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shysuccubusstuff · 5 months ago

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Yandere! Caleb:

Content: Non proof-reader; Gaslight + Manipulation + Lying; Established relationship + Somnophilia + Masturbating with clothes + Possessiveness + Riding + Size difference + Praising + Dumbification + Overstimulation + Thigh riding.

Note: I have never been a Caleb hater, so of course I had to write something about this cutie... Have you all seen the trailer? What do you think about him? I'm actually quite glad that they added someone who better fits the role of a dark romance, as Sylus was just a green forest contrary to what he was presented as. Let me know if you want in comments/private messages!! Also, sorry if it seems a bit too short :((

SFW:

Yandere! Caleb, who has known you since childhood, thus it is only natural that he knows every single small detail about you. What do you mean by saying that it's not normal for him to know the exact measures of every single inch of your body? He has known you for over eleven years, it's only natural.

Yandere! Caleb who sometimes takes advantage of your kind heart, remarking just how close you are, gaslighting you into thinking that some of the stuff he does for you is completely normal between friends. I mean, of course friends tell each other where are they every single second, and of course they know all of their other friends.

Yandere! Caleb who also uses the advantage of being a bit older than you, so you just have to trust his advices. He knows best, and he loves you, so how could you even doubt him?

Yandere! Caleb who slowly makes sure to get rid of your other friends, specially those who seem a bit too eager to hangout with you. He does this by lying, asking you to help him searching for the perfect gift for grandma, as he wasn't completely sure if that would actuall suit her taste. Or maybe getting sick on purpose, bathing with freezing cold water, staying there for a few hours just to make sure you would refuse to leave him all alone.

Yandere! Caleb who overprotected you since he was young, always holding hands with you until you started to get shy about it. He was always leading you, his magnetic gaze making it impossible to refuse his requests.

Yandere! Caleb who starts to train late at night as a way to stop his own urges to chain you to him. Punching the training bag as he keeps reminding himself that if he does that it would mean breaking the façade he had spent so much time creating just for your entertainment.

Yandere! Caleb who buys you a beautiful necklace for your birthday, he smiles brightly as he helps you put it around your neck. You were still unaware, but this was just one of the most tame ways he came up with to show just how much he wanted you only for him.

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Yandere! Caleb who sometimes makes his way inside your house late at night, the keys to it in his pockets as you had given them to him in case he ever needed a place to rest, or he simply wanted to pay a visit. He rummages around your drawers, searching for anything that has your scent, he presses it to his nose, smelling that sweet scent as he feels his erection grow under his pants. He bites his lips as a way to keep himself from undoing his belt and start to touch himself just from imagining your precious face smiling at him.

Yandere! Caleb who enjoys using his own body weight as he fucks your pretty pussy, making you whine and mewl each time he increases the pressure against your lower tummy causing his dick rubbing even more against your insides. Even despite you cling to the sheets for dear life as he plunges against you, he simply smiles sadistically, one of his hands petting your hair as he keeps watching you try to stop yourself from spilling out all those lewd moans by biting on the pillow. His mind rushing as he imagines all those damn "friends" hearing you melt under him just from him moving his hips a bit as he forces his way into you.

Yandere! Caleb who loves seeing the necklace he gave you recoiling against your chest each time he helped you to move up and down his cock, nails digging on his back as he kept hitting that sweet spot, kissing your neck as he whispered sweet nothings against your ear: "You're doing so good for me, yeah, keep moving your hips baby..." [...] "Are you getting tired, baby? Let me help you." Suddenly, his hands wrap around your hips, forcing his whole length on a single thrust, a squeal leaving your mouth as the tip of his cock suddenly hit against your cervix, eyes rolling back as he kept pressing his cock against you, mainting you completely still as he kept praising you. "Shh... You're doing so good for me, taking my whole cock inside you... So good baby, so good for me... Just a bit more, yeah? Gotta make sure you get all dumb and pretty for me, right?"

Yandere! Caleb who loves dirtying your face with his cum, allowing you to give him head, his fingers making their way into your lower half, using his rough fingertips to play with your clit as you started to spread soft kisses all over his length. By the time he finally cums, your mind was completely melted from cumming all over his fingers and mouth, sucking on his cock mindlessly as he moved his hips in a slow rythm, only increasing it as he came inside your mouth. When he opened his eyes, he found a precious sight, your mouth slightly open as a few strings of his cum escapep from your soft lips, your eyes looking at him as if you were dazed, glistening with a mixture of pure love and devotion. He quickly cleans it, kissing your lips as lets you rest on top of him, peppering soft kisses all over your face. "You did amazing, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me."

Yandere! Caleb, who sometimes becomes extra mean with you, making you mewl as he forces you to orgasm just from using his knee, having you ride them as he looks at you with an unamused look on his face. You keep rubbing against his clothed lower half, pleading between soft moans to get him to touch you, whispering things like: "Please, please, please, just the tip-- Can't take it anymore... Caleb please--". By the time he decides to get you to cum, you are already a panting mess, drool falling down your chin as your mind is already too far gone, tears falling down your face from the frustration. Before you are even able to realise, Caleb is already forcing you to cum all over your panties, his fingers rubbing against your clothed clit as you mumble a few words of gratitude.

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coffeefleecy · 4 months ago

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Secrets Behind Closed Doors

Pairing: Caleb X MC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Caleb has never been one for subtlety. He finds that people dancing around a subject or belaboring a conversation by not saying what they mean tends to frustrate him so much that he often finishes their thought for them.

Get to the fuckin’ point, He thinks to himself, hands flexing in agitation by his sides, fingers stretching out then curling back up into his palm as the nail bites into the skin hard enough to leave red crescents.

Caleb says what he wants, does what he wants and casts no unnecessary apologies he won’t mean anyways. That is, unless it comes to you.

Word Count: 5.6k

Tags/Warnings: smut, scent kink, possessive behavior, masturbation, face-sitting, cunnilingus, dirty talk

Caleb has never been one for subtlety. He finds that people dancing around a subject or belaboring a conversation by not saying what they mean tends to frustrate him so much that he often finishes their thought for them.

Caleb says what he wants, does what he wants and casts no unnecessary apologies he won’t mean anyways. That is, unless it comes to you.

You.

Everything about you drives Caleb insane and you are the one person he won’t - can’t -be upfront with. How could he be? You make him go fucking stupid. He can barely think around you, let alone speak and be entirely honest with every disgusting, depraved thought twisting around in his mind. He has to filter himself around you to spare the both of you.

“Caleb?” Your voice sends shivers up his spine.

“Hm?”

“Did you want to watch that new rom-com with me tonight? I’ve been seeing it everywhere and I’m afraid I’ll get spoiled if I don’t watch it soon!”

He observes you over his cup of coffee and tries not to fixate on the foam that’s gathered by your bottom lip.

“Whatever, I don’t have anything going on tonight.”

He fucking hates rom-coms, but there’s a lot of annoying shit he’d do just see that pretty smile play at your lips. He’d walk barefoot over hot magma just to hear you laugh. Hell, he’d probably take a waterboarding session if it meant you’d drape those gorgeous fucking legs over his lap.

“Thanks,” You beam at him. “Your place?”

Caleb returns your smile and laughs.

“Sure, but you have to bring food this time. I’m getting sick of you stealing all of my groceries.”

It goes unsaid that he’d let you rob him blind and max out all of his credit cards if you wanted to.

“Deal! I’ll bring whatever you want, just send me a text when you get home!”

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Caleb thinks he has time. You are always a little later than you said you’d be and it truthfully never bothers him in spite of his nagging need to be early to everything. The problem is that you’re knocking on his door and calling out for him as he’s in the middle of fucking his fist, desperate to get some relief and stave off the cravings for you as a precaution. Your voice is blood in shark infested waters, sending him into overdrive as he bucks into his hand.

“Caleb!”

His name on your lips has him whimpering and forces him to bite into the sleeve of his shirt to keep from alerting you to his activities despite the walls and door between the two of you. He squeezes the base of his cock to the point that the unshed tears of pleasure he’s been holding back begin to trail down his face, frustration and lack of release seizing his entire body. Your knocks get louder and the impatience permeates from your side of the wall until it feels like an actual, tangible weight.

Caleb’s throat is raw as he snarls and stuffs himself back into his pants, completely unsure of how to proceed. He has to get you to stop knocking and there’s no way he’s going to be able to finish with you beating down his door, so he picks the lesser of two evils and grits his teeth to greet you.

“Finally,” You huff angrily when you’re met with his red face. “Woah, what happened to you?”

“I thought you were going to be another half hour,” Caleb says, ignoring your question. “I just finished working out - I thought I had time to take a shower.”

“Oh, by all means,” you wave your hand nonchalantly as you push past him, arms laden with bags of snacks and drinks. “I’ll just hang out on my phone or something. I don’t mind!”

Caleb’s thankful for your lack of attention to detail, taking your fixation on settling in to adjust himself in his sweats. It would have to be one fucking cold shower.

“I’ll be five minutes,” he says, more to himself than to you. “Just find the movie and we can get started after I get out.”

You hum, more focused on laying out all of the snack choices than sparing a glance in his direction.

“Sounds good, take your time. I may borrow some clothes, is that okay?”

Caleb winces. Yes. No. God, he wants to see you drowning in his clothes but he’s terrified of what it’s going to do to his already fucked libido.

“Just take what you want, you know where to look.”

Caleb’s shower is wholly unsatisfying; the frigid spray of water does wonders for his erection but sharpens his mind and instincts to serrated points and he’s come to the conclusion that nothing can slake his desire for you no matter how much he tries to snuff it out.

The whole process is around five minutes in total, mostly because he wants to maximize his time with you. Caleb carelessly runs a towel through his hair, faint droplets of water still clinging to the tips of some strands in his haste to get to you. The neatly folded stack of fresh clothes he’s placed surreptitiously on the counter calls to him like sirens as the cool air pricks at his skin, gooseflesh decorating his body.

Being cold is less embarrassing than being hard, he thinks.

He dons a comfortable pair of loved sweats that have been through the wash maybe a few too many times, no structure and all snugness to the fabric. The shirt he’s selected is sleeveless and the armholes are stretched so wide it fits him more like a poncho. He’s caught you staring at his arms a few times when he’s worn it, more likely in awe of how his workout routine is treating him and less likely that you want to rip it off of him, but he likes to pretend it’s the latter.

Caleb sees you’re perched on his couch and wearing his sweater and faded pajama bottoms when he joins you in the living room and a warm feeling spreads in his chest at the thought of you being so comfortable in his space. His fingertips twitch at his sides, flexing and stretching to give his brain something less dangerous to focus on. He can hear you humming to yourself faintly as you scroll through the options on his screen, your face the portrait of unwavering concentration complete with you worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

He wants to bite it.

“I see you’ve helped yourself to my closet,” Caleb remarks teasingly.

“Huh? Oh, I thought you said it was okay!”

“I did, you know me well enough to know I’m joking. Don’t give me that face,” He adds when your eyebrows furrow in concern.

“Your clothes are just more comfy than mine are,” You pout.

“They look better on you than they do on me,” He concedes, focusing on the television screen to keep himself from fixating on that very true fact.

“I don’t know how true that is, your arms look gigantic in that shirt.”

Pride blooms in the back of his throat with a delightful burn. There’s something in the way you praise him that makes him feel like he’s pleased you - like he’s made the right choice and he’s climbing in the ranks of your favor.

I did good.

“I gotta keep up the workout routines - how else am I meant to have the energy to hang out with you?”

That earns him a scoff.

“Please, you and I both know that you look forward to this. Kinda lame that your sister is your only friend.”

“You’re not my fucking sister.” Caleb admonishes you with an eye roll.

“Okay, geez,” You backpedal, pressing the play button on the remote. “I don’t know why it bothers you so much - if you hate me, just say so.”

“I don’t hate you, you’re just not my sister,” Caleb grabs your legs and hauls them over his lap - a position neither of you are strangers to. “Would you rather I hung out with you out of obligation for the sake of some false familial title or would you rather it be of my own free will?”

“Just watch the movie, Caleb,” You relax against the back of the couch and stretch your legs more comfortably across him. “And don’t even think about falling asleep - I’ve got my eyes on you!”

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Caleb can’t make heads or tails of what’s happening on the screen in front of him because you’re absently rubbing your legs together in his lap. He’s going to need a mouthguard around you if he has to grit his teeth anymore; he fears he’s lost quite a bit of surface area over the years. Normally, he grins and bears it, but with how pent up he’s been for the past few days and his precautionary self-love session getting cut short, he’s a little more anxious than usual.

He doesn’t truly mean to use his evol - he tries not to, if he can help it - but he needs you to stop squirming or he’s going to have bigger problems than you being annoyed with him.

“Caleb!”

“What? Stop movin’ around! You’re jostling me.” Caleb snaps defensively.

“I’m ‘jostling’ you? You don’t have to use that on me to get me to stop, just ask next time,” You scoff, fighting fruitlessly against his evol. “Caleb, let me go, I’ll just move away.”

“I didn’t want you to move, you’re just… distracting me. You can keep ‘em there, just try to sit a little bit more still.”

Caleb almost expects you to retreat when he releases his hold on you, but you simply shoot him a half-hearted glare and stay put, too comfortable with his hands draping over you to want to move. He must have a look on his face, because you’re surveying him quietly.

“Got something to say?”

“Nothing, you just look a little flushed. Do you think you’re getting sick?”

“No, I -” Caleb is cut off by the cool, relaxing feeling of your hand against his admittedly glistening forehead.

“You feeling okay, Caleb? We can call it early.”

Caleb’s answering smile is tired; lackluster, though you know he would never ask you to leave or take you up on your offer to do so.

“Nah, ‘m fine. Stay. I’ve just had a long day.”

You pull away to lean back against the couch and prop your head up by tucking your palm to cup your jaw. If you notice that Caleb’s head falls slack to chase your hand, you don’t say anything.

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

Caleb’s eyes flash with a slight glint of something you can’t quite place before he turns his attention back to the television.

“I’m fine, really - don’t worry about me. I thought you’ve been wanting to watch this! Pay attention.”

“I am paying attention - it seems like you’re the one that’s distracted. Whatever. Caleb, I’m cold.”

“Want a blanket?”

“Just come closer – you’re like a heating pad.”

Caleb sighs dramatically while he opens his arms for you, silently panicking and begging you to make good on your promise to sit still. He can feel his heart thudding rapidly in his chest and prays you can’t hear it.

“Seriously, you doing okay?” You ask, muffled into his shirt as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Seriously, pipsqueak - I’m fine. Stop buggin’ me and watch your movie.”

Caleb takes the opportunity to pull you closer to him, squeezing his eyes shut as he takes in the scent of your shampoo. He’s always been so sensitive to smells and it kills him that you give off the most intoxicating one. It’s almost funny, he thinks – how primal human beings can be and how little it takes to reduce them to a lesser state; all instinct.

Fuck, does he have to fight every single one of his instincts when he’s around you. He wonders if it’s like that for you, too, but your face is an open book and you’ve never had a thought he hasn’t been able to decipher. It’s torture for him to know he’s the only one suffering, though he’s at least thankful for your ignorance when it comes to his own issues. You make him feel like a fucking creep and sometimes he wonders if he actually might be.

“You’re so cozy, Caleb,” You groan, the sound doing absolutely heinous things for his self-restraint.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“No, I mean it - you’re like a giant teddy bear.”

Your body molds itself to his, sending his thoughts to dangerous places and making him wonder if you’re ever truly aware of how you’re affecting him and just playing dumb. Your track record with guys leads him to believe that you’re just that innocent - he knows, he’s shared a home with you and the walls aren’t exactly thick.

“Gonna give me any room to breathe or are you hoping that I absorb you through osmosis or something? I mean, really - ah -”

Caleb is cut off by your thigh sliding between his legs in what he hopes is an innocent attempt for warmth.

“Oh, sorry - did I hurt you?”

Your naivety is fucking delicious. Caleb swallows the knot in his throat and shakes his head almost imperceptibly. Ignorant to the source of his discomfort, you shrug it off and slip your arms around his waist.

“You’re being weird today.”

“How am I being weird?” Caleb demands, though the irony of his defensive tone isn’t lost on him.

“Just jumpy. Jittery – I don’t know. I know you said you had a long day, but you’re never this tense around me.”

Maybe if you’d just shown up when you said you were going to and let him fucking jerk off in peace, he wouldn’t be having this problem.

“Sorry,” Caleb’s reply is breathy; strained. “It really is just that I’ve had a long day.”

“Don’t be sorry,” You chide. “Just let me know if I can help. I don’t like it when you’re uncomfortable.”

You lean forward to push some hair out of his face and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Your thigh rubs against him even more with the proximity and you’re essentially unknowingly straddling his leg. A sharp, high-pitched whimper bubbles in the back of Caleb’s throat, too sudden for him to suppress it and too loud for you to not have heard it.

“C-Caleb?” You manage after a beat of incredibly uncomfortable silence.

“Don’t,” He manages through gritted teeth.

“N-no, did I hurt you that time? I’m sorry, I -” You scramble to move off of him, but freeze when you feel something rigid twitching between your thighs.

Caleb wraps his arms around you to keep you from squirming and escalating this situation even further, but all the motion does is push him between your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath, tremors racking your body at this new feeling.

“Don’t - don’t fucking move,” Caleb warns desperately, his voice wobbly and breathless. “Just - just give me a second.”

Your eyes narrow, and whether it’s from years of being bossed around or from the intense urges to push him further, you grind down on him. The effect is instantaneous and the sounds that fall from Caleb’s lips will be seared into your brain forever in the form of whines so needy and broken that it sounds like in agony.

“Don’t make me use my fucking evol on you, you brat,” he spits out, though the words are less like he’s threatening you and more like he’s begging you.

Images of you spread out, forced down by his unwavering gravity while he’s knuckle deep in your tight cunt flood his mind, the dam of his restraint shattering and splintering into dust. His chest heaves as he swallows a gulp of air, desperate for anything to quell the tremors racking through his body at the feeling of you pressed so closely against him. His worn sweatpants are so thin, he can feel the heat between your thighs burning him. You give him no chances to catch himself before he falls and jerkily roll your hips into his.

“What the fuck are you doing, pipsqueak?”

“I don’t know,” you admit breathlessly, but make no moves to get off of him.

“We can’t come back from this,” Caleb warns shakily. “Once you cross that line, we can’t come back from it.”

“Is this why you’ve been so worked up today?” You demand, though your voice lacks conviction as you grind into him with unpracticed and shaky determination.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“So show me.”

Caleb’s cock is so painfully hard in his ratty sweats and your breath so close to his neck has him leaking precum. He’s given you so many outs and is running out of willpower rapidly. You take every last one of his nerves and stomp on them, leaving nothing but destruction in your wake as you invade every pore and cell of his body and hold him hostage.

“Please, please,” He begs. “I can’t - I can’t hold back anymore -”

You swallow his desperate and pathetic pleas down with the faintest press of your lips to his, innocent in intent with no thought behind the action. It’s like you’ve flipped a switch in him. A deep, almost unsettling growl rips from the back of his throat and before either of you can stop it, he’s got you splayed out on your back with his knee pushing insistently between your thighs. His lips crash into yours yet again, though his kiss is entirely mask off and undisguised as he forces his tongue into your mouth like he’s worried he doesn’t have enough time to memorize your taste.

You reciprocate as best as you can with uncertain licks and nips, but Caleb seems almost annoyed when you fight for dominance with the kiss. He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb and pries your lips open with his tongue, conquering your mouth with the sweet tang of apples and desperation.

“Need it,” he pants into your mouth after breaking the kiss to beg. “Need you, need all of you, please -”

A choked moan wrenches from your lips as Caleb lunges forward to cover your body with his and decorate your neck with evidence of his love. His teeth leave small indents that he laves his tongue over to soothe, comforting you like he’s always so good at doing.

“You can,” You encourage, craning your neck to expose more of it to him. “Feels so good.”

“Please, fuck - let me get a taste, I’ll do anything,” Caleb whines as he grinds his clothed cock into your hip. “Just spread your legs, let me in - no - wait, sit on my face. Please, I’m fucking begging you to sit on my face so I can make you feel so good.”

Caleb sounds drunk; absolutely dizzy with the prospect that he gets to see you like this, let alone touch you. His tone has taken on a light, airy and high-pitched kick, breathless and needy like he can’t get the words out fast enough.

“I’ve - I’ve never done this before,” you pant, face burning bright with the inklings of shame that come with inexperience.

“No one’s ever touched you like this before?” Caleb’s head snaps up and when you see the fire in his eyes, the heat between your legs feels like an inferno.

“Never – never wanted anyone,” You explain, though you’re not sure why you feel like you have to. “No time.”

“You saving yourself for me or something, Pipsqueak?” His words are light and playful on the surface, but you can hear the tension, like he’s going to come undone at any second.

“I -” You can barely speak, his words rooting you to the spot and sending shivers down your spine. “Did you want me to?”

“Can’t just say shit like that,” He groans. “Fuck, are you sure this is okay? Please call me off, please - I really meant it when I said we can’t come back from this - I can’t come back from this.”

“Want you C-Caleb,” You stammer, so overcome with all of these new feelings that you can’t even vocalize what it is that you want. “Please.”

In lieu of a response, Caleb dips forward to kiss you again, savoring your taste and whining into your mouth at the friction between your bodies. He’s not even trying to hide the fact that he’s so hard he’s aching and he wouldn’t be surprised if he’s leaking through his sweats at this point, too dizzy with you and the fact that you want him in any capacity to care.

You help him with your - his - sleep pants and clumsily shimmy them down your legs, sucking in a sharp breath as the cold air hits your newly exposed skin. Caleb’s teeth sink into your bottom lip and he covers your mouth with his to swallow your cries of pain and pleasure.

“Please,” Caleb begs as he trails kisses down your jawline. “Please let me taste you - wanna eat you out so badly, please, please -”

“I trust you, b-but if it tastes bad or your grossed out please don’t feel like you have to -”

Caleb scoffs.

“Gonna drink up everything you have to give me until you can’t give me any more,” He slips his hands underneath the sweater you stole from him and yanks it off of you with no preamble, impatient to get to his meal. “Know you taste so fucking good, I just know it…”

Your lust outweighs your confusion at his last statement and instead of questioning it, you thread your fingers through his silky locks and take a mental snapshot of the image of him pressing kisses into your stomach.

Caleb makes a note to pay special attention to your chest the next time he gets a chance – prays that there will be a next time – but he’s far too focused on the scent between your legs that his mouth fills with saliva at the thought of finally getting to taste you.

His fingers tremble as he impatiently paws at your underwear, scowling at them like they’re personally wronging him. Caleb rips them down your thighs and groans as a long strand of your arousal stretches with the soaked fabric.

“ ‘s fucking wet,” He croons, quietly tucking your underwear into the pocket of his sweats as he presses his lips against your entrance.

His eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he inhales, a shudder racking his entire body in a frigid rush at your potent scent.

“Smell so fucking good - it’s all mine,” He mutters under his breath, almost as if he hadn’t meant to even speak those words aloud.

He flattens his tongue against you and licks a heavy stripe up, collecting as much of your wetness as he possibly can.

“C-Caleb,” You whine.

“That’s right, say it,” He says proudly before covering your pussy with his tongue, his name on your lips acting like a shot of adrenaline.

You’re so wet that you can’t tell where your arousal stops and Caleb’s saliva begins. His fingernails bite into your ass cheeks, pulling you as close as he can physically be to you, fucking you with his tongue and working his jaw even though it’s screaming in protest from the effort. It’s so messy, you’re almost embarrassed to look at him as he ravages your cunt like he’ll die if he’s pried away.

“Tastes so fucking good, knew it,” He moans hoarsly, voice watery and high-pitched in a way that makes him sound like he’s crying.

“I c-can’t - I don’t know what’s happening,” You cover your face with your hands as he pulls his tongue out of you and sucks your clit between his lips, the pressure and suction so hard that it almost hurts. “I just -”

“You gonna fucking come for me?” Caleb demands, dividing his attention from devouring you to look up at you.

You hear him practically growl, animalistic and angry, before you feel him prying your hands from your face.

“Fucking look at me, do you understand me?” His beautiful eyes burn into yours, determined and hungry. “Did I say you could cover your face?”

“No, it’s just,” Your voice shakes, wavering slightly as you try to catch your breath. “It’s a little embarrassing - I don’t -”

“Hey, hey,” Caleb’s tone shifts and his gaze softens. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Caleb presses kisses up your stomach, trailing his lips up to your sternum, collarbone, neck and finally your lips. He’s covered in your essence, lips soaked and swollen from his relentless drive to make you come for him. He pries your lips apart with his tongue, flicking it against your bottom lip before sliding it in, forcing you to taste yourself.

“See how good you taste,” He breathes into your mouth. “Could eat you out all fuckin’ day.”

“C-Caleb,” You protest, feeling the dregs of your shame flutter in your stomach.

“Want you to ride my face,” He continues desperately, body trembling above yours. “Get you nice and wet and let you fucking cover me with it.”

“Wh-Where did you learn to talk like this? I didn’t know you were capable of that!” You half-heartedly swat him with a trembling hand.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” He hisses, the words heavy like a looming threat. “I’ve got shit locked up inside my head that would make you want to run.”

“Tell me,” you encourage him, mind void of any rational thoughts as he sucks scarlet roses into your neck, covering you in marks you have no energy to protest to. “What?”

“You sure you wanna know?”

“Just wanna hear you - wanna hear your voice,” you breathe, trembling when his teeth dig into your throat.

“Yeah? Wanna hear how badly I want to fucking wreck you? You don’t even know what you’re getting yourself into, pipsqueak.”

The term of endearment he usually refers to you as sounds like venom; sarcastic and mean as he teases and taunts you - like he’s got an inside joke he’s not letting you in on and he’s getting off on bullying you for it.

“Don’t be mean, Caleb,” You whine.

He pulls away from ravaging your neck and actually fucking laughs, the sound sending thousands of pinpricks embedding themselves into your slick skin, forcing you to tremble and writhe beneath him.

“Don’t play fucking dumb, you and I both know you like it when I’m mean to you,” His grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger to force you to look at him.

“Caleb -”

“You don’t even know what to do with it, do you?” He coos, patronizing and chock-full of false pity. “So fucking pathetic that you want me to tell you what I want to do with you and you wouldn’t even understand it.”

“I’m not a kid anymore, I - “

He scoffs as he roughly jerks your head to the side, stealing the words from your mouth and examining and admiring the marks he’s branded you with proudly.

“Look at you begging for me without even knowing what you want. Fuck, I love seeing my marks all over you.”

“Not begging,” you huff, the long-standing game between the two of you to break the other persisting even into adulthood.

“You will,” Caleb promises. “And you’re gonna beg for me to make you cum. I’m not gonna ask again, get that fucking pussy on my face before I make you.”

You’re speechless as he leans back on the couch, the portrait of debauchery with kiss swollen and spit-slick lips, cock straining against his pathetic excuse for sweatpants. His chest rises and falls as though an immeasurable force is pressing against him, breathing labored as he fixes you with a challenging glare, pupils so dilated you’d worry he’s high on something in any other context.

“I - I don’t know if I can, Caleb I don’t want to suffocate you.”

“I want you to fucking suffocate me, here - I’ll do the work for you,” Caleb snarls, reaching forward to dig his fingers into the backs of your thighs. “Come here.”

You cry out as he yanks your body forward and forces you to straddle his chest. He spares no time, terrified that he’s wasting the nanoseconds that he isn’t touching you as he manhandles you into the perfect position. He’s got you straddling his face, eyes burning in the frenzy your scent drives him to as you drip messily onto his face. Caleb inhales, breathing you in as he digs his fingernails into your thighs to press you as closely as he can to his face.

His tongue is frantic, probing and searching with no rhyme or reason other than to collect everything you have to give him, You tremble above him, overwhelmed with the feelings as every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, white hot wires licking flames of pleasure everywhere inside you, synapses giving way to delicious electricity.

When Caleb sucks your puffy clit into his mouth, you shake so violently that you’d be worried about falling if he weren’t fusing you to his mouth. Caleb is whining, loud and unashamed as he drinks you in, his own hips bucking into nothing as he chases the phantom feeling of you on top of him.

“C-Caleb, I can’t -”

Your words bubble and fizz in your throat, dying out as Caleb doubles his efforts to drive you to blissed out silence.

“Use me,” He pants as he comes up for a momentary breath. “Ride my face, please - I wanna make you feel so good, please just use me.”

“What about -”

The feeling of his tongue probing inside of you silences you entirely, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream. Caleb moves his hands from your thighs to settle at your hips, fingertips digging into them as he moves you like he wants, taking all of the effort so you can just feel. Caleb’s tongue feels impossibly long as he explores parts of you that even you haven’t managed to reach through solitary experimentation.

“Fuck it,” Caleb grunts, and before you can ask what he means or if he’s okay, you can feel his evol weighing down on you.

“Just for right now,” Caleb tries to explain, though he’s too wrapped up in freeing his hands to make sense of it to you.

You don’t have to ask what he means by that, because as soon as he no longer has to anchor you to his face with his hands, he’s got his tongue on your clit and shoving his index and middle fingers inside of you. He’s met with no resistance as your slick gushes out and drenches his hand. Caleb’s tongue flicks at your clit with concentrated and relentless pressure as he pistons his fingers in and out of you, building speed with your every cry and whimper. He can feel you tightening around his digits and by the way you’re trembling, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Caleb - I can’t; I don’t know what’s happening, I’m -” You’re babbling incoherently, a scared edge to your tone as you surrender to the pleasure and exhaustion.

“Gonna come for me, just let go, be a good girl.”

Caleb’s encouragement and new nickname for you cause something to snap, the sound of his voice and feeling of his tongue and fingers taking your body hostage. You hate when Caleb uses his evol on you to bully you, but the feeling of his command forcing you onto his face as he demands pleasure from you has you sobbing his name. You give into him as that tightly wound coil inside of you snaps, your whole body going limp as your brain short-circuits, black dots fading in and out of your vision.

It barely registers when his evol releases you because as soon as the force is gone, he’s catching you with his arms and maneuvering your trembling body down his own so he can hold you to his chest.

“Good girl, you did so good for me,” he murmurs, threading his fingers through your hair to soothingly stroke it. “You okay?”

“I’m - I’m okay, what about you?” You manage between deep, shuddering breaths.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“But - you didn’t -”

Caleb shifts beneath you and it registers that he’s trying to keep his lower half away away from you. You look back and notice a spreading wet spot at the front of those sweats of his you hate so much.

“I did,” He says sheepishly as you turn back to meet his gaze. “That was more for me than it was for you. Did I push you too far? Do you feel okay? Fuck - I’m so sorry.”

“Please don’t say you’re sorry after that.”

Your voice is watery and Caleb notices immediately.

“No, no I’m not sorry it happened, I just try so hard around you to keep it all locked in, but I couldn’t. You drive me fucking insane, you know that right? Like you have to know how stupid you make me.”

“That bad, huh?” You joke.

“Worse. Give me a second to catch my breath and then we’ll get cleaned up, okay?”

“Okay – Caleb?”

“Hm?”

“Can I … Um… is there anything I can do for you?”

Caleb laughs, fighting the urge to divulge how badly he wants you to fuck the last couple of decades of frustration out of him.

“I don’t think you wanna open that can of worms tonight, you already can’t move. Just let me take care of you. There is something you can do for me next time, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Just send me a fuckin’ text if you’re gonna show up early!”

#caleb x mc #love and deespace #lads #love and deepspace caleb #caleb xia #lnds caleb #caleb smut #lads smut #love and deespace smut #caleb x reader #caleb x reader smut #lads x reader #caleb x you

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snowshayla · 17 days ago

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✨❤️‍🔥💕Feeling Bonita💕❤️‍🔥✨

#love and deepspace #lads #lads caleb #lads mc #lads zayne #lads sylus #lads rafayel #lads xavier #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace caleb #love and deespace sylus #love and deespace rafayel #love and deepspace Zyane

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strwberri-milk · 10 days ago

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Could you do one for Caleb, Sylus and Zayne, where they're S/O (who doesn't live with them) calls them during a really late work meeting or something, clearly distressed and shaken, because of something that happened (wanderer attack/almost getting mugged/or whatever else) and ran to their apartment cause it felt safer, not realising that her man isn't home atm, that she wouldn't be able to go in (since she either forgot or doesn't have a key).

Caleb definitely has some sort of remote mechanism to lock/unlock his house. He'd pick up your call the second he gets it - the only reason why he'd miss it is if he didn't see the message but he's calling and texting back the second he notices you've called. If you've left a message he'll immediately go to look at the cameras at his home, unlocking the door remotely and texting you to go inside. If you're on the phone with him he'll unlock his doors as he's talking to you, then tell you to go inside and wait for him in his room. He wants you to be curled up in his plush sheets, heading home as soon as you're calling for him. He doesn't say much as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as you cry and sob into his arms.

Even if Sylus isn't home, if the twins are they'll let you in no questions asked. They'd also alert Sylus even if you already have, knowing that there's only so much they can do to distract you before you're missing him again. If nobody's home then he's also got a remote way to unlock his house and was probably alerted the second you set foot on his property. You don't get a chance to call before you hear his voice coming from a speaker somewhere nearby, telling you to go inside and he'll be home as soon as he can to see you.

Zayne is unfortunately the only one who doesn't have a remote lock. He sees your call and would tell you to either go home and he'll come to you as soon as he's done, or come to the hospital and sit in his office until he can go home with you. He wants to be there for you, but he also is at the mercy of his patients. He'll try to get to your side as soon as he can, but you might have to wait a bit unfortunately. After this incident though he'll make sure to give you a key to his place, just in case something similar happens in the future, reassuring you that you're always welcome in his home.

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janluxe · 1 month ago

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PERMANENT MARK — CALEB/XIA YIZHOU

–contents; fluff, slight NSFW content

–w/c; roughly 1.9k

What if, and hear me out on this, Caleb got a tattoo.

He was so proud of himself that day, returning home to share the excitement with his favorite person of them all. His smile did not falter one bit as he announced that not only did he get a tattoo, but he got two at once.

"So, where are they?" You asked, full of curiosity and eyes scanning his frame involuntarily in a fruitless attempt to find them on him. The air remained thick between you, the rising temperature weighing you down a tad more than the tension ever could.

Summer was right around the corner, after all.

Your question lingered, Caleb only responding with a subtle smirk before he smoothly changed the subject when he heard your stomach rumble, "What do you want for dinner, pipsqueak?" His hands made quick work of turning on the stove and preparing the needed utensils.

It's hard to keep track of time on sunny days, especially when you're around people you enjoy having by your side. However, the dark clouds forming in the sky reminded you that it was still spring, and of course, it would start pouring while you were out with Caleb.

He had suggested bringing an umbrella on your trip to the grocery store, and maybe the rain wouldn't be an issue if you hadn't stubbornly turned his offer down. Now you were rushing back home, Caleb's jacket over your head, trying to keep you from catching a cold.

At least it was fun - running back home like you were little kids once more, not phased by the world's ideals. Judging by the look on his face alongside the warmth of his laughter echoing in your ears, Caleb got to relive the same memory as you. The fleeting feeling of freedom.

Despite the circumstances, he looked relieved to be in there with you, even if he was facing the consequences of your decisions - like being soaking wet, dark hair sticking to his skin the same way his clothes were. "Told you s–" He opened his mouth to comment arrogantly before you threw your hand over his lips.

"When will you learn how to shut up?" Your words had barely registered in his mind when his smirk settled on his face. You could feel his lips curl under the palm of your hand. It was painfully obvious in the way his eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, dark and long eyelashes fluttering sarcastically. The subtle furrow in his brows made him appear even more amused and pleased with your attention. Had his attitude always been this loud, even when he remained completely silent?

And he never properly replied to your ironic comment. Only a scoff escaped him as soon as you slipped your hand off of his face. "You wouldn't love me if I did, pipsqueak." Caleb didn't waste a second, almost immediately shaking the droplets of water off his hair and pulling his shirt off over his head right after.

Oh. God. His. Back.

You had memorized every part of his body, studied it thoroughly from afar, as if he were a piece of art you could never quite touch. Ever since he had gone off to college, he hadn't stopped growing –broadening, getting taller– and you weren't there to witness it. One day, he was at eye level with you, familiar and boyish, and the next, he stood proudly, double your size and towering over your frame without meaning to.

There, you spotted the first tattoo not too long after, positioned right between his broad shoulders, your initials in bold, cursive italics. Oh. He made his way upstairs, not letting you stare at it any longer.

"You should also change, pipsqueak." His voice echoed in the staircase, and you blinked. What was that?

Great. Now you were having thoughts. Thoughts you were supposed to have for any man but Caleb.

"Hey – wait!" You called out, and the moment you started going up the stairs and trying to catch up to him, Caleb quickened his pace. "You never told me where your tattoos are." A heavy huff escaped your lips, leaning against the doorframe.

His room felt warm compared to the rest of the house, a hint of his characteristic smell filling the room – one of fresh-cut apples, musk, and a fine touch of engine oil.

"Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?" He referenced proudly, while droplets of rain hit the glass of the window behind him and raced each other down. Caleb was obviously oblivious to the thunder lighting up the dark sky, slipping into the sweatshirt you had once bought him.

He still remembers the amount of importance it held, especially when he tried to survive the challenge of the academy. Or the nights he felt alone and surrounded by melancholy.

A complex personality with many 'sandpapered' sharp edges and delicate fine points all hidden well under a pretty face.

"You still haven't changed," Caleb commented, moving efficiently as he gently dried your hair with his towel. "And you're soaking wet, too." Does he really have to phrase it like that?

Your eyes caught a glimpse of a fresh set of pajamas for you, the look on your face fainting from surprise to confusion. "What–" you began, only to be cut off.

"I told you it was about to rain." He stated with a shrug of his shoulders, his fingers working to put your hair in a loose braid. He had always loved experimenting with different hairstyles on you, plus he was always a natural at it.

A large hand patted your back before he started exiting the room. "I'll cook up a new recipe for you."

It is so simple, yet not everyone can do it. But it was Caleb's way to show affection, and he never thought of it as embarrassing or ever hesitated to treat you like you deserved.

Your plate awaited you on the dining table, steaming hot and neat. A sticky note on the side 'Eat well, honey :)' – even while he is right across you, resting on the couch in comfortable clothes, a movie keeping him entertained, and filling the silence.

Silence wasn't something he wanted to grow accustomed to. He had endured it all his life, and learning how to like it wasn't part of his plans. He had grown up by your side, and that made his childhood anything but quiet.

"Hm?" He hummed, a small smile creeping upon his face when he felt the cushion of the couch next to him sink under your weight, "What, the chair's not comfortable enough for you, pips?"

"No," you replied, tone laced with sarcasm, "I just missed your amazing company," Caleb smirked, matching your energy effortlessly.

The way you matched his energy was something he never took for granted, "Just don't stain the couch, mkay?" Caleb murmured, gently adjusting your hair so you could eat comfortably.

He had chosen a documentary. About planets, of course. Eight planets in our solar system, around a trillion in the Milky Way, and approximately a septillion of them in the whole universe – and he had chosen Saturn.

And Caleb isn't the quiet type when it comes to his interests, always finding out new things to hyperfixate on. But what he loved more was when you talked about yours, with his attention focused solely on you.

"Well done. I'm so proud of you, honey." His hand found its way atop your head, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Your ever-so-slight frown was his cue to leave. He stood up, stretching his arms above his head – the sweater you had gifted him riding up his stomach, and even under the dim lighting of the TV, you noticed it; a tattoo on his hip bone. And as if the placement wasn't enough for you to get you worked up, it was a Shakespeare quote – "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." The Aaron Warner tattoo.

You almost choked on your own spit while he remained unfazed, picking up your plate.

"Caleb." You coughed, taking the plate from his hand and setting it back on the table before tugging him next to you. "What kind of tattoo did you even get?"

"What?" He tilted his head in response, looking like a lost puppy out in the rain – it made your heart clench. "This?" How innocent of him to offer you another look.

A scoff escaped you accidentally, "Are you sure this isn't one of your stupid pranks?" You questioned, hand reaching out and brushing his skin in an attempt to brush off any temporary ink.

He had always been a sucker for pranks, so who could guarantee you that these were anything more than one of his shenanigans?

Needless to say, the tattoo proved legit, and your sudden action only served to make him as flustered as you.

Caleb let out a faint sound, his breath caught up on his throat – a weak sound for a Colonel. His hand swiping up yours and intertwining them. "Personal space is overrated anyway." He teased, shoulders still a bit tense.

"It's not part of a prank?" Maybe repeating yourself might have helped getting used to the facts that lay before your eyes.

"No—" his mouth opening yet closing once more as soon as you cut him off with another question, "Then why did you get my initials tattooed on your back?"

It was an adorable sight, watching him blink a few times in a poor attempt of registering your words in a mind that remained empty from the moment you touched him.

"Tattoos are supposed to be meaningful, and I don't think I'll ever belong to anyone other than you." The cushion shifted under your shared weight "And it's a nice side piece to decorate your scratch marks." He added with a breathless whisper against the shell of your ear, his body hovering dangerously close to yours.

You had known him all your life, had learned to see him as the most patient person you've ever met. But he was done playing pretend. And Caleb surely didn't even think about acting as a 'gege', not when the leaking tip of his cock kissed your entrance so sweetly it felt familiar, asking for permission after he had your consent.

The sound of the TV long gone, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled your ears alongside the sounds he let out. His movements were gentle, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to silence himself before he grew bolder the moment you asked for more. Now, he was the loudest he has ever been in his entire life.

Your eyes remained glued to the tattoo on his hip, it gave him some more charm. It suited him all too well, and it looked even better against your thigh in the soft lighting of the room.

"I'm all yours, baby." He murmured as a weak reassurance, fingers teasing your clit and a flushed face buried in your chest – his dark hair sticking to the thin glistening layer of sweat and his saliva covering your skin. "Pipsqueak, please–" a whine full of desperation, lost in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

And he was right. Your nails dug into the soft muscles of his back, a way to keep yourself grounded. Of course you wouldn't admit that, but he'd know as soon as the red marks on his back started aching.

a/n; this was supposed to be short, I swear. Thank you for reading and apologies for any mistakes ♡ –Jan

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itsohh · 5 months ago

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NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO FIND YOU EVER AGAIN

#lnds caleb #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #love and deespace #loveanddeepspace #lnds #lads #gif set

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hitoshitoshi · 4 months ago

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who do you think has the most potent cum?

The way I just stared at my screen for a bit wondering if this was actually a real question being asked. But I'll answer to the best of my abilities. Like legitimately. My reasoning is under the cut.

Love and Deepspace Love Interests: Least to Most Potent Cum

Rafayel

2. Zayne

3. Caleb

4. Sylus

5. Xavier

Let's start off by looking at their schedules, and go from least potent to the most potent. This is not actually medically sound and accurate all the way through, but this is coming from my personal experiences, and it ties into how diet can affect the taste of someone's cum, etc. To each their own, this is just a silly little headcanon, so if you think otherwise, then that's perfectly fune. First up is Rafayel. I think he would have really nice cum and takes care of himself and eats on a regular basis. I would also like to think that he keeps himself pretty hydrated as well, and he eats fruits.

Then second up is zayne. He would've been first actually, if it not had been for the fact that even if his "official" schedule shows that he's in the operating room for like.. 5 hours, there could be outliers where he's in there for way longer. But even with that, I still think that he would still make up for that hydration. Zayne also eats very clean and healthy in general. just for that variability only, he gets second.

Next up is Caleb. I don't think I have to explain it much, but he's a colonel... so he has to keep himself strong and healthy. Eats apples, drinks water and has a diet that keeps himself lean and healthy... He just has those long timeframes that could ... make it seem not that great. Third.

Sylus gets fourth. He has those long.. long hours between his meals, and honestly, I'm not quite sure if he drinks water much between his days and sleep, but I know he would during and after boxing training, with breakfast and lunch... but it's just those in between hours that would make me go ??? Because of the fact that if he were more dehydrated, then it'd show.

Last is Xavier. I feel like with all the cup noodles and the meat that he eats... it doesn't do so well. In addition to the water intake. So Xavier would have the most potent cum out of all the love interests.

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heartyluv · 29 days ago

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imagine caleb being so desperate to fuck you that he begs you so sweetly to help him. and he’s on the verge of tears……

i’m thinking you’re at a family member’s house for a holiday, like thanksgiving or something. so there’s multiple people in other rooms spending the night. caleb just gets so hard out of nowhere and he needs you to sit on his cock.

you could never tell him no. you climb on top of him and he’s so eager that he just pulls your panties to the side. then you just start bouncing on his hard cock, only a little. but he begins to get impatient, a little too loud. so you threaten to stop, but you can’t do that to him. he needs to come so badly.

“no, no. i’ll be quiet, i promise. just don’t stop, please don’t stop. let me put my cum inside you. ‘m so sorry.”

“do i feel good for you?” his cheeks are so red and a different type of pleasure washes through him when you nod as your mouth hangs open, breathy sounds escaping you.

“i needed you so bad... you always make me feel so good..”

he’s whining and whimpering and you’re kissing his tears away. and the wet sounds echo in the quiet room because you’re so soaked and he’s leaking precum, getting it all inside you and even trailing down your inner thighs.

“i’m gonna be good. i won’t be loud, i swear baby. just like that..fuck..oh, fuck i’m gonna come…”

and when he does, you have to cover his mouth to muffle his pleas. your poor baby just couldn’t help himself, crying your name as you slowly rock your hips while he spills into you.

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#i felt that omg #i’m…going to bed LOLLL #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deespace smut #love and deepspace caleb #caleb x reader #caleb x you #caleb smut

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einawnimie · 9 days ago

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𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗝𝗔 𝗩𝗨 - caleb xia oneshot

summary — planning his birthday every year was always so hard, considering the people who’d be there to “celebrate” with you, and their beloved crush. But what if he told you this time he just wants you. No other guests?

pairings — childhoodfriend!caleb x fem!reader

content / tags — afab!reader, slight spoiler from his bday event, general idea was non story-based timeline but ofc it’s inevitable, reader is a people pleaser, and often used :/, mentioned nicknames: pipsqueak & angel, just my own idea of his bday card + more.

warnings — slightly suggestive but no actual smut scene, mdni.

words — 3.5k

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Caleb has always been the good-looking, heartthrob senior in school—the kind who has hundreds of admirers trailing after him. And you, you noticed it from the sidelines.

Back in middle school, girls would constantly beg you to be the middleperson for their love confessions.

“Can you ask him to meet me at the school garden after the bell rings?” each one of them would say while linking their arms with you, even though you were sure they weren’t exactly close enough to be doing it.

Every time, it ended the same way. Caleb, casually braiding your hair in your room (he insisted), would sigh.

“Pips, what did I tell ya? I like courage. If they can’t confess themselves, they’re out immediately,” he’d flick your forehead. “Ignore them.”

It didn’t stop as you got older—if anything, it got worse in high school.

“Pretty please! I can’t just walk up to him—I’m too embarrassed!” your classmates would plead, and you’d sigh, rejecting their requests yet again.

“Caleb likes girls with courage, if—” You sighed. “Fine, I’ll ask him.”

At home, Caleb would just grin when you burst through the door, grumbling as you pinched his cheek. “Can you stop being so handsome and charming? It’s ruining my social life!”

And as for his friends? Do you think he’d let it slide if someone wanted to ask you out?

“Hmm, sorry man. She doesn’t like guys who play basketball,” he’d say casually, sinking another shot. His friend would gape—because Caleb was currently playing basketball. “I’m an exception,” he’d wink.

Even birthdays weren’t safe. Especially his.

Your classmates would beg, plead, and negotiate just to get invited to Caleb’s party. “Well—it’s not my party, I can’t just—” But they’d cut you off as you made your way to meet Caleb at the gate after school.

“Please! It must be boring if you’re the only girl there. We’ll be your companions! Caleb’s friends will be there too, right?”

This happened every year—starting from the last year of middle school all the way until Caleb’s final year of high school.

Even your birthday wasn’t safe. They’d offer to “help plan it” with Caleb—conveniently during times when he’d be around.

While he could manage the clingy attention, it was obvious: they weren’t there for you. They just wanted time with their beloved crush.

Caleb would make it up to you, spending time with you alone in your bedroom, with a small cake, a different one from the party. At exactly 11 PM, an hour before your birthday ends. A small after-party, just the two of you.

And you really thought.

You really thought it’d be over once you were in college.

The party’s in full swing.

Soft lighting glows amber across the apartment walls. The playlist is on shuffle—low, rhythmic, almost classy—and the room smells like a blend of cologne, spiced cocktails, and expensive desserts someone brought from off-campus. Caleb always attracts a crowd, even when he doesn’t try. Especially then.

You’re sitting on the armrest of the couch, watching from a distance as groups of people flutter around him. Someone hands him a drink. Someone else brushes their hand over his sleeve, laughing at something he probably didn’t even say. He doesn’t seem uncomfortable, but you notice he’s been scanning the room—more than once.

Looking for you.

You haven’t been drinking much. Just a few polite sips. You’re not in the mood to be pulled into conversations that go:

“You’re friends with Caleb, right?”

“Is he seeing anyone?”

“What’s he into?”

“You think I should shoot my shot?”

You’re used to being treated like the gate to him. A bridge. A pawn.

So you quietly excuse yourself to the balcony, where it’s quieter. The cool air stings a little—someone left the door open—but it’s a welcome contrast to the heat inside.

Not two minutes later, you hear footsteps behind you. “Figured I’d find you here,” Caleb says, voice low and even. You glance over your shoulder. He’s holding two cups—yours and his. He offers one without asking.

“Thanks.” You take it, fingers brushing his for a second too long. He leans beside you against the railing, eyes on the sky. “They’re loud tonight.”

You smirk. “It’s your fault.”

He hums. “Maybe, maybe not.”

A pause. The silence between you isn’t uncomfortable—it never is—but tonight it feels heavier. More fragile.

“They asked me again,” you say. He doesn’t ask who. He already knows.

“I told them I don’t know even though—” you add after sipping from the cup, but he cuts you off.

He finally turns toward you, watching with that unreadable calm in his eyes. “You don’t have to explain.”

“I know.” You glance at him, then look away. “But I always feel like I should.” Another beat of silence. Then, softly, like he’s letting you in on a private truth:

“I don’t like when they talk about you like that.”

You look up, startled—not by what he said, but that he said it.

“I know you can handle yourself,” he continues, gaze steady. “But that doesn’t mean I want them thinking they can just… treat you like some shortcut to me.”

Your heartbeat picks up, but your voice stays even. “So what am I then?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “You’re you. And I want to protect you, always.”

He shifts closer—not in a way that demands, but one that offers.

“And that means more than anything they think they’re chasing.” He sighed and continued. “No one matters to me if you’re not happy. You’re the only one I care about.” He rested his head on your shoulder.

You don’t say anything. You just stand there, beside him, as the night folds in around the two of you, the world beyond the balcony growing quieter, softer.

And maybe—for now—that’s enough.

———

As the years passed, neither of you ever brought up that night on the balcony. It wasn’t forgotten—just quietly left untouched. Now, as grown adults with college behind you and careers of your own, the memory lingers like something unfinished, carefully preserved in silence.

Next week is Caleb’s 25th birthday.

Even as busy as the both of you are, you always kept your promise to celebrate your birthdays together. That never changed since you were kids, so why bother changing it up now that you’ve grown?

“Pipsqueak, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Caleb asked, setting your latte down with a quiet clink.

It was one of those rare days off you both managed to align—so naturally, you’d made plans to check out the new café that had just opened nearby. The air was warm with the scent of roasted beans and fresh pastries, sunlight pooling across the table as Caleb took the seat across from you, his eyes never quite leaving your face.

“Caleb, what do you want for your birthday?” you asked, straightforward.

He chuckled. “What happened to your surprises?” He took a sip of his americano.

“It’s just—I’ve spent almost my whole life planning your birthday, you could say I’m out of ideas.” You pout, propping your chin on your palm.

He softly laughed as he leaned back. “I guess even the Ever-So-Genius (Name) would run out of ideas, huh?”

You glared at him as you huffed. “So, would you be kind enough to drop some hints, please? And give me your guest list. I have to figure out portions and seats,” you grumbled, going through your notes on your phone.

“Sure, I’ll send them to you,” he said with a whistle.

Ah, so there are going to be guests again this year. How lively.

He sent you a file, seems like from his notes.

📎 Caleb’s 25th Birthday Guestlist.

With a soft sigh, you opened the file and tilted your head in confusion.

1. (Name)

2. Pipsqueak

3. (Full Name)

4. Caleb’s sweet girl, (Name)

5. Crybaby and pouty (Name)

You looked at him. “Is this unedited? Perhaps written while you were drunk?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Make sure everyone comes, what I want is to see all of em,” He smiled, taking another sip of his americano as he looked at you with his usual soft, alluring eyes.

———

The home that once felt minimalistic and quiet—clean lines, muted tones, everything in its place—was now barely recognizable. Bright streamers hung from the ceiling, a ridiculous number of apple-themed plushies lined the couch and windowsills, and helium balloons floated near the ceiling, bumping lazily into light fixtures.

A “Happy Birthday, Colonel” banner stretched awkwardly across the living room wall. Even the kitchen counter wasn’t spared—covered in apple-shaped cookies, sparkling cider bottles, and a cake topped with a tiny figure that looked suspiciously like Caleb in his old DAA uniform. A faint scent of cinnamon hung in the air. It was chaotic. Over-the-top. But you knew Caleb wouldn’t mind it. He’d love it, even.

You wore the dress you bought for this very special occasion. A very chic light blue dress with shimmers and detailed embroidery and sequin accents that resembled stars or cosmic patterns.

You also bought Caleb the same themed outfit—another gift you’d prepared for him. He just had to wear it when he finished his work and came home to the party with you.

You made sure to take pictures of the whole party setup before the celebration began, proud of the lively atmosphere you’d created.

You smiled to yourself, realizing this was probably the first time since elementary school that you celebrated his birthday alone, just the two of you. Not an after-party, an actual celebration. You couldn’t help but be excited.

Of course, you decided to wrap another thing for his birthday—the main gift. A brand-new watch you’d been eyeing, imagining how it would look on Caleb’s attractive wrist. You’d imagine how he’d look with it while he’s working, as a pen is fiddled by his long fingers…

You heard a knock on the front door making you step out of your trance, indicating the birthday boy was finally back from work and surely ready for the party. You quickly walked to the door, not forgetting to check yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hair before opening it.

“Welcome home!” You smiled.

You were greeted by a grinning Caleb, standing in the doorway wearing the outfit you bought for him. The sight took your breath away. The soft lighting caught the subtle shimmer of the fabric, accentuating the way it fit perfectly across his shoulders.

His sleeves were rolled just enough to reveal the bracelet you gifted him alongside the outfit, still snug around his wrist. He looked effortlessly handsome, confident—but the way his eyes softened when they met yours made your heart skip.

He gave a playful spin. “Well? Do I pass inspection?”

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathless laugh.

“Yeah, you look great.” You smiled, stepping aside to let him in.

Caleb chuckled softly as he walked past, only to pause and glance over his shoulder—his eyes scanning you from head to toe. That familiar, teasing glint sparked in his gaze.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Pips.”

He turned fully and wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you in effortlessly. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low but warm—like he meant it more than he’d ever admit out loud.

You felt your cheeks grow hotter as you cleared your throat to change the topic. “Well, let’s get the party started!” you announced, taking his hand in yours as you moved to the living room. You looked at his face to see his reaction to your decorations.

“Woah!” he said, amused. “You really outdid yourself again, (Name).”

“Really? I think I overdid it a little.” You sheepishly smiled.

“You did, but it’s never bad to overdo it sometimes! Besides, this just proves you love me just as much!”

You let out a mocking scoff, making a face. You sat beside him as you looked at the cake.

“And this? You made it yourself?” he asked as he nudged your elbow.

You laughed at that, shaking your head. “If I did it, it’d look bad. I ordered this one. I even asked them to make a fondant figure of you! Look!”

You pointed toward it, making him let out a laugh.

“60 points for accuracy, Pips. Though I can say I’m a little less chubbier than this figure.”

He softly pinched your cheek.

You both went on with singing his birthday song.

“Make a wish!”

He intertwined his hands, closing his eyes as he made his wish, then blew out the candles in one try. You clapped your hands.

“What’s your wish?” you asked, looking at him.

“Hey, then it wouldn’t come true, angel.” He smiled.

“Fine, I’ll let you be all secretive,” you dismissed as you cut the cake, handing him a slice.

“Oh, wait!” you said suddenly, springing to your feet.

Caleb raised an eyebrow as you disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, you returned with a triumphant grin, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.

“Wouldn’t be a party without it!” you beamed, setting everything down on the coffee table.

Caleb’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Look at you, prepared and fiesty,” he teased, watching as you uncorked the bottle with surprising ease.

“You better appreciate this,” you said playfully, pouring the wine. “I passed by three aisles just to find this one.”

He took the glass from your hand, his fingers brushing yours just slightly. “Then I guess I owe you a toast.”

“To?” you asked, raising your glass.

He leaned in just a little, eyes locked on yours. “To birthdays, good wine… and the best girl in the room.”

Your heart skipped.

Clink.

You clinked glasses, the soft sound delicate against the hum of low music. After a sip of wine, Caleb leaned back, arm casually draped over the couch.

“So,” he said with a hint of amusement in his tone, “should I be worried about how many apple-themed things you managed to sneak in here?”

You smirked. “Statistically? Probably. But it’s your fault for having such a weirdly specific motif.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling. “Fair.”

A small silence settled in—the kind that felt full, not empty. You reached over to the coffee table and picked up a neatly wrapped box with a deep navy ribbon.

“Oh, right—here,” you said, offering it to him. “Your actual birthday gift.”

Caleb raised a brow. “More than snacks and apple plushies? I’m spoiled.”

“Just open it.”

He undid the ribbon and peeled back the wrapping with the kind of patience that only made you more anxious. When he finally lifted the lid, his expression shifted. His eyes lingered on the watch inside—sleek, matte black with a minimal face, trimmed in muted silver.

Classy. Understated. Timeless.

His thumb brushed over the dial as he picked it up, weighing it in his hand.

“This is…” he paused, then smiled, quieter this time. “Exactly my style.”

You shrugged, suddenly feeling a little shy. “I figured you needed something nice that wasn’t military-issued.”

Caleb looked at you then, really looked—the way he did when he was about to say something meaningful but didn’t want to risk making the air too heavy.

Instead, he slipped the watch onto his wrist and held it out to admire. “Looks good, doesn’t it?”

“It looks great,” you said softly, your smile lingering. Looked just like you imagined—maybe even better. “Happy birthday, Caleb.”

“Thank you, Angel” he replied without missing a beat.

You smiled as you stood up to check the music you prepared—just soft instrumentals.

Caleb turned his wrist slowly, admiring the watch you picked—dark, minimalist, elegant. But his focus wasn’t really on it.

“This,” he murmured, breaking the silence, “might be the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

You glanced at him over your wine glass, eyebrows raised. “Better than the ones with admirers and confetti?”

He chuckled, voice low and warm. “Way better. No crowd. No pressure. No people pretending they know me.”

He looked at you then—really looked—and his tone softened. “Just someone who actually does.”

The room went still. Your heartbeat caught up in your throat. The lights around the room glowed amber, flickering faintly against the quiet hum of music.

Caleb stood and set his glass down, walking toward you with that usual calm confidence—but there was something different in his eyes now. Like gravity. Like you were the only thing in the room pulling him in.

You watched him approach, your breath growing shallow without meaning to. When he stopped in front of you, his hands found your waist, drawing you to your feet with a quiet ease.

“I keep thinking,” he murmured, “about how long I’ve wanted a moment like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but his thumb brushed over your cheek and your words faltered.

“I never needed the spotlight,” he continued, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips. “Just this. You. Like this.”

You barely had time to respond before he kissed you—slow at first, full of emotion, like he was memorizing it. His hands moved to your back, your waist, pulling you closer as his lips deepened the kiss, tasting of red wine and something undeniably him.

Your fingers curled into his shirt. You could feel his heartbeat pressed against yours—fast and steady, like yours.

“Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips.

You nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

Caleb pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. His voice was lower now, rough around the edges. “I’ve never… not with anyone else.”

Your chest tightened, something tender blooming between the heat. “Me neither.”

He smiled—crooked, honest, vulnerable in a way that made your stomach flip.

“Guess we’ll figure it out together,” he said.

His hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, not rushing, just exploring with reverence. You kissed again, slower now, and the tension threaded itself around your limbs—unspoken permission, matched breath for breath. His lips ghosted down your jaw, to your collarbone, sending sparks that had you gripping his arm tighter.

“Stay with me,” he murmured.

“I already am,” you breathed.

As the lights dimmed around you, and the last sliver of the outside world faded into nothing as you both walked toward his bedroom, his lips still attached to your neck, Caleb held you like the moment would never come again. Not as a colonel. Not as a hunter. Just Caleb and you. And tonight, that was enough.

———

The morning sun crept in gently through the curtains, brushing everything in golden light—the living room still carrying traces of last night’s celebration. An empty wine glass on the floor. Apple-shaped confetti scattered under the coffee table. The faint scent of warm skin and candle wax lingering in the air.

In his bedroom, your clothes were on the floor, all over the room. His new watch was on the nightstand.

You shifted slightly beneath the blanket, Caleb’s arm still heavy around your waist. His chest rose and fell against your back, slow and steady. The moment you moved, he murmured sleepily.

“Mm… don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, turning just enough to see his face.

His eyes were barely open, but the way he looked at you felt grounding—like gravity itself chose you.

“Hi,” you said softly.

He smiled. “Hi.”

Silence fell for a moment. Not awkward—just comfortable. Full. His fingers gently traced lazy circles against your side, while yours absentmindedly played with the blanket’s frayed edge.

Last night felt like a dream. A slow unraveling of restraint. Nervous kisses that deepened into something weightless. Fingers fumbling at fabric. Breathless laughter in between unsure touches. And then stillness. Quiet. Close.

Now, in the morning glow, nothing felt rushed. No embarrassment. Just a different kind of closeness—like you’d crossed some invisible line that had always been waiting for you both.

“You’re warm,” Caleb murmured, voice still rough from sleep.

“You’re heavy,” you teased, shifting under his arm.

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “You didn’t mind last night.”

Your cheeks heated, and you swatted his arm lightly. “Caleb.”

He tilted his head to look at you better, one corner of his smile tugging up. “What? I’m just saying, for a first time… it didn’t feel awkward. Or scary. Just… right.”

You nodded, the tenderness in his voice making your heart ache in the best way.

“I’m glad it was you,” you whispered.

His gaze lingered on you, and then—very gently—he leaned in and kissed you again. Not rushed, not hungry like last night. Just soft, and slow, and sure. “Me too.”

His arms snaked around your waist, as he smirked, “I’m now 25 years and one day old. Need to celebrate that too.” He dropped you back into the mattress as you let out a yelp.

“What? Hey! I’m aching all over!” You laughed as he kissed the marks he left last night, a proof of his love for you. “One more round, and we’ll go for a breakfast date.” He gave a peck on your lips before he lined himself on your entrance again.

———

BONUS! High school—

“Caleb!”

He turned, stopping just outside the gym. A girl caught up, breath quick.

“I like you,” she said. “Would you go out with me?”

Caleb blinked, lips parting slightly. He looked… unsure. Not because he hadn’t heard that before—but because this time, the words felt heavier.

“I…” He hesitated. “I don’t think I can.”

She frowned. “Why not?”

His gaze shifted—past her, toward the gate where you stood waiting, headphones on, kicking at the pavement with the toe of your shoe.

A breath. Then, softly—but with weight:

“Because someone already has me.”

And without another word, he walked off—toward you.

fin.

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

a/n: HAPPY CALEB DAYYY! almost gave up on his bday card LMFAO hope you guys like love one, and if you guys have any requests feel free to drop it in my asks!

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