#este and caleb

[queeniecook]

[satoruxx]

i am so glad ur a caleb girlie because it has been rough out here

BABE TELL ME ABOUT IT!!! i’ve been playing since day 1 release and even that early it was really obvious caleb wasn’t just gonna be an npc. but every time someone said he was gonna be an LI we had to hear the “ew that’s our brother wtf” and shit like that… i’ve fr been fighting for my LIFE trying to make these people understand how to read <///3

like obviously you’re not obligated to like every LI… my faves will always been zayne, sylus, and caleb but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna go shit on others for liking the other two??? idk bro people are so pressed about it and i’m just like no did we play the same game bc that is NOT our brother…

[ninikrumbs]

Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

est. relationship. Caleb x Reader. early relationship. love and deepspace

Where you realize that despite being the big bad Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Caleb can still be a bit childish sometimes.

You were angry. Berating him for being so reckless and stupid during a deepsapce mission. It was comical, watching a small thing like you scold the Colonel of the farspace fleet.

There you were with you're hands on your hips towering overing his muscled form by merely and inch or two even as his sat. He could see your mouth moving, your furrowed brows and exasperated eyes. Yet he heard nothing and he hopes you won't notice. Maybe a few words came through like "Idiot!, not thinking! and dummy Caleb!"

All he knows that his brain only wants to focus on more important things like how your soft lips looks so plump and glossy-a new lip gloss, maybe? how your eyes seem to glow and sparkle under the sunlight. He has wholeheartedly accepted that that shade was his favorite color ever since you were kids. And your hair? and that scent? It makes him unconsciously move closer to you. His hands twitching, just aching to touch you.

"Caleb! Are you even liste-"

"How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" He grins up at you, brushing up his hair. Not a single serious thought behind those eyes.

You stutter with your words. "Wha- are you- stop distracting me." Shaking your head, you take a deep breath trying to stablelize yourself despite the obvious blush creeping up your face. "Really mad."

"I'll apologize later." Before you could protest he closes the distance between your lips, pulling you closer by the waist as he angles his head to kiss you deeper, longer. Trapping you between his legs so you wont pull away too fast. Your hands snake through his hair, moaning softly into his mouth. His lips were so desperate, so eager to taste what you'd allow him.

The sound of your lips echoed a bit throughout your empty apartment. You tried to pull away but kissing him came as naturally to you as breathing air. It was an automatic response.

After a hot minute, You manage to pull away a bit, "Caleb, we nee-" He cuts you off with another kiss, voice husky and deep, "just a bit more."

Some part of you wants to give in, but one of you had to be a responsible adult. Suprisingly, it wasn't Caleb. With your hunter training you somehow managed to pry yourself away from his grubby hands.

"Pipsqueak! A few more seconds." And slight pout decorated his face as his eyes droop comically. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Coughing, you tried and failed to appear stern especially with your face still red. "Caleb, you can't just kiss while Im scolding you! And I was being serious, you can't even listen to me for one minute?!"

"I swear I was listening!"

You glare at him. "No, you weren't. You were too busy ogling me."

So you did notice. Heh. He looks away innocently. "I can't help it if my girlfriend's so pretty I can't focus."

"Caleb."

As a punishment, you decided to lecture him a good 5 meters away.

AN: first time writing for Caleb. I dont know if I wrote him right.

[rydrzg]

Puede ver que no esta del mejor humor, ¿y quien lo estaría? si mal no recuerda era militar, ese tipo de gente no se andaba con rodeos y ahora mismo ambos están bajo amenaza; trata de ignorarlo, pero no puede, una parte de él quiere respuestas, saber qué hizo para que los profesores se fueran en su contra, si por esa misma razón no había respondido el mensaje, ahora se arrepentía. Una sonrisa que parece más mueca le dibuja el rostro, por lo menos puede ayudarle a un amigo y mostrarle su apoyo de cierta manera " ¿todas las anteriores? " responde al enderezarse y estirarse un poco, pronto se aclara la garganta llevándose la mano a la nuca, lo escucha de manera atenta, realmente le interesa su sentir, pues la amenaza duele, más si es algo que se añora tanto, y por desgracia era su caso aunque con el pasar de los días su cabeza se encargo de recordarle de donde venía y que tal vez y solo tal vez no lo merecía " ¿te puedo ser sincero? estoy molesto, ni siquiera nos dieron el beneficio de la duda, no se pusieron a pensar en si teníamos una coartada " y por su experiencia, a la mala había aprendido a siempre tener una, viejos hábitos " ¿a ti no te dijeron nada más? sólo fue como de ' ja, puede que no se gradúen, pero de todas formas vayan a la punta del mundo para continuar como si nada' eso es lo que más me molesta, la maldita incertidumbre " que no era su intención desahogarse con él, pero todo había salido como un vomito verbal " espero algún día reírme de esto porque esta muy mierda la situación " su mirada bajo al brazalete y lo alzó para luego encogerse de hombros " por lo menos ahora podemos decir que tenemos friendship bracelets " por supuesto que si alguien se iba a burlar de sus desgracias iba a ser él.

la sonrisa surca las comisuras del capitán ante la ayuda del menor, se siente un tanto estúpido al haberse atrevido a sostener algo por encima de sus capacidades. pero sí, justo como apuntó ryder, coincide con él; su mente también está en otro sitio. ' ahora no tenemos excusa alguna, ya ves ' ahora, deja los suministros que estaban de más de vuelta en la caja --- aprendió su lección, hará otro viaje más adelante. ' ¿finlandia o el estar reprobado? no, ¿el llevar un airtag como un perro? ' la cabeza va de un lado a otro como si le pesara, vaga en el gesto entretenido por mera inercia. ' sin más, odio las señales confusas y quedar a la expectativa ' se encoge de hombros con ligereza y, en esas, los iris van en búsqueda de foráneos. el interior no puede esconder la verdadera preocupación que porta; en el exterior, duda que su expresión logre ocultarlo. ' ¿y tú, ryder? ' verlo salpicado aún cuando es un inocente le carcome.

[everlastingserenitys]

snowfall.

summ. winter break was approaching which meant having two of your polar opposite best friends help you warm u– i mean help with your project of course!

pairing. zayne x f!reader x caleb cw. nerd!zayne, jock!caleb (more like failing student), college au, threesome, p in v, oral, est. friend group, teasing, calebs a freak, reassurance, slightly sick reader, fingering, dirty talk, lil bit of fluff, wearing glasses while 👀, 2.7k wc (cries) a/n. IMHORNYIMHORN-

“It’s freezing. I can't believe they assigned a group project in this weather!” Caleb shivered, glancing at the pair next to him who were perfectly fine.

“Seriously guys? Are you not cold? Like at all?"

Zayne sighed and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, slightly shaking his head as he eyed down Caleb’s outfit. “If you weren't wearing shorts and a light jacket you wouldn’t be cold.”

Caleb only rolled his eyes in response and lingered his gaze on you. You were wearing a comfortable winter jacket and a fluffy winter hat resting on your head. The strings dangling against your face at every step you took.

“Pips, look over there.” Caleb pointed at a random direction and when you turned your head, the hat that was once on your head was gone.

You stare at Caleb in disbelief and try to reach for your hat but he kept pulling away and soon placed the hat on his head.

“Seriously?” you groaned and tried grabbing onto it but Caleb already ran meters away from you. A stupid smirk was plastered on his lips as he mockingly waved at you, yelling something you couldn't hear from the gusts of snow flickering against your skin.

“Don’t worry about him, we’re almost at his dorm. I’ll make you something nice to warm up.” Zayne offered. You smile and nod at him before ducking your head down as the three of you continue your walk in the crazy snow.

And before you knew it, the three of you were already at Caleb’s fancy dorm. His room was surprisingly clean, spacious, and warm. The second you walk in and feel the heat surge through your body, you immediately head to the couch and plop on the soft mattress.

“Here's ya hat back.” Caleb threw your hat right at your face and you grumbled something incoherent under your breath before sitting up and noticing the two men making something in the kitchen.

“Coffee or hot chocolate?” Zayne asked, dangling the two packs of powder in front of him. You ponder for a moment and eventually choose hot chocolate. Zayne nodded and started making your drink.

“Damn…Want some marshmallows with that too?” Caleb asked, lightly banging closed the cabinet that he had opened, pulling out an ingredient that was most definitely not marshmallows.

“No it's okay..” you mutter, turning your body away from the angry tension between the two of you and reaching into your bag for the papers for the project. You slam the papers on the coffee table and slump against the edge of the couch, patiently waiting for your little group members to come back.

A few minutes pass and Zayne comes back with yours and his drink, carefully placing it on the table before sitting diagonally from you. And without even waiting for Caleb he started grabbing the papers and his pen–which was resting in his pocket–and started writing away.

You eventually did the same, grabbing one of the papers and your pencil and started working on the project.

Caleb comes back around five minutes later and sits in the opposite direction of Zayne, rocking himself back and forth against the ground as he watches you and Zayne work away.

“Caleb, are you going to do your part?” you ask, shifting the paper closer to him. But Caleb shrugged and picked up the paper, glancing at it before putting it back down seconds later. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and stared at you and Zayne with a confused look.

“What do we even do?–Ow!” Caleb winced as he rubbed his arm, staring at Zayne with a mocking pout on his lips. A small thud of an eraser fell on the ground and Caleb soon picked it up and juggled it around his fingers.

“Read the instructions.” You say, pointing at the top of the paper with the end of your pen. But Caleb only grabbed the paper and leaned in closer towards you.

“Wanna read it for me? pleasee?"

You roll your eyes and grab his paper, putting the end of your pen against each word on the page.

“After. Writing. Your. Personal. Essay. Get. Wit–”

“I’m not that stupid.” he scoffed and looked at you as he waited for you to actually read the instructions properly.

And so you do. The project wasn’t hard at all. Before getting into groups you had to write a personal essay about your experience in the class or your experience with somebody in the class but Caleb hasn't even shown up for a week.

After you explained the project Caleb hummed and backed away from you, “I just have to write my personal experience first?” he asked, bringing out his laptop and placing it on the table. You nod and tell him the next steps.

“And once you're done with the essay, this is where the group stuff comes in…” you explain the rest of the project and Caleb absorbs every word spitting out your mouth as he types away on his computer.

“Experience with the class, huh?”

“Or somebody in the class.” you correct, jotting down a few more things on your paper.

“So can I write about any experience with you? Or thoughts I ha–”

Zayne cleared his throat and glanced at Caleb with a displeased and back at you with a concerned look. You shook your head at him and fanned your hands at Caleb, telling him he could do what he wanted.

“Just don't make it too weird, we have to make a presentation later, okay?”

“Mhmm…anyway ‘s a bit chilly in here dontcha think?” Caleb got up from the ground and headed over to turn the heaters on but before he could even flick the switch to the right temperature the lights flicker and shuts off momentarily.

“That wasn’t me!” he said, flicking the light switches up and down, and when the light wasn't turning on that was when you all realized…

“Power went off, must've been the snow…” Zayne pondered, glancing at the window and got up from his seat to raise the blinds up. A bright white light illuminated the room and Caleb sighed in relief.

“Since there's no heater, we will have to deal with the cold. But it should come ba–”

Before Caleb could finish his sentence an ‘achoo!’ left your lips and you sniffled your nose, staring at the two men who had a flash of concern filled in their eyes, mainly Zayne though.

“Got medicine, Caleb?” Zayne asked as he started opening every drawer near him.

“Ah, shit…I forgot to buy some more but don't worry she only sneezed once, she should be okay. right?"

You nodded and continued your work but not even another minute passed and you just kept sneezing and coughing.

“Cold? C’mere.” Caleb patted on his lap and, of course, since you were cold you immediately climbed on his lap, nuzzling your cold body against his warm skin, his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer, practically cuddling you on the ground.

“You’re also going to get sick.” Zayne muttered, staring at Caleb who had a light smile plastered on his lips as he rocked you back and forth.

“I don't even show up to classes so there's no difference if I do get sick…But…”

Caleb beckoned a finger at Zayne who just shook his head in response, “I'm not going to be the next person to get sick, Nope.”

“Let’s make it even, c’mon.”

Zayne rolled his eyes and stood up, walking the opposite direction from the two of you, to the bathroom. a displeased scoff was heard from Caleb and you eventually pulled yourself away from him, sitting at your seat next to him and rested your head against the edge of the couch.

“Already done?”

Zayne comes back and a relieved sigh left his lips when he noticed you weren't clinging onto Caleb like a koala, he had somehow found some medicine hiding somewhere in Caleb's bathroom and he walked towards you, holding the small liquid bottle in front of you.

You take the medicine from his hand and eye it before chugging down the liquid. Zayne patted your head and took the medicine back, heading over to the kitchen and propped the items on the counter.

“I feel a little better now,” you say, grabbing your papers and pen before writing away, “let's finish doing this before the power comes back.”

But as time passed it started to get colder, and colder in Caleb’s dorm. You shiver at every stroke your pen puts on the paper and try to press your knees closer to your chest as the only warmth you had was the soft fabric of your pants pressed against you.

“Pips you’re shivering like crazy, you sure you’re okay?”

“Do you seriously not have a blanket? Anything?” you ask through shivered teeth, but Caleb winces in response and shrugs.

“They’re kiindaa in the laundry…which isn’t working at the moment…”

You rolled your eyes at him and he chuckled in response.

“I mean, if you want…” Caleb’s voice had a hint of teasingness filled in it and you had a feeling where he was going.

When the three of you were younger Caleb made a rule where when it was freezing, freezing cold the three of you would huddle up together and hug each other until each person felt warm, nothing harmless, in fact, it was cute.

But after all of you started growing up, those little games weren't something you had time for, especially being in college and focusing on studies. But now that Caleb brought it up again you felt a wave of nostalgia rush through you and a cold laugh leaves your lips.

“Seriously? Aren’t we too old for that little rule?” You say.

Caleb laughed and Zayne only stared at him with a confused look.

“So since we’re older should we try a different way?” Caleb suggested.

And, oh.

Oh.

That’s what he meant.

“Uh…”

You glance at Zayne who was sipping on his hot chocolate as he looked away from the two of you, trying to not include himself in this conversation. But the second Caleb called out his name and offered the suggestion again, Zayne dramatically choked on his drink.

“She's sick, Caleb.”

“Come on, i have no blankets or anything to warm her up, just this once?”

---

You weren't sure how Zayne agreed either.

The second a sigh of defeat left Zayne’s lips, Caleb took it as a sign that they could actually try out that little method together.

Caleb slid his fingers along your back as he pulled you closer, pressing your plump cheeks against him. He slowly rode himself against you, fabrics of his and your pants meddling with each other as the room started to echo with whimpers and moans.

Caleb tucked a finger under your pants and slid the material off as if he was ripping a smooth piece of paper.

Caleb nodded to Zayne who was just standing in front of you, staring at your flushed face with a concerned look. His arms were crossed as he stepped closer, legs coming mere inches to your face.

“What if she gets even more sick, hm?” Zayne asked, resting his fingers on his belt as he started to unbuckle it.

“You’re concerned if she’s sick,” Caleb’s chest pressed against your back and a low whimper escaped your lips. Before you could turn around to look at Caleb, he already had his fingers sunk deep in you.

“But you’re undressing yourself?”

Zayne ignored his teasing remark and slid his fingers through your hair, yanking your head up and pressing your face against his soaked boxers. Your tongue darts to the wet fabric and you slick along the imprint of his boner before sucking on it.

“J-just.. wan’ her to be…ngh” Zayne pressed himself closer against you as he soon brought his other hand and sunk his fingers under his boxers, slowly sliding them down, letting his cock spring out.

“Warm. That's what you wanted–too Caleb?”

Caleb only grinned in response and curled his fingers, pressing against your weak spots. A loud moan escapes your lips and you clasp onto Zayne’s thigh. You soon felt those fingers slip out of you and another sticky thing pressed against your soaking entrance.

“This should get her, right?”

Without knowing what the two men were about to do, Caleb raised your hips at an angle and Zayne brushed your bottom lip, slightly parting them together before bobbing his leaking tip against your lips.

And before you could even process what was going on both of them thrusted into you at the same time.

Your eyes widened in shock when you felt Zayne’s length slice open your mouth by the second, he slowly pushed himself in and out of you, not letting you take his full length, not yet. Your eyes roll back at the ecstasy and you swirl your tongue around his veiny, hard length.

He held onto your hair with ease and slowly pushed your head back and forth, back and forthhh.

Broken, muffled moans left your lips at every thrust he was giving you. Your bottom half started to feel numb, your legs shaking in pleasure when you felt Caleb slide his cold fingers along your waist before clasping onto you like it was the last thing he needed in life.

He was practically pounding you, his hard tip hit every right spot and you felt your head bob back and forth at the impact of his brutal thrusts. Caleb moaned in pleasure as his pace started to quicken inside you.

“Y-you feel so w-warm and oh, so good…” he gulped, sliding his fingers down your bare, flushed, plump cheeks, giving them a squeeze. Your body jolts in pleasure and you grip on the floorboard, nails digging deep into the glossed wood that was breaking apart by the second.

Caleb pressed down your lower back, making your back arch, giving him more space to see the mess pooling down your roughed up pussy. You didn't even notice he had already came inside you and you couldn't even warn him about it because Zayne was still trapped inside your mouth.

You look up at Zayne with teary eyes, a quiet gasp escapes his lips as he starts pushing himself deeper and deeper inside you, glasses slowly sliding down his nose and—oh.

The metal frame fell right on your nose, the glass and heavy object left a sting flaring on your nose, you coughed up a moan as you picked up the wilted glasses on the ground trying to raise your arm up to give the glasses back.

But what does Zayne do? He shook his head and made you put on the glasses, and oh fuck.

You glance up at him, unable to recognize his face because of the prescription but also because of your teary eyes unable to disappear no matter how much you wipe them. As Zayne was getting close to release you felt his grip on the sides of your face grow tighter and tighter.

His fingertips dug on your neck and he soon pulled your head away, slick of his pre trailed along your lips and Zayne wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly pumping his fist as he stared at your flushed, dumbfounded face.

“za-ngh”

Caleb thrusts himself into you one more time, your lower stomach felt like you were getting filled up by him at every thrust he gave you. His same large presence shadowed over you again and his fingers found their way to your clit, pinching and pulling on it.

The feeling of white, spurts of cum sprawled all over your face and dripped down your legs, your vision through the glasses gets clouded at every breath you took.

When Caleb slid out of your bruised, sensitive cunt you plopped on your knees, panting as if you were getting chased by murderers.

But one thing neither of you noticed during the time you had together was that the power was back on.

“Feeling warmed up, pips?” Caleb laughed ruffling your hair before helping you get up.

“Let’s get cleaned.” Zayne offered, also helping you up.

---

After you got cleaned and put into some comfortable clothing, all three of you sat at your table and started on work again.

“I finally know what I'm going to write about!” Caleb cheered and brought his laptop to his lap, already starting to type away.

“Please don’t.” you and Zayne say in unison.

“Don’t worry i won–” before Caleb could finish his sentence a loud sneeze echoed through the room.

Fuck.

a/n. this one was a lil random sorry if its not great lol... but need them SOOO bad.

[wearysparrows]

Hi, I'm Sparrow. I write LaDs fanfiction, and it’s by and large about Caleb and Sylus. You can find them linked below, with corresponding descriptions. I do not allow translations or reuploads.

I (Almost) Shot You Down

A chance encounter with Sylus snowballs something much larger, and you're pushed even deeper into the depths of his world -- whether you like it or not.

Give an Inch, Take a Mile

Sylus shows up at the door of your motel room after finding out you're investigating protocore energy fluctuations in the middle of nowhere. He claims he has business in the area and needs to stay the night -- but there's only one bed.

Couldn't Keep Them to Myself if I Tried

You invite Sylus over for a simple movie night -- but he has other ideas of the definition of "casual."

The D Word

At Tara's suggestion, you try something different on the phone with Sylus. Things quickly escalate.

There's a Hole that You Fill

After finding out how little you've been using his card, Sylus asserts that he'll have to teach you to take what you want.

Everybody Love Sylus

Contains the entire collection of Sylus related works. Ongoing.

My First, My Only, My Last

With the passing of time, your dragon has grown to expect your touch. He is like clay in your hands, and you mould him. With the passing of time, your dragon has grown to expect your touch. He is like clay in your hands, and you mould him.

of the Innocence of Beasts

At your request, your dragon takes you to fish, and indulge in the hot springs of the nearby volcano. You enjoy each other.

On Company Time

Sylus drops by your work to pay you a visit, but gets other ideas when you pull him into a nearby conference room.

Never Quite Heaven

After he had rejected your initial advances, you and Sylus had become the closest of friends. But your relationship still takes on a shape neither of you can quite define. Sylus regrets. You’re kept in the dark.

(Never) Let Go of Me

Memories of that summer when you silently asked Sylus to take your life.

Flesh of my Flesh

You play a game of tag in the forest with your closest friend, Sylus. You eat at a local diner in the dead of night. You dream of consuming him.

In my Room

After Caleb comes back into your life, he finds new ways to fill all the places he left empty in his absence.

Chariot

Caleb fingers you in his car, but you’re interrupted by a phone call. It doesn’t seem to deter him much, though.

My Only Sunshine

You find yourself in Caleb’s apartment. Caleb dreams of the past. He almost touches you like you want him to. You hurt each other, instead.

Cyanide in my Seeds

While visiting Caleb at his college, you convince him to practice kissing with you. It escalates.

Twice the Sun Rises

Caleb stands you up for dinner for unknown reasons. You make your way to a club in Skyhaven, and he intercepts your time with a stranger. Back at his apartment, you tell him the truth of your feelings.

My Heart Goes with the Birds

Caleb invites you to the fair in Skyhaven. Your heart condition prevents you from taking suppressants, and you go into heat at the wrong time. Caleb takes care of you in the only ways he knows how.

In My Brother's Hands

Caleb always had capable hands. Hands that were always on you, in some capacity. Never hurting, insisting at most. Hands you left the deep indentations of your teeth in. Hands that cradled you through your night terrors, chasing away memories of places you couldn’t understand. Stroking your hair, like you were a shuddering animal. Hands that cooked for you. Played with you. Sliced the flesh of perfect fruits, fed them to you. Fingers he put into your mouth to soothe you when nothing else would. You were no stranger to your brother��s hands.

For What You Have Tamed

In a better world, EVER doesn’t exist. You and Caleb lead relatively normal lives, all things considered. You visit him at his frat in Skyhaven, and you attend a party together. But the same feelings still linger between you, unresolved.

Paradisus Esurire Est

Sustenance, you realized, had become synonymous with Caleb. Hunger is a strange creature, one that first yelps endlessly of its need and then is quieted with your acceptance of it, its presence unobtrusive. Familiar. And so, when he returned, one day, unannounced back into your life without so much as the ringing of the dinner bell – you were caught hungry. Unawares. He returned to making your meals, to feeding you. But something wasn’t the same, no matter how much you ate.

You Were (Never) Alone

Sylus has been your closest friend for more years than you can count. You thought he’d never return your feelings — but a threat to your life changes things between you, forever.

In My Brother's House

Caleb’s hand guided yours to caress his jaw, against his stubble, against the softness of his cheek. You were close enough to see where his dark lashes sprouted from his lids, to see the wet, inner pink bits of his eyes. You wondered when the last time they had been wet was. When the lacrimal ducts had swelled and forced the salt and water from his body. Maybe he was all dried up, and was looking for you to quench him. Burning up on the inside. “Hit me here instead, sweet girl. Would that help you feel better?”

Mockingbird

After Sylus suddenly comes back into your life, things are different. You’re an LCBI agent, and he’s a Praedator – the leader of Nightstrix. You’re on opposing sides. But he’s still the man who raised you, and there are tensions unresolved. A mission tests the boundaries of your relationship.

Third Man Syndrome

You make an attempt on your life, but Caleb is there for you just in time. He does his best to convince you to stay, and when it's not enough, he does even more.

Sky Burial

In today’s world, Gran dies early. Caleb does his best to care for you on his own, supporting you by any means necessary. As an adult, you’re forced to re-examine the nature of your relationship with him.

[n444ra]

quizás es cierto y a ella lo que le ha faltado en la vida es exponerse más al sol, recostarse en el césped y mirar las estrellas. ¿habría contado con mayor suerte de su lado entonces? ¿si hubiese roto tan solo una regla más de las impuestas por su madre y hubiese pasado más tiempo lejos de la ciudad? la playa le gusta pero todo sitio pierde su encanto si lo visitas lo suficiente así que la costumbre siempre ha sido enemiga número uno, y escucha relato masculino concentrada porque mayor tiene cadencia en vocablos que la hacen engancharse y querer saber más. ' ¿reading? ¿qué hay de interesante en reading? —— además de, bueno, tú ' va a presionar sus labios entre sí queriendo mantener semblante serio pero pronto sus comisuras se alzan, intuye que se ha adelantado a respuesta que caleb podría llegar a darle y ruega no estar metiendo la pata. ' me gusta la rutina de la granja pero debe ser súper arduo hacer todas estas tareas por tu cuenta ' son un montón de cosas divididas entre tantas personas y aún así se siente pesado, ni se imagina tener que encargarse sola, ' nos tocó la versión bonita ' resume y se sonríe ante mención de la cena, eso sí es algo que se lleva como aprendizaje para la vida: saber cocinar más que unos fideos. ' ah, es que había muchas distracciones en esa misión. también creo que me salvó el trabajo en equipo, me gusta mucho el mío ' comparte y vuelve a ver a la cabra dormida, la pregunta haciendo alusión a anterior charla la hace soltar corta carcajada, ' la verdadera pregunta es: ¿me reclutarías a tu grupito? ' es que en realidad le apenaría un montón el rechazo, que le diga ella que sí y el otro no la tome en cuenta, así que decide dar vuelta la situación. ' no, no me respondas ahora —— el sábado me toca participar de los combates ' incluso levanta dedo índice queriendo anticiparse a su respuesta, ' luego de eso, si aún me querrías de tu lado, podemos hacer una alianza ' es que no quiere condenarlo a su presencia si pierde, y de hecho le apena bastante ya revelar que peleará precisamente por si no le va bien. ah, quizás tendría que haberle cedido el lugar a sus compañeres. ' los entrenamientos van muy bien, me ha gustado la profesora crystal ' su exigencia es su mayor encanto según nara, ' y estoy haciéndolo por mi cuenta también. más temprano casi mato a alguien, pateé el saco y había alguien cerca, un desastre... ' ahora lo toma con humor pero en el momento casi se muere de la culpa, ' espera, tú seguro pelearás también... ¿nos tendremos que enfrentar tan pronto? menudo plot twist ' muerde interior de su mejilla para evitar reír.

‘ uf, ni me digas — es importantísimo entrar en contacto con la naturaleza ’ al capitán le había sentado de maravilla cuando estaba atravesando momentos complicados. le recuerda a la infancia, a tiempos más sencillos y con responsabilidades ausentes. ‘ la playa tampoco está mal, eh, visité una vez california y acabé luciendo como un cangrejo ’ puede ser que se entretuviera haciendo el tonto jugando a volley playa y se olvidase de la protección  solar, pero ese es sólo un detalle. ‘ la villa, obvio — cuando estudiaba viví un tiempo en londres pero demasiado sombrío ’ desde entonces había sido un no parar de un lado a otro, viajes por todas partes y estar asignado en diferentes puntos del globo. el tiempo que permanecería en suiza sería el primero en el que se mantendría en un lugar fijo desde hace años. ‘ no te lo recomiendo igual, si tienes que visitar inglaterra ve a reading ’ como si le pagasen por hacer promoción de su lugar de origen, pero por la forma en la que entona con comicidad usual, bien se podrían percibir sus intenciones. ‘ ¿sí? pues un diez, nara — me hubiera comido siete platos ’ la palma va al abdomen y ojalá estuviera exagerando, pero el ejercicio físico siempre ha sido sinónimo de hambre voraz. lo último le llama la atención. le sorprende y alza las cejas sin quererlo. ‘ gracias — pensé que acabaría cagándola, pero el resto del equipo hizo bien su trabajo ’ mejor que él, pero logró defenderse aún si no era su fuerte. ‘ ¿ya confirmaste si sí formarías parte de mi grupito? ’ recupera gracioso la temática que abordaron sobre the hunger games. ‘ ¿cómo te está yendo en los entrenamientos? ’

[izu0m1i]

MERCY BE DONE (yandere!batfam x cult!religious!reader)

WARNING: death, twisted religion and cult theme, weapon mentioned (axe)

Promolog: THE CLEANSING

The whetstone sang

It was a cold song. Quite. Repetitive. The kind of sound that could soothe would soothe a soul or hollow it out. Depending on what the hands of the perpetrator intended.

Over and over, Y/N Hale draws the blade across the stones edge. Her hands steady. Patient. She sat alone in the stone cellar beneath the church, her bare feet tucked beneath her, linen dress ghost-pale in the dim candlelight. Around her, the walls were lined with relics- chains, masks, hooks, books, bottles, all labeled in careful calligraphy. Y/N worked slowly, deliberately, slid in ding the curved edge of the axe along the stone.

The Deliverer.

Her inheritance, forged by the first priest of Enoch’s Hollow two centuries ago. Its handle was dark oak, oiled and worn by generations of holy hands. The blade, now freshly sharpened, was inscribed with verse she’s been raised to recite like a nursery rhyme.

“And upon the head of the sinner shall fall the weight of their judgment, and it shall be swift, and it shall be final, and it shall be holy”

Tracing the words carefully muttering the verse over and over again. She graced her fingers around the cross necklace around her, kneeling down and putting the holy axe on her lap, folded her hands praying with a soft whisper.

“Tatăl nostru,

Care ești în ceruri,

Sfințească-se numele Tău,

Vie împărăția Ta,

Facă-se voia Ta,

Precum în cer așa și pe pământ.

Pâinea noastră cea de toate zilele,

Dă-ne-o nouă astăzi,

Și ne iartă nouă greșelile noastre,

Precum și noi iertăm greșiților noștri.

Și nu ne duce pe noi în ispită,

Ci ne izbăvește de cel rău.

Că a Ta este împărăția,

Puterea și slava

În veci. Amin.”

Outside, the bell rang once

GONG

A summons, the beginning of the Judgment Rite,

Y/N, however didn’t flinch. She took the axe in both her hands carefully, slowly standing up. She’d already bathed that morning, already anointed her hands with frankincense oil. She walked barefooted through the stone corridor, passing under the carved archways that told the story’s of their founder- Prophet Enoch, who claimed this land after the fall of Gotham Hills. She knew each face etched in stone, each Devine punishment recorded in holy relief.

Up the stone stairs, through the oak door was the chapel. The congregation sat in rows. Silent. Still.

At the front her grandfather, Ezekiel Hale, presided like a high judge. His white robes hung heavy with red threads. Besides him stood Judith Hale, his daughter and her aunt- the towns lawyer. She wore black dress with red threads around the collar area and around the waist a red thick rope, tight tightly around her. In her gloved hands was a book of charges, which was open as she looked through it. In the first row sat the rest of her family. Ruth Hale, Y/N mother, sat with eyes low and hands clasped in a prayer loop, Miriam Hale, her grandmother, was caressing a white bloused with old dried blood spattered on it as she muttered prayers, Silas Hale, her uncle and doctor, stood ready next to her father, Abraham Hale if “The body was disobeying the holy judge”, and finally next to her father was Gideon Hale, her brother, poised and beautiful, watching the scene with empty eyes and hands clasped together tightly.

Y/N stood in the center of the aisle, her bare feet barely making any sound as she stood behind her brother.

Ezekiel struck the gavel.

“The court is now in divine session.”

The people whispered together

“Facă-we voia Lui”. (Let His will be done)

The accused, Caleb Rowan, was dragged into the spiral and forced to kneel down. Judith stepped forward, voice cold and sharp.

“The sinner stands accused of: filicide, wrath without provocation, blasphemy through paternal failure, and defilement of a home anointed by the Lord.”

Caleb sobbed, leaning more forward and resting his forehead. On the cold stone floor trying to bring himself comfort in it.“Please… it wasn’t wrath—it was fear—I didn’t know what I was doing…”

Judith held up her hand, looking down at him with hatred and disgust.“The sinner may speak when the gavel permits.”

Ezekiel struck it again, this one louder.

“Speak.”

Caleb raised his face, broken and wet with grief. “I didn’t want to hurt him. My son was sick—screaming, shaking—I just wanted it to stop. I didn’t mean to kill him.”

Judith stepped close, voice venomous but calm.

“And so, you killed a child to silence discomfort.

You were gifted a soul and chose to unmake it.

Is that not the act of one who plays God?”

Silence.

Ezekiel leaned forward.

“Is there any among us who would speak on behalf of the accused?”

No one moved.

Judith’s voice sharpened.

“He has no defender.”

Ezekiel turned to the doctor. “Silas Hale, was the child beyond healing?”

“No,” said Silas simply, standing up from his seat as he looked up at Ezekiel, speaking the truth. “The fever was passing. He would have lived by dawn.”

Judith closed the book of charges with a snap.

“Then the court has its answer.”

Ezekiel lifted the gavel once more.

“Caleb Rowan: you are found guilty by the Church of Flesh and Spirit.”

“Judgment: Cleanse through Blood.”

The people whispered:

“Sângele curăță. Moartea trece. Sufletul se înclină.” (Blood cleanses. Death passes. The soul bows.)

Ezekiel looked to Y/N.

“Executioner. Come forth.”

She stepped forward, her eyes blank and calm. The people looked up at her as she moved.

Ezekiel recited the final rite, his voice calm as he looked at his granddaughter with approval.

“By His hand, you fall. By her hand, you are freed.”

Y/N knelt behind Caleb and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He choked, “I’m scared.”

She whispered gently in his ear, rubbing circles on his shoulder, which left the man shivering.

“Shhh, you shall be cleansed by your sins.”

Then she stood, her eyes fixed on the mans head, as he whimpered.

She effortlessly lifted the axe and when the gavel struck one final time—

The Deliverer fell.

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Ok so hi! This is my first fanfic that I wrote on here, hope you all liked it! I took inspiration from another fanfic, about religion, ONLY INSPIRATION (I forgot the fic name 😭 but i think it was batfam x religious!reader. If someone knows the account please feel free to share the name!). I’ve wanted t write my own little fanfic about religious reader because of my own believes and such but I turned it more cult like. Anyways, this is not proofread, I plan to make another chapter or two of this series. Hope you all like it!

Chapter 1<3

[shadbells]

Holis, duda, entonces, por lo que entendíendo Abel perdió a su hija, pero que hubiera pasado si no la hubiera perdido? Cómo se mirara Irem de grande?

AAAAAAhhh what a great question, it's taking me some time to answer, especially because I wanted to shape the story.

Abel did lose his daughter, but if he had managed to save her, the story still has to fulfill the prophecy, so Abel and Narinder would use the prophecy to their advantage.

In this case, Irem would be a young woman with a strong and determined personality, a leader. She would have an impeccable education and would be the one in charge of the island along with Caleb's (Goat) children.

The three of them were raised by Abel and would be the ones in power until Narinder arrives. He would be killing the bishops under Abel's orders, but no one other than the two of them knows

I don't know, I just invented a whole story in my head HAHSJFJDJDJSJSJA

Español: Que buena pregunta, me tomo tiempo contestar, más, porque quería darle forma a la historia.

Abel si perdió a su hija, pero si este la hubiera logrado salvar, la historia tiene que cumplir la profecía, así que Abel y Narinder, utilizarían la profecía a su favor, en este caso, Irem sería una joven con personalidad fuerte, decidida, una líder.

Ella tendría una educación impecable y es la que se encargaría de la isla junto con los hijos de Caleb (Goat), los tres, fueron criados por Abel, siendo los que estarían en el poder, hasta que llega Narinder. Este estaría matando a los obispos, bajo las ordenes de Abel, pero nadie más que ellos dos lo saben.

No sé, yo en mi cabeza me inventé toda una historia iekfkskd

[possesseddesiress]

Switch Up: La Venganza de Logan

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar. Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Switch Up: La Venganza de Logan [ Versión Español ]

— Al diablo, dámelo. 

Murmuré tomando el control de su mano, examinándolo por un segundo.

— Ten cuidado, no lo tomes tan fuerte, Logan – Miles dijo un tanto nervioso, aunque tenía razón, el control era como la mayor invención del siglo XXI. 

Pero estaba emocionado. No había dicho nada sobre haber estado en el cuerpo de Ethan, ¡pero cielos! Si no me había quitado la ropa en ese momento había sido por mero respeto a mí amigo. 

Pero quería claramente quería ver cómo era tener el pecho delgado, o un cuerpo esbelto. Siempre había deseado ser distinto, lejos de... El típico estereotipo de un chico nerd: gordo, con granos en la cara, poco atractivo.

Yo también quería más. Tal cómo Ethan había dicho, deseaba tener algo más que esto. 

— ¿Y ahora qué piensas hacer? – Ethan dijo un poco nervioso.

— Cazar... Cómo dijo Miles.

A todos les pareció extraño que escogiera a Caleb. Tenían razón en que era desagradable, y justo por eso era que se había convertido en mi objetivo. Estaba harto de sus risas, sus comentarios burlones sobre mí peso, una vez incluso había eructado en mi rostro. 

Sabía que era un idiota, un patán, que casi no se ponía desodorante y que usaba su cerebro al mínimo. Sabía que había mejores cuerpos, pero quería venganza. 

— ¿Y necesitas ayuda? 

Ethan siempre era el que más se preocupaba por los otros, con una personalidad cálida y un gran corazón. Yo era un poco más reservado, callado y apenas asomándome de los cómics, Miles... Bueno, era Miles. 

— No.

Pero algo que pocas veces demostraba a mis amigos, era la parte oscura en mí. 

Una parte extremadamente vengativa y rencorosa, que estaba dispuesta a todo con tal de ver pagar a Caleb Hawks.

— Logan, ¿Estás seguro de qu-?

— Miles, ¿Cómo tengo que usarlo?

— Sólo apunta con la antena a dónde quieras que sea el primer cuerpo, luego presiona el botón amarillo. Al final, apunta al segundo cuerpo, botón verde, y eso es todo.

— ¿Y qué pasa si él se da cuenta del cambio?

Miles se quedó pensativo. 

— Hay una función pero aun no está terminada, tendría que...

— Dame opciones seguras.

— Taclealo.

Trague saliva.

En parte sabía que era una muy mala idea todo. Ir solo, apuntarle a mi bravucón con un control, esperando a que no me golpeara antes. 

Pensé en pedirles ayuda, fuera a ambos o cualquiera, Ethan podría quedarse en las sombras y sólo encargarse de apuntar y presionar botones.

Pero quería hacer cosas que sólo mi compañía podía autorizar. 

— ¿Y qué pasará con el control?

— El control se quedará en la mano de tu cuerpo original, dudo que se las ingenie para saber cómo funciona, pero debes de recuperarlo cuanto antes.

Asentí, cómo si repasara mentalmente los pasos para completar la "misión".

— Hecho.

Me giré de inmediato, saliendo de la biblioteca para empezar a caminar por el resto de la preparatoria.

No tenía ni idea de dónde podía estar Caleb, ¿clases? ¿En práctica? Era cómo buscar una aguja en un pajar. Sí, era mi acosador; pero parecía que él tenía siempre el don de encontrarme. 

Decidí salir con rumbo al gimnasio, apenas había personas en tal zona a esa hora, los demás estaban en clases, supongo.

Escuché el sonido de pesas, los bufidos de alguien, y finalmente... Estaba ahí. Caleb estaba levantando una pesa, flexionando sus brazos con el ceño fruncido, había sudor en todo su cuerpo. Estaba concentrado en sus ejercicios hasta que pudo verme por el reflejo del espejo.

— ¡Ahí estás, mantecoso! – dejó caer las pesas, con su expresión estúpida de siempre, aquella sonrisa petulante – ¿Qué haces aquí? ¿Por fin estás pensando en dejar de ser así de pesado?

Mi mano temblaba mientras lo veía acercarse más y más. La rabia hervía por todo mi cuerpo. Apunte con rapidez su cuerpo para presionar el botón amarillo, a lo que él sonrió confundido, más que nada burlón.

— ¿Y eso? ¿Es uno de tus gustos nerd?

Apreté la mandíbula, se estaba acercando, lento pero constante. Estaba a nada de lanzarse por el.

Se quedó quieto. Pero sabía que sólo era una trampa, de inmediato se abalanzó contra mí pero rápidamente voltee el control hacía mí, apunte y presione el botón verde.

De un momento a otro, observé mi viejo cuerpo. Y no pude evitar sonreír con satisfacción.

Mi antiguo rostro formó una expresión confusa propio del tonto de Caleb, y antes de que pudiera hacer algo, le arrebate el control.

— ¿¡Qué carajos!?

Observó sus nuevas manos gordas. A lo que de inmediato corrí con el control hacía los vestidores. 

Me sentía poderoso. No, poderoso era poco, ¡me sentía grandioso! Con mis nuevas piernas fuertes avance a zancadas hasta terminar en la puerta del baño, y de inmediato la azote para poner seguro.

Giré hacía el espejo, para encontrarme directamente con el reflejo de Caleb, o mejor dicho: Mi nuevo reflejo.

Momentos atrás él sólo entrenaba con una gorra y unos pantalones, siempre era descuidado con esas cosas. Usando cualquier ropa para entrenar, siempre dejando todo impregnado con su hedor. 

Me quedé congelado por un momento, hasta que una sonrisa engreída se formó en mi rostro. Levanté mi axila para empezar a oler mi nuevo aroma, sonriendo ante ello; totalmente extasiado por ello.

Acaricié mis abdominales, dejando escapar una risilla al no sentir mi antigua barriga, sólo una serie de músculos firmes. Seguí escuchando como Caleb tocaba la puerta como loco, pero eso era lo que menos importaba. 

Mis manos se dirigieron a mis pectorales, y en cuánto acaricié el relieve en ellos, fue cómo ver estrellas. Una expresión entre confusión y éxtasis se formó en mi rostro, a lo que volví a tocar esa zona una y otra vez. Un gesto tonto, casi idiota, un tanto propio del antiguo Caleb apareció en mí. 

¡Pero lo que fue mejor fue sentir lo que Caleb ocultaba en sus pantalones! Pude sentir la rigidez, cómo crecía hasta abultarse y pegarse de forma incómoda contra sus pantalones, rogando por ser liberado.

Saque su teléfono, lo desbloquee con su huella, empezando a tomarme fotos con distintas poses y caras. Algunas de perfil, enseñando sus abdominales o resaltando sus pectorales, otras con una expresión burlona, o con una seria. 

Pero lo que más me encantó, fue sacar la lengua, rodar los ojos y hacer que se viera aun más tonto de lo que ya era. ¡Tenía el destino de Caleb en la palma de mi mano! Podía arruinar su reputación tanto cómo quisiera, volverme loco de poder. ¡Todo!

Pero entonces volvió a tocar la puerta con insistencia, y no quería sólo hacerle ver a la lejanía todo lo que estaba dispuesto a cometer, no. Quería que lo experimentará en carne y hueso.

Escondí el control en una parte del lavabo del baño, y abrí la puerta para jalarlo dentro con algo de fuerza. Mi antiguo cuerpo sin duda era un tanto pesado, pero ni eso me detendría ahora. 

— ¡¿Qué demonios hiciste?! – Caleb se sacudió como un gusano en mi brazo, pero ni así solté el agarre. 

— ¿Qué no es obvio, mantecoso? – me encargue de hacer extremo énfasis en aquella última palabra, quería romperlo. 

— ¡No me llames así, perra! ¡Tú no sabes lo que soy capaz de hac-!

— ¿Qué serías capaz de hacer, Logan – Apreté el agarre contra mi vieja playera de videojuegos – Porque te recuerdo que ese es tu nombre ahora, tú eres Logan, y yo soy Caleb Hawks.

Sus ojos transmitieron terror, negando. 

— ¡N-no! 

— Sí – sonreí con pura maldad – Pero no te preocupes, creo que ya me canse de molestarte como solía hacerlo, creo que se me ha ocurrido una mucho mejor forma de utilizarte.

Lo tomé de los cabellos con fuerza, levanté mi axila y de golpe lo presioné contra ella. El antiguo Caleb soltó un quejido, y nuevamente trató de escapar, pero no. Lo haría pagar, cientos y cientos de días de que me molestara no quedarían en el olvido. 

Frote su nariz de arriba a abajo contra mi piel húmeda y maloliente, mi mano agarrada de su nuca. Por un rato luchó hasta que pareció irse rindiendo poco a poco. 

Sólo se escuchaban sus jadeos, su respiración entrecortada y cómo empezaba a lamer. 

— ¡Cielos, parece que alguien tiene hambre! 

No respondió, sólo trago saliva antes de volver a meter de lleno su rostro en mi nueva axila sudada y apestosa.

Sonreí satisfecho, jugando con él por un rato. Era más que gratificante tenerlo en la palma de mi mano, en control de cada cosa que hacía. 

— ¿Te encanta, no? – Él estaba de rodillas, con el rostro sonrojado mientras jadeaba por aire, un par de hilos de saliva escapaban de sus labios mientras mi nueva masculinidad estaba al aire – Adoras qué este cuerpo ahora esté en manos de alguien que sí lo merece, ¿no? 

Era como si su cerebro estuviera hecho papilla, apenas asintió antes de que lo volviera a tomar por la nuca para que me atendiera nuevamente. 

Estuvimos en el vestidor por al menos dos horas, hasta que terminó con chorros y chorros de materia espumosa en su boca. ¡Al parecer Caleb también tenía baldes y baldes de néctar en sus nueces! 

— ¿Quién eres ahora? – Lo tome del cabello con fuerza, lo que lo hizo jadear. La imagen era más que satisfactoria, desordenado, lleno de sustancia blanca y pegajosa, con el rostro sonrojado.

— M-me llamo L-Logan...

Sonreí. 

— Qué bueno que haya quedado claro, mantecoso.

Lo solté. Me coloque una chamarra de mezclilla qué él anteriormente usaba, y nuevamente saqué mi teléfono para tomarme fotos, revelando mi nuevo cuerpo. 

Se sentía asombroso, cambiar con Ethan había sido sólo un peldaño de toda la escalinata de placer que me estaba dando ser Caleb. Me quité el zapato, subiendo mi pie contra el lavabo para tomar una nueva foto.

Extrañamente... en mi viejo cuerpo jamás había tenido ese "gusto" por los pies, me parecía un tanto extraño, pero ahora... no podía apartar la mirada de mi pie. 

Me acerqué como pude para olfatearlo, y fue cómo la gloria... Volví a oler, notando aromas dónde antes no los notaba, y sintiendo un gran interés por mi propio aroma.

Cómo apestaban mis axilas, o mis bolas. El aroma de mis pies... Todo mi cuerpo en realidad, era cómo un elixir. Jamás había sentido algo así, más bien. Jamás había olido algo tan... perfecto.

Entonces lo entendí. 

Caleb tenía hiperosemia; un trastorno que le hacía oler los aromas aún más fuerte de lo que eran. Él estaba tan obsesionado por su mal olor porque para él olía bien. 

— ¿Así qué ese era tu secreto? ¿Qué hueles tan bien para ti, que no te importa que los otros sientan asco? – sonreí, volviendo a oler mi axila – Ahora te entiendo... Huelo tan bien.

Él sólo me miró como un cachorro hipnotizado, a lo que sonreí sin más. 

— Creo que ya me divertí bastante contigo. Pero ya me aburrí, así que nos vemos, perdedor. 

Solté una risa para salir de los vestuarios, no sin antes recoger el control. Empecé a caminar por los pasillos de la escuela, justo era cambio de clases, así que los pasillos estaban bastante concurridos.

Levanté mi barbilla, saque el pecho y avance con confianza. No me importaba no traer playera, apestar a sudor, incluso podía oler a aquel líquido blanquecino que había vertido por montones en "Logan", yo olía como la gloria. ¡Yo era asombroso!

Terminé llegando a la biblioteca. Pensé que ya no estarían mis amigos, pero ahí estaban, Ethan estaba recostado en la mesa, al parecer harto; Miles seguía haciendo anotaciones. 

Avance hacía ellos, ni siquiera me vieron venir cuando tomé a Miles por detrás para tomar su cabello. Cómo Caleb solía molestar a todos los nerds de la escuela.

— ¡Suéltame! – Trató de moverse mientras yo sólo sonreía. Ethan se despertó con angustia mientras nos miraba.

— ¿Qué pasa, nerds? Su amigo el gordo quiso hacerme algo extraño con un artilugio suyo, ¿qué tenían en mente al tratar de hacerme algo así?

La expresión de Ethan se volvió casi de terror. A lo que termine soltando una risa, afloje el agarre de Miles para sacar el control.

— Debieron haber visto sus caras.

Me senté en una silla cercana, colocando mis manos detrás de mi nuca e inclinandome hacía atrás. 

— ¿Logan?... – Ethan murmuró confundido. Miles sólo tosió mientras me fulminaba con la mirada.

— No, ahora dime Caleb – dije mientras volvía a esbozar una sonrisa egocéntrica. Mire hacia la mesa, tomando uno de mis cómics para hojearlo. Quería asegurarme de que aun conservaba mi gusto por los cómics, y así era. Lo hojee un rato esperando una respuesta, aunque sólo hubo silencio – ¿No dirán nada?

— ¿¡Qué se siente!? – Miles fue el primero en hablar. Se precipitó rápido hacía mí, listo para hacer cientos de preguntas – ¿Cómo fue, dónde está el antiguo Caleb?

— Se siente increíble – Acaricié mi pecho con arrogancia, después flexione mi brazo frente a ellos para ensanchar mi bicep. Finalmente me acerqué a mi axila para lamerla – Es sentir un sinfín de experiencias nuevas, y sobre el nuevo Logan... Espero que no lo encuentren en los vestidores o su reputación quedará sepultada para siempre.

Reí profundamente. Miles y Ethan sólo me miraron con admiración, aunque en parte sabía que también era con deseo, a lo que flexione ambos brazos para ensanchar mi pecho y grandes brazos. 

— Soy cómo un superhéroe. ¿No? – Hubo silencio nuevamente, sólo me miraban absortos – Vamos, chicos. Dejen de babear y mejor encuentren con quién podemos jugar.

Les señalé el control a mitad de la mesa, a lo que ellos se levantaron con prisa para salir casi corriendo de la biblioteca. Me quedé solo con una sonrisa burlona en el rostro.

Me levanté de igual forma. Para caminar al baño, aún no había terminado de explorar todo este cuerpo...

Entré al baño para empezar a quitarme lo que tenía encima, sólo quedando en calzoncillos. Me encantaba como la tela se aferraba a las piernas musculosas y gordas de Caleb, todo su esfuerzo ahora era mío.

Sus músculos, su hedor, su ropa, su teléfono. Todo, todo era mío y sólo mío. 

Saqué el móvil para volver a tomarme fotos, pronto estarían por todas sus redes sociales.

Su feed en Instagram estaría pronto lleno de chicos sin playera, adiós a todas esas chicas en bikini, no. Ahora estaría lleno de chicos musculosos, o twinks ansiosos por estar a mis pies.

¡Era ahora un puto dios! Con los pies malolientes, las axilas apestosas y todo el cuerpo con aroma a almizcle. Olía asombroso... Y aun mejor, podía actuar tan tonto cómo el antiguo Caleb. Aunque con la gran diferencia de que yo explotaría al máximo ser un "himbo" tonto y apestoso. 

A los chicos sin duda les va a encantar. 

Continuará.

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Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra. Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Está es la segunda parte de "Switch Up", una nueva serie para el blog, ojalá les guste.

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

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[queeniecook]

December 12

"My little girl is growing up." is Caleb's thought as he holds Este so she can watch bunnies hop around on the television.

Este seems entranced by the television - most children are. He doesn't plan to make a habit of his daughter watching TV too much, a plan his wife is thankfully in agreement with. He feels Este kick her feet as the bunnies on the TV hop around and he smiles to himself. If someone had told him five years ago he'd one day be married to be a beautiful red haired mermaid and have an equally beautiful red-headed daughter, along with a cat and a dog, he would have laughed in their face. Even when he had the spell done so he would be able to procreate and he began his pursuit of Vera. He didn't think his dream would come true. But it has.

Now not only is Este thriving, she's crawling.

She's able to pull herself up on furniture and in her crib. Soon they'll be teaching her to walk. He knows Vera doesn't feel quite ready for that step, deep down he isn't ready either but if he's one thing a vampire knows, time moves forward without your consent.

Caleb knows to cherish his time with his little family, to not rush things with them but he also knows he can't hold them back either. His beautiful bride is middle aged but still as stunning as ever. He remains as youthful looking as ever. He wishes he could age with her. He doesn't want to be forever young. He wants to grow old with his wife but he knows that isn't possible, just like Vera knows it as well. One day he'll look the same age as his own daughter if she ends up not being a vampire, which he prays- yes prays- will not be the case. He prays she'll be a mermaid like her Mother or even human. Living forever is not as fantastic as it sounds. He knows one day he'll lose them both and when that day comes, he will lose himself. He will find someone to put a stake through his chest and end his existence. But he can't let himself dwell on something that isn't happening yet.

If he does, he'll miss the beauty and magic of now.

[ducklingpia]

*sigh* I just wanna talk about THE MOST unfortunate aspect regarding Caleb’s Myth

I’m pretty sure a lot of people already know about this… but in case you haven’t… I want you to watch this video I made for a bit

── .✦ Caleb’s Myth Spoiler under the cut ── .✦

As you can see in the EN version, they completely removed the ‘ foster siblings’ aspect entirely from Caleb’s storyline. And I’m a little sad that us Caleb’s girlies En players will forever lose this very important context from their dynamic.

I know a little bit of Japanese and Korean so I was able to translate it.

In Japanese

兄ちゃん (nii- chan) means “older brother/ big brother”

妹 (I-mou-to) means “younger sister/ little sister”

In Korean

오빠 (Op-pa) means “older brother” (used by younger female)

동생 (Dong-saeng) means “younger brother/sister “ (used by older person)

Now I don’t really have much knowledge about Chinese but I do know that he’s the “哥哥 (GEGE)”- older brother and MC is “妹妹 (MEIMEI)” -younger sister

These terms are often used as an endearment to call someone that’s close to you and consider your family. It’s not strictly reserved for only blood- related siblings

Sometimes 오빠 (Op-pa) and 哥哥 (GEGE) can even be used to call your male romantic partner who’s older.

And it’s so important to the relationship between Caleb and MC. In the main timeline they did grow up together. In this Myth, he stated that they’re made from the same source (same lab, same energy source, same modifications, same experience)

It’s not about being an actual siblings that you’re just born with (like the in*est allegations that ppl are making about him)

He CHOSE to be her big brother, he CHOSE to be her family, he CHOSE that role himself because of the responsibilities that come with being her brother means he can protect her from everyone else and taking care of her the way he has always wanted.

So yeah, sorry for ranting 😔 I’m just salty. Also with all that being said I ABSOLUTELY understand infold’s decision to remove this context out with EN localization. English doesn’t really have the words to call someone in this dynamic aside from “friends” so it’s very unfortunate.

[darien-hamilton23]

SOOOOOO

Since I’m in NA server it would be AMAZING if folks could SPOIL TAG CALEB MYTH SCENES AND PICS

Some folks forget that spoil tagging is a part of fandom etiquette and yes it sucks being in Na server. However, please folks spoil tag as I’m gonna be streaming his myth tomorrow!!!

If folks wanna join my twitch is twitch.tv/darienhtva

I’ll be streaming 9 AM EST after I pull offline (send prayers)

It’s gonna be myth day for my cyborg hubby!

Love you lads besties!

[rydrzg]

Se alboroto el cabello al escuchar voz contraria, al menos era alguien conocido y espera no incomodar al contrario " No me mal entiendas me encanta, pero estoy agotado " admite para luego suspirar. Perezoso mira su brazo y no duda en tomarla para impulsarse y ponerse de pie más rápido, sus piernas arden en cuenta se mueven " Caleb, te ves fuerte, ¿no quieres cargarme? " bromea cuando ya esta enderezado y sonriente, tratando de ignorar el malestar muscular " ¿Hamburguesa luego de un entrenamiento? Se escucha tentador, ya me tienes de pie, vamos o si voy a desfallecerse " exagera al momento en que intenta hacerse a la idea para moverse, sabe que ese dolor solo se irá con más ejercicio pero el primer paso siempre es el más difícil " ¿y cómo estás? ¿Me echas de menos? Esa cena... " de nuevo vuelve a bromear, pues el rato había sido más que ameno.

el comentario del rubio dibuja una entretenida sonrisa en las facciones del capitán, que lo observa desde la esquina del ojo con una expresión traviesa. ‘ ¿que no quieres prepararte para las olimpiadas, ryder? qué decepción ’ entona por el mero interés de incordiar, al igual que suma el darle una palmada en el muslo antes de levantarse. ‘ estoy dispuesto a alimentarte, no quiero que desfallezcas antes de tiempo ’ arcos van el alza, el brazo se estira en dicha dirección para que lo tome. ‘ la única condición es que vas a tener que acompañarme ’

[strawberrykumimi]

Especial de Caleb: ¡Es tu cumpleaños! 🍎

Hola! Me tome un pequeño descanso por la Universidad pero aquí estamos de nuevo. El mes pasado fue mi cumpleaños por lo que me surgió la idea de hacer un one shot de Caleb reaccionando a nuestro cumpleaños (que no se note quien es mi favorito jeje). Bueno espero les guste.

Hoy era tu cumpleaños, pero habías estado tan ocupada con el trabajo que olvidaste por completo este evento tan importante, tu mente estaba ocupada mientras corrías de un lado a otro de la oficina cargando pilas de documentos y llenando informes tan rápido como te era posible. Pero aunque tu misma habías olvidado tu propio cumpleaños había una persona que JAMÁS lo haría, y esa persona era Caleb.

Caleb llevaba casi dos meses planeando la forma de hacer que tu cumpleaños de este año fuera realmente especial, aún más teniendo en cuenta su reciente reencuentro. Con todo esto Caleb quería sorprenderte tanto pudiera y haría lo que fuese necesario. Mientras tu eras una maraña de estrés por tu sobrecarga de trabajo, Caleb se aseguraba de que todo estuviera listo.

Te sentaste junto a Tara en unos sofás en la zona de descanso de empleados, suspiraste cansada mirando el techo, Tara te acerco una taza de café que agradeciste como si se tratara de un elixir de la vida, ''Gracias Tara, de verdad lo necesito.'' Mencionaste con una sonrisa algo cansada, justo después de darle el primer sorbo a tu café uno de tus compañeros apareció interrumpiéndolas, alguien te buscaba en la entrada de tu oficina. Con confusión, curiosidad y hasta algo de molestia saliste del área de descanso camino a la puerta pensando: ¿Quien podría buscarme ahora?, pero lo poco que se había gestado de molestia en ti se disipó cuando te encontraste con repartidor que te entrego un gran ramo de hermosas peonías rosas y hortensias blancas y además un paquete comida de tu restaurante favorito, entre las bellas flores se encontraba una tarjeta con un mensaje que hizo que tu corazón se acelerara y tus ojos brillaran, no pudiste evitar sonreír mientras sostenías las flores.

Tu teléfono sonó por lo que corriste para responder. ''¿Te gustaron princesa?'', la voz de Caleb te hizo sentir nerviosa haciéndote sonreír más tontamente, ''Si, no imagine que con todo tu trabajo como coronel recordarías mi cumpleaños. Gracias, enserio gracias Caleb.'', mencionaste sintiéndote profundamente feliz por esto pero la suave risa de Caleb interrumpió aquel momento. ''Jeje, nunca podría olvidarme de tu cumpleaños, pero...Aún no me agradezcas, esto es solo el comienzo.''

Aquella frase te dejo sin palabras, ¿Solo el comienzo a que se refería con eso?

El resto del día fue un poco menos ajetreado pero cuando el atardecer comenzaba a pintar el horizonte con sus colores violasios y naranjas una nueva llamada de Caleb te hizo esbozar una sonrisa mientras tomabas el teléfono para contestar. "Pip-squeak mira por la ventana, no te arrepentiras.", dijo antes de colgar, con una curiosidad latente obedenciste mirando a través del ventanal de la oficina y con el corazón en la mano y un sentimiento de euforia corriendo por tus venas, observaste escrito en el firmamento, con la estela de un avión de combate que rápidamente re conociste, tu nombre acompañado de la frase " Feliz cumpleaños princesa". No fuiste la única que lo noto y pronto todos tus compañeros de oficina se agolparon cerca de las ventanas para ver el evento, muchos de ellos felicitandote por tu cumpleaños.

Sin duda alguna para ti este sería uno tus cumpleaños más memorables, asi que Caleb tendría que esforzarse más el siguiente si quería superarse.

[gunthermunch]

Oh, the devil in me said, "Go down to the shed" I know where I belong

[Transcript under the cut]

Lilith: well this little man is incredible Caleb: it's a perfect choice really, purple is his color Lilith: not what i'm talking about but i guess the glasses are really cool too Lilith: …what do i do? Caleb: you are asking me that? Lily you know exactly what to do Lilith: i know i want to stop Straud from ruining someone else's life. And i know i saw a kid sitting exactly where i used to sit before Lilith: …but i also know i can't just leave everything for The Hollow Morgyn: you're also potentially pregnant Lilith: …oh. Caleb: great honeymoon huh? Lilith: shut up. Morgyn: you're welcome. i'm almost an expert at this point, dear. Caleb: well. you have a family now, It's- Lilith: all i ever wanted. Lilith: sigh Lilith: maybe it all will fall into place… one day.

Bluma: YOU'RE LEAVING?! WG: girl you're getting monthly visits, don't even worry about it it was your dad's condition Bluma: did i… do something wrong? WG: hey- Bluma: di-d i say [breaks] did i say something weird?? WG: Bluma. Bluma all you did was being awesome and the best niece in the WHOLE freaking world. I'm only leaving because… i need to do something of myself. you have nothing to do with this Bluma: sniffles but this is your home, where are you going now? WG: i'm gonna try and visit my best friend. Morgan, remember? Bluma: y-yes WG: …i really need to go, do you understand? Bluma: n-no. not really Bluma: but sniffles i missed dad a whole lot while he was gone. i got really sad sometimes. and grandma says your dad is still gone Bluma: i think that's something i understand. WG: …good. WG: look i- i got a something for you Bluma: huh? WG: i din't want to look at this thing for a while. but i think you could like it WG: all yours Bluma: WOA THANK YOU UNCLE WOLFGANG!!… what is it WG: it was, well, my dad's. WG: it's full of stories. your kind of stories. Bluma: ooh that's so cool! and heavy! Ern…est… Munch! -and it smells SO old! i LOVE it thank you so much!! WG: just keep learning okay? WG: seriously. learn how to read and stay away from my phone. Bluma: yees!

Lilith: there you are. Bluma: mom, this is Jojo. Jojo, Mama. Lilith: that's the guy that's been terrorizing you this whole time? Bluma: …um…! i- think. so Lilith: sweetie… i want this to be the last time you keep something like that to yourself, got it? Lilith: …come here Lilith: i loved your bracelet Bluma: i'm [yawns] glad…

Gunther: aw she's already sleep. Lilith: it was a rough day for a little girl Lilith: i can't believe your mom told her about Ernest already Gunther: oh yes. i guess we can keep the heavy details for the future. Lilith. like we planned to. Gunther: Hi Proffesor X! I've been informed on your powers- Garry: big chomp Gunther: I missed you too Lilith: by the way, Morgyn says i'm pregnant Gunther: oh my god yes Lilith: [chuckles] and i really wanted to inspect that basement. Gunther: you can leave that to our daughter and me. She seems to know the way already. Besides, I might have some ideas…