and you see it all.

the scars. the bruises. the exhaustion deep in his face, carved into his features like he’s been living through hell.

then his eyes meet yours.

and they are still his. still amethyst. still full of something deep, something heavy, something so desperate it makes your throat close.

his breath is uneven, his voice wrecked, hoarse, raw. 'it’s me, baby.'

your chest caves in. you can’t move.

you convince yourself to run, and then you felt the magnetic draw of caleb, caleb, caleb, the faithfulness you never asked for, but the feeling that clung to your skin and eats away your insides.

your gun is still raised, hands still shaking, mind still screaming at you that this isn’t possible.

you buried him. you mourned him. you listened to his final call.

but here he is. standing in front of you.

alive, alive, alive.

there’s no hiding the hysteria in your voice. your knuckles turning white where you gripped the pistol, and there’s angry marks in your skin where you’re trying not to cry. your body trembles, every part of you screaming, aching, breaking under the weight of it all.

soft, roaring thunder, and deep glacial blue. your heart doesn’t know what to do, and falters. caleb is alive. but not the same.

‘i’m sorry it took me so long to come home.’

* last radio call — designated officer will call the fallen responder’s unit number or name over the radio, marking their final sign-off and acknowledges their service. * missing man — where one aircraft pulls away from the group in a flyover, symbolizing the pilot’s departure. * gone west — used in aviation to signify a pilot’s passing.

[shouyuus]

caleb doing the kabedon trend with you and accidentally sending his bionic arm through the wall; you then spend the entire weekend helping him patch up the hole and every time you make eye contact, he flushes red and looks away like "i'm sorry okay?"

you shrugging, but enjoying giving him a hard time way too much, "no, it's fine -- it's not like i liked having a wall anyway. been thinking about redoing it forever, actually --"

caleb groaning and bending down to dip his paint roller in some more paint, but peaking at you with little side-long glances.

"you're not actually mad... right?"

you can't help the grin the tugs at the corner of your mouth.

"if i said i was... would you try to make it up to me?"

caleb cocking his head, his eyes slating obsidian in the late afternoon light.

"maybe..." the paint roller clatters to the floor, splattering the hem of your coveralls. you gasp as he corners you against the wall, this time, his bionic hand pressing flat to the empty space next to your face, the touch so gentle it makes nearly no noise at all.

"but... i can't promise that no other furniture will be broken or hurt in the process..."

[blues-stories]

I haven’t really worked up to smut but I’d do have an interesting head cannon for the boys when they’re doing the ✨Devils Tango✨.

Imaging The LADS men loosing control of their Evol during sex:

Xavier:

Picture this- the room is starting to heat up as you and Xavier are frankly going at it like bunnies. You’re Exhausted, Over Stimulated, and quite frankly SORE from the positions he’s manage to bend you into. (Who knew you were so flexible? You sure didn’t) And right as he’s pistoning into you for the umpteenth time, you start to notice a….Subtle difference…At first.

One second he’s panting and sweating as he hovers over you, your back flush to his chest, and the next he’s become a Mother fuckin glow stick.

It only gets brighter as he keeps going, chasing his high until eventually- once he does cum- You’re literally getting flash-banged from the bright flash of light that emits from him. Alarm clock? Needs to be reset. Lights? Three bulbs busted from the surge of power. Xavier? He’s finally dimmed down as he collapses onto of you, mumbling about replacing everything tomorrow.

Rafayel:

Once again the scene is nothing new. This time you’re on top of him as he sits on one of the blush sofa like chairs in his studio, Hands digging into your hips as he guides your movements. What started as you taking control quickly turned into him guiding your body like a puppet on strings….Not that you particularly cared though.

He’s got you bouncing and grinding faster- HARDER even as he tries to pull you and himself over to that metaphorical finish line- and my god would you both be finishing. His face is getting flush- his skin scalding hot to the touch, so much so that you’re starting to get more and worried..

Poor Rafayel is so lost in the moment that he doesn’t notice the fireplace starting to roar to life, nor does he notice the steam rising from his body…It’s mere moments until he locks you on top of him as you both reach your high, his finger tips feeling as if they’ve scaled you in the process….Unfortunately the burned cloth of your Hunters uniform and the very mild Hand prints on your hips do nothing to help his case.

He makes whispered promises to you to buy a new uniform and soothe the marks on your hips with some aloe… (I imagine them as sunburn marks instead of actual burns)

Zayne:

Ironically his and Caleb’s are the one that started this rant.

THIS time you’re not at home like the others- you’re actually at his office (Very original I know) And the scene is shocking to anyone that knows Zayne.

You’re laid back against the desk as Zayne stands between your legs, a hand on each thigh as he keeps you nice and spread so you can really take all of him…Now zaynes Evol acting up isn’t exactly a new thing, but what you’re starting to see now is DEFINITELY different.

Soft grunts can be heard from him with each thrust he gives you, his once warm hands have now gone cold- bone chilling so as that feeling seems to spread throughout his body…Up his arms and onto his chest, down his stomach and- oh god it’s like you’re being fucked by a icicle…To make matters even more complicated, Ice and frost start to spread toward the ground- coating the floors and crawling up the walls with how intense things are getting…

And the moment- the second he does finish deep inside you? The door to his office has frozen shut, and a big fat glob of snow seems to come raining down onto you…Zayne tries his best to hold it together as you sit up with snow flakes on your lashes, a slightly red and runny nose, and a big dollop of snow on your head…

He assures you it was an accident as he oh so kindly starts to dust the flakes from your hair, already planning your care plan for when you inevitably catch a cold from him…Of course that can wait till AFTER he’s done with you though…Now that the door is frozen shut, why waist this opportunity of alone time?..

Sylus:

Sylus has you under him with his hands pinning yours over your head, his fingers intertwining with yours as he ruts and grinds into you. That luxury mattress and bed frame he brags about? Absolutely rocking with each thrust of his hips, the post probably putting dents- if not HOLES- into the wall.

Now Sylus’s Evol is unpredictable- more so in the sense that it possibly can do just about ANYTHING- so if he were to ever loose control, who knows what’ll happen…But you know who’s about to know? You. At first it’s minor really- that familiar red and black mist oozing off of him as it slowly surrounds both you and Him- spreading like vines across the bed in a slow and meticulous manner…

Too lost in the sauce- Sylus keeps thrusting and thrusting with his eyes pinched tight and his teeth bared, a low growl leaving him as he buried himself to the hilt inside you and blows his load…You soon follow after… However instead of the usual blissed glow on you face, he finds your brows knit and mouth forming a thin line on your face. The reason? In the midst of his high, all those stuffed animals that had littered your shared bed had gotten wrapped up into the mist, squeezed so tight until they simply burst into energy…

His mumbled apologies do little to sooth your anger- Especially as he mumbles about replacing your limited edition stuffy you oh so proudly had displayed…Sure you had won the war against being single, but my god had it come at a cost…

Caleb:

This fucker right here-

Unsurprisingly, you were sprawled out on the soft sheets of your bed, hands fisting the pillow you lay on as Caleb’s head is tucked happily between your thighs..He’s been at it for hours- and despite your pleas and protests, he hasn’t stopped yet.

Caleb’s favorite place is between your thighs, making you squirm and fall aprat all from his tongue alone…He loves it so much actually- that he’s lost count of the amount of times he’s gotten off just from watching you writher in pain and pleasure…Just like now as he feasts on you, ignoring your words along with the rest of his surroundings while he feeds…

Unfortunately, despite that coil in both your bellies growing tighter and tighter, you can’t help but watch as the stuff on your bedside starts to shake…It’s small at first, a few pens on your night stand, then your dresser- then all the furniture in the room starts moving as if there’s a earthquake….But Caleb’s eyes are on you as he eagerly and hungrily awaits you to reach your peak…

Just as you do, the bed as well with the rest of the furniture are lifting off the ground, the entire room looking like something out of the exorcist movie…Your climax crashes over both of you with a wave as you arch your back- Caleb spilling his own release on to the bed in the process…And just as quickly as it happened, everything in the air seemingly drops back to the floor with a loud thud, your own body sitting up from the sudden falling sensation, and the sound of something very fragile shattering…

Not even Caleb’s cooking will be enough to calm the rage that comes with shattering your entire collection of little baby figures you’d worked on these past few years…But hey- at least you both came right?…

[urfavstan]

College roommate Caleb! - always safe, always consistent—the epitome of gentlemanly behavior. It’s well known across campus, evident in how others seem to treat you a little better whenever you’re with him. But it’s when you’re alone with him that you sense there’s more beneath the surface. Not that you ever felt anything less than secure or protected; it was the extent of his protection that made you question him. Still, you couldn’t complain, especially when he was so tender he insisted on leaving his door open at night, just so you could crawl into his bed whenever you needed. This happened many times throughout the week—not always purposeful, but frequent enough that it became habitual. His strong arms engulfing you protectively shielding you away from the world. Becoming your solace you personal sanctuary devoted to your wellbeing.

[starmocha]

Xavier playing the piano for his baby

Rafayel singing a Lemurian lullaby to his baby

Sylus singing a lullaby to his baby (THE BABY LIKES IT because she's also tone-deaf like him)

Zayne helplessly playing the kalimba for his baby (both of them are suffering)

Caleb singing a lullaby to his baby (MC is suffering)

[oncasette]

sleepover sleepover! lately i've been thinking about college au caleb... specifically NERD caleb of college au. like he's on the quiet floor of the library, glasses on, fidgeting with his pencil while reading a textbook and he's so locked in that he doesn't realize ur standing right in front of him.... what a sight. #nerdcaleb

ugh you're so RIGhT #nerdcaleb supremacy | join the sleepover

You're not sure how long you've been standing there, not that you're complaining. You'd have already started mauling him if you weren't hyper-aware of the fact that you were in public.

Caleb had texted you a half hour ago while you were still in class with an SOS—he needed more caffeine—but seemingly hadn't checked his phone since. Or looked up from his physics textbook, either. Lucky you, it gave you ample time to ogle your boyfriend in that sleeveless shirt he'd gotten back in high school as a "joke" and his thick black frame glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose and the pen he's got hooked on his bottom lip by the clip. He's sitting criss-cross on the floor in the back of the library, stuck between the non-fiction shelves of religion and philosophy. You're torn between tapping him with the toe of your sneaker and watching how big and round his eyes will get beneath the lenses and granting yourself the gift of watching him in his natural habitat.

"Pips!" he chirps. Ah, well. He beat you to it. The textbook between you is subsequently shoved to the side as he reaches for your hand to drag you down to the floor with him. An assault of his lips and teeth find your cheeks as you try to maneuver yourself down without tumbling. It's a moderate success. You're glad you picked him up a red bull instead of a coffee. "I missed you."

"It was one class," you snicker quietly. "I saw you like an hour and a half ago."

"An hour and a half of misery and longing where my only friends were torque and newtons," he hums.

[redcali]

thinking about summer camp with caleb,

the tension and eyefucking from across the campfire;

him sneaking you out of your cabin in the middle of the night and you two run into the woods giggling like children;

heated make out sessions in the forest with caleb, pushing you up against a tree and his hands and tongue everywhere

the other camp kids eventually catch onto you two’s relationship and think it’s funny to make caleb give you hickeys during campfire truth or dare

… it gets filthy real quick from there especially when caleb gets you alone again in his cabin that night

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[e-on-edge]

Breathless Refrain

⚠️ 18+ MDNI ⚠️

Inspired by this interaction between Eoe and Caleb 🤭

Sry it’s short, maybe I’ll add more later🤷‍♀️

“Are you awake?” Caleb’s familiar voice slips into your dreams, stirring you. “I just finished my workout and listened to that song you sang.”

You moan softly as a gentle ache warms your belly. A delicious pressure grinds against your clit, his thick fingers sliding between your walls, slow and deliberate. Your breath catches, back arching into his palm instinctively as another moan escaped your lips.

“That’s the one.” He whispered, breath tickling your ear like a breeze.

You flutter your eyes open, lips parting in a gasp as awareness clicks into place. The fog of sleep fades into waves of ecstasy. You exhale hard through pursed lips, breathing through each deliberate circle of his thumb on your clit.

Caleb’s dark amethyst eyes lock onto yours, his grin lazy and playful. Sweat mats his hair, skin flushed and glistening in the low light of the bedroom. “Looks like your breathing exercises are paying off.” His fingers curl deep inside you, bliss detonating up your spine like lightning.

Your nipples strain against the soft cotton of your shirt - his shirt - the one you wore every night he was away. Like charged crystals the energy exploded through your veins, sparking every cell awake as euphoria flooded your senses.

You taste the earthy sweetness of his musk on your tongue, feel it soak into your skin with every touch, clouding your mind in a sleepless fog. His lips trail a path of kisses down your navel—warm as sunlight, soft as sunflowers. Your hips lift from the covers, chasing the heat of him. You want to gorge on it, choke on it, melt on his tongue like sugar.

“Tell me,” he whispers, lips grazing the inside of your thigh as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. “Where do you want me?”

You can barely catch your breath to speak. He’s still pumping his fingers inside your walls with practiced precision—he knows your pace, your pressure, every gasp that means more. He’d studied you like a book the past few years.

When your eyes lock, you catch the twitch at the corner of his mouth, a smile he’s trying not to show. He knows exactly what you want from him. But he’s not giving it away for free.

You drag the hem of your shirt up your torso, fingertips lingering just long enough to make the movement feel like a promise. Your nipple stiffens at the heat of his breath, your pulse quickening at the teasing brush of air.

“Here.” You guide his attention to your breast. He hesitates—just for a beat—then dips his head, lips wrapping around your nipple. Your eyes flutter shut. Your heart swells, pulse racing, as the heat between you thickens the air.

Sweat beads on your skin as he pumps his fingers faster, his tongue swirling over your mounds like candies. Your chest heaves with every stroke.

“Here.” You roll your neck to the side, baring your throat for his teeth. He obliges, sinking into your nape like a vampire starved. Your core tightens, twisting with painful bliss as your climax hits like a wave.

“Oh, god,” you lift your legs, giving him access to push deeper—harder, faster. He groans into your neck, lost in the sound of your pleasure.

Even after you come—body wracked with shudders—he doesn’t stop. You pant, breathless, and swat at him weakly as you fight to close your legs.

“Oh, no no no,” he says through an audible grin, “you didn’t stay stop.”

[wondersofthecosmos222]

Vampire!Caleb Blurb

Warnings! Period sex, pantie sniffer, blood play?? (Tell me if I missed anything)

Vampire!Caleb always stealing your underwear that you bled onto after your period, using them when you’re not around to get himself off. Even getting so desperate that he licks them, trying to get the blood off of them.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to drink from you while ruthlessly fucking into you. The feeling of your blood in his mouth and your pussy squeezing him like a vice, makes him lose it.

Vampire!Caleb who would scare off anyone that makes you uncomfortable or tries to hit on you by flashing them his fangs

Vampire!Caleb who is overdramatic and pretends he’s dying anytime he’s around garlic or in the sun, showing that those myths are ridiculous.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to eat you out while you’re on your period. His argument being that it’s his two favorite things in one. Your blood and eating you out.

Vampire!Caleb who refuses to feed on anything or anyone else. This results in you always having to draw blood and have some saved for when you go on work missions.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to watch Twilight and Vampire Diaries with you just so he can make fun of them.

Vampire!Caleb who loves to use his speed to fuck you fast, almost always resulting in you being a babbling mess.

Vampire!Caleb who became a vampire after the explosion. Never visiting you until a year later out of fear of not being able to control himself.

Vampire!Caleb who had a very difficult time explaining to you the events of how everything came to be after the explosion.

Vampire!Caleb who gets hard just by the smell of your blood

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I couldn’t get the idea of a vampire Caleb out of my head. I had to write a little blurb about it :3

[kryptznnn]

♛-Annoying

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➸ INTERESTS; - f!reader x unspecified m! lover

➸ BACKGROUND; - imagine w/ whomever (just a blurb/short write idea i’ve had on my mind for a long while now, just can’t pin it to one character)

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. roughly 400, sex mentions, teasing, kissing, moaning, fingering, orgasm mentions, unspecified character, etc.

➸a.i; - 🌸my main navigation

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Annoying is a word used often, especially a word he used often when it came to small simple things, or unnecessary conversation, even when it came to you.

Like right now, he was bothered to say the least but annoying fit his description better. There you were sprawled out onto the couch, nude from the waist down and yet your shirt was propped up and your breasts on display. He held both of your wrists over your head with one hand, while his over cupped underneath you, fingering you.

You watched as his brows furrow as his eyes gazed your face intensely. He hated what you were doing, attempting to silence yourself and make at least noise as possible, it’s exactly why he pinned your hands away from your face in the first place.

He loves hearing you moan and watching your face whenever the two of you are intimate. How you can’t look away from him and can’t stop peppering him with kisses, no matter how much he complains.

But here you were bitting your bottom lip in attempts to seal your sounds from him. It hadn’t worked, your breath was heavier than before and you could barely resist your movements. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle of course, he knew you were just attempting to get under his skin.

He leaned down just enough to feel your breath on his face, practically teasing you into a soft kiss before hovering above you again. He smirked sheepishly at you before sinking another finger into you, curling his fingers upwards as he watched your body spasm as you moaned loudly.

“I’ll just force it out of you baby.”

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hm: Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Simon Riley, Suguru Geto, Kakashi Hatake, Nanami Kento, John Price, Jake Sully, Neteyam, Aonung, Shouta Aizawa, Katsuki Bakugo, Eren Yeager, Caleb (LADS), Sylus (LADS), etc.

✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[inkykeiji]

this is sooooooo so so cute it has me squeezing my eyes shut and squealing into my teddy and kicking my lil feets (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

first of all, the thought of skipping class with caleb (and having caleb, mr. popular and top-of-his-class golden boy, help you skip class) makes my chest tingle with sparks. thinking about leaving school early to go skip rocks by the river or climb hundred-year-old trees or pool your loose change together and buy chocolate or candy or ice cream from the local convenience store to split. all the while holding hands, no matter what activity the two of you chose to pursue in your newfound free time.

but i think there’s something really sweet (and slightly deranged, since this bled so heavily into adulthood and only got worse with age) about caleb risking his reputation etc for you. like he really would do fucking anything for you—you come first, always, no matter what. he would be willing and ready to sacrifice himself for you the moment you or anyone else asked, if that’s what you really wanted; if that’s what he deemed needed to be done. he puts you above all others: work, school, friends, hobbies—his prized possession, his most special and cherished toy. his whole fucking world revolves around you, to an unhealthy degree. it’s pure obsession borne out of potent love.

[crsssie]

lockjaw - caleb (xia yi zhou) x reader (nsfw warning!)

you think there are seldom cases where you get the luxury of unwinding in such an unholy way. Your teeth dig into the flesh of Caleb's chest, head going light at the vibrations of his fingers inside of you, moans muffling into his pecs as he tilts his head.

"You alright?" He holds your hip down with one hand as you shift over his bionic arm, vibrations sending jolts up your spine as you arch your back. "...taking that as a yes."

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders as you gasp, his palm brushing against your clit as he curls his fingers in you.

"You like it that much, pipsqueak?" He cocks a brow up, and you squeal as his palm starts vibrating. "Oh, you do."

He tilts his head when you try to pull away, eyes blowing wide as he folds his thumb over your clit, vibrations somehow growing harsher when he forces you back down, and your lips find his collar as you bite.

Caleb hisses. "You wanna mark me, pipsqueak?"

"I want—" Your eyes roll back, heaving as your forehead rests on his shoulder. "fuck, I want to cum, Caleb. Please."

"Of course." He hums, thumb pressing down on your clit as he curls his finger inside of you, and you pulse around him as your eye twitches, your body going lax on his as your orgasm crushes you under the pressure. Your spasming slows into a slow twitch, and Caleb pulls his fingers out, licking them as he watches you.

"Fucking— hell." You gasp, panting, tongue stuck out as he moves his hand to tilt your chin to let him give you a kiss.

"Well done."

[koenigami]

"You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours, Tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds,  Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you."

by the precious @scarameownya ! thank you so so much again !

[blues-stories]

LAD’s as Horror movie characters and why.

⚠️Light Gore under cut⚠️

Xavier: Predator/Yautja

• Let’s all remember that in the current timeline, Xavier has not only the highest kill count for wanderers but also goes full on feral hunting mode when he’s on the job. Not to mention the Yautja hunt with a weapon from their favorite hunt; That being said he would definitely still hunt with a sword and nothing else. Meaning his combat is focused on getting up close and personal.

• You know that one scene in the predator movies where he’s working with the girl and ends up leaving that predator mark/Scar? Yeah that definitely did something to me and he’s 100% doing that to MC/Reader. Predator Xavier is literally chasing MC through the woods like a DOG only to eventually spare them after seeing them fight and kill a prey of greater or equal threat, Maybe lowkey saving him in the process.

• Cue the dozens of fanfics filled with Freaky Predator Sex

Rafayel- Shape of Water

• TECHNICALLY SPEAKING this movie is listed under horror and romance but it’s definitely more just filled with Gothic imagery and a few graphic scenes. That being said this picture just felt so fitting for Rafayel and his hatred for cats.

• MC/Reader discovering this biological secret and at first tending to Him like a pet, only to realize he’s more “Human” than they thought. Long story short, A Human falls in love with a weird fish man, WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

• Rafayel would be curious about reader, to eventually starting to sorta imprint on them and then becoming super territorial and possessive of them, even going as far as to attack and injure other people as well as beloved pets in their home when MC sneaks them out. (God help any Cat or Dog in that household 😭)

• MC probably gets a home overlooking the ocean to be with him, or he somehow finds a way to make them one of his kind, Mated and bound to him for the rest of your lives.

Zayne: Pin Head from Hell Raizor

• Okay so obviously the big drawing point to me choosing PinHead for Zayne is because of how Cold, Apathetic, and aloof the character is portrayed and initially scene as by most- if not all characters in the movies. However in actuality he’s a pretty complex character that you get to see display emotion and get riled up in different situations and extreme moments throughout the movie that I feel represent Zayne really well.

• MC who manages to open the puzzle box only be greeted with Cenobite Zayne who talks about the euphoric joys of pain (And is so familiar with it if you recall dawn-breaker and his pain).

• Zayne would be persistent in sharing the “Ecstasy” that was pain with MC, going so far as to maybe even drag Them to hell with him, only to end up not really hurting Them at all. MC is definitely going to try and remind him of how he was once human (Cue Dawn Breaker memories), OR maybe even give in and accepts his offer. They would become a Cenobite as well and stay by his side for their remainder in hell together. In pain.

Sylus: Darkness from Legend

• NEED. I. SAY. MORE?!

• Obviously this is heavily inspired by his myth and how he’s seen as a “monster”. Even in the current timeline people seem to assume and rumor that Sylus is some evil creature and maybe even the devil?

• Don’t get me wrong, Sylus is not someone I would exactly classify as lawful good, He’s incredibly morally grey and I think that’s exactly why so many people are drawn to him. But when it Comes to MC? He would move Heaven and Hell to get to them- to give them everything and more

• MC being dragged to hell and utterly terrified of what looks like literal satan standing before them, only to be confused as they’re treated like royalty- Shown Love and care that rivals anything they got back home. And All Sylus asks for in return is that you love him too- that you allow him to love you with all his being.

• Do you accept and become his queen of darkness and all his desires, or are you going to deny him for the sake of normalcy and morals?

Caleb: Candymen

• Incase you couldn’t tell, I definitely view Caleb to have a more possessive approach to MC, though arguable I would say Him and Sylus are the exact same, He just shows it in a much more extreme and urgent way whereas Sylus is more calm and nonchalant about it.

• So In the movie the spirit that is “Candy Man” shows up and actually sees the Main character as his reincarnated lover from another time. That being said he’s just determined to find her and be with her again whilst keeping her safe. This would 100% apply to Caleb and MC as well.

• Caleb would be haunting the MC’s home and dreams, feeling nothing but hope and happiness that his “love has come back to him” and making sure no one gets in his way to reunite with them. Taking out friends and even family one by one in the process.

• It really would be a tragic story too because MC is quite literally scared of him and is desperately trying to get away from him. That fear turns into something heavy and more somber when he puts his “life” on the line for her and sacrifices himself to save them. He’ll always put them before himself

[ophelia-ophelian]

yes i DO want to see your exclusive weapon

[oncasette]

"Are you ever going to leave?" "You? Never."

With Caleb 🍎

join the sleepover

Sometimes you think that Caleb lives you to piss you off. Or at the very least, pester you until you have the unrelenting urge to pull out each of his hairs one by one.

Currently, he was sitting on the floor beside your bed. Staring at you. He wasn't doing anything. Wasn't reading, wasn't watching the show you'd put on, wasn't even playing on his phone. Just staring.

"Stop," you groan, pressing a finger into the space between his eyes. His gaze follows your movement, leaving him cross-eyed as he stares. It'd almost be cute if you weren't seeing red.

"I'm not doing anything," he retorts as he refocuses his vision back to your face.

"Exactly," you say, pressing just a bit harder until his head starts to lean back with the force. "It's annoying."

"Me sitting here is annoying you?" he asks, laughing to himself.

"You're staring!" you counter. "Watch the TV or something, at least."

"I don't wanna watch the TV, pips." He shifts on the floor and brings a knee up to his chest to rest his head on it.

"Ugh, are you ever going to leave?" you whine. He'd been like this since you were kids. Not quite tugging on your pigtails, but irritating you in ways only he could get away with.

"You? Never," he replies. Something about the way he says it leaves your insides feeling hot. Gooey. The annoyance starts to fade just a bit.

You don't reply for a minute, holding his lilac gaze. "Fine," you say finally. "You can stay."