#caleb x fem reader

[asiatic-apple]

The colonel's uniform

Caleb x female reader

Words: 5.1k (pls forgive me)

Content: reader has a thing for uniforms, a few dog metaphors to describe caleb, CMNF, slightly jealous caleb, mean-ish dom caleb, but also switchy/sub caleb, his hat used as a blindfold, evol used as restraints, some unserious roleplay, one instance of “attagirl”, gloves on while he teases you, pussy spanking!!, safe word check-ins, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms

a/n: thank y'all for voting in my wip poll! this was inspired by his cafe dialogue when you say you prefer his hat from the fleet; the line is used verbatim (you’ll know it when you see it) Read on AO3

A few months ago, when Caleb had just come back into your life, you blamed your inexplicable feelings toward his new uniform on the fact that you wanted to see beneath all the layers. You were desperate to peel back the restricting outfit—only metaphorically, you convinced yourself—and see what secrets and hidden pain laid under it all.

But even after that feeling passed and you worked through your complicated emotions surrounding what Caleb had become, you were still left feeling…tense whenever you saw him in that damn uniform.

It takes you a few more weeks of inadvertently acting all flustered and shy around the colonel before you realize what your problem is. You notice it every time he tips his peaked cap down over his stormy eyes. Every time he adjusts the aiguillettes draped in front of his chest or runs a gloved hand down the length of his body to smooth out any wrinkles in the fabric.

Caleb in full Fleet regalia is your Kryptonite.

Even though you two have long since confessed feelings for each other, you keep this little secret to yourself. You master the art of subtlety. With stolen glances, you quietly admire the winged accents along the broad back of his coat and the way his gloves fit snugly on his long, slender fingers.

It’s easy to believe you might get away with your depraved thoughts and your silent, simmering obsession. Maybe Caleb will never find out how much you dream of grinding yourself on him without taking a shred of his clothing off.

That plan goes straight out the airlock when you let your guard down one evening.

You’re just visiting him in Skyhaven for the week. It’s about time for him to return home from work, and you anticipate the usual: Caleb half-changed already—his coat, gloves, and harness folded over his arm when he enters.

Instead, the sound of the door clicking open reveals the length of his coat, all his gear still carefully arranged on his tall body. You’re officially screwed.

After a long day at work, he somehow looks even more devastatingly handsome. The strained smile on your face twitches when he flops down onto the couch beside you, apparently too lazy to change out of his clothes just yet.

Work seems to have left him in the mood to rant. And really, you don’t mind listening to him vent. Even if he only mentions endless paperwork and frustratingly stupid mistakes from subordinates who should have known better. In fact, you cherish this moment.

There aren’t many opportunities for Caleb to share details about his work with you—always claiming confidentiality when you know he’s mostly doing it out of some twisted sense of protectiveness. So you’re grateful he’s confiding in you a bit right now, finally revealing what’s on his mind instead of keeping it close to his chest.

And you swear, you’re listening to him. You’re trying to.

But how can he expect you to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth when he’s sitting so casually beside you in his slightly rumpled uniform?

It looks like the day wore him down. His tie hangs a bit loose around his neck, and the crisp lines that usually define his coat and pants have now softened into feathered creases. His colonel’s cap is thrown haphazardly on the coffee table in front of you, and you have half a mind to beg him to put it back on.

Your eyes travel the expanse of his chest, following the strap of his leather tactical harness before getting lost in the shiny insignia on his left breast. What would it look like if he proudly bore your mark instead of the Fleet’s?

“Helloooo,” Caleb says as he leans closer to you with an amused smile. “Ground control to Major Pip-squeak. Have you even been listening to me?”

Heat flares across your cheeks, embarrassment blooming as you blink like you’ve just snapped out of a trance. Hopefully he didn’t catch the exact direction your eyes had wandered—or magically guess the thoughts that went with them.

“Huh? Oh, yeah…yeah, I was listening,” you quickly reply, trying to hide the lie in your voice. “You were saying something about paperwork, right?”

“Pips, that was ten minutes ago.”

He sounds unimpressed, but you know he's not really upset you zoned out. There's only concern and curiosity on his face. The latter half is what you need to shut down quickly. It’s time to switch tactics.

“Oh, right. Silly me.” Your chuckle sounds less carefree and more nervous than you want it to. “Hey, shouldn't you change into something more comfortable? I’m sure that uniform is stifling, yeah?”

Shit, that sounded too suspicious.

You're about to backtrack, but Caleb catches on quickly.

“Y'know, you've been actin' real strange lately,” he says slowly.

He's not necessarily accusing you of anything, but his brows are furrowed in that way they always are when he thinks you're keeping things from him.

A thousand curses flood your panicked brain. Changing the topic made things worse, so now it’s time to act stupid.

“Hm? Strange?” Your voice cracks, but you soldier through it and hope he doesn’t notice. “Nope, nothing strange here.”

Throwing in a small shrug for good measure, you hope the casual act will somehow cover the way your entire body has gone rigid.

It’s not really surprising he sees right through it all.

His playfully narrowed eyes inspect you carefully as he leans in even closer. “No, you’ve definitely been acting weird,” Caleb argues. “And it's only when I'm wearing this uniform.”

He's hit the nail on the head, and you make it way too easy for him to see it. His knowing response is a simple chuckle, but it doesn't have its usual lighthearted lilt.

There’s a familiar, faraway look in his eyes now. You’ve noticed it more and more often, ever since you reunited with him. But you still haven’t figured out what it means.

When his gaze finally returns to you, his voice is eerily calm, but there’s a shine of unshed tears in his eyes. “Do I scare you when I'm dressed like this?”

The question catches you off guard, knocking the breath from your lungs. You two have had this conversation before. Caleb can be terrifying when he’s hyper-focused on certain things—like protecting you, whatever it takes. But fear is not at all what you’re feeling right now.

Scooting closer to him, you cup his face, desperate to erase that strange, sad look in his eyes. “No, that’s not it,” you say sternly. “You could never scare me, baby.” The first half of your statement is true, at least.

Even if he catches the slight hitch in your voice that gives you away, he seems to take you at your word. He breathes a sigh of relief and nuzzles into your hand, the tension dissipating from his body with your gentle touch.

For a second, you almost forget your previous embarrassment at where this conversation was headed. But Caleb’s mind is a steel trap when it comes to anything involving you—especially if he suspects you’re hiding things from him.

He lightly tugs your hips, carefully maneuvering you to straddle his lap. “Then what’s been bothering you?” he asks, his voice a soft whine. He’s pulling out all the stops to get you to confess, giving you those big puppy dog eyes of his and even pouting cutely. “C’mon, you know you can tell me anything.”

You want to deflect. Want to keep telling him nothing’s wrong, but the words never make it past your parted lips. Because now you’re on the colonel’s lap, and the heat of his body is searing through all those layers of fabric you’ve spent far too much time ogling.

Thought abandons you. All that exists is the coarse weave of his coat beneath your hands, the faint creak of leather as his harness shifts with each breath. There’s a sharp trace of gunpowder clinging to him, cut through by the familiar, grounding scent of the cologne you love.

And then you catch the way he looks up at you. So willing and ready to fix whatever is troubling you. It’s like all you have to do is snap your fingers, and he’ll heel like a good boy.

He’s the colonel of the goddamn Farspace Fleet, but you’re the one pulling his leash. That thought has arousal heightening in your body, its greedy chokehold so tight you can practically taste your own need.

Your breath shudders at the same time your self restraint cracks.

It’s instinct causing your fingers to curl slightly into the lapels of his coat. Worst of all, your hips roll. Just the slightest movement, subconscious and slow. But god, you feel it—the tiniest bit of friction.

Caleb feels it too.

He stills. One brow lifts ever so slightly.

“Pip-squeak…” His voice is a low warning that makes you want to keep testing him.

His hands settle at your waist, thumbs pressing into your sides not in restraint, but in silent acknowledgement. He doesn’t push you away, doesn’t scold you. He just waits, assuming you’re only trying to distract him from his earlier question.

But it's exhausting denying yourself what you've wanted for so long. It’s easier to just show him what you need with trembling hands.

You slide your pointer finger beneath one fold of his lapel and glide it down to the center of his chest. When you switch your attention to the metal tip of one aiguillette, you can’t help but tug experimentally, entranced gaze locked on your colonel’s large frame jolting a bit from the motion.

Now it’s clearer what you want. No more hiding from Caleb’s eyes as they darken with lust and amusement.

“Well…would you look at that?” he whispers to himself, realization dawning on his gorgeous face.

You feel the shift in his body. The way he draws in a shaky breath. The way his posture straightens like he’s readying himself to stand at attention. He grins, wide and wicked and entirely too pleased with himself.

“And here I thought you were just shy.” His voice drops further, low and teasing—like you’re back in college and Caleb is the big meanie who caught you looking at something naughty and wouldn't let you live it down. “Turns out you’ve been tryin’ not to pounce on me every time I wear this, haven’t you?”

That smug look on his face pisses you off. But your pussy loves it. He leans in, nose brushing your cheek while he waits for a reply you stubbornly don’t want to give him. 

It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it out loud, because Caleb’s observational skills are always sharp around you. You don’t need to use that pretty mouth to form words when he knows deep in his bones that he’s right.

He rocks his hips ever so slightly beneath you—just enough to make your breath stutter and your eyes flutter closed. There’s only a second of delicious friction before he’s ripping it all away from you with a chuckle.

A surprised yelp escapes you as he effortlessly lifts you from his lap only to toss you right back down onto the couch—so you're seated where he was a few seconds ago—legs parted just enough by the fall.

Not a second passes before he slips down to the floor in front of you, settling on his knees and pressing lazy kisses to your neck, over the thin fabric atop your chest, down the curve of your stomach. His hands rest heavily on your thighs as he leans in closer, trailing even lower with each kiss, until he’s fully nestled between your legs.

His affection is relentless—a steady, simmering thing that never quite lets up. Even now, with his lips brushing the waistband of your shorts, he can’t resist toying with you. The way he pauses there is deliberate, maddening.

Caleb has never been one to rush moments like this.

He eases your shorts down with aggravating leisure. The fabric kisses its way down your thighs, making you shiver. He keeps his eyes locked on you the entire time, watching your breath hitch and your hips shift restlessly under his touch.

The moment the shorts reach your knees, he dips his head and presses a single, reverent kiss just above the band of your panties. Then his hands shift, curling beneath your thighs. He lifts your hips just enough to slide your shorts down and off. The fabric falls to the floor, forgotten, while his gaze never leaves you.

Tugging on the hem of your shirt, he murmurs, “Take this off too.”

Where Caleb is all slow patience and eager to drag this out, you’re the exact opposite.

You don’t even think. There’s no hesitation in your limbs. No self-consciousness. Just an urgency that makes you tear the shirt over your head and toss it into some far-off corner.

Your chest rises and falls in a rush of breath, completely bare to him. The sight of your exposed skin has his jaw tensing and pupils dilating.

He always does this—looks at you like it’s his first time seeing you. You normally find it incredibly endearing. But right now, you nearly whine in impatience.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, not even trying to hide the way his gaze drinks you in.

But he doesn’t pounce yet. Instead, the cool leather of his gloves tickles your legs, stroking in slow, reverent passes that leave goosebumps in their wake.

One hand trails upward, pausing at the edge of your underwear. Then it dips just low enough to brush against the growing wet patch at the center—and he groans when your legs instinctively spread wider for him.

You’re burning beneath his stare, almost every part of you laid bare and aching for him. And he’s still fully clothed. But for once, you don’t want him to take a stitch off.

He hums in smug amusement and brings one thumb to press over the soaked spot on your underwear, rubbing a slow circle before gliding upward until he nudges your clit through the fabric.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, his voice laced with that perfect mix of tease and tenderness. “Is this really all because of what I’m wearing?”

The soft brush of lips against your thigh feels like a brand. Like he’s staking his claim on you before looking up again with a cocky tilt of his head.

“Do you like the colonel’s uniform,” he murmurs, "or the guy wearing it?"

Is he seriously jealous right now? If you weren't so high-strung with need, you’d laugh. Only Caleb could be jealous of his own damn clothes.

After all this tension and the way he drags out your pleasure at a torturous pace, you might as well let the green-eyed monster fester inside him.

You pretend to think it over with a quiet hum, as if his question requires careful deliberation.

His fingers still, and one brow arches in mock disapproval. But you see the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—he’s amused, even as he clings to the role of the cold colonel.

“You're cruel, baby,” he growls, pressing his thumb to your clit with firmer pressure. “If it's that hard to decide, maybe I should give you some private time alone with my uniform.” His voice is lower now. That usual trace of playfulness is gone. “But first…I think you need to be properly disciplined for keeping secrets from your commanding officer.”

He snatches his hat from the coffee table behind him before obscuring your field of vision with it, angling the brim so it’s half on your face and down low enough that you're plunged in darkness.

“Wha– ugh, Caleb!”

You reach for the brim, intending to yank it off so you can glare at him. But he stops you easily. Gravity tugs at your wrists until they're pinned loosely at your sides.

There’s a soft tut of disapproval, and then comes the sudden sting of your panties being snapped back against your wet heat.

“Don't move, soldier,” he warns smugly, as if you even could. “You're under the colonel's command now.”

The pressure of his Evol fades, but he clearly expects you to stay obedient. And for now, you do. You know better than to test him—at least, not yet.

Still, in case you forget, he reminds you with icy authority, “Insubordination will not be tolerated. Understand?”

This is unfair in so many ways. All you want is to see him, to touch him. But the hat, the rules, the aching need between your legs—it’s all too much.

You can only reply with a frustrated huff, and the sound soon melts into a whimper as he finally hooks his fingers in your panties and begins tugging them down your legs.

Once they’re off, there’s a deafening beat of silence before Caleb finally breaks it. “If you need me to stop, you know what to say, yeah?” His voice is gentle now, a jarring shift from the commanding edge it had a moment before.

You’re grateful for the check-in, but right now all you want is for him to keep going. You nod eagerly, but that doesn’t seem to be good enough for the colonel.

“Say it out loud, pip-squeak.”

“Apple juice,” you reply breathlessly, repeating the safe word you and Caleb have used in the past.

“Attagirl.” His praise curls around your spine like a hot wire, setting every nerve on edge.

You can’t see his face beneath the hat still shading your vision, but you can feel his eyes on you. You’re willing to bet they’re dark, hungry, focused entirely on what’s between your legs.

He proves you right with the slow, deliberate stroke of leather gliding up your inner thighs and brushing against your quivering heat. He’s touching you again, finally. But it’s frustratingly soft, every sensation dulled by the smooth barrier of his glove. The feather-light contact makes you twitch, hips rolling instinctively, desperate for more.

The chuckle that rumbles from his chest tells you he’s clearly pleased with how responsive you are. “You’re so wet for me already,” he murmurs, lazily dragging his fingers down your slit to collect your slick and smear it against your clit. “Bet you’ve been like this since the moment I walked through the door in this uniform.”

It’s addicting when Caleb gets like this—so drunk off the sight and feel of you that he can’t stop yapping about everything he wants to do to you. It’s as if touching you sets something loose in him that was hiding beneath the surface before. You try to bite back your moans, straining to hear every delicious word he spills against your skin.

More of your arousal gets captured between his fingers. You can hear it clearly with each obscene squelch from your cunt.

Caleb groans in appreciation of a sight only he can see. “You're makin’ such a mess for me, baby,” he says, voice rough with desire. “Maybe if you hadn't lied to me, you could have seen the way you’re soaking these gloves you seem to like so much.”

You can't stop yourself from huffing out a retort from beneath his hat. “But I didn't lie–”

Smack!

Your whole body jolts at the sudden, delicious sting of his palm landing hard against your swollen pussy. The seams along his gloved fingertips brush against your clit on the way down, and the sharp tingle of pain mixed with pleasure nearly unravels you. His name tears from your throat in a yelp, and he just laughs like this is the most amusing thing he’s ever seen.

But even though you can practically hear the sick smile on his face, he’s still Caleb, still careful. “Was that okay?” he asks, voice soft and grounding despite the burning heat between the apex of your thighs. “Do you need to use your safe word, baby?”

You shake your head fast, too desperate to want this to stop. Your clit throbs, greedy for more of that delicious sting. And your thighs tremble where they press around his kneeling body.

He gives you a moment anyway, even if you’re trembling with need instead of nerves. And then, finally, he strikes again.

The second smack is sharper, leaving a slightly more intense sting in its wake. Heat blooms across your pussy with startling clarity—and that’s when you realize he’s taken off his glove.

The next hit comes just as quick. His palm against your soaked, sensitive flesh makes your toes curl. With each spank, blood rushes to your clit, making your cunt slicker, hotter, and hungrier than before. It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build during each frustrating pause when Caleb juxtaposes the pain with tight circles rubbed against your aching bundle of nerves.

The feeling soars higher and higher in the pit of your stomach…and then you anticipate the tension about to snap in a sudden rush.

It’s overwhelming and unstoppable all at once.

“Fuck, I’m going to–” is all you manage to cry out before his fingers are inside you. Two thick digits plunge deep into your pussy and curl hard against your g-spot like he knows you’re about to come undone before you can even warn him properly.

Your orgasm crashes over you so violently you convulse. Your thighs squeeze around his broad torso, the harsh fabric of his uniform lightly scraping your smooth skin like a possessive claim: you’re his to break apart, and his to hold together.

That familiar, magnetic pulse of his Evol clings to your body again. It keeps the hat firmly on your face and pins you down as your slick gushes around his rough fingers. There’s no escaping the intense pleasure he pulls from you.

You whimper through the aftershocks, mind spinning, body trembling. But even now—blissed out and soaking wet—your cunt still clenches helplessly around his fingers.

It was all too soon. Too fast. The sweet release you were craving just minutes ago now feels like a hollow ache, a need left open and begging to be filled.

“Calebbb,” you whine beneath the hat, too wrecked to deliver the scolding he deserves. “That…that was so mean!”

Condescension drips from his voice as he coos in reply, “Aww, poor little thing.” The mocking lilt of his words makes you throb on his fingers all over again.

Luckily for you, he’s nowhere near done yet. You've barely caught your breath and he's already moving his fingers again, sliding them in and out at a lazy pace while his other hand—still wrapped in cool leather—snakes up your trembling body to play with your pebbled nipples.

“Want me to kiss it better, sweetheart?” he asks before shifting closer and blowing a gentle stream of air right on your clit.

His mouth just hovers there for a few painstaking seconds, taking his sweet time in getting you all riled up again while you squeeze his fingers with your cunt.

When a fat glob of spit lands on your heated skin and drips down to meet his fingers, you struggle to keep your hands by your side like he demanded. The added lubrication only amplifies the sounds coming from your greedy pussy. It’s sucking his fingers deeper inside with loud squelches—and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t busy getting your brain turned to pleasure-filled mush.

But Caleb doesn’t waste the opportunity to keep being a big meanie.

“Ohhh, listen to that,” he purrs through a satisfied groan. “She’s practically singin’ for me.”

That infuriatingly smug tone seems impossible for him to keep at bay. His fingers curl inside you with pinpoint precision, nudging your g-spot in a rhythm so calculated, so perfect, it has you twitching for him.

“At least this pretty cunt never keeps secrets from me.” The words are muttered so close to a growl that you can barely tell if you actually heard them or imagined them, lost beneath the growing sounds from between your thighs.

You’re going to lose your mind like this. You’re seconds away from being locked up in a padded room if he keeps this up without putting that sinful mouth of his where you need it most.

Clawing helplessly at the couch, your voice breaks with desperation. “Please, Caleb! Stop teasing me.”

Some merciful god above must take pity on you because finally, Caleb decides you’ve been punished enough.

His Evol yanks the hat off your flushed face and throws it to the other end of the couch. You’re relieved to be able to see him again, but slightly annoyed he’s not putting it back on himself. Your disappointment only lasts a second though, because the sight you’re greeted with nearly makes you come on the spot.

As soon as your gaze meets his, he smirks. And then his mouth descends upon your clit like a man possessed. His mouth latches on with zero hesitation, tongue flicking with terrifying accuracy. One deliberate stripe, then a harsh suck that rips his name from your throat in a breathless cry.

And all the while, he watches you.

Bliss is written all over his face, and he moans against your sloppy center like this is all he ever needs in his life. Caleb doesn’t just eat pussy to make you feel good. He eats it like he never wants to part from your glistening folds. And when he enjoys a meal, he makes a mess out of it.

With each curl of his fingers inside you, you’re dripping more of your arousal across his chin and down his damn wrist. And he is smearing it all back on your twitching pussy with a depraved moan, eager to make you feel more, so much more pleasure than you can imagine.

He only parts from your clit for a second to demand that you keep your eyes locked on him, no matter how good he’s making you feel. After all, your attention should be trained solely on him while he licks and sucks on your swollen clit. He wants to look into your eyes and pinpoint the exact moment you come because of him—and only him.

You’re so close to giving him what he wants, your hips jerking as you start to grind against his mouth and hands at a more feverish pace. He gets the hint immediately, moving faster to match the rhythm you desire.

Any control the colonel had a few minutes ago is gone. It’s washed clean from your wetness and from the way he melts into the soft, needy heat of your cunt. Now, all he can do is look up at you in worship while he whines a whole damn symphony against your flushed skin.

You try to hold out for him—god, you try—but your body’s already a trembling mess, wound so tight it only takes one more flick of his tongue to unravel you completely. Your second orgasm of the night tears through you with a cry of his name as your hips roll against his mouth in a final, desperate grind.

Caleb doesn’t let up.

He keeps curling his fingers, keeps moaning against your drenched pussy like he’s savoring every drop of your pleasure. The intensity leaves you shaking—mind hazy, body spent, nerves frayed in the best way.

By the time you slump back against the couch, sweaty and panting, he’s already surging up to steal a kiss from your lips. It’s all desperation and greed, his tongue curling past your lips to share the taste of you and swallow your sweet whimpers.

When he parts for air, you find yourself suddenly boneless in his arms as he lifts you like you weigh nothing at all. His Evol helps him along and caresses your skin as it ensures you don’t squirm in his hold.

You expect him to tease you about how wrecked you are—maybe even throw you right back onto the couch and start again. But instead, he carries you deeper into his home, feet moving with purpose.

It’s clear where he’s taking you without even needing to ask. Of course it's the bedroom. Of course he wants more. So do you.

There’s a beat of tense silence as he crosses the threshold, the anticipation burning in your veins. He could take you against the nearest wall, could push you into the mattress and ruin you completely, but he doesn’t. Not yet.

Caleb once told you he likes to take his time when he shows his affection. And he’s always stayed true to his word. But you’re still getting used to the way he drags out every moment of pleasure between the two of you.

When he finally sits down on the edge of the bed, he keeps you in his lap, cradled but not restrained. The pull of his Evol has faded now, but you don’t make any move to leave his arms. You simply shift to straddle him, legs settling on either side of his hips.

Even after your intense orgasms, you still want more. And it doesn’t take a genius to know he’s going to fuck you now.

You wait—for his hands, for his voice, for anything. But he leans back to lie on the soft bed. You watch in confusion as he folds his arms behind his head. And does absolutely nothing.

One blink. Two. He’s still just lying there.

“Well?” he drawls, voice low and unbearably smug. “You said you like my uniform so much. I’m givin’ you your alone time with it.”

Your breath catches at the implication. That cocky bastard.

Alright. Two can play at this game. You just need to persuade him with the gentle rock of your hips. It seems to work for a second, causing his cock to twitch beneath you. But he still doesn’t budge.

“Caleb,” you whine, “stop playing around.”

He only smiles wider at your plea, eyes sliding half-closed like making you squirm is better than any other pleasure you can provide.

Desperate to convince him to do something, you ask, “What happened to you barking out orders and calling all the shots, hm?”

Still not even a flinch from him.

“We both know you’re always the one in charge, baby,” he says so simply it makes your jaw tick in annoyance. “So go ahead. Use me.”

It seems he’s settling in for the show, arms folded behind his head as if he has all the time in the world.

This isn’t just him being a tease anymore. It’s a full surrender wrapped in a smirk.

And then he promises, “I’ll follow any orders you give me, Colonel Pip-squeak.” He knows you can’t pass that up.

The uniform you’ve been obsessed with is all yours now, but the man beneath it has always belonged to you. Maybe it’s time to remind him of that.

I'd like to give a big shoutout and HUGE thank you to @walleeli for beta reading this and giving me fantastic feedback And I'd like to thank my bff @sirianisrock for dealing with my usual antics, indecisiveness, and listening to me rant about this fic for days LOL ~ Creds: mdni banner by @/cafekitsune glove/apple dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

[cherryredstarz]

Caleb is so big.

He’s balls deep in your poor cunt, going for so long you’re squirting with every thrust, soaking your bedsheets. You’re moaning incoherently as his cock bullies your cervix and stroked your gummy walls with unrelenting fervor.

He’d walked in your bedroom around 10:30 ish to check on you, and found you crying on your little pink dildo, because it just wasn’t enough. Caleb had grinned, showing his own was the same color before tossing it into your trash can and pulling off his sweats.

Now he’s pounding your sweet, soaked pussy—you’re just as tight and perfect as he’d imagined you’d be. Your cute face is all scrunched up as you whimper and cry because his dick is just so damn big, and he’s already made your poor overstimulated pussy cum twice.

He loves the view of your thighs over his shoulders, watching how some of his sperm squelches out of you with every deep thrust.

Your poor pink bunny bedsheets are soaked with cum and sweat, and your poor plushies must be horrified.

Caleb sees that hazy little look in your eyes, admiring the trail of tears traveling down your cheeks because your sweet body ‘couldn’t take it’. He was certain you liked it since you’d blatantly refused to say your safe word.

Your sweet cries increase as he begins a brutal pace, his balls slapping against your ass—the wet, lewd sounds filling your bedroom are just so perverted. You moan as Caleb twists one of your nipples in his mouth, leaving hickey after hickey on your soft skin. He moans pretty, too, about hour perfect you are. Swears pour from his mouth as his thrusts become sporadic and jerky, before he moans and bites your neck, his biceps curling around your hips and shoulders as he fucks his second load deeper into you.

His beautiful girl.

[kissandtellus]

Prepare for Takeoff

Synopsis: Caleb is still as in love with MC as he was pre-kids, back when they were younger and deep in love. He doesn’t plan on changing, ever.

Warnings: Fluff, breeding, pregnancy, light choking, overstim.

The tarmac runway of Farspace Fleet's military base thrummed with activity as military planes and fighter jets roared overhead, the sound echoing like thunder through the air.

Caleb stood at the edge of the landing strip, his boots planted firmly on the ground as fellow recruits and commanders saluted him in passing. The bright late afternoon sun beat down on his back and caused him to squint.

He was just about to head back to the locker room when he heard a familiar cry ring out across the air.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Recognizing the high-pitched voice, Caleb turned around just in time to see a small tornado of energy barreling towards him.

A beaming smile immediately broke across his face, the weariness he felt from the training disappearing almost instantly.

"There’s my little man!" Caleb chuckled as he crouched down and spread wide his arms, ready to welcome his little 3 year old boy into a tight, loving embrace.

The boy leaped into his father's arms, burying his face into Caleb's chest. His small arms and legs were wrapped tightly around his dad’s waist, like a koala clinging onto a tree branch, as if the very act of holding on would ground him to his father for all eternity.

Caleb straightened up, wrapping his arms around the child in return, holding him close and steady. He chuckled, running a hand through the boy's messy hair.

"What are you doing here, huh? Shouldn’t you be with mommy?"

As if on cue, MC came waddling as fast as she could while cradling her 5 month belly. “Atlas! I told you to wait for me.” She huffed, but her face softened when she saw the scene in front of her.

Caleb looked up and saw MC approaching, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hoisted his son up easily, resting the boy on his broad shoulders. The boy’s legs dangled on either side of Caleb's head playfully.

Caleb met MC’s gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of fondness and pride. “Atlas wanted to surprise his old man, didn’t he?” he said, affection evident in his voice.

MC shook her head, but a soft smile still lingered on her lips. She let out a small sigh, her hand instinctively moving to rub her heavily pregnant belly. "He's getting too big for his own good."

She looked at her son, perched on his father's shoulders like a little king, and reached out to gently tap the tip of his nose. "And you, young man, need to listen to mommy."

Atlas giggled in response, sticking out his tongue at his mother.

Atlas squealed and kicked his feet. “Daddy! Can I sit in your jet? I promise to be really good!”

Caleb chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, and looked up at his son perched high on his shoulders. "You want to sit in Daddy's jet, huh?"

Atlas nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, please! I'll be so good, I promise!"

Caleb pretended to consider the request, tilting his head thoughtfully to the side. "Hmm...I don't know. My jet's pretty complicated for a little boy like you. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"I'm big enough! I'm three and a half!" Atlas protested, puffing out his cheeks in protest.

Caleb laughed, the sound booming through the air. "Well, you've got me there. Three and a half is practically an adult."

MC just rolled her eyes at the banter, gently shaking her head. "You're encouraging him. You know he's going to want to fly the jet now, right?"

Caleb shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, I'm just instilling a love for aviation in the next generation. It's never too early to start."

He reached up and grabbed one of Atlas's little feet, giving it a playful tug. "But if you want to sit in my jet, you need to promise to listen to every word I say. Safety first, buddy. Understood?"

"Jet! Jet!"

Atlas chanted, kicking his legs back and forth in the air.

MC couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. Even at three, he looked so much like Caleb, from the same bright purple eyes and dimples to the same cheeky grin. And just as stubborn too, it seemed.

"All right, all right, settle down." Caleb chuckled again, trying to calm his over-excited son. He looked at his wife, an eyebrow raised in silent question.

She sighed dramatically, although there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Oh, go ahead. But if he turns the autopilot on and takes it for a joy-ride, I'm telling them it's all your fault."

"And here I was, thinking you actually trusted me." Caleb feigned hurt, his lips curving into a playful pout.

He adjusted Atlas on his shoulders before starting to walk towards the hangar where the jets were parked. "You coming, Pipsqueak?" He called back to MC over his shoulder.

MC rolled her eyes once again, but followed them nonetheless, her hands protectively cradling her belly.

When they reached the hangar, she hung back by the entrance, leaning against the side of the wall as she watched her husband and son approach one of the sleek fighter jets.

Atlas was absolutely enthralled by the sight of the jet. He stared at it with wide eyes, almost falling off Caleb's shoulders in excitement.

Caleb laughed, quickly steadying his son before he could take a tumble. "Careful, sprout. You can't pilot the jet if you're flat on your face."

He gently lifted the boy off his shoulders, setting him down on the ground in front of the jet. Atlas immediately reached out to touch the cool metal of the belly of the jet, his little hand tracing the insignia of Farspace Fleet's emblem.

"Daddy, how does it fly?" Atlas asked, looking up at Caleb with curious eyes.

Caleb crouched down to be eye level with his son. "Well, kiddo, it's all about science. You see, the engines at the back create a lot of force, which pushes the jet forward. And the wings at the side help it stay in the air. It's pretty neat, huh?"

Caleb’s eyes softened as he saw the sheer awe on his face. "You like it, huh?"

Atlas nodded vigorously, his hand still running along the length of the jet, as if trying to commit every detail to memory. Caleb ruffled his hair once again, a look of pride on his face. "That's a Black Star. Fastest fighter we have, and the one I fly."

"Wow!"

Caleb chuckled again at his son's reaction. "Not bad for a beginner, huh? But this baby right here..." He patted the jet affectionately. "...is just for grown-ups," he said with a mock stern tone.

Atlas looked up at him, pouting just like his mother. "Why?"

"Because you have to be a certain age and rank to fly it. And you're still too little for now." Caleb explained, ruffling the boy's hair again.

“Andddd little pilots who miss dinner time don’t get dessert. That’s why daddy hasn’t had ice cream in a very long time.” MC cheekily says, stroking Atlas’ dark hair out of his face.

"Hey! I did not miss dinner time!"

Caleb protested, feigning offense, though the twinkle in his eyes showed that he was enjoying the banter. He stood up, dusting off his knees.

Atlas giggled, clearly enjoying the banter between his parents.

MC rolled her eyes dramatically again, but her smirk showed she was just kidding. "Sure you didn't, Colonel. And I'm the Queen of Farspace."

But when they are alone that night, Caleb is sure to treat his wife like a queen.

Once the house is quiet and Atlas is safely tucked in bed, Caleb loses no time in carrying MC to their bedroom. He lays her gently on the bed, his uniform already halfway unbuttoned. Kneeling between her legs, he removes her panties slowly, revealing her swollen belly and glistening folds.

He runs his gloved hands up her thighs, parting them wider. Caleb leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her mons before trailing his lips down to her entrance. He inhales her scent deeply, his breath hot against her core. “You smell like heaven, love."

MC covers her face with the back of her hand. “C-Caleb that’s so….dirty.” She blushes.

Caleb smirks against her skin, his gloved fingers parting her folds to reveal her soaked, swollen clit. He flicks his tongue out, circling the sensitive nub slowly. “Dirty? Or just a husband worshipping his pregnant wife?"

MC gives a short nod, her throat bobbing as he hooks one of her legs over his shoulder to open her up wider.

He hums in approval at her submission, then dives in again, this time flat against her center. His tongue explores every inch of her folds, circling her clit slowly before slipping lower to rim her entrance. He's deliberate and gentle, knowing just how sensitive she is in her current state.

He spreads her wider with his hands, his thumbs hooking inside her thighs. He can see how swollen and needy she is, her juices coating her inner thighs. "God, Pipsqueak." He mutters before covering her core entirely with his mouth, sucking softly like he would a ripe fruit.

MC mewls, her hips bucking off the bed as she desperately covers her mouth so they won’t wake Atlas.

He notices her move to muffle her sounds and smirks against her center. He replaces his finger with his tongue, lapping at her clit with long, slow licks. His hands grip her hips, holding her in place as he eats her out with relish.

Her mewls grow louder despite muffling her mouth. He can feel she's close. Suddenly inspired, he adds a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot while continuing to lick her clit fervently. "Come for me, love," he muffles against her pussy.

He slowly pulls his finger out, watching her carefully. He knows she's sensitive now but he can't resist one more taste. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to her swollen clit before pulling back to admire his handiwork.

MC moans softly, reaching down to the front of his uniform pants to paw at his aching length. “I need you inside. Please?”

His eyes flash with desire. He quickly unbuckles his pants, freeing himself. He's hard as steel, already leaking pre-cum. Seeing MC like this - pregnant and needy - drives him wild. He positions himself between her thighs and slams home in one smooth stroke.

MC arches her back, taking him to the hilt. They both groan softly, careful not to wake Atlas. Caleb begins to move slowly, his hips rolling in gentle circles. He's careful not to be too rough, knowing she's sensitive and pregnant. Instead, he focuses on pressing deep.

He watches her carefully as he thrusts, his hands gently holding her hips. He's hitting that spot deep inside her that always makes her eyes roll back. He leans down to capture her mouth in a soft kiss, swallowing her whimpers as he starts to move a bit faster. "Fuck..."

MC wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her nails dig into his back as she meets his thrusts, her moans growing louder. He silences her with kisses, fucking her slower but deeper, hitting that sweet spot perfectly.

He pulls almost all the way out, then guides her legs up over his shoulders. The new angle allows him to slide even deeper inside her. The change in position makes her gasp. "Shh..." he whispers, covering her mouth with his hand to muffle any noises.

He starts to move faster, his hips snapping forward in quick thrusts. He's hitting that spot with every push, filling her completely. His hand over her mouth muffles her moans as she starts to shake, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “That's it, love. Take it.”

MC wriggles around, almost as if she’s trying to escape his thrust from overstimulation. She’s unfortunately grounded in place with her swollen stomach.

He holds her in place, his strong arms keeping her legs trapped over his shoulders. He starts fucking her mercilessly, his deep thrusts shaking the bed. He's deliberately hitting that overstimulated spot inside her, knowing it drives her wild. “Try running now, baby..." he challenges.

He leans down, his breath hot against her ear. “I'll catch you every time. You're mine to fuck tonight." He picks up the pace, his cock slamming into her harder and faster. Her moans are muffled by his hand but he can feel her body shaking beneath him.

His other hand reaches around to play with her clit, knowing it'll send her over the edge. She tries to push his hand away, but he just laughs softly and keeps going. “Nope. You're going to cum on my dick, pregnant or not."

Tears of pleasure and pain prick her eyes. “C-Caleb!” She cries out behind his hand covering her mouth. “C-Can’tttt!”

He smirks at her weak protests, knowing she's on the verge. His fingers move faster on her clit, pressing down hard. He thrusts deep and stays there, his thick cock stretching her open and applying delicious pressure. “You can and you will."

With a final, hard push of his fingers and a deep thrust of his hips, he sends her spiraling over the edge. She cries out behind his hand, her body convulsing with pleasure. He keeps thrusting slowly, riding out her orgasm and drawing it out as long as possible. “Good girl."

He leans down, his voice a low growl in her ear. “ Take Every. Single. Drop." *His hips move faster, his cock pounding into her with renewed vigor. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he drives deeper into her wet heat. His gloved hand wraps around her throat, applying just enough to make her eyes water.

His grip on her throat tightens slightly as he hits his peak. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself inside her and comes hard, filling her up just like he promised. He stays there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him before pulling out slightly and pushing back in again.

Caleb would keep her barefoot and pregnant with his babies until the end of time. They only needed him.

They would only ever need him.

[piroulinewafers]

𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ghostface! caleb x fem! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: everything caleb does, he does it for her, even if his little bunny is far too stupid to understand that quite yet. 𝐜𝐰: dddne, noncon, threats of death, stalking, prey/predator dynamics, murder, violence, omorashi.

the woods were quiet tonight.

the soft, damp kind of quiet, where even the wind seemed to hush itself in reverence. caleb stood still beneath the canopy, moonlight glinting off the smooth curve of his hunting knife. he twirled it between his fingers idly, the same way a man might spin a pen at work. 

calm. relaxed. almost bored.

there was blood on the leaves, spattered in constellations beneath the dying man’s boots. a body slumped against the trunk of a pine tree, breath rasping wetly through punctured lungs. his fingers twitched, reaching for something that wasn’t there— his phone, maybe, or hope. 

caleb crouched in front of him slowly, his mask glinting faintly in the dark and covering his face. 

“funny thing about you,” caleb murmured, voice low, eerily calm. “you really thought she smiled at you like that because she liked you.”

he tilted his head. the ghost face mask caught the moonlight just right— smooth, impassive. “you bought her coffee. a vanilla latte, right? you couldn’t even spell her name right.” 

caleb stood over the man's trembling form, his heart pounding in his chest as he gripped the knife tightly. the man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he lay on the cold, damp ground of the forest. caleb could see the terror etched on his face, could hear the desperation in his voice as he pleaded for his life. but caleb felt no sympathy, no remorse. this man was a threat, a danger to the one person he cared about more than anything in this world.

he leaned in, close enough to whisper into the man’s ears. “you’re not the kind of guy who get to have a girl like her.” there was clear disgust in his voice. “bet you would’a fucked her and never called again,” he hissed. “bet you wouldn’t even remember what flavour she ordered. you don’t deserve her.”

the man whimpered, his hands scrabbling at the dirt as he tried to crawl away from caleb. but caleb was too quick, too strong. with a swift motion, he had the man pinned, the knife pressed against his throat as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the man's ear.

“you're a pathetic excuse for a man," caleb spat, his words dripping with contempt. “and now, you're going to pay for even thinkin’ you could have her." He punctuated his words with a sharp jab of the knife, not enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. The man screamed, his voice echoing through the darkened woods.

caleb's mind flashed back to the coffee cup, the one he had taken from the man's apartment. it was a plain thing, really, just a cheap cup from some coffee shop, disposable. but it had been hers, once. she had drunk from it, had left the lingering scent of her vanilla lotion and the faint sheen of her pink-tinted lip gloss on the rim. 

caleb had kissed that rim, had tasted the faint remnants of her on the surface. the strawberry taste still lingered, mixed perfectly with the remnants of the vanilla latte. their first kiss, in a way, as indirect as it was. he’d thumbed over her name, albeit a crude misspelling of it, idly wondering what she had thought of such a silly mistake. one he would never make, of course.

the cup was in his room, preserved like a trophy, a reminder of what this man would never have.

“you’re pathetic," caleb repeated, shaking his head as he pressed the knife harder against the man's throat. “you don't deserve to even breathe the same air as her."

caleb's violet eyes flashed with a cruel, almost manic light as he stared down at his victim, a sneer twisting his handsome features beneath the grotesque mask. he could feel the man's terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy, but they only fueled the rage burning inside him. this pathetic excuse for a man had dared to pursue her, to think he could ever be worthy of her affection. it was an insult to her.

“you fell for it, didn't you?" caleb taunted, his voice dripping with mocking laughter. “the fake photos, the sweet words, the promises of love..." he shook his head, a harsh bark of a laugh escaping him. “you actually believed it was real. you're even more stupid than i thought."

he dug his fingers into the man's skull, thick and strong from years of military training, and slammed the man's head back against the rough bark of the tree. the sickening crack of impact filled the air, followed by the man's agonized cry. caleb paid it no mind, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his masked face mere inches from the man's.

“coming out here, all alone, just for a chance to stick your dick in some girl while you were talking to mine?” caleb's words were like venom, spitting from his lips. “you didn't even have the sense to be suspicious. i could've been anyone, anything. but you couldn't resist the chance to fuck somethin’, could you?" he punctuated his question with a brutal punch to the man's ribs, feeling them crack under his force.

the sound of agony grated on his ears, but he paid it no heed. instead, he savored the delicious fear and desperation emanating from his victim, fueling the dark satisfaction coursing through his veins.

“shut up," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble beneath the grotesque mask. in one swift, brutal motion, he plunged his thick, gloved fingers into the man's open mouth, silencing his screams with a sickening muffled gargle.

the man's eyes bulged in terror as he choked and sputtered around the invading digits, his body convulsing in a panicked attempt to dislodge them. but caleb was merciless, his grip tightening as he forced his fingers deeper, pressing down on the man's tongue until it was pinned to the back of his throat.

“did you hear me?” caleb snarled, his face mere inches from the man's contorted features. “you don't deserve to make a sound, you piece of shit."

with his free hand, caleb raised the knife, the blade glinting cold and cruel in the moonlight filtering through the bare tree branches. he aimed it at the man's chest, directly over his frantically pounding heart. his movements were precise, memorized. he’d done this before, countless times. it almost came easier with each kill.

the man's eyes widened in dawning horror as he realized the true extent of his predicament, his struggles growing weaker and more desperate.

with a unnerving ease, caleb plunged the knife straight into the man’s heart, burying it to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust. the man’s body shuddered once, twice, then went limp, his life’s blood beginning to seep out around the embedded blade, his bite on caleb’s fingers growing weaker with each passing moment.

caleb stood over him for a long moment, ensuring with grim satisfaction that the light had faded from the man’s eyes, that the last ragged breath had left his lungs. only then did he slowly withdraw the knife, huffing as he wiped the blood knife on his pants. 

the woods were quieter now at least.

caleb stood still, his breath fogging in the cool night air, the ghost face mask pushed up a bit to reveal sweat-matted hair and a jaw clenched tight with some simmering emotion. beneath his boots, the soil had been turned over, scuffed and soaked— evidence of the struggle, now over.

his chest heaved as he stared at what was left. a body, slack and cooling. blood darkened the forest floor in uneven blotches, but caleb barely registered it anymore as he wiped a globed hand down the back of his top, annoyed by how messy is had gotten.

the irritation wasn’t guilt. no— it never was. it was the inconvenience. 

he huffed and tilted his head back, eyes briefly closing. 

and there she was. in his mind’s eye, like always. her name thrummed under his skin, a prayer that spilled without sound past his lips. that soft smile, the way she always said “thank you” when the barista handed over her order— not even realizing he was always there, a table or two away, watching her like clockwork.

they never really spoke. she waved sometimes, polite, kind. probably thought he was just another familiar face in the neigborhood. just a friendly acquaintance who offered to buy her coffee when she was short on change, who gave her instructions when she was heading somewhere new, who always opened the door for her. 

but he wasn’t just that. not to her. at least, not in the twisted world he’d build around her. 

back home, his room was a shrine, a sanctuary dedicated to her. 

photos. dozens of them. blurry polaroids of her at the cafe, stepping off the bus, walking home alone at dusk. a few were torn at the corners, stained from being clutched a little too long in sweaty hands. others, almost wilted and thin, from “overuse” and vaguely blemish with semen stains. one had a coffee ring in the margin— accidental, but he didn’t mind.

he had her lip balm. found it once on the sidewalk outside the bookstore. her lost glove from last winter. a napkin she doodled on, then crumpled and tossed aside. a newspaper clipping with her name and picture framed. a dried flower she’d dropped once. five empty coffee cups he’d pulled from the trash, her lip gloss smudging the rims in faint pink arcs. 

she was perfect. 

and she was his.

it didn’t matter that she didn’t know that yet.

he hadn’t planned to kill, not at first. it started with warnings— scaring off the men who asked her out. eliminating those who smiled too long or lingered in her space. anyone who dared look at her for more than a passing moment. a young woman who had pushed past her a little too roughly while she was in a rush, bruising up his poor baby’s shoulder. anyone she complained about in passing to her friends while he was eavesdropping. 

and now, the man who had bought her coffee and called her “sweetheart” with a little too much ease. caleb had found his profile online, catfished him and lured him here under a fake name alias with worrying ease. it hadn’t taken much, men were pathetic like that, thinking with their dicks.

now, the man was silent, another shadow to hide in the woods. caleb nudged the body once with his boot, watching the way it didn’t react. his face didn’t twist with regret. only mild annoyance. 

caleb sighed and rolled his shoulders back, catching his breath as the silence of the woods settled around him once more. he reached down with one bloodied glove and lifted the ghostface mask dangling from his neck— the smooth plastic slick with condensation, the expression forever frozen in a mocking scream. empty black eyes, a drooping mouth stretched in theatrical terror.

he slid it back over his face, adjusting the strap until it clung tight, sealing away the man beneath. there was no use lingering here any longer, and anyways, it was growing late. he needed to be up early to catch her before she got on her morning bus. 

he took one step back from the body— and froze.

a sound cracked through the stillness. a brittle gasp, followed by the sharp snap of a tree branch underfoot.

he turned sharply, eyes locking onto the pale figure at the edge of the clearing.

(name).

she stood halfway between the trees, framed by moonlight and disbelief. her hands were clutched to her chest, eyes wide, mouth parted in horror. she wasn’t supposed to be here— not now, not like this, not ever. her sundress fluttered faintly in the breeze, a red and white gingham patterned dress, a thin cream cardigan over her shoulders that did absolutely nothing against the bite in the air.

too cold for a girl like her. too fragile.

he wanted to scold her. what was she doing out here alone, dressed like that? didn’t she know what kind of things roamed the woods at night? didn’t she know what kind of men watched her?

his mind raced, heart pounding behind the blank mask. 

she took a shaky step back, stumbling over the uneven ground. her eyes flicked from the knife in his hand to the still body behind him, and her breath hitched.

she was going to run.

caleb took a cautious step forward, slow and deliberate, hands low at his sides. not threatening. not yet. but she didn’t understand— she couldn’t. not with the mask. not with the blood.

“hey,” he breathed behind the mask, voice muffled and desperate, though she couldn’t hear it properly. “don’t run.”

she did anyway. or tried to. her heel caught on a root and she stumbled again, nearly falling.

it was pure instinct really, she spun and bolted, heart thumping in her throat as she picked herself up and ran as fast as she could through the woods, her feet pounding against the  earth as she fled.

behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps and ragged breathing echoed through the trees, drawing closer with each passing second. caleb's violet eyes glinted with a cruel, predatory light as he watched his prey flee, a dark thrill surging through him. he could see the fear etched into every line of her body, the way her breath came in short, frantic gasps as she ran.

her hair whipped behind her as she leapt over fallen tree stumps, the rough bark scraping against her palms and leaving faint red lines etched into her soft skin. sharp branches clawed at her cheeks, catching in her hair and snagging the sleeves of her sweater. she barely felt the sting, too consumed by the primal urge to escape the terrifying man pursuing her.

to caleb, she looked like a little bunny, all wide-eyed and panicked, her legs pumping furiously as she zigged and zagged through the dense underbrush. he could hear her heart hammering in her chest, could practically taste the fear radiating from her trembling form. it was intoxicating, invigorating, and he found himself chasing after her with renewed vigor.

his long strides ate up the distance between them, and he could feel himself gaining on her with each passing second. she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide with terror as she caught sight of the masked figure rapidly approaching. a choked sob tore from her throat, spurring her to run even faster.

 her voice was pitched with genuine fear, unaware who this man was, only that he was chasing her with the single-minded intent of causing her harm. 

caleb could hear the desperation in her voice, the way it wavered and broke on the frigid air. he could see the way her chest heaved with each labored breath, could practically feel her heart pounding in time with his own. he knew she was tiring, knew that her legs would give out soon.

caleb reveled in the thrilling pursuit, his heart pounding with a dark exhilaration as he leisurely chased after his terrified prey. He could have easily overtaken her in an instant, his military training and natural athleticism far surpassing her own meager physical abilities. but he indulged her, letting her believe she had a chance at escape, even as he relished the delicious sounds of her desperate panting and the melodic, if frightened, cries spilling from her pretty lips.

to him, she was a vision of helpless beauty, her dark hair whipping wildly behind her as she stumbled through the underbrush. like a frightened little bunny, he mused, watching her legs pump furiously and her eyes dart about, wide and fearful. he could see the way her dress, a delicate gingham print, fluttered against her thighs with each panicked stride. it was almost a shame to see such a lovely garment marred by the occasional green smudge of grass and dirt, clinging to the fabric as she ran.

caleb's eyes narrowed as he watched her approach a fallen tree trunk, its gnarled roots stretching out like the skeletal fingers of some long-buried creature. he could see the poorly timed jump coming from a mile away, could practically predict the precise moment she would lose her footing. and yet, he made no move to stop her, no attempt to warn her of the impending fall.

as he suspected, her foot caught on a gnarled root, sending her tumbling to the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs and startled cries. caleb slowed his pace, his heart clenching unexpectedly as he watched her pretty dress ride up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs to the cold air and the unforgiving forest floor. her knees, he noted with a pang of something almost akin to tenderness, were already littered with thin red lines, the scratches a testament to her desperate flight.

approaching her, deliberately, caleb reached out and settled a large, gloved hand around the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, could hear the way her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to scramble away from him. but he held her firm, his grip tightening just enough to keep her pinned to the ground, to remind her of his strength.

caleb grimaced as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him, her desperate attempts to escape only serving to annoy and frustrate him further. the sight of her skin, now scraped and scratched from her collision with the forest floor, only added to his growing exasperation.

with a low grunt, he move to step on her dress with a large, dirty boot, further restricting her movement and ability to escape.

“shhh,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble beneath the grotesque mask. “you're only makin’ this harder for yourself." despite his gentle words, there was an unmistakable edge to his tone, a dark warning that went unheeded by his squirming prey.

she, however, failed to heed his unspoken advice, continuing to thrash and struggle, her small fists pummeling weakly at his arms ands legs as she tried to push him away. 

caleb gritted his teeth, a low growl building in his throat as he fought the urge to simply pin her down by force, to overwhelm her with his superior strength until she submitted.

but she was relentless in her desperation, her fear lending her a strength she might not have otherwise possessed. caleb could feel her heart racing beneath her dress, could hear the ragged, terrified gasps of air escaping her pretty lips as she panted with exertion and fear.

caleb's patience snapped like a frayed rope. with a sharp, frustrated hiss, he reached for the knife at his belt, the blade glinting cold and menacing in the fading light. he pressed the tip against the delicate skin of her shoulder, feeling it yield beneath the unrelenting pressure.

a choked scream filled the air, her body going rigid beneath him as the realization of her true danger crashed over her like a wave. but caleb paid her no heed, his focus solely on pinning his little bunny to the ground, on ending her foolish struggles once and for all.

caleb's violet eyes glinted with a dark, almost feverish light as he watched the knife pierce her delicate skin, a thin line of crimson welling up around the invasive blade. he could feel her trembling beneath him, could hear the ragged, terrified sobs spilling from her lips as he forced the knife deeper, the metal sinking into the soft earth with a sickening squelch.

but caleb was not a cruel man, not truly, at least not with her. he knew he had to be careful, had to ensure that his little bunny remained unharmed, save for the necessary wounds to keep her pinned and at his mercy. 

he thought of her as a delicate butterfly, one that he longed to pin to a board, to preserve for all eternity. the image sent a perverse thrill through him, a dark desire to claim her, to possess her completely.

with a final, brutal twist, caleb forced the blade through the dirt, the knife now standing upright and pinning her shoulder to the ground. she let out a choked whimper, her body going pliant beneath him as the last vestiges of her strength drained away. caleb could feel the heat of her skin, the way her pulse raced beneath his fingertips as he pressed down on her, keeping her immobilize.

“shhh…” he murmured again, his voice a low, soothing rumble beneath the lifeless mask. “you gotta be still, now. fightin’ will only make this harder for you." he traced the line of her jaw with a gloved finger, marveling at the way her skin felt beneath the supple leather, at the delicate curve of her chin. 

caleb's gaze raked over the length of her body, taking in the way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs, the way her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. he could imagine her, forever preserved in this moment, a pretty bug pinned to a velvet board, her wings forever spread in a futile attempt at escape.

the thought sent a dark, possessive thrill through him, a deep longing to claim her, to keep her, to make her his for eternity. he knew it was a sinful, twisted desire, but he couldn't help the way his heart raced at the mere idea of owning this beautiful creature, of watching her tremble and squirm.

“’m not gonna hurt you. not really." the lie rolled off his tongue like honey, smooth and sweet, even as his heart raced with a dark, twisted excitement.

the sudden scent of urine assaulted his nostrils, the acrid aroma of her fear and humiliation filling the air between them. caleb's gaze flicked down, taking in the dark stain spreading across the fabric of her panties, the damp patch growing larger and more prominent with each passing second. the moisture had seeped through the thin cotton, leaving a telling wet spot on the dirt beneath her trembling form.

“you’ve made a mess, haven't you?" caleb taunted, a cruel edge to his voice as he pointed out her shameful display. “like a little kid, pissin’ herself in fear. do i really scare you that much?.” he tsked, shaking his head in mock disapproval even as a perverse thrill ran through him at the sight of her debasement.

all that left her was a pathetic whimper , her cheeks flushing a deep, mortified red beneath the dirt and tears streaking her face. she tried weakly to close her legs, to hide the evidence of her fear, but caleb was having none of it. 

he pressed the toe of his boot firmly against her thigh, the rough leather digging into her soft flesh as he forced her legs apart, keeping her shamefully exposed.

“please," she begged, her voice breaking on a pathetic, choked sob. “d-don’t—“ tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her temples and disappearing into her hair. she was utterly humiliated, her pride and dignity stripped away, leaving her raw and vulnerable beneath his merciless gaze.

caleb could feel the way her thigh trembled beneath his boot, could sense the desperate, futile way she strained against the knife pinning her down. he knew she was trying to close her legs, to hide the dark stain of her shame, but he wouldn't allow it. no, he wanted her to feel the full force of her humiliation, wanted her to know that he saw her, that he knew the true depths of her fear. that he still loved her regardless.

unable to resist, caleb reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, his fingers curling around the bunched up fabric. with a sharp, brutal tug, he yanked the skirt up and over, exposing her stained panties and the creamy skin of her thighs to the chilly night air. he could see the way the flimsy cotton clung to her slit, the  dampness spreading like a sickening rorschach test.

“dirty girl.”

as she thrashed and struggled, her foot caught on the bottom of caleb’s mask, the rough edge catching and tugging. for a moment, the mask threatened to lift up completely, to reveal the identity of her attacker. it lifted just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, his mouth and the firm frown now settled on dry lips.

caleb cursed under his breath, his hand flying up to grip the mask, holding it firmly in place even as he glared down at her with a look of pure, unadulterated anger and frustration.

“fuckin’ squirmy brat," caleb snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl. 

he pressed down harder on the knife handle pinning her shoulder, forcing a pained cry from her lips. the sound only fueled caleb's twisted lust, his cock twitching in his pants as he reveled in her suffering.

 he could feel her trembling beneath him, could sense the way her body instinctively tried to shy away from his touch. but there was no escape, no respite from the nightmare she now found herself in.

“don’t cry now, bunny,” caleb mocked, his thumb rubbing cruel circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her skin even through the soaked fabric. “i’m not doin’ anythin’ you don’t want.” 

caleb could feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton, could sense the way her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite her fear and revulsion.

she whimpered pathetically, fresh tears leaking from her eyes as she stared up at her attacker with a look of utter desperation. “please," she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, “please, don't do this. i won’t tell anyone, i swear. j-just let me go."

a harsh, barking laugh tore from his throat, devoid of any true humor. “you beg so prettily. i think you're just a brat who needs to be put in her place, isn’t that right?” 

caleb fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her to ‘nod’ in response to his line of questioning. it only forced another whine and whimper past her lips.

he pressed his thumb harder against her slit, rubbing the sensitive nerves through the damp fabric until she was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking and jerking in a futile attempt to escape.

caleb's other hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, his fingers curling beneath the elastic as he began to tug the garment down. she let out a choked sob, her hands scrabbling against the dirt and leaves beneath her as she tried to stop him, to hold the last barrier between them in place.

but it was no use. with a sharp, brutal yank, caleb tore the panties down her thighs, leaving them tangled around her knees. 

his breath came in harsh, ragged pants as he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his desperation to claim his prize overriding any semblance of control. he could feel the heat of his own arousal burning through him, his cock throbbing and aching for the tight, warm embrace of her most intimate depths.

this was all he’d ever wanted.

with a low, animalistic growl, caleb fisted his hand in her hair once more, gripping the tresses tightly as he forced her head to the side. her cheek pressed against the cold, damp earth, the soil clinging to her flushed skin as she whimpered, still squirming uselessly.

 “stop movin’, you’re going to make a bigger mess.”

straddling her hips at least somewhat, caleb freed his straining erection from the confines of his pants, the thick length slapping against the smooth skin of her thigh with an obscene sound. precum leaked from the swollen, purplish head, smearing a sticky trail of moisture across her flesh as he ground his hips against hers.

she let out a choked sob, her body shaking with the force of her terror and disgust. she could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could sense the way it throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own. the knowledge of his intent, of the violation he meant to inflict upon her, made her want to scream, to claw at the earth and beg for mercy.

but caleb was beyond mercy, beyond reason. he could only think of one thing, could only focus on the primal, all-consuming need to claim this defiant little brat, to make her his in the most brutal and primal way possible.

bringing his fingers to his mouth, caleb sucked on them, coating the digits with his saliva. he could taste the salt of her tears, the bitter tang of her fear, and it only spurred him on further, only made him more determined to take what he wanted.

with a rough, brutal motion, caleb forced his slick fingers between her thighs, lewdly smearing his saliva on her cunt, using a thumb to circle her little entrance.  sloppily, he lined his throbbing, aching cock to her hole, gritting his teeth as he heard her begin to wail. 

with that, caleb drove forward with a brutal, animalistic snarl, the thick head of his cock pushing past her dry, clenched folds. he could feel her tightness, could sense the way her virgin walls resisted his invasion, clinging desperately to the last shreds of her innocence. 

but caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own lust to care about her pain, her suffering. 

he set a punishing, relentless pace, his hips slamming against her with each brutal thrust. the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with her anguished cries and caleb's own harsh, ragged pants. 

he could feel every inch of her tight, hot cunt gripping his cock like a vice, and it only spurred him on, only made him fuck into her harder, deeper, with a ferocity that bordered on violent.

she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse from the pain and the cruel, relentless assault on her most intimate place. she could feel every excruciating inch of caleb's cock stretching her, splitting her open, as he rutted into her like an animal in heat. the knife in her shoulder jostled with each brutal thrust, sending bolts of agony radiating through her arm and down her spine.

but even through the pain, she could feel something else, a traitorous spark of pleasure that made her want to scream even louder, to wail her torment to the uncaring sky above. it was a sick, twisted reaction, her body betraying her as the man used her for his own sick gratification.

“shhh, no one can hear you here. ‘wouldn’t want to attract a big, scary animal when you’re in such a state, hm?”

he could feel her shiver beneath him at his words, biting her tongue as she sobbed and cried. 

so, so cute.

caleb could hear the way her screams took on a different pitch, a higher, more desperate sound that sent a dark thrill through his veins. he had imagined this moment countless times, had pictured her just like this— naked, helpless, and screaming her pleasure even as he violated her. he had stroked his cock to the thought of her, had spilled his seed on the stolen mitten and her pretty polaroid, imagining the way she would sound, the way she would feel wrapped around him.

“you’re just as pretty as i thought," caleb grunted, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “such a good little brat, screaming for me like this. i knew you'd be a screamer, known it from the moment i first saw you."

caleb could feel the sudden, sharp tension that gripped her body as the  realization dawned on her with his careless slip. the tight clench of her inner walls around his pistoning cock became almost painfully exquisite, her muscles fluttering and grasping as if trying to expel the unwanted invader. 

he gritted his teeth against the sudden resistance, his hips stuttering briefly before he forced himself to maintain the brutal, punishing pace.

she remained silent aside from her sobs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps and muffled whimpers. the knowledge that this attack was not the random act of a stranger, but a targeted assault by someone who knew her, had been watching her, hung heavy in the air between them. 

caleb knew he should be more careful, and yet… he enjoyed the thought of her being more wary, constantly looking over her shoulder, horrified that her stalker and rapist would come around the corner and hunt her down again. 

leaning in closer, caleb brought his masked face down to hover mere inches above hers. through the eyes, he could see the wide, horrified eyes staring back at him, the whites glinting in the moonlight. he could feel her breath, hot and ragged, puffing against the cold plastic of his mask. he knew she couldn't see his face, not truly, but he wanted her to know he was there, that he was the one violating her, claiming her.

“ease up, bunny," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble even as his hand slid up to grip her thigh. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading, reminding her of his strength, his dominance. “you’re only making this harder on yourself."

he could see the confusion and fear warring in her eyes, could sense the way her mind raced with questions she dared not ask. he knew she wanted to know why, wanted to understand the reason behind this sick, twisted assault. but caleb had no intention of explaining himself, of giving her the closure she craved.

instead, he wanted to savour this moment, to revel in the power he held over her. he had dreamed of this for so long, had fantasized about the way she would feel, the way she would sound as he took her. and now, here she was, pinned beneath him, her body yielding to his every brutal thrust.

“kiss me.”

caleb could sense her confusion, could see the way her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of his gruff command. she let out a weak, choked sound, her voice hoarse from screaming and the dirt clinging to her tear-stained cheeks. 

“b-but—“ she sputtered weakly, her words trailing off into a muffled whimper.

a grin twisted Caleb's lips beneath the mask as he reached up with his free hand, tapping against the large, downturned mouth carved into the plastic. he traced the curved line, his thumb pressing against the cold, smooth surface, before he pressed his own lips together in a mocking imitation of a kiss beneath the mask, not that she could see.

“kiss me," caleb repeated, his voice a low, menacing rasp, a demand. “i wanna  feel your pretty lips on mine. don’t make me ask twice."

he could see the way her chest heaved with panicked, shallow breaths, the way her tearful eyes searched his masked face for any hint of mercy. 

even with the dirt smudging her fair skin and the few stray scratches marring her delicate features, even with her hair a wild, mussed tangle around her face, caleb found her more beautiful than he ever had before.

she was a vision of debased, defiled perfection, a fallen angel splayed out beneath him, her wings clipped and broken. the sight of her like this, the knowledge that he was the one to bring her so low, sent a dark, possessive thrill through caleb's veins. he wanted to mark her, to claim her in every way possible, to make her his for all eternity.

she let out a choked sob, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head weakly. 

with a pointed thrust, he growled again, his patience wearing thin. his hand slid up to grip her chin, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he forced her head to turn towards him. he could feel the way she trembled, could sense the desperate, futile way she tried to pull away. But he held

she hesitated, her lower lip trembling violently as she stared at the downturned mouth of the mask hovering before her. with a shuddering, reluctant motion, she leaned in, pressing her soft, tear-stained lips against the cold, unyielding plastic. a choked sob escaped her as she did, her breath hitching and catching in her throat.

caleb's eyes widened in shock beneath the mask at the feeling of her lips against his own, even through the barrier of plastic and fabric. the shy, hesitant gesture sent a bolt of electricity through him, igniting a fire in his core that he couldn't hope to extinguish. unable to resist the urge, caleb found himself pressing his own lips back against the inside of the mask, as if he could feel the ghost of her kiss, the phantom pressure of her mouth against his own.

it was too much, too intense, too perfect. the sensation of finally claiming her lips, even in such a way, of marking her in the most intimate way possible, coupled with the tight, fluttering clench of her cunt around his pistoning cock, pushed caleb over the precipice. 

with a guttural, animalistic groan that echoed through the mask and into the night air, caleb came, his hips jerking and stuttering as he spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside of her.

his nails dug into the soft flesh of her sides, the sharp points of his gloves biting into her skin hard enough to leave marks, to brand her as his own. caleb could feel her own body convulsing beneath him, her legs quivering and shaking as her own release washed over her. the walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop of his essence.

she let out a strangled, broken cry, her back arching off the ground as her orgasm crashed through her. tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving with ragged, painful breaths as she came undone beneath caleb, her body betraying her with the force of her unwanted pleasure.

caleb could only groan in dark ecstasy as he pumped load after load of his hot cum into her spasming cunt, filling her up until she was dripping with his seed. 

he had dreamed of this moment for so long, had fantasized about claiming her, violating her, and now it was finally happening. she was finally his in every way that mattered.

caleb remained still, buried deep inside her spasming heat, as he listened to her muffled sobs and whimpers. her body twitched and shuddered around him, hypersensitive from the brutal, unwanted pleasure he had forced upon her. he could feel every clench, every flutter of her inner walls as she tried to adjust to the thick, heavy load of his seed sloshing inside her.

a dark, possessive part of caleb reveled in her distress, in the knowledge that he had broughther to such a broken, shattered state. he knew she probably feared for her life, probably believed that he meant to snuff out her existence as easily as he had violated her body. but Caleb had no intention of killing her, not when he had so much more planned for her.

no, everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her. 

caleb gritted his teeth as he felt her body beginning to still, her sobs fading into hiccuping, shuddering breaths. with a low, reluctant groan, he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her cunt, the obscene sound of their mixed fluids filling the air as he withdrew.

she let out a choked, pained whimper as caleb’s cock slipped free of her battered body, a fresh gush of cum leaking out of her abused hole to trickle down the curve of her ass. she made a feeble attempt to close her legs, to cover herself, but caleb was quicker. he stepped forward, his boot pressing down on her thigh, pinning her beneath his heel and keeping her trapped, all spread open for his viewing pleasure.

caleb tucked himself away with quick, efficient motions, his pants and mask slipping back into place as he loomed over her broken form. he could see the way she stared up at him with a mix of fear and confusion, her tearful eyes searching his masked face for answers, for some hint of his intentions.

a sigh escaped caleb’s lips hearing her go back to her pathetic begging, pitiful and annoying as he finished adjusting himself.  

he wanted to shake her, to scream at her that she was being foolish, that he would never dream of ending her life. 

didn't she understand that everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her? that everything he did was a necessary evil, that even hurting her was needed so she could understand what would happen if he wasn’t there watching over her?

but she was too blind, too stupid to see the truth. she could only focus on her own fear, on the pain and humiliation of being violated in such a brutal manner. caleb knew he would have to be patient, would have to guide her gently towards the path of enlightenment.

with a grunt of effort, caleb reached down and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the knife protruding from her shoulder. she let out a sharp, pained cry as he slowly, carefully eased the blade out of her flesh, a small trickle of blood welling up in its wake.

“shh, quiet now," caleb murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble even as he discarded the knife to the side. “i’m not gonna kill you yet.” he ran a hand through his hair, the dark strands slightly disheveled from their brutal coupling. “i like to play with my food first.”

caleb then bent down, his masked face hovering over hers as removed his boot from her thigh. she let out a shuddering breath as the pressure against her leg eased, as the crumpled fabric of her dress was released from beneath his heel.

“now, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this," caleb hummed, his voice threatening. “promise me that you'll keep this our little secret, just between us, alright bunny?” 

caleb watched with an amused smile as she violently nodded her head, her tear-stained face twisting in a mixture of horror and desperate agreement. she forced herself to sit up, her movements clumsy and pained as she stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes.

the sight of her, bruised and battered, her dress torn and hiked up around her hips, sent a strange sensation through caleb's chest. he found her so damn cute like this, so utterly adorable in her fear and distress. he wanted nothing more than to lean down and capture her lips with his own once more, to claim her mouth in a searing kiss that would leave no doubt as to who she belonged to.

but he resisted the urge, knowing that he had to be smart, had to play this just right. he couldn't let her know that he was the one behind the mask, the one who had violated and defiled her so thoroughly. not yet, anyway.

instead, he nudged her thigh with the toe of his boot, the casual, almost playful gesture a stark contrast to the brutal way he had just used her. 

“run, little bunny," caleb taunted, his voice a low, mocking rumble. “run as fast as you can, before I change my mind and decide to have some more fun with you."

she shuddered at the threat, her body jerking as if physically struck. she didn't need to be told twice. 

with a choked sob, she scrambled to her feet, her legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath her. she cast one last terrified glance up at Caleb, at the imposing figure looming over her, before she turned and stumbled away.

caleb watched her go, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her retreating form disappear into the shadows of the woods. he knew she wouldn't tell anyone, knew that his sweet little bunny was too smart to risk his wrath again. she was a good girl, his girl, and he knew she would keep this their special secret.

her lingered in the quiet hush of the woods, shadows stretching long beneath the fading twilight long after she was out of sight, lost in thoughts of her.

a slow, almost tender smile curved beneath the ghostface mask. soon, he would stand before her as himself— caleb— no mask, no darkness. just a man who loved her more than reason.

tomorrow, when he finds her at the café— eyes weary, hands trembling— she’ll have no choice but to lean on him. he’ll be the shoulder she cries on, the calm in her chaos, welcoming her with open arms that know no refusal.

he imagined her cheeks flushed with quiet trauma, her wide eyes searching, needing comfort. she would need him, and he would be there— a steady harbour in the storm of her fear. his arms would wrap around her like a shield, warm and unwavering.

the words he would speak were already rehearsed in his mind— soft promises, whispered only for her ears, meant to soothe the trembling inside her, to remind her she was never alone. because caleb knew her better than anyone. he knew exactly what she needed.

the forest held its breath as he exhaled slowly, the scent of pine and earth grounding the obsession that drove him— a love fierce enough to shatter the silence of the night.

she would need him. she would come to him. and when she did, he’d be waiting.

ghostface caleb i lobe u... my door is literally wide open. i've been working on this for awhile but i don't think i'm the best person to put my ideas into writing because i get so repetitive and i always end up losing the plot. maybe if i proofread my works before posting i would eliminate this issue however i would like to save myself the embarrassment.

[mwphisto]

“So fucking cute, Caleb!”

Your thighs burned with the effort of dropping your hips and picking them up again. The muscles nearly trembling as you attempt to steady yourself on his shoulders.

“You’re so cute it makes me mad.” You whine again, studying his blissfully fucked out expression as your cunt swallowed his cock over and over again.

“Makes me wanna eat you up…” you couldn’t help it, dropping your hips particularly hard so you could roll them against his pelvis. “Sh-shit, pips… easy…ow!”

Your fingers reach up, squeezing the fat of his cheek between your thumb and knuckles. The motion bares his teeth to you, making his mouth fall open in surprise as his nails dig dully into your soft hips.

“You’re just so cute, Caleb… can’t help myself!” You begin moving again, the bouncing shallows a bit due to the strain creeping up your spine. “Makes me mad how cute you are.”

You’re clenching around him, body tensing with the overwhelming emotions you feel. For a second, you swear Caleb’s eyes are going to roll back into his skull.

“My cute boy, the absolute cutest.” You finally let go off his cheek, falling forward to kiss him stupid.

“My perfect, cute boy.” You gasp as you pull back, hips working overtime as pleasure floods your veins. “My cute boy with the prettiest cock, right? My pretty cock to fuck.”

“Y-yes! All yours, all yours, pips. Promise!”

Tears collect at the corners of his eyes but he’s not relenting, his restless hips now flying upward to meet your sloppy thrusts. “All mine, I’m so lucky I have such the cutest, prettiest, sweetest—“ you can’t even finish your sentence before Caleb is spilling his load.

Banner from @cafekitsune

[zaynesparadise]

*⃝̥ SWITCHIN’ THE POSITIONS FOR UUUU :3 ── 𝐳 & 𝐜

.ﾟ🪩 ⟡ | brief post about beb & zay’s fav positions- very brief!

pairing. — MDNI (17+) fem!reader (hella freaky) x 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 & 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 (not a threesome unforch) warnings. basically bringing positions & 34+35 to life, sex positions, quick n short smut, drooling :p petnames, anal fingering omg (this one’s for my caleb anal freak believers), FREAKleb, unprotected sex, creampies, zayne uses his evol !! slight temperature play, tit play cuz boobs ♡ :3 horny big cock caleb & horny big cock zayne :3 enjoy wc. 2.1k a,n. this took me so long for NO REASON !!! anywho not proofread, finished this at 5 am when i have a reproductive health assignment for tmrw.. but idgaf THIS is my reproductive health assignment 🙂‍↕️

જ CALEB. the colonel is a man of many talents, including his ability to pull off any and every position you wanted. missionary, doggy, 69, mating press, you name it— he’s in it before you even finish asking for it. if you wanted this six feet two man to do the splits for you in the middle of the bed, believe it or not he wouldn’t even hesitate to do that and more just for you (he values your happiness & pleasure over everything if you couldn’t tell) that being said— one position in particular will always have caleb drooling at the mouth with his eyes crossed: reverse cowgirl.

“fuuuuck yes.. baby— just like that.” caleb babbled on and on behind you, sweat glistening and rolling down his toned skin while his chest rose up and down, up and down rapidly, you noted the wavering in his words, the way his massive hands massaged your hips after gripping onto the supple skin so roughly.

you currently had your boyfriend who was leaking between your thighs rambling uncontrollably behind you, truth was he didn’t even know what the fuck to keep up with. the way your hips were rolling back on his in an unforgiving pace or the way your back arched perfectly from his view or the way your pussy was gushing around his soaking cock— fuck everything was making him completely delirious.

your walls fluttered around him, every movement your pretty little cunt did made his eyes roll to the back of his skull, “s-shit pips..” he mumbled as his harshly bitten, red lips barely moved from the almost-frowning expression he was sporting— all in the hopes of not cumming too soon and ruining your fun.

caleb was close to full on sobbing, the pace you’ve set was divine, pushing him against the edge over and over again when you bounced on his cock to let the most obscene and lewd sounds echo in his room all the while combining them with the prettiest, sweetest whimpers of his name.

you sank down on his length, letting him get engulfed entirely in your warmth as his tip gushed against your cervix. “feels good, hm?” you cheekily glanced at him over his shoulder and oh boy caleb was gone.

your body felt unbelievably hot, blazing and searing while the muscles in your thighs burned. but it was all so, so worth it, to see a blushing caleb with sparkly tears forming along his waterline, swollen pretty red lips all bitten and drooling, so attractive to see your composed, sweet boyfriend throwing his head against the pillow as he held himself back even more.

caleb by now felt himself sinking into a state of frenzy— hands gripping onto the bedsheets, thighs flexing alongside his toned abdomen as his entire body began to twitch, “s’good pips.. such a perfect pussy sucking me in,” he felt the heat practically radiate off of both of your bodies, the air in the room almost suffocating with how thick and heavy it was, everything felt too good and caleb was losing his sense of reality with how overwhelmed he was getting.

“it’s jus’ for me, no?” he babbled, all breathy and husky as his hands began to caress your lower back, “mhm, only for you.” and on instinct when his palm applied the slightest bit of pressure, you arched lower and laid your chest against the mattress, giving caleb the most delicious view of your ass bouncing on him, cunt wrapped all around his pulsing cock, so deep inside of you and so filthy.

the glossy mess between your inner thighs made him groan in need, he began to guide your hips back against his pelvis while he thrusted upwards, meeting each and every one of your thrusts and letting the wet noises of your ass landing on his pelvis resonate against the walls, the sight of your skin jiggling roughly with every thrust making him sigh in ecstasy. “f-fuck, caleb!” you moaned so prettily for him once his cock felt like it was moulding you to his shape, thrusts so powerful and deep.

“yeah, baby? can’t take it?” his cock slid in and out of your drenched folds, the view so arousing it made heat spread throughout his body just like a fever, “your pretty cunt’s telling me otherwise tho..” he grunted, unable to help the way his eyes locked in on your puckered hole, and before he could think more about it— he thrusted his thumb into the tight ring.

“c-caleb!—“ “shhh sweetheart..” he reassured you instantly, picking up the pace of his cock between your tightening walls to distract you from the uncomfortable stretch of your ass, your teeth finding comfort in pulling against the crumpled bedsheets while your legs shook in pleasure.

it was so new, you never expected caleb to suddenly take this route but you were so glad that he did because getting both of your holes stretched out so nicely at the same time made your eyes water.

and before you knew it, you were moaning and pushing your hips back against caleb’s, “like that pips? feels good?” and god it felt like your mind was melting away, “so good, caleb.. s-shit..” you felt the saliva that was pooling in your mouth puddle beneath you, he was so deep inside of you in every way, pulling his cock back merely by a few inches before filling you up again.

you felt so stuffed. almost feeling him in your stomach with how deep he was and how deep he stayed. all the while his large thumb played with your hole, in and out of your tight ring of muscles that accepted his digit easily now.

“such greedy holes taking me in so well..” caleb praised as his pupils were practically heart shaped, and he was right, you were taking him in so well, milking and sucking his cock and thumb in a mouth watering way. he felt his head spin the more you squirted around him each time his cock slipped the slightest bit out.

feeling the heat burn in your lower stomach, the knot of pleasure tightening more and more. it was making you dizzy, nails digging into the mattress while your hand absentmindedly sneaked beneath you, fingers rubbing tight circles around your puffy clit just to send you over the edge.

but oh caleb couldn’t have that, he was in charge of bringing you heavenly pleasure while your only job was to take it, “i’ve got you, pips.” he gently pushed your hand away before replacing it with his own, following the same pattern but quicker and rougher.

“caleb!” you almost screamed at the overwhelming sensation, your nerves feeling electrified as waves of ecstasy washed down on you, “juuusst like that.. f-fuck..” your boyfriend groans while you gushed around him, so tight and so wet. a ring of arousal forming around his base before his entire abdomen became soaked in your squirt.

“s-shit!” and with his tip kissing your cervix, caleb stuffed you full with endless ropes of his warm cum.

ຊ ZAYNE. zayne is a very, very needy man. call it him being touch starved, love-starved, him not indulging in pleasuring himself or others throughout his life so much and instead directing his energy on making himself better education and physical strength wise, and now that he has you, someone he trusts and loves and isn’t holding himself back from pleasing, he’s insatiable. positions, locations— none of that really matter to him, however he’ll always prefer to be in the safety of your home and the comfort of your bed, as close as possible to you no matter how tired or exhausted he is from his work in the hospital, in conclusion: spooning.

“you’re so warm, love.” his sweet voice whispered next to your ear, large and muscular arms wrapped around your middle as his legs nudged yours open. zayne had your back pressed against his chest, his body colder than yours and the freezing contact made your head dizzy.

his frosty ingertips travelled down your night dress, tiny snow particles decorating the satin fabric making you sigh in pleasure, you knew he was using your favourite tricks on you— it was always a different kind of experience whenever he used his evol.

the contrast between his cold hands and the warm blankets had you sweating, whimpering his name in desperation from the pooling heat between your thighs, “what do you want from me, snowflake?” his breath fanned your neck as you closed your eyes, feeling feverish when you replied “need you, zayne. so bad” and gosh who was zayne to refuse you?

“easy now darling..” he chuckled when your legs began to shake the second his frosty fingers slithered between your thighs, he could feel the heat radiating from your panties, icy fingers sneaking beneath the thin lace as your body shuddered against his, “doing so good for me, snowflake.” his voice was low, husky, needy. praising you as much as you wanted just to hear your pretty noises and responses.

his other hand swiftly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to have his pulsing cock push between your plush thighs. the sudden, wet contact of his precum coated tip with your slicked thighs made both of you groan, fingers wrapping around his base as he pumped his leaking cock a few times while wrapped around the softness of your skin, the feeling of you around all of his senses was so thrilling. the cardiac surgeon was addicted to the sensation of his heart beating out of his chest.

“zaynie please.. don’t tease me.” you squirmed in his hold, everything felt so lewd and it was driving you insane. the ache between your legs and the fastened rising of your chest— everything was overwhelming and ardent, if zayne didn’t fill you up and fuck you stupid right now- you would literally explode.

“shhhh love, i’ve got you.” he reassured, finally angling his tip along your drenched opening, a shaky breath escaping his throat as he sunk inside of your warmth completely, the sweet stretch making you gasp while he settled inside of you, his length never failed to make you feel so stuffed fully to the brim.

the moment your walls engulfed his soaked cock zayne’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, the feeling was so harshly consuming to him, and he loved surrendering his tired and spent body to the dizzying pleasure you’ll always grant him, without any further words exchanged between you, he began to move his hips in a perfect pace, thrusting in and out sloppily, his tip caressing each and every sweet spot inside of you, making you babble praises just for him.

“s’good zay.. f-fuck! so deep..” drool by now was decorating the pillowcase beneath you, mind so foggy with the pleasure of your lover stretching you out so well, zayne’s muffled moans got lost on the side of your neck, bites and kisses being littered all across your skin while your fingers wrapped around the bedsheets.

his tip nudged against your cervix the same moment his frosty fingers slithered beneath your dress, large hands fondling with your breasts as he decreased the temperature of his hands, “zayne!” you couldn’t help but whimper while one of your hands sprang to hold his icy ones, “it’s okay, baby. you can take it.” he gently bit your earlobe as he praised you.

“it’s too c-cold..” you might’ve been complaining but zayne felt the tightening of your cunt around him when his icy fingertips pinched your hardened nipples, he knew you were enjoying this, he always knew what you liked and didn’t like. and he knew that you loved it when he played with you like this.

“but you’re taking it so well, aren’t you snowflake?” he muttered, hips picking up the pace as his cock slipped in and out of you so sensually, you shivered in his hold while nodding, “taking me so well, so perfect for me.” he mumbled against your skin, each word going straight to your pulsing cunt as the heat in your stomach bubbled more, aching for release while zayne kept splitting you open on his length.

“cum for me, baby.. need to feel you.” he sounded drunk absolutely intoxicated on you as he begged you to cum around his cock, “oh fuck—“ you felt the way the tears stung the back of your eyes, one of his hands that toyed with your tit slid downwards to pinch at your pulsating clit, the sensation of his cold fingers rubbing lazy circles on your nub was enough to have your eyes cross.

“c-cumming— shit! zayne- oh my god!” you sobbed his name for him, body shaking in his hold as your back arched against his chest, climax bursting within you as raging waves of euphoria crashed onto you, creaming all over his cock while zayne groaned from the incessant tightening of your walls around him, “b-baby.. oh fuck i’m close.” he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, not when your cunt was practically milking him unforgivingly.

with one final, sloppy thrust, zayne coated your flowing pussy with thick ropes of his milky cum. allowing the carnal pleasure to rapture along his shaking frame.

a,n. WHAT WAS THAT PIPSQUEAKKK !!! 🗣️🗣️

[madamechrissy]

Jealousy, Jealousy

This was inspired by the Caleb art in the banner by @baobei-bu please love on ALL their art!! Their JJK/LADS art is PEAK

Pairings- Yandere! Caleb x F!reader

Warnings- PWP pretty much, a smut oneshot- HEAVY yandere Caleb, mating press, cum play, oral (f recieiving) tummy bulges, cervix hitting, panty stealing, fingering, overstim, he calls you pip squeak LMAO, JEALOUS obsessed Caleb

My first time for Caleb hehe, rbs/comments appreciated if you enjoyy

"Who is that, Pip squeak?" Caleb murmurs that question with a little smile, as you tense just a bit, feeling your cheeks heating up under his scrutiny, sipping on the straw of your milkshake, letting the sweetness hit your tongue. The two of you have been gaming the day away, taking just a little break in the kitchen now

"It's a... friend." That's what Xavier was really, your sweet friend, who is currently sending you heart emojis.

"Oh, a friend huh? Why so secretive then?" He teases, tapping your nose and just being far... far too close. You shouldn't think so many things about him like this, should you? But you can't help but like his cologne a little too much, like just how his brown locks were falling over his forehead just so, how you can see so much of his muscles flexing in what he wore.

"Just a friend." Your little smile drives him insane, he outwardly laughs, but he can't stop thinking of who's been with you while he's been away, has anyone touched you? When you're meant to be his.

"Let me see then." He yanks your phone high, dark violet eyes flashing for a moment, turning as you sputter and he scrolls through your last messages. "And who is Sylus... Rafael and... Dr. Zayne, I know him, and-"

"Give me my phone back, jerk!" You jump for it, but Caleb is stupid tall, holding it up and feigning a smile he really doesn't feel like giving right now, thoughts racing.

Were you with somebody?

That would never do.

Perhaps he's been gone too long, and you've found someone, but that wouldn't last long when you'd be his. Caleb hands you it finally, laughing a bit as he pats your head. "Relax, Pip Squeak, I was just messing with ya. So cute when you're angry."

"Oh, whatever. Back to the game?" He nods, watching as your bouncy ass sways in whatever excuse for a shorts those were, furious if anyone has ever gotten to see you like this.

You're sitting up on the couch now, legs spread so he sees just a hint of your perfect pussy that lace was hugging, his throat goes dry when you hand him the controller. He smiles with ease, sitting on the floor, hoisting your thighs around his shoulders then, and you pause, faltering just a bit, breath caught in your throat. It should be casual. You two have gamed close forever, but he's so close to your heat, your thighs brushing against his hot skin. Just a white tank top and your shorts separating you both.

"You blushed really hard when I mentioned Sylus huh?" He asks now, as he moves the controllers, and you gulp just a bit, fidgeting some.

"No... imagining things."

"You think he's hot."

You roll your eyes at him, shifting forward as you tilt the controller, slashing your sword and concentrating, the tips of your toes touching his lap. Just that is enough to make Caleb ache and throb, hard cock pulsing, he bites back a moan, you seem too entrapped in the game to notice what your foot is brushing on.

"He's hot, sure. Why, do you... find anyone hot?" Caleb glares down at the controller now.

"Just one girl." You bite your lip, concentrated fully, as he rests a head on your thigh. Hot breath against it making your leg twitch, cunt already soaking. You can't feel this way, you two are just too close... right? How can you be jealous?

"Oh?" Your weak voice just makes Caleb's cock leak precum, he can feel how hot you are behind his neck, he turns his head then, to catch you looking down at him.

"Do you care if I like someone Pip Squeak?"

"N-no..."

"Hmm... hah! Got you!" Caleb's killed your character, making you huff. Laying back some on the couch, you gasp when he turns around, face at level with your cunt, where he sees your damp spot right on your shorts. "Oh no, honey... did you spill something?"

"Huh?" You feel your body react, nipples pressing against your thin top at his proximity, vivid thoughts of far, far too many things working through your heated mind.

"Right here..." he brushes his thumb against the damp sticky arousal, eliciting a cry that makes him goddamn feral. "Can't answer me honey?"

"Caleb I'm... so sorry I..."

"This from me. Or from one of them?" His casual question is laced with something dark, pressing on the spot again, wondering just how many men he'd have to take out, so his sweet girl is all his. "Should I get these off you? Since you're making them so messy?"

"I.... y-you-" Caleb has slipped your shorts off your thighs, your tummy clenches when he clicks his tongue. Now he kisses your inner thigh, fingers running along your swollen lips, breath ghosting too close to your cunt.

"These are ruined too, tsk. Something wrong, pip squeak?" You shake your head, watching as Caleb peels those panties off you, and he has to tuck them in his pocket, thankful your eyes are shut, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks. He needs a fresh pair anyway, you're too meticulous about your laundry and he doesn't get many.

The amount of times he's cum inhaling your panties, drunk off them is insane, even before he left you, when he'd visit on breaks he'd take them, licking any of you up. Sometimes he would jerk off inside them, imagining putting them on you. Making you wear them full of his load as punishment for making him so insane. But nothing prepared him for seeing your glistening cunt, clear trails breaking off, you're so wet you were stuck to those lacy panties clearly.

"Caleb-ah!" He laps you up now, just a stripe up your slit, making your hands entangle in sof thrown hair, as those deep violet eyes look up at you. Dilated, insane, a smirk on his lips.

"Tell me none of them tasted you. Had you."

"What do you mean-"

"Tell me no one touched what's mine."

"You've been gone a long time... you think I just what, wait here, touch myself?" You're shaking as you speak.

"Do you?" You hesitate. "Answer me. Maybe I'll let you cum."

"Let me?" He presses a kiss on your clit now parting your folds and groaning as arousal pools out of your little hole. "Mnh. Fuck... what are we..."

"Am I competing? I'm very competitive you know, pip squeak. I will have to make you forget anything but me then." That's when he spreads your pretty pussy, moaning, he's seen you of course before here and there, glimpses of you naked, but now your perfect cunt is right in his face. He's burying his face against you, nose hitting that clit as his tongue swipes in.

"Oh my god." You shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be spreading your thighs wider, letting him fuck his tongue in and out of your slick, gummy walls, the noises of his soft whines and slurps echoing in your apartment. His taste buds explore every each that long tongue can reach, you're losing it every moment, those eyes so dark with lust they look black.

He'll make you forget anything.

"That's it, you wanna cum f'me, huh? Pretty girl, all mine." You're struggling to compute his words, to even function, eyes rolling back when he flicks the tip of his tongue on that clit, smile not hitting his insane yes. "Are you?"

"This is crazy, what are we doing... you... I... ngh!" Two fingers slip right inside your hole now, which flutters around the thick, long digits, making your whines even louder as he leans up, his other hand gripping you by your throat, lips so close.

How have you not kissed but he's devoured your pussy?

"You belong to me, only me, can you not see? All this time..." He's desperately scissoring fingers in and out, lashes low over his eyes as he breathes against your bitten lips. "Oh listen, she can talk for you I guess, so slutty for me. Just me, huh?"

You're just arching your hips, a sweet cry from your lips, ones he can imagine wrapped around his cock, while he squeezes your delicate neck harder, hand overtaking your throat. You can merely whimper in response, nodding just a bit, as you're closer and closer, only for him to yank his fingers out, making you whine, aching to be filled by them again.

"Caleb, please." You're crying now, tears running down your cheeks, making you look so fucking pretty to him, igniting something that snaps as he watches them fall glistening down your face.

"Please what, ya need something?" He's squeezing harder, fingers brushing around your soaking entrance, just barely pressing the tip of his finger inside, while you're pressed back against the couch, breasts heaving. "Tell me what you need, don't you know I'll take care of you?"

"In me. Please- ah!" You're getting fuzzy when he slips those long fingers back in your cunt, exhaling as he watches you, curling them just so with filthy squelching noises echoing. "Mnh!"

"This all f'me, huh? All me?" His demanding question barely resonates when you're cumming all over his fingers now, pulsing and gushing, while your own hand grips his thin white tank, pulling him closer. Your eyes roll back, he watches you avidly, every fucking expression while he feels you pulsing on his digits. "You didn't answer me, pretty, that won't do."

He pouts when he pulls his fingers out again, releasing your throat right before you nearly faint, cunt still pulsing. You try to gather yourself, when he's slipping those fingers in his mouth, moaning while he sucks all your arousal off them. He's ripped your top off, moaning as he sees your tits gently bounce out, his own dog tags dangling right between the two of them.

"Look who's right by your heart, hmm?" He presses the cool metal to your lips now, prompting you to kiss them, as he smiles so sweetly, like he hadn't just fucked your head up and tripped you. "Do you wear this every day?"

"Yes."

"Every night?"

"Yes." Your answer ends him, when he picks you up like you're nothing, dragging you right to the plush, soft rug beneath you both, hovering over you, his new tags dangling, as your fingers slip up over his strong chest, his eyes glinting with something you can't quite describe, the situation overwhelming your senses.

"I need to take better care of you, if you feel you need all these 'friends' then I'm not doing my job. I should be more than enough for you." He's leaned up, pulling up his shirt just a bit, revealing rippling abs that you've looked at far too often. "Is that it, I didn't take care of you good enough?"

"No, Caleb you always take care of me. I just... we..." Your thoughts trail off when he's slipped down his sweats, and you see his cock, so long and thick you're unsure you could take it, already oozing precum out of his reddened tip.

"Cat got your tongue, pip squeak? Keep talking, I'm listening, I always listen don't I?" He's leaned over you with one strong arm, yanking your thighs apart further, when you feel his length against your inner thigh, hot and heavy, precum sticking to you, as he cups your face so gently. "I'll listen to every moan, every whisper, so I learn everything your pretty, perfect body likes."

"Oh my god." He's brushing his tip against your engorged clit now, smiling down at you, at how pretty you are on this rug beneath him, your lashes fluttering.

"You work too hard, you need to be massaged everywhere. How could I not see this?" He's shoved his cock so deep inside you then you scream out, and he moans, feeling the stretch, of so many fucking inches. "Look how greedy, she's trying to take him all. Ahh, did you miss me this much?"

You're unable to respond to anything when he's shoved his cock so deep you're stuffed full, whimpering out as your walls struggle to stretch for him, and he's just a breath over you, lips drinking up yours then, finally kissing you after so long, before he is pulling back and shoving so deep he hits your cervix. You're sobbing it feels so fucking good, all while he can't rip his eyes off your face, the dark violet depths swirling.

"Waited so long for this, god don't you know?" He's mumbling now, lost in you, pulling back and smirking as he watches it, his lengthy cock getting sucked inside your too small hole, and the bulge in your tummy. "Look, I hit so fucking deep, don't I?" He grips your chin, shoving your head down so you see it, blushing furious.

"I... that's... s-so big I..." He's moaning as he watches it, his cock making that bulge as he goes achingly slow.

"Look at me fill you, fuck I should keep filling you too, until you can't even think. I need your brain shut off, and focused on me, yeah?" You're already fucked out and stupid, you can only stare at the bulge and blush, when he thrusts his hips with a snap, having you drooling all over his cock. "Can't think of other men now, can you?"

You can't think of a fucking thing, including what's happening, as Caleb begins fucking you harder, faster, delicately kissing your lips like he's making love, as his heavy balls slap your ass with every single filthy fucking thrust. He's whispering your name, until he's got you firm in a mating press, spitting down right on your clit and moaning at the sight.

Folded in half, god you feel so small under him, while his babbling hits your incoherent brain, the lewd slapping of his skin and how wet you are filling the living room. "Only me, I need it to only be me, me inside you, me everywhere."

"Caleb- you... f-fuck!" He's cupping your face as he folds you in that mating press, grinning feral, something unleashed that's damn near scary, but you just want more, nails pressing crescent moons against his biceps.

"Only me. Only me. Mine. Mine. Mine." He's huffing those words as you cum all around his cock, pausing him briefly, feeling your aftershocks grip him, your cunt so messy she's dripping down his balls, down to the rug, making the sounds even louder, the squishing and clicking. "I know, honey, I know, you want me to cum inside, huh?"

"Please. Please." He's smiling, you're being so good for him, and who is he to ever deny his pretty girl anything.

"I'll give you anythign you ask for, don't worry. I'll fill you so good, so, so good, yeah- ha fuck you- ah..." He's stuttering now, faster and harder, his eyes flashing then. "Only me, say it."

"Only y-you... ah- ngh!" You're screaming when he's fucking you so hard it hurts, leaned up to press the backs of your thighs.

"That's it, gonna forget them all, aren't you? Anyone."

"F-forget." Your weak response lets him lose his mind, big hands bruising, his dog tags swinging against your face when he pounds your cunt so hard, cumming so much, with his head thrown back, groaning so loud until it turns into a weak cry, as his hot gooey load coats your pussy everywhere.

"That's it, fuckin perfect pussy, God my good girl, aren't you? Taking me so well." He's murmuring, easing as you're cumming just from him coating your walls, he lets your thighs fall, moaning and kissing you, desperate and hungry. "You alright, pip squeak? Was it too much?"

"It was a lot I..." He's laughing now, softly, pulling back and out, watching the mess of creamy cum pouring down all over, groaning at the sight, you flush as you look down, seeing it all.

"You could have told me you needed more, don't you know how long I've waited for this? I wanted to be your first though, honey, tsk..." He's fingering the cum, making you jerk, so sensitive now, his lips quirking up. "Know how many times I've stroked it? Picturing just this, filling you up?"

"Y-you did?" He's shoving that cum deep, you grip his wrist, gasping now. "Caleb!"

"You're wasting it, that just won't do, I need you to be a good girl." His husky whisper along with those rough fingers makes you cry out.

"Sensitive!"

"You can take more, can't you?" He's shoving cum back in your eager whole, moaning at the sight, his cock already standing back at attention. "I think I know what I need to do, so you never call any of these 'friends' again."

"What?" Your eyes roll back when he's curling his fingers again, hovering over you and grinning, his toned body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"I'll keep filling you, until you're dripping me constantly." Caleb's got you in your bed next, lapping his own cum right out of your cunt, taste buds dragging in every flavor of the two of you, having you cum over and over, until you're stupid. "Look, so fucked out, aww. You're drooling pip squeak, lemme get that."

He's swiping at your chin, before he's sucking your clit in his mouth again, and you're losing sense of everything, he's fucking you again, bent over, then again, on your stomach, so many loads inside you you're bloated and full, too full. You pass out on him soon, he sighs as he looks at you, so pretty as always in your sleep.

"Ah, pip squeak, we'll have to work on that stamina." He's cleaned you all up, putting your favorite pajamas on you, while you're lightly snoring, clearly he'd been a little too much.

Caleb had waited for years and years after all, for just this moment.

"Sweet dreams, my love. Future wife." He's laughing softly, you don't know just all his plans yet. He goes towards the kitchen to down some water, still naked in your apartment, cock gently swaying when he grabs his sweats, your panties still tucked in his pocket. He slips them on, frowning as he sees your phone light up, texts from Zayne and Sylus.

That just won't do.

He unlocks your phone with ease, it's his birthday of course, you love him even if you don't know how much yet. No worries. Caleb deletes every contact and message, keeping only him, because that's all you'll need now! You won't even be in this apartment soon, he can already picture you at his place, constantly having his babies.

He smiles as he holds you against him that night, but even after fucking you so deep, so much, just seeing you sleeping makes him hard again, and he has to stroke his aching cock just looking at you, waiting for you to wake up.

lmk if you want more Caleb and his freaky ass lol <3

tags- @ember-stars @luvleixo @sickleddreamer @ravenbc @honeymoonfleur @mcdepressed290 @ghostskilledmyaddiction21 @valleydoli perm- @alt--er--love @indiewritesxoxo @nanasukii28 @cuntphoric @loafteaw @n1vi @miizuzu @beachaddict48 @honeybunnnnie @re-tired-succubus @gojosukuna2268 @waterfal-ling @1brii @wise-fangirl @moncher-ire @orikixx @uhnosav @baepsays @designerpvssy @orixxxana @airandyeah @nina-from-317 @evelynxxo @naammiii @soyokosuguru @espresso1patronum @tomboy-disaster @iam-souless @lanii-i @cristy-101 @doeeyestoji  @cvixmei @mutsu422 @ivyvenus333 @g00seg1rl @suki91 @satoao-main @fairygardenprincesss @theonlyjuggernaut @huntyhuntycunty

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Hmmmm...Did you write the LNDS men of "How their lovemaking look like"? If not, what is their kind of lovemaking look like? Is it rough and passionate, sensual and intimate with a deeper connection?

໒꒱ ₊˚ THEIR LOVEMAKING ?!

❧ warnings : fem!reader. nsfw/smut, p*ssy drunk men, biting & marking, creampie, manhandling, mild degradation, non-stop s*x size kink & difference and Xavier is a freak in his part.

❧ note : i was waiting for someone to send me an ask like this. ily.

．𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 — 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓋ℴ𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓇.

Sylus doesn’t just fuck—he consumes. His desire is a bottomless pit, insatiable and overwhelming, and he buries himself in them like he’s trying to lose himself completely. His cock forces you open, stretching your pussy around his girth, thrusting in deep, slow, intentional. He makes you feel every inch, dragging against their walls until your gasping, shuddering, their body betraying you as you squeeze down on him.

His grip is unyielding. Fingers digging into their hips, forcing you still, holding them in place while he watches your body react, burning the sight into his memory. He wants to hear you break—hear the way your moans crack, the way you beg without meaning to. He feeds off of it. His mouth is on you constantly, sucking marks onto your throat, biting your shoulder, tongue lapping at the sweat beading on your skin.

His voice is a low rasp against your ear, rough, strained—“Take it. Let me feel you.” Not a command. A demand. His thrusts grow rougher, deeper, hips snapping against theirs with force, the wet sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the dimly lit room. He’s lost in you, drunk off the way your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock, pulling him in like you don’t want him to leave.

And he won’t. Even when he fills you, pumping you full with thick, hot cum, Sylus doesn’t pull out. He stays inside, cock still throbbing, stretching you open, keeping you full. His breath is ragged, lips brushing against your temple as he murmurs, “I need more.”

And then he starts moving again.

．𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 －𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒸ℯ.

Caleb fucks like he fights—mercilessly, all-consuming, and without hesitation. He doesn't slow down, doesn't ease you into it. The moment he's inside, stretching your pussy around his cock, it's over. His thrusts are rough and fast, forcing you to take him, knocking the breath from your lungs with every snap of his hips. He’s big, and he makes sure you feel it—feel the way he splits you open, fills you so deep your legs shake from the sheer intensity of it.

He holds nothing back. His grip on your thighs is bruising as he keeps them spread, keeping you wide open for him, helpless beneath his relentless pace. There's no escape, no chance to catch your breath. His cock pounds into you, dragging against your walls with each brutal thrust, every stroke sending another shock of pleasure straight to your core. You’re shaking, overstimulated, but Caleb doesn’t stop—not until he’s gotten his fill.

His voice is low, breathless, rasping against your skin as he leans down, pinning you beneath his weight. “You can take it. Don’t run from me.” His teeth graze your neck before he bites down, hard, leaving marks, staking his claim in a way that makes your body clench around him. The second he feels it, he laughs, a rough, breathy sound against your ear—like he knew you couldn’t resist him.

His cock twitches inside you, driving in deeper, faster, harder. His body tenses, muscles straining as he slams into you with one final thrust, spilling inside, filling you up with thick, hot cum. But even then, he doesn't pull out. Doesn't move. Just stays there, cock still throbbing inside you, making sure every last drop stays right where he put it.

Caleb presses his forehead against yours, breath still heavy, his fingers tightening around your hips as if daring you to move. Then, with a smirk and a rough kiss against your lips, he murmurs—“We’re not done.”

And just like that, he starts again.

． 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 － 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝑔ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇.

Zayne makes love like he’s savoring every second, like he’s memorizing the way you feel beneath him. His touch is firm but tender, guiding your body with ease, making sure you’re comfortable, worshiped, and wanted. He kisses you slowly, deeply, taking his time as he slides his cock inside you, stretching you open inch by inch until you’re completely full. He groans softly against your lips, feeling the way your walls flutter around him, trying to adjust to his size. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, as if he’s already drunk off the feeling of you.

His pace is slow at first, deliberate—he wants you to feel everything, to savor every drag of his cock against your walls, every inch sinking deeper, pressing into spots that make your breath hitch. His hands roam your body, tracing your curves, holding you close, making sure you never slip away from him. He watches every reaction, memorizing the way your lips part, the way your back arches, how your fingers clutch at him like you need him.

“Look at me,” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers tangling with yours, pressing your hands down beside your head. His thrusts grow deeper, hitting the spot that makes you tremble, makes soft moans spill from your lips. His forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours, lost in the moment. He’s passionate but controlled, making love to you like he has all the time in the world—as if nothing else exists beyond this.

As your pleasure builds, his movements grow more desperate, his breathing heavier, his control slipping as he thrusts harder, deeper, chasing the feeling of being as close to you as possible. His grip on your hands tightens, his lips brushing against your skin as he groans, “I need to feel you come around me.” And when you do—when your body clenches down on him, trembling beneath him—he follows, his cock pulsing inside you, spilling his warmth deep inside, filling you up completely.

Even after, he doesn’t pull away. He stays buried inside you, holding you close, his lips tracing lazy kisses along your jaw. His voice is a quiet whisper against your ear, full of affection, “I don’t want to let go.”

．𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 － 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀.

Xavier is a force of nature in bed—wild, eager, and unrestrained. The moment he’s inside you, he’s on fire, driven by an overwhelming desire to pleasure you and himself in equal measure. His hands are all over you, pulling your body close, keeping you right where he wants you as his cock stretches you open, moving with a desperation that only fuels his hunger. His thrusts are fast, almost frantic, as if he’s trying to lose himself in you, as if he needs to feel you swallow him whole.

His voice is thick with need, rough and low as he growls, “You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you? You won’t run from me.” The words are almost taunting, daring you to feel the heat of his craving, the way his body demands to be used. He’s demanding in his own way, but there’s a subtle submission beneath it all—a quiet desperation to please you, to make sure you’re as overwhelmed by him as he is by you.

His cock drives into you with relentless force, hitting places that have you gasping, your body shaking under him. He’s rough, no doubt, but it’s more than that—there’s a freakish hunger in the way he fucks, an unhinged need to feel everything. His fingers dig into your skin, his chest pressed against yours, sweat slicking your bodies together as his hips snap faster, harder, chasing that edge, pulling you with him.

When he feels you starting to unravel beneath him, he loves it. His mouth finds your neck, biting down on your skin as he whispers, “Fuck, you’re perfect. You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop.” His voice cracks as he groans, the desperation in his tone almost needy, like he’s begging for more, begging you to let him ruin you.

Xavier isn’t afraid to let go of control, but when he does, it’s a complete submission. As he comes inside you, hot and thick, he falls apart with a moan, his cock twitching, pumping every last drop into you, feeling the tremors rattle through his body. And then, when he’s done, he doesn’t pull away—he collapses against you, panting, soft, his head buried in the crook of your neck, whispering, “I’ll always let you take control. Just... fuck, you’re too good.”

He’s not afraid to let you see his vulnerability, even in the aftermath of that primal need.

．𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 －𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒻𝓊𝓁 ℴ𝓃ℯ.

Rafayel is the kind of lover who turns the bedroom into a playground, not taking things too seriously but still knowing exactly how to make you melt. He’s a bit of a goof, always with a wide grin on his face, as if he’s just as excited to have you as you are to have him. His cock isn’t the biggest, but the way he uses it is pure fun—enthusiastic and eager, every thrust coming with a playful, almost mischievous energy.

He’s not smooth—no, that’s not his thing. He fumbles a little as he tries to position you just right, his hands a little too clumsy, but it only adds to his charm. “Wait, wait... Okay, hold on. Got it!” He says, breathless with a chuckle, before finally finding the rhythm. His pace is all over the place at first, but he’s trying so hard, grinning like a fool every time you moan, completely adoring the sounds you make.

His voice is lighthearted, teasing as he looks at you with bright eyes, his breath coming in shallow pants. “Oh, shit, you feel so good. Wait, did I just—oops!”He laughs, a little embarrassed by his own awkwardness, but he doesn’t stop. He really doesn’t stop—he’s just trying to make you feel as good as he does, even if he’s a little clueless about how to do it just right.

His cock slides in and out of you with a goofy grin plastered on his face, his hands holding your hips tightly but not with the roughness of others. His touch is gentle, like he’s treating you like something delicate, though his enthusiasm might suggest otherwise. “You’re so warm... I think I can do better. You ready?” He asks between thrusts, not realizing just how perfectly he’s already making you feel.

There’s something so endearing about his approach—he’s a little bit of a mess, but you can’t help but laugh and enjoy the moment. When he finally comes, his face is flushed, a goofy grin on his lips as he breathes out a satisfied, “That was awesome. I’m a pro, huh?”

Even after, he’s still silly, holding you close, nuzzling your neck. “That was fun, right? We should do that again… maybe with less accidents next time.”

© 2024-2025 blueberrisdove-sideblog all rights reserved. pretty please, do not steal my dividers, translate and plagiarize any of my works, or either repost my works in any other platform without asking, thank you!

[honeyblackberries]

In the back seat (18+)

caleb x fem reader/mc smut

minors dni | inspired by diet pepsi by addison rae | cross-posted to ao3

word count: 1466

cw: simp caleb, soft dom caleb, he also likes to bite, pantie freak caleb, reader enables him, praise, oral (fem receiving), p in v, responsible car sex <333 (don't get freaky in a rental car irl), irresponsible intercourse (caleb doesn’t wrap it before he taps it), porn with feelings, porn no plot because idk how to write plot but i also can’t really write porn so maybe this is a secret third thing, no set pov.

names used: pips (pipsqueak but cuter), good girl, pretty girl, my girl

If Caleb is being honest with himself this moment is something straight out of his teenage fantasies. Driving along the coast with you in the passenger's seat, listening as you sing along to a song that’s been on repeat for the past half hour. Hair softly blowing in the wind as the late afternoon sun glows behind you like a halo.

You’re an angel he thinks, how else could you bless him with such a gift on one of his rare days off. The keys to his dream car—with the disclaimer that it was only a rental during his visit to Linkon—and that short sundress… His gaze unconsciously drifts from the road and onto you.

Maybe wet dreams are a better description for this. The way the hem of your dress rides up your thighs while you shift to find a more comfortable position, cotton panties peeking out underneath it.

Your eyes meet his and Caleb feels his pants tighten.

Today was supposed to be a well deserved break from all the demands that come with being the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel. Something relaxing. Yet he can’t help but feel inclined to the complete opposite. Back ramrod straight and hand, previously loose and confident on the wheel, now gripping it so tight that his knuckles strain.

“I'm happy you’re here,” you say sweetly and he has to stop himself from acting like a horny dog. “Is there anything you wanna do before we head home?”

“Eat you out,” he thinks dreamily.

“..What?”

Shit. Shit. How could he say that out loud!? He’s an idiot, a depraved fool—

“Well, okay.”

He almost crashes the car.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to—I mean—I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” you laugh at him and he isn’t sure whether to be mortified or turned on.

“Pull over.” He does.

Caleb doesn’t realise it but despite the less than innocent circumstances his silly reaction makes you smile. Happy at the expression that settles on his handsome face. How his eyes light up in a way you never really see anymore, giddy and unrestrained.

‘Cute,’ you want to tease, but he’s already rolling the tinted windows up. Undoing his seatbelt and moving into the back seat. Oh how could you keep him waiting when he’s just so eager? You undo your own seatbelt and amusedly follow along. Moving to get on top of him.

“Don’t hover pips,” he instructs—in that know-it-all voice he’s used since you were kids—and you don’t get the chance to consider it. Not when his hands trail under your skirt to grab your thighs and impatiently bring you down onto his face.

“Fuck you smell so good,” his nose presses right against your clothed heat. He inhales deeply. “I could get off just from smelling you, just from smelling these,” his lips part to let teeth graze the thin fabric of your panties.

“I can keep 'em when we're done, yeah?” His hot breath makes a shiver run through you in anticipation. His tongue licks down the centre where a wet patch starts to form. “I’ll cook dinner in return.”

You want to argue that he always cooks dinner. But you want what he’s currently offering more.

Your small hum of agreement is all he needs.

Safe to say, Caleb does mouth at you like a dog. Desperate, hungry, tongue heavy and slobbering. You have to push yourself against his chest to keep steady. The toned muscles there flexing as he eats like he’s been starved.

“Good girl, sittin’ so pretty for me,” his praise is barely understandable. Voice muffled and lower than a moment ago.

One of his hands leaves your thighs, his fingers moving to the fabric separating you. He teasingly pulls it back and lets go, a light snap against your skin. You flinch and he chuckles in response. He then pushes it to the side to expose you bare to him. Continuing to lick, this time with the addition of his thumb rubbing directly against your sensitive bud.

“Delicious,” he moans at the taste and sucks at your clit for more.

You’re not sure how long you last before everything crashes down all at once. Your orgasm racking your body and leaving you trembling. Dripping right into his open mouth.

The way your breath hitches and small whines you make when you cum always remind him how he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs. Forever wanting you pliant in his hold like this.

As you start to feel yourself coming down from the high, Caleb lightly bites at your tender flesh, making you yelp. He places a soft kiss in apology, even though you both know he isn’t sorry in the slightest.

In an act of revenge you start to reach for where he needs it. Fingertips barely brushing the large tent in his pants before he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Next time pips, I’ll go crazy if I’m not inside you soon.” At that you’re suddenly flipped around, back pressed against the leather seat. Wedged in the cramped space afforded to you between the car and his large body.

Caleb looks down at you with a wide grin. The lower half of his face damp with your arousal and his own saliva.

“Let me put it in?”

Even when he’s like this the words come out as a question. He’ll only do it if you let him, only if you want it half as much as he does. His silver necklace dangles in front of you and reflected in it is your lips, curled up into an affirmative.

Caleb wastes no time. Hurriedly undoing his pants and freeing his hard leaking cock. Leaning over you with one hand beside your head as the other grasps his reddened tip and nudges you panties to the side with it. Lining himself up he sinks into you slowly.

“You’re heaven,” he yaps, already pussy drunk. "You feel like heaven, ugh—like you were made for me. Weren’t you?”

He shakes his head at his own words, as if a better explanation came to him. Then he resolutely bottoms out inside you.

“No, I was the one made for you.”

“Caleb—” you whine at the feeling of being so full. Arms moving to wrap around his torso, not sure if to hold him closer or push him away.

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to fight off the orgasm that would have had him cumming from the way you say his name. Testingly, he pulls out slightly just to push back in. Repeating shallow thrusts to get you comfortable.

“More,” you beg.

“Of course,” he kisses you and you can taste yourself on him. “I aim to please.” His pace quickens, becoming rough. You can’t help but clench at the immediate change.

“Oh shit—loosen up pretty girl.” You try to.

Over and over you feel his cock try to make your cunt give in to him, and when he feels the grip of your walls ease up slightly he angles his hips to hit deeper.

You claw at his back, the fabric of his shirt catching under your fingers. The feeling of him too much.

“You like that huh?”

The car windows are fogging at the spike in body heat, neither of you letting up until you both get your fill. The sounds of shallow breathing and skin against skin the only thing that can be heard.

Caleb bites your lip when he kisses you in between thrusts. Like he wants to devour you in every way possible.

“I’m—close,” you bury your face into his neck, trying to ground yourself.

He nearly slips entirely out of you. Hips starting to lose their rhythm, a sign that he is too.

“I know—fuck—cum with me.”

Your release comes first, and he doesn’t last long after.

“That's my girl.”

His movements slow as he spills into you. A white ring forming around the base of him as a mix of both your cum tries to leak out. He grinds a few times to make sure it stays then collapses on top of you.

The two of you remain like that for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of your chests pressed together as you cool down. Caleb’s cock slowly going limp inside you.

His hands move to cradle your face, gently stroking your cheeks as he kisses all over with cherishing lightness.

“I love you.”

“Love you too Caleb.”

Then he has to go and ruin the moment.

“Panties please,” he holds out his hand. Asking for a treat.

You sigh, the post-nut clarity kicking in. “I’ll give it to you after I wash it.”

“Don’t wash it.”

“...”

a/n: rip need everyone to know this was initially supposed to be a sylus fic. also what do we think do we like me actually trying to make the layout nice/not write in all lowercase??

[cherryredstarz]

Panties 🎀

Cw: NSFW, pervy nasty Caleb being NASTAYYYY

Caleb’s a pervert. He’s incredibly aware of the fact—he’s been like this for a long while. Ever since he was a teenager, when he’d first discovered porn. He’d jerk off in the middle of the night, once he was sure you and Grandma were fast asleep. Fisting his dick, he’d watch videos of girls…that looked like you.

It’s unsurprising; Caleb has liked you since you were babies. He feared, however, you’d only always see him as an overprotective brother figure and not something more.

Then, he joined the Farspace Fleet and rose to the rank of Colonel. When you attempted to infiltrate the Farspace Fleet and learned Caleb was alive, you both knew he wasn’t the same kindhearted boy from your childhood. But your bond was renewed—you both became closer than ever.

You were Caleb’s girl—you both knew it and were crazy for each other.

Often, you stayed the night at Caleb’s apartment in Skyhaven—you’d sleep with him on the couch, in bed, even on the floor (sometimes it just feels better).

Currently, you are fast asleep, snuggled up with one of his pillows, in his bed. You slept over so often you had your own drawers of clothing in his room; of which he was taking full advantage of.

Quietly, Caleb opened your pantie drawer, and pulled out a lacy little pair you’d bought to surprise him with. It was a miracle he hadn’t ruined them while on you. But he was in the bathroom, holding that damned pair of underwear to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before fisting the panties around his dick. He moaned quietly, going until his body was twitching and the lacy scrap of fabric was soaked with cum. He’d tuck it away in his laundry basket; you wouldn’t have to know.

[kissandtellus]

Pushing the latest Chapter before I post the next one!

Warning, Bite Risk: Chapter 6

ೃ⁀➷ Synopsis: Caleb sits down with Dr. Zayne for his first treatment. Zayne learns about the horrors that led Caleb to end up in MC’s hands.

ೃ⁀➷ Warnings: Talks of PTSD, experimentation, Trauma, reliving trauma.

Tag List: @mcdepressed290 , @seventeen-x , @rorel1a , @skylarkse , @blorbohunter @teacupwaifu , @lewdcifer778, @eiradragonsong

Caleb and Zayne very slowly started to tolerate each others presence. Especially when it came to Caleb’s treatments at Zayne’s clinic.

“Open your mouth.” Zayne says calmly, the order coming like second nature to him.

Caleb grits his teeth in annoyance, but does as he's told. His eyes are narrowed as Zayne examines his mouth with a small light, checking his teeth and his tongue.

His expression is one of barely contained anger, as if he doesn't like having someone this close to him. And the person in front of him is the very person he wants to throttle.

Zayne seems to realize this too, and he backs away from Caleb, putting his equipment away. He gives an annoyed huff, glancing up at him before speaking again.

“Are you going to be cooperative for the rest of the examination, or do I have to deal with your attitude this whole time?” He asks, clearly annoyed with Caleb's refusal to be compliant.

His expression is one of irritation, as if he doesn't really expect a straight answer from Caleb.

“I want MC.” Of course he does, he always wants her. She was a full-time Hunter, so Zayne would be stuck with the overgrown mutt for the rest of the day.

“She’s out scouting, as usual.” Zayne replies nonchalantly as he cleans the stethoscope's earpieces.

His eyes narrow, and he looks at Caleb with annoyance in his eyes. “And I’m not some babysitter for you. You and I are going to get to know each other, so quit the crap and let’s start getting along.” He says firmly, as if that’s actually an option.

He then sighs in frustration. “And stop asking for her every five seconds. I know you miss her, but that isn't going to change.”

Zayne grabs Caleb’s jaw, looks at the absolutely massive canines in his mouth. He looks at the way his jaw is wired in odd places.

Caleb was bred, or created, to be a fucking machine on the battlefield.

Caleb’s eyes narrow, and his hackles rise instantly.

He growls, his eyes narrowing more as he tries to pull his head back, but to no avail. He glares at Zayne, trying with all his might to make eye contact with the man.

His fangs gleam in the light, his sharp canines looking as dangerous as the Hybrid himself.

“Let go!” He snaps with a snarl, his voice filled with agitation as he desperately tries to wriggle away from him.

Zayne looks at the teeth, and his eyes are narrow in concentration. His face is unreadable, and his mouth is pressed into a thin line.

When he lets go, he's quick to put some distance between them, his eyes narrowing even more. “I need to know what you are, so I can make sure you’re healthy.Don’t be such a child about it.” He snarls.

He looks at Caleb, and there's no denying the anger in his gaze. “Now strip or I'll do it myself."

Caleb’s snarl turns to a smirk as he stands from the table. He begins to shed layer after layer of his clothes. Zayne knew the Hybrid had to be physically fit for being a Farspace Fleet Mutt.

But he has no idea how far that went.

As the shirts are stripped away, it reveals a muscular, built torso that could belong to a male model.

His eyes flicker over Caleb’s body, and they linger on the scars that litter his skin. There are many, and they aren't all just in one place. Every part of him is covered in scars. His chest, his back, his stomach, his everywhere.

All of them look old as he gives him a once over.

He stares at them all, and his eyes linger on a particularly nasty, jagged one on his left shoulder.

Someone tried to take out his heart.

His gaze moves up to Caleb's face, and his eyes are filled with a look that says, “You're lucky I've never tried to do that to you.”

He tosses the sweatshirt back the Hybrid so he’s not flaunting his physique anymore. He looks away from Caleb and back to his notes. "I'm going to ask you a set of questions. You can ask me anything in return." He says, his voice a little softer than before.

Caleb narrows his eyes at Zayne, not trusting that his question will be answered. But he nods anyway, a silent agreement that he's willing to try and get along with the man he hates.

At least, he's willing to try until he starts to feel threatened again, which is when all sense of trying will go out the window. For now, he's still at least trying to cooperate.

Zayne looks at him with a bored expression, then goes back to flipping through his notebook. "Is this your first time escaping from the Farspace Fleet?"

He looks up quickly, before adding, "That's technically two questions, but don't bother trying to fight me on it. Consider it a freebie, because I'm an amazing person."

Caleb blinks, taken off guard by the question. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He replies cautiously, his eyes narrowing.

He takes a step back, and he crosses his arms over his chest. He’s eyeing Zayne carefully, and his tail is swishing back and forth as he waits.

He’s not exactly the best at being still. Or patient.

He’s about to open his mouth to repeat himself, but Zayne cuts him off with a glare and a raised hand.

"Stop talking. That counts as one of your questions." Zayne says in a bored voice, looking down at his notebook.

He writes something down, before looking back up at Caleb, and raising an eyebrow. "Is it a yes or no?"

He's being condescending, and the look of annoyance on his face is clear.

Clearly he's not going to be a very good sport about this.

Caleb glares at him for a moment, his eyes narrowing. His hands are clenched into fists now, and he leans in, and lets out a low growl.

He's ready to bite off Zayne's head, and the tension between them is thick.

When he next speaks, his voice is low, and he's clearly trying to keep his anger reined in. "No."

"That's what I thought." He replies calmly, writing down an 'N' on his sheet of paper.

Then he looks back up, his expression unreadable, and his eyes are narrow as if he's trying to solve the puzzle that is Caleb.

"Do you remember what your life was like before the Farspace Fleet?" His tone is softer now, and he seems genuinely curious.

His eyes go distant for a moment, as if he's picturing something from long ago. He frowns again, and gives the answer that Zayne wants to hear.

"No. I don't." his voice is distant, as if he's not even sure if he's telling the entire truth.

He looks directly back at Zayne, his expression guarded.

"Your turn."

Caleb leans forward on the table, elbows on his knees, back and shoulders rippling with pure strength. “Why did MC leave you and break off the engagement?”

Zayne narrows his eyes at him, and he raises an eyebrow. "Now, that's two questions for me. You're getting sloppy."

He looks him up and down with irritation, and he grumbles. But then he sighs, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"We had a disagreement.” he says, his tone flat. He seems to be trying to hide the emotion behind that statement. His eyes drift away, and then he looks back at Caleb. "Your turn."

Caleb looks at him suspiciously, and his eyes are narrow. "You didn't answer my question." He snaps, his expression turning into a glare.

He leans in, his tone a low growl. "What kind of disagreement did you have?"

It's obvious that he doesn't trust a single thing that Zayne says, as if the other man has ulterior motives. He isn't sure if Zayne is telling the truth or not, and he's not going to assume the best.

Not of Zayne.

"It wasn’t a nice disagreement, Caleb." Zayne mutters, running a hand through his hair.

His eyes flick back to meet Caleb's, and his gaze is hard. But his expression softens, and his eyes are filled with the first hint of emotion.

"I wanted to... I wanted to start a family.”He says the words quietly, but it's still said with a hint of sadness.

He frowns, and he takes a deep breath. "Your turn."

Caleb raises an eyebrow, and he looks genuinely surprised that Zayne wanted to settle down. From his perspective, he’d always seen Zayne as being too focused on his work to want something so domestic.

His ears lower a little, and his eyes narrow. “…and MC didn’t?” He asks quietly. It’s clear he doesn’t understand why.

"No," he sighs, "she... she didn't want children." He seems sad at the prospect, at the rejection. “She wouldn't elaborate further on it. She just said it was 'complicated'."

He frowns deeper, and leans back in the chair, his eyebrows knit together in thought. He looks like a man trying to figure out the answer to a complicated puzzle, but is only left with more questions than answers.

"Your turn." He repeats.

Caleb blinks in surprise at hearing this. He clearly doesn't understand why not.

After all, Hybrid’s like Caleb usually have a common goal at a point their lives, breed and then die.

He leans in, tilting his head to the right with an odd look on his face. His ears are lowered a little, and he seems genuinely confused.

"Why would it be complicated?" He asks, his brow furrowed. "MC has everything going right for her. If she wanted to settle down, she would." He says, as if it's that simple.

"Yes, well, life is complicated.” Zayne says a little bitterly, but his voice cracks slightly. He turns his face away for a moment, and his brow is furrowed as he seems lost in thought.

He takes a few deep breaths, and he wipes a hand across his face. When he turns back to Caleb, his expression is unreadable once more. He seems to have regained control. He's back to being the cool, calculated Doctor he usually is.

"Asking about personal relationships with MC isn't on the list of approved questions here, Caleb."

Caleb stares at him with narrowed eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. “That’s not what I asked.” He grumbles, his gaze focused on the floor.

He seems angry at the answer, and he’s clearly not happy about being told his question isn’t allowed. He clenches his fist in defiance, but he doesn’t speak again.

He’s clearly upset, but he manages to restrain himself, his eyes going back to Zayne. His tone is more composed. “It’s your turn.”

Zayne is silent for a while as he stares at Caleb, his expression giving nothing away. His eyes look almost cold, as if he's sizing up the Hybrid in front of him.

He's clearly still upset about the questions, but he seems to shake it off, and his expression remains unreadable. He leans forward, his hands clasped together as he looks at Caleb.

“Tell me about your Handler in the Farspace Fleet. You are obviously terrified of them finding you, but you don’t seem to hold a hostility to him?”

Caleb bristles instantly, and his ears flatten as the hairs on his neck bristle.

He clearly doesn’t like the topic, his whole body tensing as he stares at Zayne. He’s silent for a long time, but then his jaw clenches, and he finally speaks.

“His name is Cayton.” He says, his voice filled with an anger that comes from being forced to talk about someone he hates. “And he is-was….my Handler.” He growls low. “Why?”

Zayne taps his pen on his clipboard. “Is he the reason your brain looks like a craft project?”

Caleb’s face hardens at the question, and he looks absolutely pissed, his eyes narrow. He leans forward, his eyes narrowed. “Is that one of your questions? Or a comment?” He asks, his hands clenching into fists.

He seems to be trying to control his anger, his voice filled with a cold fury. “If you’re asking me to tell you about, no. If not, say something else before I rip your throat out.” His voice is low and dangerous.

Zayne looks bored when Caleb threatens him with violence, and he yawns loudly as if to prove it.

He looks at him again, that same calm gaze but with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He seems intrigued, but not scared. “You’re awfully violent for a supposed dog.” He says, the disdain in his voice almost palpable. “Answer the question.”

His nose scrunches in anger as he hears the insult, and his lips pull back into a snarl. But then he sees the look in Zayne’s eyes, and he seems to be trying to suppress it.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He scoffs, and he looks down at the desk, clearly not happy about having to talk about this.

“It’s not a pretty story.” He says, his voice filled with bitterness.

“Nothing is pretty about the Farspace Fleet, Caleb.” Zayne replies, his voice sharp and cold. “They wanted to make the perfect soldier. That doesn’t mean they gave a damn how they did it.”

He seems to be testing the waters now, seeing how far he can push it with Caleb. “Cayton was just following orders, wasn’t he? Just like you.”

Caleb looks away from Zayne, and for a moment he’s quiet.

He looks back to Zayne, with a slight nod, and his eyes are filled with hurt. He seems to be struggling with the memory. His voice is quiet, and the words come from him as a whisper.

“You think I idolize him?” He shakes his head, and he lets out a dark laugh, his gaze never leaving Zayne. “No. If it weren’t for him, I’d be dead.”

Zayne grips his own tighter. “Caleb, he wasn’t a good man just because he kept you alive.” Zayne looks down at the x-ray he had taken of Caleb’s skull and his stomach twists.

Caleb gives an annoyed huff as hears this, and he narrows his eyes at Zayne, his ears drooping slightly. He’s clearly annoyed at Zayne’s words, his eyes narrowed, but he doesn’t lash out.

“I didn’t say he was, Doc.” He says with a hint of bitterness. He sighs, sounding annoyed as he adds. “You wanna know the full story, or are you going to make assumptions?”

“I’m not here to play mind reader, Caleb. You’re going to have to spell it out, but you’re not going to tell half-truths and sugarcoat it.” Zayne looks at him with an intense gaze, and his voice is filled with an emotion that Caleb can’t quite place. “If you want me to find a way to help you, I need to know the truth. All of it.”

He leans forward, his voice filled with bitterness and a hint of anger, but he doesn’t lash out. “So get talking.”

Caleb stares at him for a moment, then looks away again.

He stays quiet for a few moments, his expression dark and troubled. But then his gaze comes back to Zayne, and his voice is barely a whisper. “Okay, fine. But I’m not giving you a play-by-play. I can’t even remember most of it. But…”

He trails off, and he looks at Zayne with a frown, his expression filled with hesitation.

“I’ll listen Caleb.” He says in a tone that’s almost kind. “Whatever you need to say… take all the time you have to say it, and I’ll be here. I promise.”

He seems to be genuinely trying to help out the Hybrid. It looks like the anger is gone now, and his expression is warm, with an air of compassion.

His body language has changed too, his shoulders are more relaxed and he seems to be much more at ease. “We can take as much time as you need. Go on.”

Caleb looks at him for a long time, his gaze filled with caution as if he’s trying to find the lie. But it seems that Zayne is speaking the truth, and that he’s willing to listen.

He lets out a small sigh, and looks away as he starts to speak. “They did a test with a lot of us. It was supposed to create the perfect soldier.” He says quietly, and his eyes are closed now, as if he’s trying to block out the memory. “The Farspace Fleet was always experimenting…. Testing.”

He falls quiet for a moment, his eyes still closed as he’s trying to process the memory. “The doctors… they called it ‘The Hybrid Project’…” His hands clench in his lap, and his body seems to be filled with tension again. "...I-I can still remember the pain..."

His voice trails off, and his eyes go distant. It seems like the memory is still too painful to share.

He takes a deep breath, and seems to be forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, and his gaze comes back to Zayne. “Cayton… was one of the lead researchers. And… he took one look at me, and chose to let me survive.” As he speaks, a hint of bitterness is evident in his voice.

He lets out a low chuckle, and his eyes narrow. “Lucky me.”

He clenches his jaw, then continues, his voice filled with pain. “They treated us like animals. They did whatever they wanted to us.” He clenches his fists harder, and his tail comes to wrap around his leg. “It wasn’t enough to just enhance us, to make us into weapons. They had to make us obedient, too.”

He looks at Zayne again, his eyes narrowed. “They made us love our Handlers. Made it so that obeying was our only desire.”

His eyes seem to go cold, and his body goes tense once again. His tail swishes back and forth, clearly a sign of his agitation, and he leans forward to look at Zayne again. "It worked on a lot of them."

He sneers, and his gaze turns bitter. "I guess they weren't ready for a K9 Hybrid who still had the free will to be a giant pain in the ass."

He laughs once again, but it’s not a happy laugh. Instead, it’s filled with bitterness. "They made sure to tell Cayton my failings." He says bitterly, his gaze filled with pain.

He continues speaking, his voice filled with anger. "He just put it on the reports. He'd tell them that I did well on tests, but that I was a bad subject. He never told them he was letting me live on purpose. I was the luckiest one of all of us."

His voice goes cold once again, and his gaze turns distant. "It only worked for a few months..." He says quietly, his words barely audible.

His face is filled with a terrible sadness now, and he looks at Zayne with an expression that seems to say, ‘I've told you too much.'

"Then... everything went wrong.”

"What happened?" Zayne's voice is barely a whisper. He leans forward, his eyes locked on Caleb.

He seems interested in what the Hybrid has to say, and his eyes are filled with a hint of concern. He seems worried about what's been done to Caleb, and he seems to have forgotten about the previous hostility between them.

He's acting like a scientist again, but his question seems genuine. Instead of just a scientist's curiosity, it's almost as if he's showing concern.

He takes a deep breath, it seems to take all of his control to speak.

“They decided to go too far. Too fast.” He’s shaking a little now.

His eyes flicker over to Zayne, and his anger is still there. But there’s a hint of vulnerability there too, and he quickly looks away from him.

He looks back at the floor, his hands clenching in his lap as he speaks.

“My brothers started dying.”

Caleb feels the hairs on his neck stand. “They sent the Hybrid’s out on the missions the human’s didn’t want to do. We were dropping like flies…until I was the only survivor.”

His face is pale now as he continues to speak. His voice is barely a whisper now, and he looks like he's about to cry.

He clenches his fists harder, as if the action is all that's preventing him from breaking down.

"They decided that me being alive was something worth studying in itself." He laughs bitterly again, and his jaw trembles. "After all, I was the miracle Hybrid.”

His gaze turns to Zayne, and he narrows his eyes. "It didn't matter how many times I told them I wasn't special - they didn't care. I was too damn valuable for them to let me die."

He seems bitter at the whole thing, and this is the first time he's opened up about what happened to him.

"They told me I owed them my life, that I owed them everything. And Cayton? He was the one that got to help them study me."

He lets out another bitter laugh, and he looks at Zayne. "He liked to tell me that he was the one that got me this far. That I should be thankful for the hell I had to go through. Thankful that I was the one chosen to survive."

His eyes are cold now, and he looks at Zayne with contempt, but he still seems to be trying to contain his temper. "So yes, I guess you could say I hate him."

Caleb reaches up and touches the scar on his shoulder. “After an enemy nearly tore out my heart, Clayton was pissed when they rolled me in, half dead. But the way they trained us…all I wanted to do was please him.”

He’s silent for a moment, looking away from Zayne as he seems to be trying to block out the memories.

He seems to be trying to control his rage, his jaw clenched. But when he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous. “You want to know what they tried to do to make me obedient, Doc?” He asks, his eyes narrowing.

He turns to look at Zayne, his gaze cold and determined. “It wasn’t just the conditioning that they put us through.”

Zayne's expression goes from one of concern, to one of surprise as he hears this. His eyes widen, and his eyebrows go up.

His eyes go wide as if he's realized he's getting a rare opportunity to hear what happened to Caleb from his own mouth. But he doesn't look horrified. No, instead, he looks interested, and his eyes are filled with curiosity.

He seems to be waiting for him to continue. "Go on, Caleb. I'm listening."

Caleb's gaze hardens, and his voice is filled with pain. "They put a chip in the base of our necks.” He says, his voice filled with bitterness. “They wired us like dogs."

He turns to look at Zayne, his eyes filled with pain. "It was easy for them to change us. One press on a button and we're obedient. Always.” His voice trails off, as if the memories are too painful to recall. “We didn’t have a choice.”

He glares at Zayne, his face filled with contempt. “And guess who got to monitor the chip that had me on a leash?” He asks, his voice filled with anger.

His eyes are narrow now, and he leans in closer now as if ready to attack.

“Cayton held my leash. He’s the reason I feel like I owe him my life. It wasn’t my choice, I just wanted to please him. But you already knew that…”

He narrows his eyes at Zayne, his anger clear. “He gave the orders for what I did. Where I went. If I was a bad dog, he’d shock me to get me to behave.”

He spits out the words, his hatred for Cayton clear. “He got his hands dirty. But he wasn’t about to make that public. So he made all the notes of what he did. All of it.”

He grits his teeth, and leans in so his face is only inches away from Zayne’s. “You know what he called it?”

He doesn’t wait for Zayne’s response, and instead, he spits the words out with contempt. “A scientific record. He wanted proof of what did to me. And he got it."

His eyes are full of pain as his voice fills with anger. “I didn’t think he could see what he did to me, but he did see. Every. Single. Thing.”

Caleb turns his head and take a deep breath. “But when MC found me at the shelter after I escaped and clawed out my chip….I thought she was an angel, a harpy sent to take me to the afterlife…”

His eyes are filled with pain as his voice softens a little. “And she let me live. She didn’t see a monster. She didn’t see a science experiment.”

Caleb looks down now, unable to meet Zayne's gaze. “She saved me, Zayne, and it’s not because of any programming. It’s because she’s good.”

He lets out a small sigh, and looks back up at Zayne. “I’d die for her, and I don’t need conditioning to feel that way about her.”

His gaze goes cold, and his eyes narrow. “So please, Zayne. You want to help me, right?” He asks, his tone pleading.

“All I need is her. I would do anything for her. She’s not a handler or a soldier..,she’s just her.”

His eyes are filled with tears, and his voice fills with emotion as he speaks. “She’s my family, my pack. She cares about me. I need her.”

He lets out a small sob, and he looks at Zayne, his expression filled with desperation. “So please, help me. Don't let them hurt her. Don't let them hurt me anymore. Don't let them use me to hurt her.”

He clenches his fists in his lap as if he's trying to keep himself from screaming.

Zayne stares at him for a moment, his expression unreadable. It seems he's still trying to absorb what he's heard about Caleb's experiences.

When he speaks, his voice is filled with a strange mix of sympathy, anger and pity. "I promise you, she'll be okay. I will protect her." He pauses, and his voice gets softer. "I will help you."

<-Previous Chapter

[elieenaliak]

Caleb who falls in love with a picky eater

Caleb who from a very young age knows that you’re not willing to touch most foods. he- not so- secretly observed you at lunch every-single-day for years to see what parts of you lunch you end up neglecting and now when he once again can cook for you, he is back at his not so subtle glances.

Caleb who never teases you about being picky, after all that’s what made him start cooking. making your life nicer is his biggest reward - nailing the flavours that you love and not even touching the ones that you don't like. He prefers to eat your leftovers as well- long finished his meal, he patiently waits for you to finish and give all that's you couldn't take anymore- with the portion size he is giving you, you might think you are an Olympic weightlifter.

Caleb who attempts -and succeeds- at bribing you through his food- he did win your heart through stomach after all- he is very giddy about it, giggling like a schoolgirl whenever he thinks about it - you love his food.

Caleb who knows it’s his life’s mission to make sure you are well fed.

Caleb who cooks for you three proper meals everyday, with no skip. you had to put a lock on kitchen door, to physically restrict him from cooking when he is sick, which did end up with him wailing about his "sugar" dying out of hunger.

Caleb who telepathically knows what you are going to prefer on specific days- Raining? Oh, he is already preparing soup, but not "just" soup. no, he is preparing "that one"- the Thai chicken soup, that you two tried once(3 years ago), while on a trip in Japan, the one you called delicious five times (he counted) -just to suggest it politely after.

Caleb who will take away any items off of a dish in any events-everywhere, all the time- you two visit before you even ask, hell even before you even can think about it, if he is not the cook.( his food, after all does not contain anything you have no taste for) nothing to be embarrassed about! food is meant to be enjoyed! and he will do anything, just for you not to worry.

Caleb who will quite literally do anything- backflip, sell his soul, be a monk, go bald, can even explode!- to make sure you’re happy, healthy, and not hungry!!

[mwphisto]

There is something so thrilling about trying to be quiet.

Something that urges Caleb to work harder, move faster, push the limits. Until you have no choice but to bite him to break him out of his trance before you really do get caught.

Grandma Josephine is right down the hall, after all. How shameful would it be if she caught her two adoptive children naked in the other’s bed.

But, for Caleb? That was part of the appeal. Some twisted part of his mind wanted to get caught by the old lady. And judging by the way you always found yourself in this position? You found the risk appealing too.

Your semester had come to an end, now you could spend the summer months in Linkon. Caleb’s training had also gone on break, giving him roughly a month before he needed to return to Skyhaven for more grueling work.

Two months apart… of course you two were jumping at the chance to be alone. Bidding grandma Josephine an early good night — y’know, the traveling was so exhausting that neither of you could wait to collapse in bed.

…yeah, okay.

God, Caleb wasn’t sure how he managed to contain himself from pouncing on you at the train station.

Hell, he just may have if Josephine hadn’t been accompanying you on the platform.

Given the amount of eye contact and silent conversations passed between the two of you? You weren’t doing much better. So much so that you and Caleb ended up in the front seat with a clueless Josephine in the back.

One hand on the wheel, the other sneakily resting on your bare thigh. Calloused fingers inching up…up…up…and— “Caleb, dear. How has training been?” Oh fuck off!

Some way, somehow, you two survived — barely.

Only thirty minutes after pretending to go to bed, you were slipping out of your bedroom window and shuffling along the slanted roof to tap on Caleb’s.

Everything from there was a bit of a blur. Hands and teeth, lips searing into your skin and then melding to your own. The familiar taste of Caleb, sticky sweet like the apple juice gran had bought just for him. How you had missed it so dearly over the last two months. Dreamt of it.

“Ah, ah… don’t try and hide.”

Somehow, you had gotten here. All clothing shed and discarded around his bedroom floor.

Your back pressed to his broad chest, your legs spread so wide it nearly hurt. You couldn’t close them if you wanted to, Caleb’s much larger ones slung over them and braced on the sheets so you were trapped by his body instead.

Perfectly spread out for him, all his to you and play with. The thought had him twitching against your back, smearing more sticky precum between heated skin.

His hands were both occupied, one roughly playing with your breast, the other running two fingers between slick folds. “You’re so soft, pip. Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy.” You had half the mind left to complain about him saying he just missed your cunt, but all the came out was a whimper.

Still, Caleb knew. Somehow he always did.

“And…” a kiss on your cheek, his nose nuzzling it a second later. “…of course I missed you.” His fingers pressed to your entrance, heat radiating and slick leaking. The pressure made you groan, hips weakly jerking forward yet the bastard had yet to slip them in. Just toying with you and you were completely drenched. It was humiliating.

“You’re not gonna return the favor?” Caleb’s voice was a warm whisper against your ear, his fingers rubbing up against your entrance, just barely slipping inside. “Wha…?” But you understood when he began to chuckle.

“Tell me how much you missed me, pip. And maybe you’ll get what you’re looking for.” Your cunt was aching too much for you to dare put up a fight. “I missed you so much Caleb…” a shuddering breath leaves you as his fingers slid back up to circle your clit. Just enough friction—

“I-I slept in your shirts until they smelt more like me than you… my roommate kept prying y’kn-oh-ow…” your entire body shivered at the pleasure that zapped up your spine. “Kept wanting to meet you, I told her you were a pilot and she was s-swooning…” God you were getting drunk off the pleasure and he had barely done anything.

“…so proud you’re all mine, Caleb.”

You nearly screamed as he plunged two fingers inside of your wet heat, the hand that had been groping your breast slapped over your mouth to successfully muffle it.

Caleb’s thrusts were unrelenting, fingers pounding into your cunt at such a speed your entire body was arching and squirming. Your hips were restless, legs attempting to snap shut as the pleasure was overwhelming.

Caleb’s legs stopped you, his breathing ragged at the sound of wet squelching. His fingers were hitting all the right spots, massaging your walls until you felt your arousal leaking out and down towards the sheets below.

Every thrust had the heel of his palm smacking your clit, shaking almost violently with the intensity of his movements. You swore you tasted blood as you bit down on your lip, nails digging into his forearm.

“You’re such a good girl, y’know that? This pretty pussy is taking my fingers so well even after months apart…” you couldn’t focus, not mentally or physically. Your eyes blurring as the tether pulled tighter and tighter.

You nearly feared the orgasm that was approaching you, already overwhelmed by the pleasure of Caleb finger fucking you. “Gonna cum all over my fingers?” The sounds were obscene at this point, so wet that you swore it was echoing off of his walls. “Y-yes!”

It was just a little too loud, and Caleb had been so distracted by the warmth encompassing his hand that he didn’t think to quiet you. “Sweetie? Caleb honey? Is everything alright?” Everything froze, from your heart beating to Caleb’s fingers in your cunt.

“I thought you two went to bed… you know you don’t have to sneak around if you want to hang out.” The doorknob jiggled, luckily Caleb had half the mind to lock it before. “Sorry Gran…” you somehow recovered faster.

“Finally won against Caleb… got a little too excited.” Slowly, you guided his hands into moving again. “She’s lost three rounds.” Caleb added, smiling against your skin as your walls suctioned to his fingers. “Just don’t stay up too late.”

You both acknowledged her with a good night, faces burning with embarrassment at nearly getting caught. What if Caleb hadn’t locked the door?

“Someone got too excited.”

He’s biting your ear, hand resuming their brutal pace and before you know it, you’re coming all over his fingers with his other hand pressed to your throat. You couldn’t get a sound out if you wanted too now.

The bedding is ruined, and Caleb doesn’t seem to care one bit. His fingers restarting their mission to get you to squirt again. This time, a third finger slipped in.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready for my cock. It’s been a few months, can’t risk hurting ya.”

[warlockslovetomeow]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[piroulinewafers]

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: colonel not-so-boyfriend-yet gets dragged through a kbeauty store by his childhood friend and realizes that watching her swatch lip tints is way more dangerous than any sort of mission he's been on.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: caleb x fem! reader

the city was noisier than caleb remembered—streetcars rolling by with that grating mechanical whine, shop signs buzzing faintly under the midday sun, the idle chatter of shoppers drifting through open-air cafés and storefronts. he should’ve been overwhelmed. too bright, too many voices, too much movement for someone fresh off the vacuum-quiet corridors of a farspace fleet cruiser.

but he wasn’t watching the city. he was watching her.

she walked half a step ahead of him, tugging him through the crowded sidewalk with the easy confidence of someone who knew where every cute corner shop and discount sticker was hidden. her cardigan had slipped off, revealing her bare shoulder beneath the tank top she wore. she paused in front of a storefront that glowed soft pink through frosted glass and turned to him, her expression hopeful.

“can we go in, gege?” he didn’t respond.

“it’s just a quick stop,” she said, already reaching for the door. she already knew his answer.

caleb lifted the strap of her frilly pink tote a little higher on his shoulder, the my melody charm bouncing cheerfully against his brass-plated rank pin. He didn’t say a word. just nodded and followed her in.

the inside was a pastel wonderland—shelves lined with color-correcting primers and bunny-shaped hand creams, rows of lip tints in neat, candy-colored arrangements. she made a beeline for the display near the center, already reaching for a tester with the kind of care he usually reserved for handling orbital detonation triggers or his gun.

caleb leaned his weight subtly against the edge of the display as she reached for tester after tester, and he let his eyes wander—not across the room, but to the tiny tubes scattered across her palm. 

he watched her quietly, one gloved hand resting on the edge of the display as the other held the soft bag by its tiny satin handles. her fingers—smudged faintly with colour from earlier swatches—curved delicately as she unscrewed a rose-toned lip tint. it was a warm, dusky shade, with just enough red in it to remind him of how her cheeks looked when she got worked up over one of his teases.

she swatched it gently across the inside of her wrist, brows pinching in focus, then dabbed a bit with her fingertip and patted it onto her lower lip. the motion was unhurried, thoughtful—like she was trying to be precise, even though she probably didn’t realize how her bottom lip jutted out slightly in concentration. caleb couldn’t look away.

she was everything.

she always gravitated to the same shades, though she liked to pretend she was exploring something new. bare grape, custard mauve, peony ballet… he knew them all. not because she told him—though she sometimes muttered the names under her breath like they were secrets—but because he remembered. 

he noticed. and now, watching her dab a warm rosey tone onto the curve of her lip with the tip of her pinky, he added this one to the mental list, too. he’d never forget it. just like he couldn’t forget the way she glowed under the soft store lights, like her whole world had been made of pastels and perfume and she’d still managed to drag him into it, heart and all.

the plush cardigan, the soft pout, the cinnamon-sweet scent that lingered in the air around her—every part of her was stitched into his life in a way he didn’t know how to unpick. she had always been there. and now, more than ever, he wanted to stay in her orbit.

he beckoned her closer, voice low. “come here.”

she blinked up at him, hesitant, swiping at her lip like she thought she’d smudged it. “what?”

“just testing something,” caleb said, his tone deceptively serious. “i need to know the wear-power. longevity. field test, if you will.”

she narrowed her eyes, instantly suspicious. “what sort of field test?”

he tapped the side of his cheek, expression maddeningly neutral. “riiiiight here.”

her mouth parted in the tiniest gasp, colour flooding her cheeks. “y-you’re joking.”

“i’m in full uniform, baby apple,” he said, leaning in just slightly. “i never joke.”

she stood there frozen for a second, cheeks burning, then made an exasperated little noise in her throat. 

“you're the worst,” she muttered again—then very quickly, very lightly, leaned in and pressed the barest kiss to his cheek.

he didn’t move. didn’t flinch. but his entire heart stuttered in his chest like someone had cut the oxygen flow. it wasn’t even that she’d done it. it was how she’d done it. shy. soft. sweet. and still pouting, like he’d tricked her into surrendering some part of herself she wasn’t ready to admit was his.

“you’re blushing,” she whispered accusingly, looking anywhere but his face. and she was right, a faint, peachy flush had settled upon his faintly freckled cheeks. 

“so are you,” he said simply.

she whirled around and stomped toward the register, flustered, clutching the little box of lip tint like a weapon. he followed with a lazy pace, letting her get ahead. but the moment she reached into her pocket and tugged out her wallet, he acted.

a subtle flick of his fingers. a twist of the air pressure. the wallet slipped right out of her grasp and tumbled to the floor.

she blinked down at it, startled. “huh?”

“oops,” he said, already handing his credit card to the cashier.

“caleb—hey, no. please, you’re not—don’t you dare pay for—”

“it’s already done,” he said, not even turning to look at her as the scanner beeped and the receipt printed, credit card glinting mockingly between his fingers.

“besides, i’m the one doing the field test. consider it... part of my data collection, yeah? you were always so interested in this sorta stuff when you were younger.” 

she let out a strangled huff, crouching to grab her wallet with a muttered curse and refusing to look at him for the next minute straight.

he watched her pout all the way to the exit, still red in the ears, still flustered, still clinging to the tiny pink bag now tucked snugly under his arm. she was ridiculous. completely unreasonable. 

entirely his.

and caleb didn’t need a fleet of soldiers or the quiet stars of the vast space to tell him: 

this was home.

reblogs and interactions are v appreciated ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ໃ𑄺. GOOEY C☆CK 𝒻𝓉．𝓋ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓂 𝒸𝒶𝓁ℯ𝒷.

✧ tws : nsfw/smut, fem!reader, multiple of rounds, tentacles, implied dubcon, creampie, spanking, nipple play, monster fūcking, petnames (pipsqueak, baby, etc.), caleb calls himself gege once, spanking, cōckwarming, doggy style and body worship.

✧ synopsis : You always knew something was off about Caleb his eyes bright in the dark, his touch too hot to be normal. After a mission goes wrong and you’re stuck alone with him, the truth comes out. He’s not just Caleb.Something inside him is possessive and starving. You try to escape, but his tentacles wrap around your waist, holding you tight as he finally shows you what he really is. “Don’t be scared,” he says. “He just wants what I want…”

The air inside the ruin was too still. Too quiet. You should’ve known something was wrong the second the scanner shorted out, static hissing into your earpiece before dying completely. You and Caleb were separated from the others, but he didn’t seem worried—just stared ahead, purple eyes glinting in the dark, too calm for comfort.

“Caleb…?” you whispered, clutching your comm. “This place gives me the creeps…”

He didn’t answer right away. Just tilted his head, lips twitching in a way that wasn’t entirely his.

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re scared,” he murmured, voice lower, deeper than usual. Then he looked back at you, eyes narrowing, and for a split second, something moved under his skin. Black tendrils rippled up his neck before disappearing.

Your heart jumped. “C-Caleb—what the hell was that?!”

“...Told you not to follow me this deep,” he muttered. “Should’ve known you’d stick to me like a needy little pipsqueak.”

Your cheeks burned. “You’re hiding something. I’m not stupid.”

“No,” he chuckled darkly, stepping toward you. “But you are reckless.” Another step. “And now that you’re here, well…” His voice dropped an octave. “We don’t see a reason to let you go.”

Something lashed out—fast. Slick, inky black. A tentacle coiled around your wrist before you could scream.

“Caleb!” you gasped, stumbling back. “Let me go—what the fuck is that?!”

But Caleb was changing. His pupils stretched into slits, claws forming where fingers had been. More tentacles slid free from his back, writhing like they had a mind of their own. And still—still—he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the universe.

“Shh,” he said softly, reaching out. His clawed fingers tucked your hair behind your ear. “It’s still me, pipsqueak. Still your gege. But… I’m not alone anymore. And he’s just as obsessed with you as I am.”

A low, alien growl rippled from his chest—and then the other voice came.

“So soft… so tiny… we could break you…”

Your legs buckled.

Caleb caught you effortlessly. Smiling. Gentle. Possessive.

“Don’t worry,” he purred. “We won’t hurt you, baby. Not unless you beg us to.”

The tentacles didn’t pull hard. Just enough to guide you. To show you he could. Caleb’s breath warmed your ear as one slick appendage coiled around your waist, sliding beneath your jacket, tracing your bare skin with a teasing, wet touch.

“Such a pretty little pipsqueak,” he whispered, voice trembling between his own and the growl of something deeper—darker. “You don’t even know what you do to me…”

His clawed hands cupped your face gently. Reverently. The monster inside might’ve had a mouth, but Caleb had a heart, and both were laser-focused on you.

You should’ve been afraid.

Instead… you throbbed.

“C-Caleb,” you breathed, thighs clenching. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

“Didn’t want to scare you,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “Didn’t think you could handle how badly I wanted to breed you.”

The words hit like a thunderclap. You whimpered, body trembling as another tentacle slid between your legs—pressing against your clothed heat, circling it slowly.

“So warm…” the parasite hissed. “Let us in.”

You didn’t even fight it.

Your clothes were shredded by claws and tendrils in seconds, left in tatters on the cold stone floor as Caleb laid you down gently, hungrily, like you were a gift he’d been starving for.

His mouth found your breasts first—hot and eager, tongue flicking across your nipples as his hand spanked your ass, hard enough to make you moan.

“Caleb!” you gasped, back arching. “F-fuck—!”

“That’s it,” he growled, licking a swollen bud before sucking it between his lips. “Say it again. Let me hear how needy my little pipsqueak is.”

“Caleb, please,” you whimpered. “Need you inside—need it so bad—”

You didn’t have to beg long. One thick tentacle curled around your ankle, spreading your legs wide as Caleb knelt between them. His cock—larger now, veined and flushed—throbbed, slick with dark fluid and twitching at the sight of your soaked cunt.

“You’re already dripping,” he rasped. “You want it raw, baby? Want me to stuff you full until it leaks out?”

“Y-Yes—yes, please—”

He didn’t just slide in—he invaded you. One long, slow thrust that left you breathless, stretched, filled to the brim as your eyes rolled back and your hips lifted to meet him.

“Fucking tight,” Caleb hissed, gripping your waist as his hips slammed into you, again and again. “This pussy was made for me.”

“Us,” the parasite snarled. “Breed her. Fill her. Use her.”

His thrusts grew savage—deep, precise, obsessed. Your slick echoed off the ruin’s walls, your cries sharp and sweet as your gege took you like an animal.

Spanking your ass with each slap of his hips.

Mouth on your nipples.

Tentacles everywhere—teasing, wrapping, stroking.

You came fast—shaking, screaming, clenching around his cock as he growled in your ear, praising you through clenched teeth.

“Good girl… fuck… such a perfect little pipsqueak. Let it milk me, baby, that’s it—”

He didn’t pull out. Didn’t even try.

Caleb came with a low roar, cock buried deep, thick cum flooding your womb as your legs trembled. One tentacle held you open, letting it drip out slowly, making you squirm as he leaned down to lick your lips.

“I’m not done,” he growled, eyes glowing. “I told you. We want more.”

Round two came before you could speak—Caleb flipping you onto your hands and knees, spanking you again, harder this time.

“You love doggy, don’t you?” he growled. “Letting gege fuck you like the little slut you are…”

You screamed when he pushed back in—so much deeper this way, stretching you wider, one hand fisted in your hair while the other worshipped your body, tracing your curves, massaging your sore, red ass.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he whispered. “Used. Open. Mine.”

“All ours.”

Tentacles wrapped around your tits, squeezing, twisting your nipples while Caleb pounded into you from behind—slamming his hips against your ass until you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but cum again.

He didn’t stop.

Three times. Four. He kept going until your pussy was sloppy, filled with so much cum you could feel it dripping down your thighs. Until your legs gave out and you collapsed, shaking, drooling, dumb from pleasure.

And even then… he stayed inside.

Wrapped around you. Holding you. Kissing your shoulders while his cock stayed hard, still twitching.

“You’re gonna cockwarm gege now, pipsqueak,” he whispered sweetly. “Let me feel how warm you are while I take care of you. You were so good…”

You nodded weakly, face buried in your arms, body broken but blissed out.

“Y-your turn next time…” you slurred.

He chuckled darkly, hugging you tighter as another tentacle stroked your cheek lovingly.

“Oh, baby…”

“There is no next time. We’re just getting started.”

Your legs were shaking. Muscles limp. Your cunt still full and stuffed with your gege’s thick cock, twitching deep inside you like it had no intention of leaving.

But even as you whimpered, half-conscious from the last orgasm, Caleb’s hands never stopped moving.

They worshipped. Explored. One palm sliding down your belly, spreading the warmth of your overstretched womb, the other dragging along your thigh, where his cum had trickled down and painted your skin with messy, sticky lines.

“So full…” the parasite hissed approvingly. “Keep her like this. Breed her again. Let her feel us always.”

“Mm, you hear that, pipsqueak?” Caleb murmured, mouth brushing your ear as his hips rolled slowly. “You’re gonna be so stuffed you won’t know where I end and he begins.”

You whimpered, twitching as he slid out just an inch—then slammed back in.

“N-Ngh!—Caleb!”

“Oh, you’re still sensitive, huh?” he cooed mockingly, voice thick with hunger. “That’s too bad. I wanna see you cry this time.”

His hips started moving again—slow and deep, pressing right into the swollen spot that made your vision spark. Tentacles snaked around your thighs to spread you wider, one wrapping lazily around your throat, not choking—just reminding you who owned you now.

“You’re taking it so well,” he growled. “So dumb and full of cock. Just how I like you.”

Your mouth was hanging open, drool on your chin, breasts bouncing as his cock pounded into your soaked hole again—again—again—and his tentacles twisted your nipples, tugging, pulling, flicking them until you were crying from the stimulation.

“C-can’t—Caleb, I can’t—!”

“Yes you can,” he snarled. “You’re my good little cocksleeve, remember? You said so yourself.”

“She belongs to us now.”

“Breed her again. Break her. Mark her inside.”

He spanked you hard—twice—three times, watching your ass jiggle from the force before grabbing both cheeks and spreading them to watch his cock disappear inside you, glistening with your slick and cum.

You came again. Didn’t even realize you had until your body locked up and your vision went white, cunt spasming around him so tight he moaned through his teeth.

“F-fuck—fuck, baby, gonna cum again—”

He slammed in deep—one final thrust—and flooded you all over again. You felt it hot and thick, spurting into your womb as your whole body trembled, clenching down, milking every drop.

But he didn’t pull out.

Didn’t even slow down.

“Caleb—please—too much—” you sobbed, legs kicking weakly as he kept thrusting, slow and heavy.

“Shh,” he whispered, kissing your back. “You said you wanted it all, didn’t you?”

His tentacles wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a new position—straddling his lap now, his cock still inside, his arms wrapped around you from behind while his mouth suckled on your bruised, sensitive nipples.

“Now you’re gonna ride me,” he growled. “Be a good girl. Bounce on gege’s cock like it’s the only thing keeping your brain from melting.”

Your body obeyed before your brain could even catch up—hips rolling, ass bouncing, cunt squelching with every desperate grind down onto him. You didn’t even care if it hurt anymore. You just needed to feel full.

Needed him.

Needed them.

“Good girl… just like that…”

“You were made for us.”

You were cumming again. Didn’t even say anything—just sobbed and clung to his arms, drool slipping down your chin as your pussy clamped down again.

And then he stopped moving.

Just held you there. Cockwarming you like a living plug, stroking your hair while your body twitched helplessly in his lap.

“You’re gonna fall asleep with my cock inside you tonight,” Caleb whispered against your neck. “And when you wake up…”

He bit down lightly on your skin—then licked the mark.

“…we’re gonna do it all over again.”

© 2024-2025 blueberrisdove-sideblog all rights reserved. pretty please, do not steal my dividers, translate and plagiarize any of my works, or either repost my works in any other platform without asking, thank you!