#caleb male reader

[caxasy]

older bf!caleb who loves pampering you every change he gets, wanting to spoil you rotten. he does this through many gestures, anything to prove to you that he is willing to give you anything you could ever want.

this can look like him paying for a lot of your dates together. he absolutely detests the idea that you should ever put your card down for anything in his presence. he thinks its an insult to his capabilities of financially supporting you. another thing that he loves doing as an act of affection is cooking for you. takes it incredibly seriously and expects you to tell him whenever you’re hungry so he can prepare food for you.

i think the main difference between the headcanon of older bf caleb and younger bf caleb is that older bf caleb takes a lot more initiative in taking care of you, whereas younger caleb will still take care of you, duh, but also indulges a lot in you pampering him.

older bf!caleb has none of that around here. he wants to be that pillar of support you can always rely on. kind of unhealthy of him, to refuse to be the one taken care of unless you seriously force him to be, but when was caleb ever healthy in his relationship dynamics lets bffr (i love him to death guysplease)

since older bf!caleb does take spoiling you so seriously though that means that there is no room for anyone else in your life to do the same tings for you. he strictly forbids anyone else to ever pay for your things, provide food for you — whether it be someone else paying for your takeout or GOD FORBID actually bringing you a home cooked meal. he genuinely will not allow that to happen.

you made the mistake of telling him that a coworker of yours gave you lunch today, seeing as you forgot to bring the one caleb packed for you, and caleb nearly lost his mind.

“wasn’t that so kind of them? i mean, i would have done the same for them too, but it feels nice knowing that they care that much,” you smile, retelling the story to caleb, who was not even bothering to hide the pout on his face.

“you took this guy’s food?”

“no! he had a lot of extra, plus i was definitely telling him it was okay, but he kept insisting. i felt bad taking some of his food, for sure. i think i might treat him out to some take out our next shift because that was really nice of him,”

now you wanted to give this guy something in return? the next couple of thoughts racing through caleb’s mind was how this had the potential in becoming a never ending cycle and he resisted the urge of dropping his head in his hands in utter dismay.

“i’m sure it’s fine if you just said thank you, no?” caleb comments before shaking his head, not actually wanting to continue talking about this coworker of yours, “well, ignoring that fact for now, i need you to promise me you’ll call me if you ever need anything, okay? if you forget your lunch at home, call me and i’ll bring you it, okay?”

your eyebrows furrow together and he can already read your mind, “i don’t think that’s neccessary, baby. you’re already so busy, i don’t want to intrude,”

“please, you’re not intruding. i want you to call me, okay? i don’t like hearing about other people taking care of my boyfriend. you’re my boyfriend, i want to be the one giving you food whenever you’re hungry.” he sees you laugh softly at his declaration, but he just continues on staring at you in all seriousness, “hey, i mean it. promise me you’ll call me?”

“i promise, caleb,” you finally appease him, pecking his lips softly to seal the deal.

“don’t call me that,” he whines, leaning into you, pleading eyes looking into yours.

“i promise i’ll call for you, hyung,” you roll your eyes when you see him instantly brighten up. he’s seriously the only person you know that begs to hear that title be called to them so badly.

speaking of, he really hates when you call other guys that title. unless they’re your actual blood related older male figure in your life, he hates whenever you call someone else hyung. it’s something that shows comfortability, closeness, and a relationship between you and whoever you were calling that. even if it’s just a friendship, he hates the idea that you’re close enough with someone to say that so easily.

he wants to be the only hyung in your life. so don’t go calling other men that unlesss you want to see a serious crashout from caleb.

the time he brought it up to you, you thought he was joking. it was just a title, a word afterall, but no, caleb takes that shit very seriously.

“it’s like if you called someone else baby,” he defends, but you’re just looking at him like he’s crazy.

“how is that the same?”

“it is, [name], just please,” he begs by elongating the verb at the end of his word, his eyes pleading and desperate as he looks down at you.

“oh my god, get that look off of your face,” you swipe your hand down his face, smooshing hus features with your palm, but he only smiles and kisses your hand.

“so that’s a yes?”

“you’re clinically insane.”

“well…”

older bf!caleb is really protective of you, to a scary, meticulous degree. doesn’t let you lift a finger whenever you’re around him because 1. it’s part of his nature to spoil you and 2. what if you hurt yourself? he is well aware that you are a functioning, full grown man but still, he’d rather choke on a fizzy soda then hear even an inkling of pain come from you.

doesn’t let you chop vegetables for dinner, insists you just have to “sit there and look handsome” for him whenever you try to help.

will never let you open your own car door, or any door for that matter. you swear he can teleport with how fast he puts a car in park and is then standing outside of your door. teases you, calls it your prince-like attitude that makes him be at your beck and call like this, but really it’s just caleb’s desire to show up for you — show that you won’t even need to do something as simple as open a door when you’re with him because he’ll do it gladly.

screens everyone in your social and work circle, all without you knowing btw. he somehow obtains all their information; keeping mental notes of every single one. most of the things he remembers about them are very simple, but he remembers at least one thing for everybperson you interact with daily.

for example, he doesn’t know what department your one coworker that is, in his opinion — getting too close to you, from, but he does know that they have a 6-year old cat named nami and lives on the outskirts of the business district. does not have a clue on your one girl friends full maiden name, but he does know her favorite cafe, her order, and which barista she tips the most (tries brushing off the fact you have some similarities with said barista).

it’s very niche, miniuscule things that he remembers, but he remembers them all for good reason. their weaknesses if they ever cross you or him.

a very specific one: doesn’t let you pick up orders from the counter at cafes or restaurants? if you guys are eating out and they call for your or his name, he’s up before you can even blink. he’s waltzing over there and bringing back your food with a smile on his face. second nature for him to take care of you, yes, but what if you fell on the way to the counter? what if the barista forgot the cup sleeve and you accidentally burn your hand? he won’t allow it. so just sit down and wait there for him like a good boy so he doesn’t stress out so much.

loves having a physical claim on you. he’s a territorial freak and that’s probably the most immature thing about him (on the long list of immature things he does). refuses to let you leave the house without that promise ring on your finger, he’ll even slip it on for you so you won’t have to exert the effort in that!! won’t let you leave if you’re not carrying some part of him with you.

if he just comes with you, though, that’s even better! he loves hanging out with you, he’s a velcro-boyfriend. kind of hates the idea of you going out and doing stuff alone when you can just invite him? invites himself to a lot of your errand runs. will hang off of your body with no regard for public decency.

his broad shoulders trap and cage you in so you have no escape if you manage to get out of the death grip that are his muscular arms. the kind of guy to stand behind you, arms crossed over your front, weighing heavy on your figure just to remind you (and everyone around) that he’s there and he’s not going anywhere.

older bf!caleb might not know all the couple trends on social media (he only uses it to like your posts, send you cute animals videos, and other misc things all centered around you). but best believe he is down for whatever you tell him.

he loves the idea of you posting about your relationship with him, will watch the videos every night before he goes to sleep and hopes you never stop asking him. because what do you mean your relationship, him dating you!!!, is online for everyone to see? like potentially someone across the planet could know that you’re his and he’s yours. it’s a dream come true for him. loves comments that say how jealous they are of your relationship too, makes him giggle that it’s now very obviously known that you two belong with each other.

one of his favorites was that eye trend. an excuse to be cheek to cheek with you, show off his pretty eyes that you love so much while also staring at you? sign him up, he’ll do that shit everyday.

another fun one was the h.s.k.t. one. he loved the song, loved fact you two were wearing matching outfits, loved how cute you look. he loved it so much he threw you over his shoulder at the end of it and spun the two of you around while he playfully smacked your ass. the video ends with him grabbing your phone and walking with it filming you two as if you weren't thrown over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

he also loved the one where he got to just run into frame, pick you up, kiss you, and spin you two around multiple times. loved loved loved that one because if there’s anything caleb’s good at it, it’s proving how physically strong he is and how you weight just about the same as a feather to him. he also really liked how cute it ended up being, cuddled with you that night rewatching it over and over again. you swore you heard him giggle too.

“a boy who’s jacked and kind” oh, that’s got him written all over it!!! no matter if you’re taller than him, he will be throwing you onto his shoulder with you sitting pretty so very easily. doesn’t even need to hold his breath for a second before he’s putting you on his shoulder, looking at your new given height with a smile. no swaying in his footsteps, he’s firmly planted on the ground and holding you tight so you don’t fall.

liked the one where you wrapped a bow around his bicep too, only cause that one made you so happy. he faked messing it up a couple of times just so he can see that excited smile on your face as many times as possible. before you very adorably scolded him to be serious and he flexed his bicep as hard as possible, breaking the tied bow within seconds.

“do you love my arms more than me, be honest,” caleb’s question isn’t serious at all, he’s just asking to rile you up. you’ve been trying for the perfect shot for what feels like forever and caleb’s teasing isn’t helping your patience.

“i’d love you so much more if you could just do it!” you shush him, retying the pretty pink bow and squeezing his muscular arm, “please, hyung?”

“well when my boyfriend asks like that, how can i say no?” kisses you so softly it practically melts away your annoyance. caleb grins as he hears the audio you’ve chosen play again and he prepares to actually not mess it up for you. to make you happy.

and when you finish filming, you throw your arms around him and bring the both of you down onto the bed. he smiles into your skin, kissing your neck softly as his strong arms go around your back in a tight hug.

“thank you, baby,”

“of course, my love. now — show me the video, wanna see my hard work pay off,” you roll your eyes at his wording.

“all you did was flex your arm, shut up.”

“and you still were looking at me like a piece of candy, now what?” he teases, biting your cheek softly.

“don't bite me!” you screech, smacking his stomach. “swear to god caleb, i’ll bite you back,”

“yeah, wouldn't you like that,” he grins, kissing the spot he bit and wiping it softly with the bottom of his shirt. the sneak peek you got of his abs made you forgive him and settle into his lap to watch the video he worked so hard on.

caleb who is dating you to marry. he already knew he always wants to marry you, but is just holding off on popping the question because you guys are a young couple, plus the fact you are a couple years younger than him. he’s so very, very excited though so permanently make you his and vice versa. wants to turn that promise ring into the real deal as soon as possible.

[kekewrites]

Tw. dark content, noncon, obsession, toxic, possessiveness, abandonment issues, sloppy blowjob, throat fucking, manipulation, size kink, overstimulation, name calling (cock-sleeve/warmer/bitch), multiple creampies, cunnilingus, slapping (baby slap though), baby-trapping, angst(?), coercion, dead dove do not eat

***

Thinking about being the manager of a yandere!Idol

You found him wandering in the streets, empty eyes and blank expression on his pretty face. If you didn't look hard you might've missed his tall figure. Being a newbie, you were finding it hard to recruit people but as you were about to go home, you caught sight of his attractive yet hopeless face.

The first time you approach him, he was wary and suspicious of you. Naturally so. But you persevere, introducing yourself as an agent recruiting handsome guys like him in the streets for a chance to become a trainee and become an idol.

"Fuck off. Scram."

That was the first words he said. Harsh. But he was all bark and no bite, like a puppy being defensive. After scuffling for a few minutes you managed to give him your card and phone number, convincing him to at least try.

Then a week later, he called and said yes. His voice was low, hesitant—like he didn’t fully believe in what he was doing, but was too tired of the streets to keep saying no.

You met up with him that same evening, in the same place you first found him. He looked cleaner, but still lost. You took him in without question, gave him food, a place to sleep, and most importantly, a reason to wake up.

For the first few days, he barely spoke. He just slept, ate, and stared at the ceiling like he was trying to remember who he was. You didn’t push. You just stayed nearby, gave him space, but made sure he knew, he wasn’t alone anymore.

Weeks turned into months. Slowly, he started coming back to life. You took care of him, through the bad days when he’d lock himself in his room, through the training sessions where he’d collapse from pushing too hard, through the nights he’d wake up in a cold sweat and pretend he was fine.

And you were always there. With water, with snacks, with a shoulder to lean on.

You watched him grow. From that broken boy on the street into someone who sang with soul, danced with fire, and spoke to crowds with a confidence he never had before.

He became an idol. And every time he stood under the lights, every time fans screamed his name, he always looked for you in the crowd.

Because you didn’t just recruit him.

You saved him.

And that’s when it went wrong.

At first, it was subtle. His smiles came more often when you were around, his tone soft and sugary. He’d cling to your side during breaks, crack jokes, brush your hair out of your face with that charming little smirk. You thought maybe he was just grateful, maybe he was trying to show affection in his own awkward way. After all, he’d been through a lot.

But then, it turned into something else.

He started showing up unannounced. Hovering around your office when he had no schedule. Getting visibly annoyed when you spoke too long with other trainees or staff. The sweet words never stopped, but they started feeling… off. Like they were laced with something heavier. Something darker.

The possessiveness crept in like a slow poison. At meetings, he’d glare at anyone who tried to sit next to you. He'd interrupt your conversations, redirect your attention, cut in with sharp remarks masked as jokes.

You tried to keep it professional, gently reminding him of boundaries, of roles, but he didn't like that.

"Why are you always talking to him?"

"Do you really need to be with them all the time?"

"I'm the reason you’re even doing well now, aren't I?"

And you saw it, in the way other staff avoided him, how they started whispering when he walked by. He was getting harder to work with. More demanding. More unpredictable.

But in front of cameras? He was perfect. The golden boy. Smiling, dazzling, every fan’s dream. But behind the scenes… the boy you once saved was slowly becoming someone else. Or maybe this was who he had been all along, buried beneath the brokenness.

And now, you weren’t sure if you had saved him…

Or created something you couldn’t control.

As his fame skyrocketed, managing him became nearly impossible.

He was everywhere, magazine covers, variety shows, drama cameos. His schedule was packed from sunrise to well past midnight, and you were running yourself ragged trying to keep up. But more than the logistics, it was him. His moods became harder to predict. Some days he was gentle, clinging to you like he used to when he was scared. Other days, he’d snap, throw things, or go cold for no reason.

You were still new to the game. Everyone could see you were trying your best, but it wasn’t enough, not for the industry, and definitely not for him.

The company made the call.

“We think it’s best to assign him a senior manager. Someone with more experience managing top-tier idols.”

They dressed it up as a strategic decision. And honestly? You agreed. Things had gotten too messy. Your once-close relationship had turned into something twisted, confusing, and emotionally draining. You told yourself it was for his own good, that maybe distance would help him reset.

“I’ll still be around,” you told him, forcing a smile. “But someone else will be taking care of your day-to-day.”

He stared at you. Didn’t say anything for a long while. Just stared.

Then, softly, too softly, he said, “You’re leaving me.”

You shook your head. “No. I’m just stepping back. This is better for you. For both of us.”

But he didn’t believe you. You could see it in his eyes. Something in him snapped that day, not outwardly, not immediately but you felt it. Like a quiet storm gathering behind the clouds.

You thought giving him space would help him unwind. Hoping he can finally indulge in the fame he had, probably get a secret girlfriend

You didn’t expect it to be the thing that finally made him unravel.

***

After that, you finally left.

Your first real break in years. You cashed your paycheck, packed your bags, and disappeared for a while, far from rehearsals, stress, and the boy you once pulled off the streets. It felt… weird at first. Empty. But you told yourself it was needed. Long overdue.

You didn’t keep in touch. Not because you didn’t want to but because it felt like the cleanest way to let go. Still, everywhere you went, there he was. His face lit up LED billboards with that same smile the one from when he had just debuted. Back when things were simpler. Sweeter.

You’d stop and stare sometimes, stuck between nostalgia and guilt. Wondering where it all went wrong. Was it the fame? The past he never healed from? Or… was it you?

But even through the ache, you hoped he was doing better. Independent. Stable. Happy. He wouldn’t have a hard time finding a girlfriend, not with that face, that charm, and a fanbase that worshipped the ground he walked on.

You were walking home from a quiet dinner one night, city lights buzzing around you, when you passed another ad of him huge and perfect lighting up the side of a building. You paused without meaning to, lost in your head.

That’s when your phone rang.

You didn’t even check the caller ID. Just answered, out of habit.

“…Hello?”

Silence. Then a voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.

“I missed you.”

You froze.

And then, a shadow stepped up behind you.

A cap pulled low, sunglasses covering most of his face but you knew. You felt it.

He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear.

“You think you’re gonna escape from me?”

Your heart dropped.

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, firm, but not violent. Still, it sent your pulse racing. People were around, but no one looked twice. Just a couple under the lights.

“Wait—what are you doing?!” you whispered, trying to pull away.

He smiled, too calm, too practiced.

“Let’s talk. Somewhere quieter.”

***

He didn’t say a word as he dragged you through the maze of streets, only tightening his grip whenever you slowed down. You wanted to pull away, to yell, but something in his silence kept you frozen.

Eventually, he led you into a sleek hotel, one of those high-end discreet places celebrities used when they wanted to disappear. You were too stunned to resist, your mind racing with every step.

The elevator ride was silent.

He pushed the door open, guided you inside, and shut it behind you with a soft click. The curtains were drawn. City lights barely filtered through the fabric.

He finally let go of your wrist and walked ahead, pulling off his cap and tossing it to the couch, glasses following. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, agitated, pacing the room like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“I looked for you,” he finally said, voice tight. “Every day.”

You said nothing. He turned to face you.

“Why didn’t you call? Text? Anything?”

“It wasn’t my place anymore,” you answered softly. “We needed space. You needed to grow.”

He laughed bitterly. “Grow into what? A product?”

You flinched.

He stepped closer. “So that’s all it was, huh? A business deal? Get the pretty boy off the streets, polish him up, sell him to the world then cut him off once he gets too hard to manage?”

You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was never just business. I cared about you. But things got—”

“Complicated?” he snapped. “Yeah. You left when things got complicated.” His voice cracked, the anger just barely covering the hurt underneath. “So your life with me,” he said, slower this time, like each word hurt, “was really just a job?”

You took a step forward, your chest tightening.

“No. It was real. I-I just... you changed.”

“And you didn’t?” he whispered, eyes shining with something fragile anger, betrayal, desperation. “You walked away like I meant nothing.”

"You matter to me—"

“That’s what it felt like. You gave me everything, then took it all back the second I started needing you too much.”

“I didn’t take anything back,” you said, stepping back instinctively. “I was trying to help you. You were becoming... unstable. You needed someone more experienced. I just wanted you to be okay.”

His hands balled into fists.

“Okay? I was only okay when you were there. You made me." His voice rising with desperate anger. In a flash, he grabbed your wrists and dragged you towards the bed, forcing you down onto the plush mattress. Before you could react, he climbed on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning your arms above your head.

"G-Get off me..." you gasped, struggling beneath him. But he was too strong, too determined. His eyes burned into yours, wild and unpredictable.

"No," he growled, one hand still gripping your wrists while the other tugged at his belt. "You don't get to leave me. I won't let you."

He yanked his belt off and tossed it to the side. Then his fingers were at your pants, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. You tried to close your legs, but he forced them open, settling himself between your thighs.

"No, wait-" you started to protest, but he silenced you with a brutal kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming you. His cock was hard and insistent against your stomach, and you knew he wouldn't stop.

"Please," you whimpered when he let you catch your breath. But it was a lie and you both knew it. He'd never listened to your pleas before.

"Shut up. Shut up... Shut up."

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he undid his jeans and shoved them down just enough to get his cock out. It bobbed in front of you, angry and hungry and so fucking hard.

"Open," he commanded, his grip on your hair tightening painfully.

You hesitated, your lips pressed firmly together. He cursed and slapped your cheek lightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to sting.

"Open your fucking mouth," he snarled.

Tears stung your eyes at the sharp crack against your cheek, but you parted your lips just as he slammed forward, shoving his cock past your teeth and into your mouth. He didn't wait for you to adjust, just started fucking your face with hard, brutal thrusts.

Hurts... He's hurting me...

You choked on his cock, gagging and sputtering as he forced himself deeper and deeper down your throat. Saliva flooded your mouth and spilled out over your lips as he used your mouth like a fuckhole, grunting and groaning above you.

Why is he always... mad at me?

He fucked your face hard and fast, not caring about your comfort, only chasing his own pleasure. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gagged and choked around him, your throat constricting around his pistoning cock.

He used your mouth ruthlessly, slamming into your throat and pulling out just long enough to catch his breath before plunging back in.

You knew he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied, until he'd emptied his balls down your throat. All you could do was try to breathe through your nose and pray it would be over quickly.

Mine. Mine.

He chanted it desperately under his breath, eyes glazed over with lust and obsession as he continued to viciously fuck your face. His hips slammed against your chin with each brutal thrust, your neck bulging obscenely each time he hilts inside you.

"Gonna...fucking...ruin this...cunt of a mouth..."

He was breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face, lost in his own manic pursuit of release. He needed this, needed to take back control, to reclaim you. You had left him, abandoned him, but now...now you were his again. His to use, his to ruin.

Always wanted...to fuck this...painted whore mouth...of yours...

He could feel his balls tightening, his climax building from the base of his spine. He was going to come, going to fill your belly with his seed, mark you from the inside out. You were going to choke on his cum, swallow it all, and maybe then you'd understand. Maybe then you'd realize you belonged to him, and him alone.

"Fuck! Take it all, you...cock sleeve!"

His fingers tightened in your hair, yanking your head back even further as his hips slammed forward one last time. He hilts inside you, his cock pulsing and jerking as he started to come, flooding your throat and mouth with string after string of hot, thick cum.

Manager... Manager. Manager. I fucking love you.

He groaned long and low, his eyes rolling back in his head as he emptied his balls inside you. His cock jerked and spasmed as he pumped load after load of semen directly into your stomach, your throat bulging obscenely.

"Fuck!" he roared, his voice echoing in the room. "Fuck, yes! Take it all, you fucking...cock warmer!"

He held you in place, forcing you to swallow every last drop, his grip on your hair almost painfully tight. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled out, his softening cock slipping from your abused lips with a wet pop.

He collapsed next to you, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air, your throat sore and raw. Tears and saliva and his own essence coated your face.

"I...I'm sorry," you whimpered, voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to leave you. Please...forgive me..."

He turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. But his eyes, ah his eyes...they were haunted, desperate. Lost.

"Forgive you?"

He reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, smearing his own cum back into your mouth. You flinched at the taste, but he held you firm.

Forgive you?

His other hand slid down your body, over your breasts, your stomach, to cup your mound possessively. He squeezed, fingers digging into your tender flesh.

"You'd have to do more than that if you want me to forgive you. I won't let you go again. Ever."

H-Huh?

Before you could catch your breath, he yank your hips up and pulls down your pants and panty. You felt the cool air on your exposed ass and pussy.

"No, wait-" you started to protest, trying to crawl away. But he grabbed your hips in a bruising grip, pulling you back onto his still-hard cock. He rubbed the thick head up and down your slit, coating it in a mix of your spit and his own cum.

"Shut up," he snarled, voice ragged with lust and desperation. "Stop fucking fighting me. Stop resisting!"

With one brutal thrust, he slammed forward, spearing your cunt on his throbbing shaft. You screamed at the sudden intrusion, your walls clamping down around him like a vice. He was too big, too hard, splitting you open.

Hurts... He's being... cruel.

"Fuck!" he roared, starting to piston in and out of your helpless pussy. "Take it! Take my fucking cock!"

He set a punishing pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Each thrust jolted you forward, your tits swaying beneath you. Tears poured down your face as he used you, brutalized you, his hips slamming against your ass with every stroke.

But then, he slowed. His grip gentled, fingers kneading your ass almost lovingly as he rolled his hips into yours. He leaned down, lips brushing the nape of your neck, breathing raggedly against your skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured, voice hoarse. "So tight. Like you were made for me..."

He peppered kisses along your shoulder blades, his touch almost tender. You shuddered, confused, not understanding the sudden change. He rocked into you, each thrust measured, deliberate, like he was savoring the feeling of your tight cunt gripping his cock. Fuck, so fucking perfect.

"Manager... You're mine, ok? No one... No one can touch you but me!"

But just as suddenly, he changed again. His hips started moving faster, harder, the room echoing with the slap of skin and the creak of the mattress. He hooked an arm under your waist, hauling you back onto every stroke, forcing you to take every fucking inch.

"Yes, fuck!" he bellowed, sweat dripping onto your back. "Gonna...fucking ruin this pussy. Gonna make it mine."

He was panting harshly, his rhythm faltering. You could feel him growing even harder inside you, his cock throbbing erratically against your battered walls. You knew he was close, that he was going to come again.

But then he paused, buried deep inside you, cock pulsing urgently. He gripped your hips, fingers sinking into your skin hard enough to bruise.

"Gonna...fucking...knock you up," he growled. "Breed this cunt. Pump you full of my fucking seed."

You shook your head frantically, a strangled cry escaping your lips at the thought. "No! No, please...don't..."

He ignored you, starting to move again, thrusts growing more intense, more desperate. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes, gonna make you...mine. Gonna keep you...swollen with my child..."

His voice rose with each word, until he was nearly screaming. You could feel his cock jerk and twitch, his climax approaching. He was going to do it, going to come inside you, maybe even...

"Take it!" he roared. "Fucking take it, you bitch! Gonna...fucking...breed you!"

He slammed into you with a last, brutal thrust, his cock erupting deep inside your unprotected womb. You screamed as you felt the hot flood of his seed gushing into you, painting your insides with his come. He groaned long and low, body shuddering, emptying himself inside you.

He panted against your neck, sweat-soaked and sated.

"Manager... You won't be able to run away from me now."

You lay still beneath him, tears leaking from your eyes, a sense of dread washing over you.

He rolled you over, cradling you against his chest, your tear-stained face pressed to his sweat-slicked skin. His arms wrapped around you, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe.

Tilting your chin up, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart clench. Gone was the wild, crazed look from before. Now there was only a solemn, almost reverent expression on his handsome face.

"Manager, you're the only one for me," he murmured, voice low and intense. "My heart, my soul... it all belongs to you. Don't leave me again, alright? All the luxuries, all the fame and wealth... it's meaningless without you here with me."

His thumb brushed over your cheek, catching the tears that still leaked from the corners of your eyes. He leaned in closer, forehead pressed against yours, breath mingling with your own.

You want to refuse. Want to push him away, but you're eyes gets blurry with tears, getting overwhelmed. Why you?

He pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your shoulder, your spine, worshipping every inch of your skin like the devoted disciple he claimed to be. Tears leaked from your eyes at the tenderness of his touches, the heartfelt sincerity in his tone.

It's like the old him...

But even as you lost yourself in the gentle glide of his lips, you could feel the desperation radiating off him in waves. This calm, this tenderness...it was a fragile thing.

He's always been such a fragile boy.

His hands roamed your body with a hunger that was almost painful in its intensity. He was trying to memorize you, to burn every dip and curve into his mind.

He hitched your leg up over his hip, opening you to him. You could feel his cock, already hard and ready again, nudging against your thigh, making you freeze.

He... He's still ready?

He was insatiable, this man. He would never be satisfied, would never have enough of you.

His eyes were wild again, pupils blown wide with renewed lust. He notched himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pushing demandingly at your folds.

"Feel this, Manager?" he whispered hotly, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Feel what you do to me? How much I just want to... Fuck you, need you..."

"I-I'm still sore... Please, I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that and just let me in your cunt, ok?"

He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cried out, back arching off the bed, your nails digging into his shoulders. He was so deep, so hard, stretching you in ways that made you see stars. He's deeper this time?

"Wah... Your cunt still so tight, you're squeezing me dry~"

He started to move, hips rolling into yours with a force that shook the headboard. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, left you gasping and mewling beneath him. He was lost in the heat of you, in the way your cunt gripped him.

"Tell me you need it, Manager," he urged, his cock slamming home and stilling, pulsing urgently inside you. "Tell me you want this... want me... as much as I need and want you!"

He pumped harder, faster, chasing his pleasure, his release. The room filled with the crude slap of skin against skin, with your choked cries and his grunts. He was going to come again, you could feel it in the erratic jerk of his hips, in the way his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you.

"Fuck!" he roared, slamming into you one last time. "Fuck, Manager, fuck!"

"N-no! Don't do it inside again!"

You bit your lips, muffling your ecstasy as you felt the hot rush of his come flooding your womb, your own orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your vision swam, your body shaking with the force of it.

He's gonna come inside... I'll get pregnant at this rate...

And then, with a long, guttural groan, he was coming again. His cock erupted like a fountain, pumping spurt after spurt of his hot cum deep into your hungry womb. The sensation was too much... too intense... and you felt yourself plummeting into oblivion, the darkness claiming you as his release seemed to go on and on.

The last thing you heard as you drifted off was his ragged voice, panting your name like a prayer.

"Manager... Manager... Manager! I love you! I love you! I fucking love you!"

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You stared up at the ceiling, the memories of the past playing out like a movie reel in your mind. You could see him there, a young and nervous pop sensation, gripping your hands tightly as you offered him words of encouragement and support.

"You've got this," you had said, squeezing his fingers reassuringly. "Go out there and give them the performance of a lifetime. They're waiting for you."

"Okay," he nodded, squaring his shoulders with newfound determination. "Okay, Manager. I can do this. With you by my side, I can do anything."

He stepped out onto the stage. The crowd had gone wild, their screams and cheers a tangible force that seemed to lift him up and carry him forward. He had shone under the hot lights, his voice ringing out clear and strong, his movements confident and sure.

And you had watched from the wings, your heart swelling with pride and love as you beheld the man you had helped to create. He was more than just your client, more than just your star - he was your greatest achievement, your crowning glory. You had taken a scared and scrawny boy and molded him into a god among men, a king among the elite.

But now, as you lay there in the dim light of the bedroom, you could feel the weight of that responsibility crushing down on you. It was your fault, after all, that he had become this twisted and broken creature, this monster who would dare to touch you without your consent, to hold you against your will.

His arms tightened around you, crushing you against his chest, his breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck. He was saying all the right things, murmuring all the right words, but you could feel the dark intent behind them. The gentleness was a lie, a mask he wore to hide the cruelty that lurked beneath.

"Shh, it's alright," he cooed, his lips brushing your ear. "Don't cry, I'm here now. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

But you didn't want him here. You didn't want his comfort or his affection or his twisted version of love. You wanted him to let you go, to release you from the nightmare that had become your life. You wanted to be free of him, to run until you couldn't run anymore, to disappear and never be found again.

But you knew it was impossible. He would never let you go, would never allow you to leave him. He needed you too much, depended on you for his every breath and his every heartbeat. And as long as you remained by his side, as long as you stayed in his life… he would never stop hunting you, never stop pursuing you until he had claimed you completely.

It was a bitter realization, a cruel twist of fate that left you feeling hollow and empty inside. You had once believed that you could save him, that your love and your guidance could be enough to keep the darkness at bay. But now… now you knew the truth. You knew that you had been the one to nurture the seeds of his madness, to feed the flames of his obsession until it had grown into an all-consuming inferno.

And so you lay there, trapped in his embrace, tears leaking down your face as you prayed silently for a miracle, for some way out of this nightmare. But deep down, you knew that there would be no miracle, no divine intervention to come rescue you from the man you had once called your star.

You had been his manager, his guide, his friend… and his downfall. And now, you would bear the consequences of your choice for the rest of your days.

With a sob catching in your throat, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the darkness, praying that when you opened them again… you would be somewhere, anywhere else. But far away from here, and far away from him.

Though, you only have yourself to blame.

You were the one who scouted him after all~

Stupid manager.

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Love and Deepspace Memes

I had really fun making yandere Honkai Star Rail and Genshin Impact memes, so I just had to make some lads memes(^з^)-☆

[shalscumbunny]

Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, female reader, vaginal sex

His eyes are shining with happiness, his body is shaking and trembling, yet…

He's happy~

The tip of his cock hit exactly where it should and for the first time… you came on his cock.

That means… you like it? You like what you are doing! You're enjoying it even as you tearfully beg for him to stop!

He took your tearful face in his hands, caressing your cheeks sweetly with the tips of his fingers.

He's just desperate for your love, needy for your acceptance and now that he's deeply inserted inside you while your teary eyes are clouded with pleasure, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven… you're his heaven, his glory, his everything.

"You look… so beautiful when you cum…" He gasps, kissing your cheeks softly and wetly.

You whimper when he lets go of your face and his fingers aggressively dig into your hips.

It was really just a matter of seconds before he resumed his thrusts on that sweet, rubbery spot making you see stars.

"I love you… fuck… I love you so much" He whimpers, nibbling on your earlobe "You don't need anyone else, I promise you'll only need me… I'll make you feel so good…!"

HxH: KURAPIKA, Shalnark

LADS: Caleb

BNHA: Shigaraki Tomura

Genshin Impact: Xiao, Tartaglia, Ororom

Naruto: OBITO UCHIHA, Nagato

SNK: Porco Galliard, Zeke Jaeger

[furioussouls]

LADS guys as yanderes

[chubby reader]

Warning: yandere behaviour (soft, but yandere behaviour nonetheless), fem! chubby reader, manipulation, suggestive themes, reader is mc (in some parts), mentions of injuries (not through the boys), I'm not romanticising or condoning yandere behaviour in real life

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they are from a game called "love and deepspace", which was created by Infold. Any lore refrences and worldbuilding belong solely to them.

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Zayne:

• Zayne would be the overprotective and overbearing yandere. He is so furiously obsessed with your health and monitors it all to an unhealthy degree. You would not notice it at first, because he'll hide it extremely well from you and always hides behind his icy facade, but once it clicks in your head, its impossible to unsee.

You sat in front of Dr. Zayne in his office, the pungent odor of disinfectant lingering in the air as your plush thighs sat firmly on top the familiar chair. "Excuse me, Dr. Zayne? I am very thankful for your care, but I can't drop out of my missions every other day for routine check- ups. Is there a reason why you keep telling me to come back?". Zayne flexed his long, slender and scarred fingers and pushed his glasses closer to his face. He firmly starred at the screen of your medical scan and compared it with the one he took of you last week. "Do we have to wait for it to get worse in order for me to take care of your health? Your heart could get worse in the blink of an eye.", his voice rang out. You sighed and watched Zayne obsessively click from one picture to the next without blinking.

• After a mission gone wrong, you informed Zayne that you would arrive at the hospital shortly. You sighed and limped through the doors of the hospital. You were alright, your injuries not too grave, but you weren't quite sure if you had any internal injuries. You knocked on Zayne's office and walked through it. Zayn was hunched over, his hands buried tightly in his hair. When the door shut behind you, he jumped up with shaky hands. Before you could ask him whats wrong, he took long steps toward and scanned your injuries from top to bottom. His large hands pat down your body. "Where are your injuries?", before you could respond, he had hastily already taken off your shirt and shoved you down on the examination table and poked and prodded every part of your ample torso. You squealed "Dr. Zayne! I'm fine. My leg is the only thing that's injured.", he paid you no mind and continued to examine you while breathing heavily.

• After you two started dating, you felt like you were in paradise. Zayne was the biggest gentleman you've ever met. He helped you get dressed in the morning, tied your shoelaces, cooked for you, did the chores at home and walked on the outer side of the sidewalk. Sure, he was a bit annoying with his constant health examinations, but that can easily be ignored. Alright, maybe it's also annoying that he wants to know your location at all times, but it seriously has nothing to do with him not trusting you. He's just scared that you'll need his help and he won't know where you are. Zayne bounced his leg up and down and loosened the tie around his neck. His pulse quickened as he stared at his phone. 'My love, where are you? Should I come and pick you up?', why haven't you responded yet? Are you okay? Is your heart okay? Zayne's mind was racing and he thought about you, his perfect little love, passed out in some alleyway. He jumped up and made move to grab his jacket when his phone alerted him of your new message. 'Hi Zayne, I'll be home soon! I'll get us some ice cream.'

• he hopes you'll quit your job, so that you wont go on these dangerous missions anymore. He'll take care of you, you won't have to move a muscle. You also wouldn't have to do chores or anything, please just stay home.

• If you talk with him about his behaviour and tell him to tone it down a notch, he'll apologise profusely and tell you that he'll be more mindful, but his behaviour only grows more obsessive. He'll hide it from you, but his heart breaks whenever you do anything that could endanger you and he switches to a different type of surveillance. Sometimes he‘ll also give you “doctors orders“ on how you need to rest for a week if a dangerous mission pops up.

Xavier:

•Xavier is the possessive, jealous yandere. He's the wolf hidden beneath a fluffy, wooly facade.

You made your way to your apartment with grocery bags in your hand. When you reached your old, sturdy door, you heard a familiar soft voice behind you. "Who were you just talking to?". You spun around quickly and saw Xavier's soft smile behind you. You smiled at him and he bent down to take the grocery bags out of your soft hand. You smiled in gratitude and unlocked the door. He put the bags down on the table and began taking everything out of your bags. "Hm?", he asked and you looked at him in confusion. "Who was the man you were talking with earlier?", he repeated softly. You informed Xavier that he was your guys' new neighbour. Xavier nodded and walked slowly over to you. He wrapped his arms around your wide hips and gently gripped the fat of your back. "Is he nice? Nicer than me?", he asked softly and you rolled your eyes. "No, Xavier. Don't be jealous, again." He nodded and tenderly kissed your squishy cheeks.

• If he saw anybody he deemed a threat, he would take care of it. Quietly and without your knowledge. He wouldn't hurt or kill anyone, (unless they've hurt you in some way) but he would make sure that they would never be around you, ever again. If some girl had been gossiping about your weight like an insecure middle schooler? Suddenly she had to move cities. Somebody is standing in the way of your promotion? They were just relocated to a different place. Hmm, suspicious.

• he would never lay a hand on you. Ever. none of the guys would, They all adore and worship you too much.

•Xavier is lowkey like a kitten. If you scratch at his scalp and play with his hair, he'll lean into your touch and moan softly. He will happily lay down on your big thighs and sleep the whole day ever. Also, has a bite kink-, who said that?

• loves to go to sleep on top of you because you cannot leave while hes sleeping on top of you. He cuddles up on your chest and wraps his arms around you and kneads you like a stress ball, all of his troubles disappear when your comforting smell on body are underneath him. If both of you sat on the couch, he’d make sure that his lanky body is touching your plump one in any way possible. Sitting side pressed against side? Hell yeah. Sitting with your legs on his lap? Perfect. You sitting on his lap or him sitting on yours? Genuinely amazing. He’s happy.

• Sometimes, when somebody else would try and tell you that he's not as sweet as you think he is, he'll look at you with a hurt expression. You don't believe them, do you? Why would he lie to you? Who can be purer than him? His evol is light, after all. He means well.

You look at Xavier's wide, glossy eyes, his lips streched into a slight frown. "I just don't know why they would say something like that about me? Have I made a wrong first impression? Is it because I’m so sleepy?". You wrapped your soft arms around Xaviers lanky body and gently swiped over his blond hair. “No, Xavier. I’m sorry that they’re saying that about you.“

He sighed happily into your shoulder and smiled. He loves you so much. Don’t leave him, okay? He‘ll find you anyway.

Rafayel:

• Rafayel is a bratty, manipulative yandere. Don't be fooled by his sweet, pouty lips. We all know not to mess with sirens, and how persuasive they can be.

• If the two of you are engaged in a conversation with somebody who shows a little too much interest in you, Rafayel turns everything they say into something negative.

"So, our company works closely with the animal shelters in Linkon.", the sleazy business man told you with a bright smile as his eyes scanned you from top to bottom. You were nodding along and fixing your dress, which seemed to accentuate every little curve of yours. Rafayel's face contorted in disgust, his beautiful, plump lips streched into a grimace. "Wait, that means you don't want to get rid off the horrible loneliness that animals go through? Is that what you're saying?".

The business man's face jaw dropped and he blinked at Rafayel. "I don't under-", Rafayel interrupted the man and gripped your hand tighter, "Well, you're saying your company depends on the poor, lonely animals being dropped off into shelters, which means if you were presented with the opportunity to give all of these animals a home, you wouldn't do it, since that's where you'd be getting your money from.", Rafayel exlaimed with a fake outrage. You raised your eyebrow at him and the business man turned on his heel and left the conversation. Rafayel's fake outrage dropped and a neutral expression bloomed on his face. "Really, Raf'?", you asked him incredulously and he shrugged and gently kissed your knuckles. “Cutie, he was annoying me!“, he exclaimed in a whiny voice.

• If anybody gets on your nerves, just tell him. He'll take care of them and you won't ever have to see them again. He doesn't understand human morals and also does not abide by them. The only thing that matters to him is that his cutie is okay and that you love him. The rest of the world could perish.

• he'll act bratty and needy so that you would touch him. He wishes that you would never stop paying attention to him. Your hands on him is the best kind of heaven that he could imagine. Just dont ignore him, he'll wither away and break down. Please stop acting all cool and just him as your own personal stress reliever /plushie!

• he wants to be the prettiest thing that you’ve ever seen. He wishes you would ogle at him or sexualise him- at least a little bit. He wants to feel wanted and loved. If you make a raunchy joke to him or reply jokingly with a “without me?“ when he tells you about his baths, he’ll act shocked and outraged but warmth spreads in his chest and if he had a cat tail, it would fluff up.

• he will paint your naked body in every position and with every sort of art media. He will never show them to anybody else, sometimes not even to you, but he prides himself on knowing your gorgeous round body inside and out and draws you in different positions, only using his memories of you. Anybody that sees these vulnerable pictures of you will be disposed of.

•If you're about to get yourself into a dangerous situation, he'll use his siren song on you. He would never use it on you in any other situation, but your well- being is the most important thing in the world to him. Everything else is secondary. He‘ll make you forget ever hearing it and he’ll use it again and again if you think he‘ll let you head off into danger.

Sylus:

• Sylus is the protective yandere, who monitors your every move. However, he'll hide it so well that most of the time you won't even notice his tendencies. Of course, you know about Mephisto, but he also wasn’t trying to hide Mephisto from you.

“Can you believe he would do that? Ugh! It’s so annoying, I’ve been working my ass off for this job, and he just ruined it all in one second!“, you complained to Sylus, your soft cheeks wet with your own tears.

“I‘m sorry, sweetie. You worked so hard for this. I can’t believe he would ruin it for you.“, Sylus said with his deep and husky voice. He gently wiped your tears away and you sniffed. His big hand gently smoothed over your head and he gently pushed your head into his chest. Sylus looked over your shoulder to Kieran and Luke and nodded at them.

Both of them left quietly and made sure to find the man who has hurt you. Don’t worry, they’re supposed to bring him back alive.

• He watched the cameras to your room and sighs softly. He can’t go one day without seeing you, he needs to see you at all times. You were cuddled into your bed while watching your favourite show, and so was Sylus. He scanned every part of you, basically inhaling all of your essence and his tension drained from his shoulders. You made his life better- you made it feel like life was worth living.

• if by any chance he does miss any disrespect or danger thrown your way, and you happen to tell him about it, he‘ll laugh along with you. He‘ll smirk at your story and chuckle at how happy you’re reenacting the situation, but the moment he’s alone, he‘ll find every person, who was involved in this situation and ruin them. He will either kill them or drain them of their money til they kill themselves.

“I don’t even know why he tried to fight me without backup“, you chuckled and Sylus grinned at your words. “My, my. Seems like the boxing lessons I gave you helped you tremendously, kitten.“ He teased you and gently smoothed his warm fingers over your bruised eye. Your phone rang and you excused yourself from Sylus. He nodded with a soft smile. After you left the room, Sylus‘ big grin fell and his nostrils flared. A big ball of anger spread from his chest to his arms and he clenched his hands and jaw. The name of the perpetrator echoed through his head like a drill. He picks up his phone and told Luke and Kieran that they would go out tonight.

•loves to be your personal pillow and plushie. If you want to cuddle with him gently to forget about the weight of the world for a moment? Go ahead. If you wanna take your anger out and wrestle with him, please feel free to do so, he lives and breathes to please you after all. He wants to take care of you and your mental health, and he wishes you would tell him every single thought running through your mind. But since that’s unrealistic, he‘ll settle for being your emotional and physical plush toy.

•he buys you all the clothes in your cart. You’re always shocked on how he knows your exact size and the clothes in general, since you’ve never showed them to him before.

“Oh my god, Sylus! This is exactly what I wanted. It’s so damn hard to find fat- friendly clothing. But- wait. How do you know that this is the dress I wanted?“, Sylus chuckled deeply and pointed to Mephisto. “He saw you adding it to your cart“. Mephisto definitely didn’t see you adding it to you cart. Sylus just sees everything you’re doing on your electronic devices, but he just loves you so much, dont blame him. He'd never judge you for anything on there.

Caleb:

• Caleb is the worshipper and isolating yandere. He wishes he could spend the rest of his life servicing your every wish. You’re the only thing in his life that he needs. You’re his very oxygen, the blood running through his veins. So, naturally he should treat you as well as you deserve to be treated. By himself. Alone. Nobody else loves you as much as he loves you, they wouldn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated- they couldn’t.

“Caleb“, you scolded gently when he kneeled in front of you. He laid his head down on your plump thighs and closed his eyes.

“Pipsqueak, how can I get you to quit your job, hm? There must be something that can convince you, anything at all. Please. There must be something I can do for you to stay here with me, forever.“

You sighed and gently ran your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh of relief and pressed his face into your thighs. “I do want to stay with you, Caleb. I will not quit my job, though. I will not stay here, cooped up in your house while you’re in one dangerous mission after the other. No, no way.“

• cooks for you. Seeing you eat something that he made makes his heart beat faster. He loves everything about your expression, your happy face and your grateful praise. He feels like a puppy with a tail that's wagging too fast for its little body. That's how you make him feel. Caleb loves your praise and appreciation. He would take care of you regardless of your appreciation but he loves you so much, hearing your sweet words make him even more obsessed with you.

•he‘ll sit you on his lap and massage every inch of your ample skin. Not once inch will be untouched. He loves the smell and feel of your body on top of him. If you‘ll let him, he’ll massage your body until his hands cramp up. He‘ll do it for the rest of his life. From your cute round toes to the top of you’re pretty head. Also- he‘ll learn the perfect hair care routine for your hair type and will perform it for you. You haven’t done your own hair in such a long time.

•works out with you on his back. If he can’t carry you out of a dangerous situation, all of his workouts and muscles would be for nothing, so he’d try many different positions and with many different handicaps. Sometimes he‘ll only carry your weight with one arm, in another scenarios he’s missing a few other limbs. (He can carry you btw, all of them can and no I don’t care how much you weigh. All of them can)

• kills any threat mercilessly. Nothing will harm you ever again. If you want, you can think of him as your knight or better yet, your guard dog. There is nothing that you have to be scared of doing, just make sure you allow him to come with you and let him take care of everybody that's standing in your way. In his eyes you deserve to rule the world but thankfully you're not an evil villain.

•sometimes when he’s awake and you’re not, he‘ll cancel your alarms so that you would miss work. You don’t have to go, after all. And if they fire you, he can eliminate them for upsetting you and he can take care of you. Don’t leave him. Just stay with him and let him love you til you die. He’ll die with you and he can keep worshipping and taking care of you wherever you both go.

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[clovdgyu]

#stepbro!caleb x m!reader #smut #i'm so sorry i went mia again! i got so busy with lots of stuffs and now i'm back!

#mentions of BLACKMAIL, NON/DUBCON, size difference, rough caleb, choking, feminization, dacryphilia, cum swallowing, degradation, HOMOPHOBIA, slapping, slight BDSM

what was supposed to be a normal day turned out to become one of the worst days for you. you eventually knew the day where someone would eventually find out that you were some kind of 'underground doll'. you just didn't expect it to be sooner and by your step-brother, caleb, at that.

now here he was, standing in front of you outside of your room, showing you the video that unfortunately leaked. i knew i should've said no to recording. "mind explaining to me what this video, huh, lil bro?" caleb smirked as he pushed his phone in front of you, the video of you sucking off old men still playing.

you glared at him before you attempted to grab the phone but it was difficult for you since he was practically a giant, literally towering over your frame. "fuck, and so what? i do it to relieve stress cause my mother decided to remarry a man who has a son!"

"oh, so this is about me then? what do you want me to do, apologize?" caleb teased before bursting out laughing, not giving a single fuck about how you looked at him with rage-filled eyes.

you just rolled your eyes at him before you grabbed the door and close it, but caleb's reflexes were faster than yours. he used his hand to stop the door from closing, raising a brow at you as he smirked. "what now?"

the other male forced himself inside before closing the door and locked it. this got you puzzled but decided to plop yourself on your bed. "if you don't want mom and dad to find out, you have to do me a favor?" caleb stated as he moved towards your bed.

you scoffed, "really? and now you're blackmailng me? can this day get any worse than this?" the alst few words were mumbled, seeing as caleb failed to hear it. but not even a second laer caleb spoke up again.

"i want you to suck my cock."

you stopped whatever you were doing and turned to look at him, disgust evident in your eyes. "the fuck? why would i do that? get the hell out of here you're fucking insane and sick in the head," you shouted at him but he only got closer towards you before he was already above you. "c-caleb, what the hell?"

he placed a finger under your chin and lifted it before grinning mancally. "i'm serious. if you don't do whatever i want you to do today, tomorrow, or whenever, that video will go all around the world."

you gulped at the thought, not exactly knowing what to do now. eventually you gave in to whatever sick thoughts he had and went on with it.

everything started with just a fellatio or maybe just stroking his cock inside the bathroom while your mom and dad where literally outside or blowing him under the table while his dad talked to him about some things you never really cared.

you've come to realize that your stepbro was some fucked-up sicko who gets off on being sexual in dangerous situations. currently, you were under his desk, sucking his dick like a pro, hollowing your cheeks while pressing your tongue under his cock.

caleb could only moan as he continued with his project, some kind of diorama that he can barely focus on when you were sucking his cock so deliciously. "hey, m/n. does my cock taste that good? you're being quite eager today. want a taste of my cum dee in your throat?" caleb teased as he looked down at you.

all you could was glare up at him but not stopping whatever you were doing. you heeded no mind to what he said before pushing his cock all the way to your throat.

a pleasured groan left caleb's lips as he threw his head back, one hand stablizing himself on his swivel chair while the other was gripping onto your (h/c) locks. "fuuuck, that felt good. no wonder everyone loved a slut like you. you've practically mastered the art of 'blowjobs'," he stated, making you annoyed.

"why can't you just shut the fuck up?" you retaliated after popping his cock out of your mouth and jerked him off. you littered kisses all over his cock, licking at his tip before engulfing it with your lips.

you sucked on the head that leaked pre-cum while jerking off the base of his cock. you looked up at caleb who was already staring down at you, smiling like a maniac. "that's no way to speak to your older brother, pipsqueak," caleb stated before placing both his hands on your head and shoved his whole cock inside your mouth, reaching the back of your throat.

a surprised, muffled gasp left your lips as caleb now stood up, forcing you to kneel upright. the other male dragged you out of his desk with your head still buried in his trimmed pubes. although you gagged around his cock, caleb didn't care as he kept that position.

feeling out of breath, you tapped on his thigh three times but caleb just stared down at you, pressing his pelvis deeper into your face. the lack of air made your eyes roll back and cheeks warm, you were literally gonna die if he keeps you that way.

luckily, caleb was 'nice' enough to pull your head back. as soon as he did, you pushed him away and began coughing like crazy, holding onto your throat as drool dripped down from your lips. "you—keugh—fucking psycho! i thought i was gonna die," you said.

caleb only chuckled before grabbing your head with one hand, using his free hand to hold onto his saliva-coated cock. he made you face him then slapped your face with it, before placing it on your lips, using the tip of his cock to trace your lips.

"you're driving me so fucking crazy, dude," caleb stated before pushing his cock back inside your throat. he kept a steady pace while you placed your hands on his thighs to support yourself. caleb looked down at you as he thrusted his cock inside your mouth then said, "say, m/n. has anyone fucked you before?"

too lost in your own thoughts of killing him, you shook your head in response. with that, caleb smirked before he pushed you off of his cock and lifted you up, surprising you. "what the—caleb! put me down!"

caleb looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he carried your naked form bridal style. "our parents will probably be away for some time for their anniversary so why don't we spend the whole day like a couple."

you snarled at him.

"we are not a couple! and if you wanted me to continue to suck your cock, why aren't we at my room?" you asked him, brows furrowed together in pure annoyance.

the other male chuckled deeply before leaning his face towards your ear to whisper, "i want to fuck you on our parents' bed." his statement made you look at him, trying to see if he was joking but he was not! you knew better than to think that this sicko bastard would kid you at a time like this.

you gulped, scared and nervous. "a-are you serious? on mom and dad's—wait, fuck me?! i just told you i'm a virgin. our deal was to just suck your dick and that was it! you—"

"if you don't allow me, then that video will eventually leak publicly," caleb threatened you with an authoritative tone, staring down at you with a serious look. "if you show me even just a single pinch of defiance, that video will be posted. got that?"

fuck this insane bastard. i hope you get bombed at school, sick fuck. you cursed at him but nodded in response to his words in defeat. "i don't even know how to have sex. can't we please just keep it to fellatios?" you pleaded, trying to get him to change his mind but caleb just laughed before he gripped your hair and forced you to look up at him.

the force that his grip had made you tear up and let out a gasp, wincing at the pain before glaring at the other male who chuckled. "what part of 'do as i say' did you not understand? did all that cocksucking make your brain go dumb?" caleb stated before pushing you down on your bed.

you snarled at him before moving towards the end of your bed to throw him the pillow you managed to grab. caleb, with his reflexes, managed to catch it before placing it back down on your bed. "you're just a fucking psycho! i'd rather die than get fucked by the likes of you," you shouted at him.

angered by your insult, caleb stomped towards you, placing a hand on your neck and pressing hard on it. "ack...!"

"fuck you! you fucking shit, i've been trying to act really nice and you're being a stupid brat who doesn't even listen to their older brother," caleb spat out but only received a smirk from you as you held onto his forearm.

"you call that being nice? you're the one who's being stupid, caleb. you were never nice to me, only thinking of fucking my mouth. did i turn you gay, caleb?" you said.

your words only aded fuel to the fire that was already boiling deeper inside caleb's system."i'm not fucking gay, bitch!" he landed a harsh slap on your cheek, sending you backward as a whimper left your lips. as caleb removed his hand from your neck, you fell into a fit of coughs as you tried to get get the back the air in your lungs.

the other male began to search for stuffs in your drawer before he found a pink, silky ribbon that was settled beside the condoms and lube. "huh, virgin? what's these doing here then?" he asked, holding the two items up with a raised brow.

you looked at him, rolling your eyes as you scooted towards the corner of your bed. "zayne and i were originally going to lose our virginities together but then you came into the picture and now that is of no use," you answered.

"it won't be for nothing for long," he stated before grabbing your hands and tying them up together using the ribbon he found. "i was planning to prep you, but you're getting on my nerves. you'll be losing your virginity to me."

you just stared at him, tearing up at the thought of having your first with your sicko stepbro, lips quivering. "i hate you so bad."

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a strangled moan escaped your lips as caleb began to piston his dick inside your gummy walls that involunatrily sucked him deeper. tears escaped your eyes at the pain of the intrusion, constantly begging for caleb to slow down.

but your cries only drove caleb crazier, wantng to ravish you in a way that you will never forget. the way he pushed himself inside you was as if he was carving his name into your own, as if marking hs territory. "if i knew your tight ass felt this good, i would've fucked you already."

your bound hands were wrapped around caleb's neck as you cried out."you m-motherfucker. i'll fucking kill you!" you managed to say yet caleb only smirked harder before pushing his whole cock inside you, hitting a very sensitive spot which made you see stars.

caleb rolled his hips as he rubbed his own dick inside you, making you writhe underneath him, toes curled. "you act all tough but your body's betraying you, baby bro. you're actually liking this, aren't you?" he stated before palcing a hand on your neck.

he tightened his grip, choking you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you threw your head back, hands instinctively fisting his jet-black hair. "urk..! l-let go!" you stated, but caleb only hardened his grip more.

"fuck, i love the way your hole tightens every time i choke you or when i hit this sensitive spot inside you. you were born to become a sex sleeve, pipsqueak," the ravenette stated before finally letting go of your neck which sent you into coughing fits.

the other male groaned. every time you coughed, you would tighten around his cock involuntarily, driving him closer to his climax. "you psycho! i thought i was gonna die!" you shouted at him but caleb bpaid no mind to it before fucking you again.

this time, he was slower. agonizingly slow, dragging his shaft along your walls as if he was savoring every part inside you. "wh-what are you doing?" you stuttered.

caleb stopped, tilting his head. "i thought you wanted me to slow down?" he stated. "well, i'm being considerate here, baby bro. didn't you want this or did you actually love it fast and hard?"

you growled at him, looking away. he narrowed his eyes at you before taking a hold of your leaking cock, shocking you. "wh-what are--!"

"i can't be the only one who should feel god here, right? like i told you, i'm being considerate here," caleb stated. "and this isn't making you feel good, right? this pace is boring you out. now, let's make each other feel good, okay pipsqueak?"

a clapback was already at the tip of your tongue but the other male suddenly shoved his whole cock inside you, hitting your prostate in a precise angle. you arched your back at the pleasure as you screamed out. "fuck!"

"see? your body responds more when i fuck you harder," caleb stated before he took a hold of your legs and wrapped them around him. he placed his hands on your neck and began to choke you, makingg your tongue roll out.

a manic smile spread across caleb's lips as he watched you underneath him. torso covered in bite marks and hickies, lips wet with saliva, eyesight unsteady as your body rocked in rhythm to caleb's thrusts. you were just a fucking sight to behold.

nails dug deep into caleb's shoulder blades. as caleb fucked your ass, he jerked off your cock until it secreted more pre-cum. "shit. you're making a mess of yourself, m/n. you wanted zayne to see this? that fucking son of a bitch? you wanted to look like this underneath him?"

your mind was already in cloud nine but you were surprised when a slap was delivered to your cheeks, making you look at the older male. "i asked you a question and you weren't even listening? fucking cunt, are you thinking of zayne when i'm literally the one who's fucking you right now?"

caleb removed his grip on your neck before placing them around your hips to get some leverage. "n-no! wait, caleb!" you managed to shout out as the other male suddenly lifted your hips and fucked you deeper, making you scream out in pleasure, tears pooling around your eyes as you threw your head back.

"zayne can't make you feel good like this, bitch!" caleb shouted as he jerked your cock off in time with his thrusts, making you cry out in pleasure even more. he reveled in the way your screamed out.

you were already a writhing and quivering mess under him but caleb wanted to see you trembling even further, wanted to see your limits. "that man probably don't even know how to pleasure you. i'm the only one who knows your good spots. you fucking slut, i'm gonna fuck you my whole life until your hole takes the shape of my cock."

practically fucked dumb, you clung onto him like he was your lifeline. caleb thrusted his hips faster, his heavy balls slapping against your cheeks. "once we're done here, you will go talk to zayne and tell him you already los your virginity, okay?" he threatened you, forcing you to nod.

the other male used his free hand to brush his hair before placing it back on your hips, his other hand was busy jerking you off. "i just felt your cock twitch. are you gonna cum already, pipsqueak?"

you nodded at him, eyes bloodshot red and tired. "y-yes. i-i want to cum, please," you answered him.

the older male scoffed then shook his head. "no, we have to cum together or we're gonna go more rounds until we cum together if you cum without my permission. got that?" caleb stated which made you whine. this earned you a slap to your right cheek. "quit complaining, bitch!"

you just nodded to his instructions as you tried your best to hold in your cum. it was hard to handle but if you came on your own, you'll be experiencing another hell of a torture (called sex). you just complied to whatever caleb asked of you but that familiar coil in your stomach was already driving you nuts. you needed to cum, you had to cum!

caleb groaned on top of you as he closed his eyes in ecstasy, feeling himself come closer to his climax. "i'm about to cum, m/n," he announced, his thrusts growing faster in pace as he let out breathy moans, jerking you off faster.

caleb leaned towards you before he whispered, "cum for me, baby bro."

this was the only instruction you needed to hear as you came in caleb's hand. at the same time, caleb bit on your shoulder as he came inside you with a groan, painting your walls white. "f-fuck," you managed to say before you eventually drifted off to sleep.

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a little while later, you awoke to the sound of keyboard clicks. "finally awake, huh? get up. mom and dad is expecting us at his office," caleb stated as he rummaged through his drawer for something.

you groaned at that before getting up from caleb's bed (which you now realized that he carried you to his bedroom). "what are you doin? shouldn't you be getting ready too?"

a scoff left caleb's lips before be faced you with a package in his right hand. "open it for me."

thinking it was a gift, you grabbed it carefully then opened it. you knew it was too good to be true.

and you were right! the moment you opened the packagr, it was a remote controlled vibrator. "what the fuck, caleb?! what are you gonna do with this?" you shouted at him, throwing the sex toy at him in anger.

"remember what i said? do as i say, otherwise.." he trailed off, hinting at the video before grabbing his phone. a manic grin appeared on his lips when you grabbed his forearm and shook your head. "good boy, pipsqueak. now, mom and dad are expecting us so we best move along now. but after you get out from your bath, you better wear this."

a gasp left your lips, "you can't be fucking serious, caleb. anything but that—"

"video?"

"fuck! fine," you answered before storming off. caleb smiling like a lunatic as he planned what he will do with you later.

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men React to You Being Different From Other Lifetimes

AN: The what ifs in my brain go crazy.

Pairing: Lads boys x (varying) reader

Genre: angst, fluff, drama, everything

Summary: In another lifetime they meet a different you.

(I do not own these characters)

Xavier: Vampire reader

What if the prince of light met you, the evil in the dark?

He found you in an alleyway, crouched over a withering man beneath the same pale light where he'd first seen you in Philos.

But you were not the same.

Your eyes, once shimmering pools of hope, were now blackened depths of corruption. Your lips, which once curled into soft smiles, were pulled back in a wicked snarl, dripping with blood.

"Hello, princeling." Your voice slides through the air like silk laced with venom. And then, you're next to him, breath ghosting along the curve of his ear. "Came here for this body?"

The hair on his neck stands on end. A dangerous warmth coils low in his stomach.

He can still feel the ghost of you, the whisp of the light you once carried. And yet, standing before him now, you are everything dark and unholy.

In that lifetime, he drove the stake through your heart. His hands trembled. His breath shattered.

And never before had he felt so hollow, a bone-deep melancholy that clung to him like a curse, long after your body turned to ash.

Rafayel: Older reader

He feels the pull for the first time as he walks toward his seat on the plane.

The ancient pull of his oath, mercilessly reminding him of the emptiness of this lifetime. He hadn’t found you. Across countries, towns, and villages, he had failed, lost another chance.

He had given up and was now on his way home, to the shores of seas that reminded him of Lemuria. He had boarded the plane and now… here you were.

You look up at him with the same eyes he’s been searching for. But now, in this life, they sit beneath crow’s feet. Lines of age carve your face.

He has never seen you like this. The sight steals his breath away.

Gray hair, a kind face, glasses perched on the tip of your nose.

In this lifetime, you lived, longer than any.

He wishes for nothing more than to grow old and blissful with you. But time had not been kind to him.

Instead, he sits next to you, listening to your chatter about your grandchildren, your late husband, and the life he had been denied access to.

Zayne: Soldier reader

He holds a saw and, without a flinch, chops off your leg.

The screams of a young soldier fill the tent, only to be drowned out by the explosions outside. The world was coming undone, with you.

The blood of millions failed to sate its hunger.

But Zayne cannot think about that now. He looks at your terrified expression, the pain and anguish of hurt mixed with hysteria.

"My leg..." you whimper.

He cups your face. You are so young. A peasant, shoved into the war between kings who could not care for life.

"Shhh, poppy will make it better," he murmurs, tipping the warm milk to your lips. "You’ll be fine. I will take care of you."

He sits next to your bed, holding your hand until your eyes droop shut.

There are so many others to tend to. But just for a moment, he steals time to sit with you, to the cruelty of watching your innocence shatter.

His eyes land on your broken spear, all that you had. In a battle of fire and steel, all you were allowed was a rusted spear. His heart twists at the unfairness of it.

Sylus: Elf reader

The old world was fading. That’s why the sight of you. your form, was astounding.

An elf. In the modern world that bowed to mortals. You were a peredhel. Half elven.

But this was not your world. Even if it demanded your very core. Tt was not yours.

You knelt beside a man who bound you in chains of servitude.

Sylus felt bloodlust flood his mind.

His other half, his mate, treated as such.

Immortal, untouched by time… this was perfect. He would have an eternity to remind you of the past.

He would find another way for the world to function, and if that came at the cost of others, so be it.

Ignoring the room full of Onichynus members, he walked toward you, breaking off the chains with his bare hands. Your captor was already headless on the floor.

Without a word, the scent of the past fills his mind as your hand slips into his palm.

You look at him, terrified. And in the tongue of sea elves, you say, "Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo."

A star shines on the hour of our meeting.

Caleb: Male reader

Brothers, many assumed. Or cousins, on occasion.

But Caleb always made it a point to state that you were friends, that you shared no blood.

Once, it had hurt you. Your soft, childish heart had feared being the cause of his shame.

If he wanted a friend, you chose to be just that, though the idea of a brother had always been dear to you.

It would be years later when you would come to know his side of things.

How the prospect of being your brother, or a long-lost cousin, had been his greatest nightmare.

Not because he loved you any less. But because he loved you differently.

And when his words are said out loud, he finally allows himself the love he had held back, to have this.

Holding hands, kissing, matching gear, he does it all. Without ever caring about others.

Now that it wouldn’t mean being perceived as your brother, but as your lover.

[jjoppees]

I'm Still Yours

pairing: yandere!husband!Caleb x wife!reader

tags: angst, HINTS of fluff, explosions ig, romance, pregnancy, established relationship-married, obsession, I don't even know if I can call this yandere since it's Caleb LMAO, no other descriptions except for pregnant fem reader, no beta we die like Caleb

Based on this post

Caleb’s heartbeat lulled you into a sense of security as you leaned against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong, a reassuring rhythm beneath your fingertips. You pressed your palm to his chest, closing your eyes as his warmth wrapped around you.

“I still can’t believe it,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the small swell of your belly. “We’re having a baby.”

You roll your eyes as a soft smile tugged at your lips. “You’ve been saying that for months, don’t you get tired of it?”

“Nope, I’ll probably keep saying it until she’s here.” Caleb bent down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I can’t wait to meet her. My pipsqueak’s going to be a mother.”

Your fingers tightened in his uniform. “And to think the man who accidentally locked and left me in the attic is going to be a father.”

Caleb chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Hey! That was an accident. Besides, I’m going to spoil the little princess rotten, you know that?”

You laughed. “Never doubted it.”

In the blink of an eye, your very world crashed and burned.

One moment, you were laughing from his cheesy dad jokes, the next, he was ripped away from you so soon. That  violent explosion reduced your childhood home into burning rubble. The blast came without warning, its deafening boom swallowed everything in its path. You clutched your belly, your trembling hands desperate to shield the unborn life within you.

Smoke filled the air, searing your throat with every desperate breath. Through tear-filled eyes, you tried to push yourself up, your vision dimming, contrasting the fiery wreckage that had once been your safe haven. You screamed his name, your voice raw and broken, but it was futile.

Your mind refused to accept the truth.

 Your heart almost pounded out of your chest as you clawed at the debris, your hands raw from trying to find any sign of him. The heat charred your skin, and the metallic scent of blood and ash filled your nostrils, but none of it mattered. 

All that mattered was finding him.

You gasped for air, struggling to stay conscious as exhaustion and grief devoured you. Inside of you, Caleb’s permanent reminder stirred, a faint reminder that you were not entirely alone. 

But how could you go on without him? To live in a world that cruelly took him from you? A world that could take your baby too?

Your body trembled as sobs wracked your frame, the realization stabbing you in the heart. 

He was gone. 

The love of your life, the father of your child, the man who had promised to always be by your side—gone in an instant. 

And all you could do was scream his name.

It was suffocating.

Every morning, you woke up reaching for him, only to find the bed cold and empty. The silence of your room was deafening, broken only by the soft whimpers of your newborn baby—Caleb’s daughter. The symbol of the love that the two of you carefully curated over the years.

You were on maternity leave, which meant endless hours spent alone, caring for a child who would never meet her father. A child who had Caleb’s eyes, his hair, his smile. Every time you looked at her, it was a cruel reminder of the very man you had lost.

Some nights, you cried yourself to sleep. Other nights, you sat in the nursery, holding your baby close, whispering stories about her father so She would never forget the man who loved and cherished her before she was even born.

The Farspace Fleet, a name spoken in hushed whispers, an organization so powerful that even the highest-ranking officials answered to their commander—the Fleet Colonel.

No one dared to challenge him. No one questioned his authority.

And now, he was here.

Caleb.

But he was not your Caleb.

He stood before you, his uniform pristine, his expression unreadable and devoid of any emotions. But his eyes—those same eyes you had fallen in love with—burned with something dangerous. Something obsessive.

Your heart pounded. “Caleb…”

His gaze softened as he stepped forward, reaching for you. “Fate can be cruel. In this world, you live. You and our baby.” His lips curled into something akin to relief, but there was a dark edge to it. 

“I won’t lose you again.”

From that moment, he made it his mission to take you back.

He used his power, his influence, his fleet to ensure you and the baby were safe, protected, provided for. But it wasn’t just protection—it was control. Every move you made, every decision, he was there. 

Watching. 

Waiting.

Unfortunately for you, he couldn’t differentiate from protecting you and taking away your freedom.

“I can give you everything,” he murmured one night, standing in the doorway of your quarters. “A life without struggle. Without fear. All you have to do is let me in.”

You swallowed hard. “Caleb, this isn’t right.”

His jaw tightened. “In my universe, I failed. I let you die. Do you know what that did to me?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “I spent every second of my life without you in agony. Don’t you understand, pips? I can’t lose you again. ”

You looked down at your daughter, sleeping peacefully in your arms. “But I’m not her. And she’s not…”

“She is my daughter. Our little princess, remember?” Caleb’s voice was firm, unwavering. “And you are my wife.”

Tears burned your eyes. “My Caleb is dead.”

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down your face. “We promised to love each other in every universe. The Caleb you knew is still me, and so will the others in every universe. One thing that will never change is the love we have for you.”

You didn’t know how long you could resist him.

He was everywhere. Every time your daughter reached for him, calling him “Dada,” something inside you cracked. Every time he looked at you with that desperate longing.

You felt your resolve wavering.

welp, i tried.

if someone wants to remake this, feel free to do so, just tag me

[caxasy]

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

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

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

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

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

but to take into account women too?

he could pull his hair out in frustration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“is that the-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

(one he forced you in, but you digress)

“caleb? hello?”

“sh, it’s time for our nap,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he softens almost instantly, “hi,”

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

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

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

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

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

[kekewrites]

sir or ma’am that yandere!idol post fed me… absolutely immaculate. breathtaking. stunning. beautiful. it was so good 😩 is there a part 2 planned? 👀

Thank you, dear friend~ Ask, and you shall receive~ 🌹✨ Though it’s more of a drabble, a little glimpse into the aftermath’s tale… the story continues, softly and sweetly unfolding~ 💘📖

Part 1

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Yandere!Idol who finally managed to bring you back. Even though you aren't his manager anymore, he still makes sure you're right beside him. Every concert, shoot, you need to be in his presence or else he'll crash out. His team knows better than to question why you're always backstage, even though it's no longer your job. You're his grounding force, his muse, his obsession. He’s perfected the art of smiling at cameras while clutching your hand backstage like his life depends on it.

Yandere!Idol who books hotels with only one room and sends all your clothes ahead of time, tailored to your size. "You’re more comfortable here, right?" he asks, even as you sit stiffly on the plush hotel bed. You know better than to say no. His voice is sugar, but his grip when you tried to leave last time still burns in your memory.

Yandere!Idol who has a secret room in his penthouse filled with memories of you—your old ID badge, your coffee cups, even the contract you signed when you first took him in. He visits it late at night, fingers tracing the edges of your handwriting like it’s sacred. It’s his sanctuary, his church. He whispers to the walls like you’re still there, telling you how much he loves you, how much it hurt when you left. If anyone else saw it, they’d be horrified but to him, it’s proof of how deep his devotion runs.

Yandere!Idol who answers interview questions with vague references to “someone special,” eyes flicking toward where you're hidden just out of frame. The interviewer jokes, the fans swoon, but only you know the threat behind that smile. He’s reminding you—you belong to him. He’s not afraid to tell the world, even if they don’t know it’s you.

Yandere!Idol who has a private room in every venue now. Not for him, for you. It’s always stocked with your favorite snacks, a cozy blanket, and a screen so you can watch him perform live. He says it’s so you’re comfortable, but the lock on the outside of the door tells a different story.

Yandere!Idol who writes songs about you. Not sweet love songs, possessive ones, masked by poetic metaphors. His fans call it “artsy” and “deep.” But you know every lyric is a cage, a warning, a vow. He plays them louder when you get quiet, like he’s reminding you how far he’d go to keep you.

Yandere!Idol who threatens to self-sabotage his career if you ever try to leave again. He says it casually, like it’s just another line in a song. “If you walk out, I’ll walk into traffic.” The worst part is—he means it. You’ve seen the look in his eyes when he says these things. And so you stay. Not because you want to… but because you’re afraid of what he might do if you don’t.

Yandere!Idol who changes the lyrics of his live performances to include little lines only you would recognize. At first, it was sweet—references to your favorite flower, a nickname only he used. But now, it’s warnings. Veiled threats. “Run again, and I’ll chase you down.” He sings them with a smile so dazzling that no one notices the cruelty laced between the melodies.

Yandere!Idol who drugged himself on purpose just to have an excuse to collapse on stage, forcing the staff to call you in. He knew you’d come. You always do when it’s urgent. When you arrive, he’s pale, sweating, but smiling—high off the chaos he created. “See?” he breathes as you kneel beside him, trembling. “You do still care.” You realize too late it wasn’t an accident. He planned this. For days. Just to feel your hands on him again.

Yandere!Idol who faked a scandal to get transferred back under your management. He sabotaged himself—deliberately leaked a photo, twisted the narrative, made sure the blame landed just enough to cause panic but not ruin. Now the company doesn’t trust him with anyone else. Only you could “keep him stable.” He smiles in the boardroom as they assign you back. You don’t smile back. You know you’ve just been caged again.

Yandere!Idol who built a soundproof room in his home, just in case you “start acting stubborn again.” He shows it to you during a tour of his luxury house. Smiles like it’s an inside joke. "For emergencies," he says. There's no windows. Only a bed. Chains hidden under it. He doesn’t touch you, not yet—but his implication is clear. He’s already thought about locking you away. And he would—if you ever tried to leave again.

Yandere!Idol who hired private investigators to track you daily, and sends you photos whenever you ignore his texts. He doesn’t even try to hide it. You miss one call, and suddenly your phone lights up with pictures—your walk home, your grocery trip, a shot of you looking out your window just last night. He messages after, “Pretty when you’re alone. But prettier when you're with me. Come back. Now.” And just like that, the fear claws at your throat again.

Yandere!Idol who gifts you a necklace with a tiny lock, whispering, “Now, you’re mine forever.” It’s pretty—delicate, almost beautiful. But it’s a cage, wrapped in silver. When you try to take it off, it won’t budge. He laughs softly, tracing your jaw with a finger. “You wanted to leave once. Now, you’re locked in. And I have the key.” The cold bite of metal against your skin feels like the last thread of hope snapping.

[theres-a-body-here]

Love Letter Aftermath

First part

The realization of receiving a love admission sinks in for the killers

Characters: Oni, Trapper, Deathslinger, Mastermind, Cannibal, Ghostface Warnings: Some spice Male!reader

The Oni - Kazan Yamaoka

He's angry

Angry at you for giving him that damn letter

And angry at himself for keeping it

He keeps it on his shrine

Even while he tries to distract himself with training between trials, your letter is all that's on his mind

At least once a day, for a couple of minutes, he stares at the letter while working up the courage to crumple it and dispose of it

He never can

When Rin found the letter, his heat sunk

She thought it was cute, but rolled her eyes at how Kazan was acting

The days following the letter, you've noticed in trials with Oni, he never downs you with his Kanabo anymore, only his Katana

Even during chases, when he's activated his blood fury right behind you, he stampedes off somewhere to down anyone else

And when he carries you to hooks, you've noticed how gently he holds you

But he never stays after hooking you and seems to avoid your gaze

Strangely, Rin has been giving you some leeway during trials as well

The Trapper - Evan MacMillan

When he got back to his realm after the trial, he immediately went to work on making a box for the letter

Yeah, a whole keepsake box for a single letter

He places it next to the box where he keeps his old drawings

Whenever he sees you in trials, he still gets those butterflies

If you step in one of his traps, he's immediately rushing to where he heard you scream

If he sees any other survivors trying to free you, he swats at them

Evan gently pulls at the jaw of the trap and pulls it apart, letting you retract your injured foot

He's trying his hardest not to ogle your legs

"Sorry," he mutters gruffly, his hands holding your leg softly while he inspects the damage

He picked up some gauze that one of the others dropped and begins to bandage your wound

He can feel your gaze burning holes into his mask as he works

He's the one to break the silence

"I've killed you... and your friends, over and over."

There's a long pause on your end before you respond

"I know"

You two leave it at that

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

Caleb keeps the letter under the bar counter in his realm

Whenever he returns from an exhausting or lost trial, he looks at it

A small part of him still thinks you're messing with him

He's way too nervous and skittish around you now to do anything, so you're gonna have to initiate everything

In trials, you do your best to spend time with him

Especially when you insist that he treats you no different

When he carries you to hook, you take the moment to touch him

You turn your head to plant a kiss on the back of his neck

Caleb visibly shivers and lets out a groan

"Yer tryin' ta kill me, ain'tcha?"

"Is it working?"

Despite you asking otherwise, he tends to leave you alone when he can in trials, opting to hide the others

If you confront him about it, he'll deny it

The Mastermind - Albert Wesker

He keeps your letter in the inner pocket of his jacket

You definitely have his full attention now

Don't expect any special treatment, because he's not gonna give it

In fact, he seems to actively seek you out first if he knows you're in his trial

Wesker gets angry when you can't loop him for more than a couple of minutes

"Are you even trying? Pathetic"

While carrying you to a hook, he's lecturing you all the way

"You didn't run it tight enough. You were too greedy with the pallet. You didn't check your blind spots."

He'll get even more irritated if you start to tear up

Can't you see he's trying to help you?

Wesker refuses to have someone so vulnerable as an admirer

So you better get to it

If you do manage to improve and become better in trials, his attitude changes

It goes from scoldings to rewards

He takes off his gloves to hold your chin and pull you close

You feel his lips ghost over your cheek and shiver when he tightens his grip on you

He stares at your face, drinking up your reactions

And then he lets you go, watching as your face twists from dazed to confused

"What? Were you expecting a kiss?"

You're gonna have to do a lot more if you wanna get a smooch from him

The Cannibal - Bubba Sawyer

He tapped your letter to the side of his chainsaw

He gets all giddy when he glances at it during his sweeps, especially if he manages to down a survivor

It's his good luck charm

If he spots you in a trial, he'll literally drop everything to rush over and give you hug

Bubba would honestly hug you all trial if you let him

He's definitely become a bit more protective over you, maybe even prone to jealousy

He doesn't even let anyone work on gens with you, revving his chainsaw if anyone gets too close

Once everyone gets the message and leaves you two be, he'll sit behind you as you work and hug you

Expect lots of nuzzles

Bubba whines when the gen is completed and you have to stand up to find a new one

He follows you like a puppy until you find the next one and the process begins anew

The Ghostface - Danny Johnson

Danny doesn't really have anywhere he can store the letter safely

So he does the logical thing and memorizes it's contents, word for word

He doesn't care what happens to the paper

Sometimes during trials, he'll tease you by reciting it during chases

Even adding things you're certain you never added

"And I promise to always let you smash whenever and wherever you want," he says, mimicking your voice as you dangle from the hook

"I NEVER WROTE THAT!!"

Being her favorite, The Entity doesn't care if Danny spares you every trial

But he won't

Because he's a meanie

"No hard feelings, right boo?" He coos as he plunges his blade into your back

If you're sore about it, he's more than happy to make it up to you

He'll run his cold leather-gloved hands under your shirt, pressing you against a wall as you try to stay angry

"Come on, don't be like that," he mutters into your ear, squishing your sides

If you fold now, he'll tease you for being whipped

But if you stay strong, he'll pull out the big guns

He buries his masked face into your neck, slowly grinding his hips against yours

"You feel that, baby? You feel how sorry I am?" He growls, pressing his hard-on against you

[evvyyypeters-fics]

I’m so tired of people mischaracterizing a male character to be some daddy dom ultra violent sexual person just because that’s their fantasy but then play it off and write/ post about it like it’s something they would actually do. I’m totally fine with headcannons and whatever, I’m specifically talking when that either isn’t clarified or there’s no mention of headcannoning and then people in the replies or something like that going: “omg he would totally do this😍” NO HE WOULDN’T JIMINSLEFTTESTICLE99.

They take the most loverboy soft dom character in all of history and caption it “xxxxx from xxx gags you and ties you up so he can posses you because he’s so obsessed and he man handles you and rough blah blah with his huge massive inhumanely large manhood blah blah”

Meanwhile he has big doe eyes with the most gentle touch and voice.

And yes I am talking about Caleb and Sylus from Love and Deepspace and honestly every other ML lowkey, but it’s not just them either.

[m1nsur0]

I'd fly to you tomorrow, I'm not fighting in this war.

I wanna drop my arms and take your arms, and walk you to the shore.

[caticius]

Pegged

Caleb x gn!reader

Synopsis: he wants your forgiveness.. and maybe theres one way he can earn it back?

Warnings: pegging, overstim????, male masturbation, reader dom

I’ll figure out more warnings later idk

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“Please, please Pipsqueak… I’ll do anything..”

Caleb sobbed, grasping your shoulders as he begged for your forgiveness.

He’d realised the extent of what he’d done. And you certainly weren’t thrilled about it.

Reaching your hand to run your palm over your face, you sighed. It pained you to see Caleb, the boy you once spent every day with, begging for your forgiveness like this. It was.. a little pathetic actually.

Pathetic…hmm.. maybe there was a way to fix this?

“Anything, you say?” You hummed, voice holding a tinge of disinterest.

He nodded eagerly, a glimmer of hope in his tearful eyes.

“P-please,” he breathed out.

A drawn out sigh fell from your lips.

“Get on the bed.” You spoke.

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He was sweating and nervous, a bead of curious pre-cum coming from his twitching cockhead.

You stared down at him, sweat rolling down his forehead as you applied lube to the monstrous toy tied to your crotch. The straps were complicated but damn would this be worth it.

The sight of him, anxiously awaiting what was about to penetrate his previously untouched hole while his hands remained tied behind his back.. well it nearly made you forgive him entirely on the spot.

Leaning forward, fully prepped now, you reached a hand to gently caress his face before yanking on a small section of his dusty brown hair.

“Turn over.” You commanded.

He obeyed.

The rush that coursed through you, seeing him so willingly at your mercy, was electric. God.. to think youd gotten such an authoritative man in such a submissive position.

You pressed a hand down on his back, lining the colourful silicon tool up with his tight muscle.

“You ready?” Your voice rang out.

Before he could even muffle out a response, face pressed into the cushions, you pushed forward. He let out a delicious whine at the searing feeling of his ring stretching around the strap on.

“You like that?” You cooed.

Giving him barely any time to breathe, you inched forward. His stifled moans and twitching legs only egged you on.

About halfway in, his head turned to the side.

“P-please…” he whimpered.

“Please what?” You huffed, amused but maintaining your more dominant position.

“It…I…’s too much…” his eyes squeezed shut, skin slick with sweat.

“Oh, really?” Speaking softly, you stroked gentle circles into his back.

Before lurching forward, bottoming out in his virgin hole.

“Should’ve thought about that before.” You spoke, tone turning colder.

The sound that reverberated from his chest was nothing short of heavenly. His toes curling in agony, moans a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“There you go..” you giggled, only giving him a second to breathe before starting to shallowly thrust into him. His canal was so tight, it clung to the foreign object and would’ve made thrusting incredibly difficult had it not been for the sheer amount of lube you applied to it previously.

His reactions could’ve fooled you into thinking he wasn’t enjoying any part of this, if not for the slight thrusts of his own neglected and twitching dick into the air. His hands curled into fists, fingernails pressing angry red crescents into his palm and intensifying the veins on his restrained, muscular arms.

The pace of your thrusts gradually increased, a pool of slick forming in your panties at his continuous whimpers.

“Ngh…I…I’m.. I’m gonna cum..” his strained voice holding hints of reluctance as his breathing grew heavier and heavier.

“Really…?” You giggled, hand reaching under him and grasping his angry cock all while you slammed into his hips.

Thumb rubbing teasing circles over the slit of his head, he whimpered softly.

Your hand moved in tandem with your hips, stroking his shaft.

As you thrusted straight into his G-spot, the spot that made him instantly see stars, his heavy length twitched and throbbed violently in your hand. A guttural moan erupted from his chest as ropes of hot, pearly cum spurted from him onto the bedsheets below.

Your thrusts gradually slowed and you could tell he was truly spent.

“Well done, Caleb.” You gave a sickly sweet smile. He could barely move his glossy eyes to meet your own. He gave a weak smile.

It looked as if he was about to say something, face flushed and red.

You cut that off with another thrust.

“Save it for when we’re done.” You smirked.

Yeah.. he’s definitely gonna get your forgiveness back after this.

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A/N: I’ve never really written anything like this before.. so forgive the quick and shitty nature of my writing, lmao. If you’ve got any advice feel free to let me know :)

[shirakow]

❝ 𝓟.ERVERT PERVERT . "

caleb x gn!reader / love and deepspace

warning(s) include: nsfw content, somnophilia, putting sleeping pills in ur drink, and just overall pervert tendencies.

note: short fic, planning to write a longer one with this trope some time in the future but i just thought dumped on this bc its caleb and i love him and this is not proofread, so sorry for mistakes

Pervert!Caleb steals your underwear and uses it to jerk off; wrapping the fabric around his cock while he fists his hand to thoughts of you. If he’s lucky, then he steals 2 pieces of your underwear, one for his cock and one for his nose to sniff.

Pervert!Caleb who loves to put hidden cameras in your room and watch you do all sorts of things. Watching you touch yourself was his favorite past time. He’d be touching himself with you too! From behind his screen, of course. He’d match the pace of his hand to the pace of yours, wanting to feel like he’s the one making you feel good. Don’t worry—he will be soon.

Pervert!Caleb who sometimes comes into your room whenever you go out and pleasures himself on your bed, spraying his cum all over the bedsheets so you have a peace of him everywhere and anywhere. Humping the sheets like a dog in heat.

Pervert!Caleb who gets too touchy feely with you and he always insists they’re just accidents! Because who would touch your ass on purpose? Who would brush their hand against your crotch? Definitely not him! Even if he did, they’re all accidents, he swears.

Pervert!Caleb who uses his position as Colonel of the Fleet as a way to touch you with his own hands. Don’t worry, it’s just a body inspection, he promises—just to ensure everybodys safety! His hands would explore your body through your clothes, trying to feel for any ‘weapons’ that might be present. You didn’t, of course, but he definitely did and it was pressing against your ass right now. He’d use this as a chance to sniff your hair and maybe even grind onto you if he can get away with it.

Pervert!Caleb who thinks about using his bionic arm on you, using the shock feature to stimulate your pussy while he fingers you.

Pervert!Caleb who sometimes comes into your room when you’re fast asleep and often lifts your shirt or lowers your shorts just to see your skin. If he’s feeling more adventurous, he’d put sleeping pills in your drink and once they take effect, he’d cum all over your thighs and clean them up right after so you dont see the evidence.

Pervert!Caleb who gets so turned on when you call him out on his perverted tendencies. He tries so hard not to get a boner when you’re scolding him about it—the way you look so angry oh dear! He just wanted to stuff your mouth full of cock right then and there. He’d always sweet talk you out of it and say it’s nothing and that that’s how he normally acts around other people. And most of the time, you believe him, the other? Not so much. But he didn’t care.

Pervert!Caleb who just can’t wait for you to be his. <3

[sunflw3rbouquet]

the sweet kiss, the hazy dream, and the forgotten secret

caleb x male reader

note: you're mc, childhood friends, hs!au, caleb is older, vry rushed AND unedited im sorry guys..., no pipsqueak bc that's my least fav nickname in lads (! my b chat), taller caleb tw: kissing, very hazy (but they're not under the influence)

…sun✰ got inspired off of a reel abt the new years card 'intertwined gold', enjoy!

the rain trickled down the walls of their house, the streets pooling with water. shoes kicked the puddles as they passed down, caleb’s laughter filling the small courtyard of the house. y/n’s hand was laced with his, eyes locked straight on him as he watched caleb readjust the umbrella.

“seriously, you must have broken this thing. it’s holding more water than it’s repelling.” caleb complained, a section of the umbrella that was turned in spilling water out onto the ground, y/n almost in the splatter. he let out a soft scream, caleb’s eyes shut in a fit of laughter before y/n pushed him, the taller boy stumbling towards the covered porch and in return dragging y/n along with him. “i’m sorry! it wasn’t intentional, but that was amazing timing.”

y/n didn’t respond, a frown on his face as he adjusted the straps of his backpack after he pulled out his keys from the front pocket. he continued to leave caleb with no response, unlocking the door quickly and running inside. y/n’s hands reached out to the knob on the interior, trying to shut it closed before caleb could get inside. a sharp yelp left caleb’s mouth as he let the umbrella drop to the floor with a thud. 

“i’m sorry, y/n! please let me inside, the rain is getting stronger!” 

“you should’ve thought about that before getting water all over my pants!”

the two fought, both pushing up against the door on opposite sides to change the doors path. with one final step, caleb finally broke y/n’s hold on the door and pushed himself inside, his body collapsing onto the entryway of the house. y/n let out a laugh, pushing caleb’s long legs with his foot so he could close the door. caleb let out a groan, y/n squatting down to play with his hair. “sorry, that was a bit mean. you okay?” y/n asked, caleb nodding. 

“you should look at the umbrella.” he countered, the navy blue umbrella sitting in the corner of the room, metal spokes bent in different directions. y/n looked back at caleb, the two of them holding a serious expression on their faces, before they broke out into a loud laughter. y/n gracefully helped caleb stand up, giving him enough time to shake off his tennis shoes before dragging the both of them up to y/n’s room.

their backpacks joined each other on the floor beside the door of y/n’s room, mimicking the two friends as they sat right on top of each other. y/n’s upper body was spread on top of caleb’s legs, a bored gaze in his eyes as he readjusted himself to find a more comfortable spot on the muscle. caleb stared down at the boy, a soft, almost unnoticeable smile resting on his lips as he moved his hand to rest on his waist. his fingers curled gently, y/n not recognizing the sensation until caleb began restlessly moving his hand up and down. 

“caleb,” y/n began, his eyes closing at the gentle touch, bright smile resting on his lips. the words he wanted to say didn’t end up escaping his mouth, his body instead curling closer to caleb’s chest. the room turned quiet, the sound of the rain pelting on the windows acting as music serenading their afternoon. y/n’s breathing turned slow and uniform, his body curled into a ball around caleb’s. 

deciding to not waste time, caleb leaned over to his backpack to pull out his calculus homework, a neutral expression on his face as he adjusted y/n’s position, making it so he could put his workbook on the boy’s hips comfortably. he barely stirred, allowing caleb to work in silence.

the seconds turned to minutes, which turned to an hour passing as caleb worked, y/n’s eyes fluttered open, a soft groan escaping his lips. “what time is it?” he muttered, caleb’s free hand shifting to rub y/n’s hair gently as he woke up. 

“it’s 5:07.” caleb curtly replied, his pencil pressed against his chin as he thought about the problem on the page. y/n’s eyes shut for a moment before reopening, gaze fixed on caleb.

”are you doing your homework on me again?” he asked lazily, caleb nodding with a smile. y/n slowly sat up, attempting to grab the workbook from caleb’s grasp. caleb retaliated, taking the book in his hand and reaching up towards the ceiling, y/n only able to lazily grab for it. “bring it down! you’re not doing your homework!” y/n yelled, caleb taunting him by moving the book around.

”no, i think i want to keep working-“ he spoke, not expecting y/n to grasp his shirt to try and reach for it, caleb’s weight shifting enough that he was now hovering over y/n. “woah.” he whispered, y/n’s eyes still heavy with sleep, lashes covering a portion of his iris. caleb’s gaze was locked on the boy’s face, y/n’s lips parted to show his teeth.

the room turned quiet once again, except this time was filled with a tension that underlined the musical raindrops, something that heightened with each breath they both took. was it the humidity? or was it the bond between them, something that bordered platonic and romantic.

had y/n always been this pretty? had caleb always been this pretty?

their heads inched closer and closer together, the inch of space turning to a centimeter before turning into nothing as their lips connected. the connection was akin to a lightning strike, caleb’s lips containing a gravitational pull that almost burned with how strongly it tied them together.

caleb was careful, his hands planted on y/n’s waist with a surprising amount of delicacy, almost like he was afraid to harm y/n. y/n’s hands moved to hold their place in caleb’s hair, fingers already knowing all the spots to go to make him relax under his touch. for a first kiss, it was anything but brief, the feeling too good to let go.

even a supernova wouldn’t contain enough energy to explain the rush caleb gave y/n in this moment, his slow, consistently moving lips a constant source of caffeine breaking apart his veins. all that energy was fast moving but comfortable, like a soft flower enveloping them as their lips lazily moved back in forth in a coordinated dance. their moves could’ve been rehearsed before, with how perfectly they slotted together, but there couldn’t have been any practices.

the day continued as a blur after the kiss, the rain drowning y/n’s thoughts out like the puddles that grew larger outside of their home. did they even kiss? or was it a memory from his dream that he thought was reality as he woke from his daze? caleb never asked him about it, so he assumed it was a reality-like dreamland, and he had made a fool of himself once again. even if it wasn’t real, it was still their secret, kept under tight and locked lips if every reminded about it.

maybe it was real. or maybe it wasn’t. rain and flower petals made things misleading, and those two things could be from anything, not a kiss from his best friend.

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