#obsessive caleb

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Forgotten Bonds

[Caleb x FemReader]

Summary: Caleb never expected to see you here. Imagine his shock when he confronts you, only to find out that you have no idea who he is

Warnings: (All my stories are 18+) Kidnapping, Yandere Caleb, Dead Doves do not eat

Word count: 11k

She moved through the corridors of his ship, a ghost in familiar halls, unaware that he was a phantom watching her every step. From his shadowed vantage point, Caleb's fingers curled around the cold metal railing, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned white, tracking her every movement. She looked just as he remembered— strong, capable, sharp-eyed. The same fire in her stance, the same unwavering confidence in her stride. But she did not look for him.

She did not pause. Did not hesitate. Did not demand to know where he was. The expectation of it had burned in him for so long— he had imagined her rage, her accusations, the moment she would storm into his presence, furious that he was alive, that he never reached out to her. He was prepared for the sharpness of her voice, the heat of her anger, the inevitable battle of words that would follow.

And yet… she walked these halls as if he was nothing. As if he never existed. The hum of the ship’s engines vibrated through the floor, a constant, low thrum that echoed the frantic beat of his heart. His jaw tightened, a tremor running through his body. Perhaps she was avoiding him. Perhaps she already knew he was here and was simply waiting for him to make the first move. No, she wouldn't. She wouldn't just ignore me. Or, would she? The thought sent a chill down his spine. She wouldn’t pretend he didn’t matter. That wasn’t who she was.

Caleb forced himself to remain still, to wait just a little longer. He couldn’t let the others see. They did not know what she meant to him—what she was to him—and they never would. If they realized she was his weakness, they would take her from him. And he would not allow that. Not after everything.

But soon… soon he would make himself known. And then, he would finally hear the words that had haunted him for so long. “Why didn’t you come to me?” He was ready for her fury.

The ship’s corridors were eerily quiet, the sterile white walls reflecting the dim emergency lighting. Caleb had chosen this place carefully—a secluded part of the fleet where no wandering eyes would find them. He had waited long enough. No more shadows. No more distance. Now, face-to-face, he would finally have what he had craved.

She turned the corner, stopping short the moment she saw him. For a breath, neither of them moved. Caleb watched the way her shoulders tensed, how her hand twitched toward the hilt of her weapon—pure instinct. That part of her hadn’t changed. His chest tightened, heat rising beneath his skin. Say my name. Say anything.

But she didn’t. Instead, she straightened, brows furrowed in confusion. Confusion. Not anger. Not pain. Not the rage he was prepared for. His throat tightened. 

“You’ve been avoiding me… haven’t you?” he said, the words laced with a wounded disbelief.

She blinked, guarded. He had caught her by surprise but she quickly recovered and adjusted her posture when speaking to a higher up. “No, sir. I don’t believe I am.”

Caleb narrowed his eyes at her before speaking again. “It’s ok. We are alone here and there are no cameras. You can speak informally.” He sighed. ‘She must be keeping up appearances since she’s clearly under cover.’  

“Okay….” She regarded the man with a confused look. 

“Why haven’t you made time to see me? I noticed you immediately and yet you never tried to seek me out or get my attention. Why?” He kept his tone even, not wanting to sound pathetic. He didn’t deserve to make this situation about him. ‘No, this was all about her. She deserves to rage and yell at me. I owe her an explanation.’

“Excuse me for being so blunt but… should I know who you are?” A flicker of uncertainty crossed her features.

The world tilted. His body went rigid, breath stalling in his lungs. The words were foreign, nonsensical. A cruel joke he didn’t understand. His fingers twitched at his sides. 

“What?”

She hesitated, watching him carefully, like she’s trying to assess a threat. Like she’s standing before a stranger. “I don’t—” She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I don’t know you… do I?” Her eyes searched his, a hint of desperation in their depths.

Silence.

It was the worst thing he had ever heard. This had to be some sort of prank. She was always pulling pranks on him and maybe this time was a cruel joke she wanted to play on him since he had left her. It could just be payback. 

He screwtinized her for a moment, searching her eyes, her face, her body language for any hint that this may be true. He needed this to be the case because the latter would just be too harsh. He knew her best in this world, she could never hide anything from him. So when his inspection came up fruitless, he couldn’t stop the wave of emotions that hit him.  A storm brewed behind his eyes, dark and consuming. He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, as if getting too close would shatter the fragile reality he’d found himself in. 

“You don’t know me?” he repeated, the words sounded hollow, like a wound he couldn’t yet feel.

She tensed, a feeling of dread washed over her but didn’t back away. “No.” Y/n’s expression was a mix of confusion and a growing unease.

His patience splintered. He surged forward, forcing her back against the wall, caging her in before she could react. One hand braced beside her head, the other curling around her wrist, not tight enough to hurt—but enough to hold still. Enough to feel the warmth of her skin, proof that she’s real.

“You’re lying.” His voice was low, steady, but underneath it, something unhinged stirred. “Say my name.”

Her breath caught, lips parting—but there was no recognition in her eyes. Y/n’s eyes darted around the hall, looking for a distraction or a route of escape but it was empty. Mentally, she cursed herself for staying so late. “I— I don’t know you.” she said again, softer this time, like she could feel the weight of his devastation but didn’t understand why.

His grip tightened and he clenched his teeth shut. His heartbeat was deafening. ‘This isn’t possible. This isn’t right. I was prepared for her anger, for resentment, for anything but this. Not this empty, hollow gaze. Not this unbearable distance between us.’ A bitter laugh escaped him, sharp and humorless. It sounded almost painful to her ears.

 “No,” he murmured, shaking his head.

 “No, that’s not how this goes. You don’t… you can’t… you can't forget me. You can't forget us." His fingers tightened around her wrist. His heart felt like it was being torn apart.

She flinched, not from pain but from something else. Instinct, maybe. The feeling of something being wrong. Caleb swallowed hard, forcing himself to loosen his grip on her, to steady his breathing. Losing control now wouldn’t help. He needed to be careful. He needed to fix this.

Bathing his resolve, he calmed himself. His free hand lifted, his fingers brushing against her cheek. Soft. Hesitant. Pleading. “Look at me.” His voice was almost gentle now, a desperate whisper. “Just look at me a little longer… Remember, the time we went to the old observatory? Remember the shooting stars? You said…” His voice trailed off, a raw ache forming in his throat. “Just look at me… You’ll remember.”

Y/n didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean into his touch either. Her eyes flickered with a mix of fear, confusion, and pity. For the first time in his life, Caleb felt utterly helpless. The love of his life didn’t recognize him. It burned him to accept this truth. 

But just because he had to accept it, doesn’t mean he would stop trying to break through to her.

The silence became a weapon, a suffocating pressure against Y/n's temples. She felt a knot of unease tightening in her stomach. The colonel’s grip on her cheek was… intense. Uncomfortably so. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, now held a disturbing, almost feverish gleam.

"Tell me something," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rasp that sent a shiver down her spine. "Anything. A memory… a flicker of recognition… anything that proves you're not just an empty shell."

Y/n’s brow furrowed. He was acting… strange. Almost unhinged if she had to put a name to it. She had found him a bit intense at this moment. This was bordering on… unsettling. She shifted slightly, trying to create some distance, but his grip tightened, her face contorting to show her growing fear.

"I’m sorry." she said, her voice strained.

 "You're… you're the colonel. I understand that. But I don’t know you personally." She was trying to be professional, but the words felt hollow, inadequate. She felt a phantom pain, like a ghost of a touch, a whisper of a name she couldn't quite grasp. It was like a cage, a memory she was trapped within, but couldn't see. Her lips trembled.

Caleb’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous in their depths. “The Colonel?” he repeated, his voice laced with a bitter, mocking tone. “Is that all I am to you now? A title? A uniform?” He moved his hand, tracing the delicate curve of her throat, his touch a possessive caress that made her skin crawl. 

“Don’t you remember the garden? Gran’s garden? The sunflowers, reaching for the sky, their faces turned to the sun, just like you used to turn to me?” 

“Or the cliff overlooking the ocean?” He hissed, his voice laced with a dark, desperate intensity

Y/n flinched at his touch, a wave of revulsion washing over her. ‘Grandma's garden... sunflowers... the cliff overlooking the ocean. These are oddly specific. Could they be code? Or is he just delusional?’ She didn’t like this unknown. She didn’t like how close he was, how possessive he was acting. “I… I don’t remember any garden,” she said, her voice sharp, defensive. “And I don’t appreciate you touching me like this.” Her eyes flashed with defiance.

"Colonel, I understand you're upset, but this is highly inappropriate. Let's discuss this in a more professional setting." She was doing her best to de-escalate the situation.

His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He could feel the rage building, a dark, suffocating force threatening to consume him. She was rejecting him. Him. The one person who’d given her everything. The one person who loved her more than life itself.

“The wind was a tempest, trying to tear us apart, but we clung to each other, our bodies pressed together, a single, defiant force against the storm. Remember how you whispered that you’d follow me anywhere, even to the edge of the world?” He kept going, ignoring her unease and harsh words.

Y/n’s eyes narrowed. She was beginning to get sick of this and the colonel was not hearing her at all. She didn’t care for the way he was holding her either. It was too familiar for someone she had just met. “I don’t remember any of that,” she said, her voice cold, dismissive.

“And I don’t appreciate you trying to force these… memories of me. If you will excuse me, colonel. I have to be somewhere else.” She tried to push past him, but he blocked her path. She tried to shake his hands from her but he only held on firmly. She pouted and swung her face up to meet his. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. However, when she met his gaze, it scared her. Caleb’s purple galaxy  eyes burning with a dark, possessive intensity at her actions. Her breath hitched, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.

“You’re lying,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. 

“You remember. You have to. You were mine and I won’t let you forget that.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, sending a shiver of dread down her spine. “We’re bound together, by blood, by memory, by something far deeper and darker than you can comprehend. And I won’t let you escape.”

He gently took her hand, his grip tightening until it bordered on painful, his fingers digging into her skin.“Just… stay with me,” he commanded in a low voice. He sounded almost desperate. “You are mine, Y/n and I won’t let you go again. You’ll remember, even if I have to force every memory back into your mind.” He looked at her with eyes that were void of warmth, icy and determined. Y/n was now looking at a person she deemed to be very unwell. Her eyes widened and her brows knitted together, a silent plea for him to stop.

Y/n’s heart ached, a flicker of something akin to sympathy stirred deep within her. She wanted to reach out, to soothe the raw desperation in his eyes, to bridge the chasm that had opened between them. But his rough words, his possessive touches, anchored her, a stark reminder of the danger this man posed. She knew a single moment of weakness, a hint of sympathy, would be twisted into something else entirely, used as a weapon against her. Her face showed a clear feeling of conflict.

"You're scaring me," she said, her voice trembling slightly, but firm. "I don't know you. I don't remember any of this. And I want you to stop." She tried to keep her voice even, but a tremor betrayed her fear. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl. She looked at him with a face that showed fear and revulsion.

Her harsh words, the absolute denial in her eyes, snapped something within Caleb. He had fought tooth and nail, clung to every precious memory of her, every shared moment, every whispered secret— he endured so much pain to keep them and she discarded him so easily, as if he were nothing more than a stranger in a uniform. It was the most agonizing pain he’d ever felt, a searing, white-hot agony that consumed him, leaving only a cold, empty void in its wake. His face now showed a cold resolve.

A coldness settled over him, a chilling detachment that replaced the raw desperation. The pleading in his eyes vanished, replaced by a steely resolve. He had tried to be gentle, to coax her memories back, to reignite the spark that had once burned so brightly between them. But she had given him no choice. He would take what he wanted, what was rightfully his, even if it meant resorting to methods he never thought he would use. His face was now a mask of cold determination.

His eyes, once filled with pleading, now held a chilling emptiness, a blank slate that mirrored the void within him. "You want me to stop?" he repeated, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, like a machine reciting programmed lines. "Fine. You leave me no other choice."

He released her hand, the sudden absence of his touch sending a jolt of fear through Y/n. A sense of panic washed over her. Before she could react, before she could even raise her hands in defense, he moved first. His hand shot out, a swift, brutal strike that connected with the side of her neck.

A wave of dizziness washed over Y/n, her vision blurring, the walls of the corridor swirled around her. She stumbled, her legs giving way beneath her. Her body fell forward into the colonel’s embrace. The last thing she saw was Caleb's cold, impassive face, his eyes devoid of warmth, before darkness consumed her, plunging her into an abyss of unconsciousness. Her face showed the feeling of being betrayed.

The walls of the corridor seemed to close in around him, the silence amplifying the thundering of his heart. He looked down at Y/n’s unconscious form, her body slumped against him, a strange mix of emotions swirling within him. He felt nothing, and everything. A hollow ache, a twisted sense of satisfaction,  and then a cold and empty triumph. He had broken her, just as she had broken him. He carefully scooped her into his arms, carrying her bridal style. He noted that the weight of her comatose body was surprisingly light. His face remained emotionless. He would take her somewhere safe, somewhere where he could fix her. He would make her remember. He would make her his again.

With long strides, Caleb carried her through the deserted corridors, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. The ship was quiet now, the crew tucked away in their quarters, unaware of the drama unfolding before them. He reached his apartment, a secluded haven within the vast expanse of the ship.

He gently laid her down on his bed, her body limp and unresponsive. He removed her shoes and outer uniform, his movements careful and deliberate, as if handling a fragile artifact. He sat down beside her and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He has her. Despite the troubling circumstances, he actually had his love under his roof. Caleb could not help the love smile that found its way to his face as she gazed upon her sleeping form. He studied her face, her features etched in worry even within her sleeping state. He wanted to see her, the real her, the Y/n only he knew.

He gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. She was so delicate, so warm. He remembered countless nights doing this as children, making sure she was tucked in and safe. He leaned closer, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume, a familiar aroma that stirred memories of their shared childhood.

A pang of guilt pierced through his resolve. He had hurt her, violated the trust she could not remember giving. But he quickly pushed it aside, justifying his actions. He had always protected her, always been her shield against the world. He remembered how she’d always run to him, tears streaming down her face, after some mean kid had pushed her or teased her. "Caleb, make them stop!" she’d cry, and he would, with a fierce protectiveness that bordered on rage. He was her knight, and she, his princess.

He remembered the day they were adopted by Grandma Josephine. He was older, stronger, and he immediately took on the role of her protector. He would fight anyone who dared to hurt her, physically or emotionally. It made him feel powerful, needed. It was a boost to his ego to be needed by Y/n, his "Pipsqueak," as he fondly called her.

Seeing her here, in his bed, so vulnerable, was a twisted echo of those childhood moments. It was a reminder of his power, of his control. He had always been the one to protect her, to take care of her. Now, he would protect her from herself, from the amnesia that had stolen her away from him.

His fingers tracing the delicate curve of her cheek."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that today. But I can't bear to lose you again." He whispered before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

He paused when she mumbled something incoherent, watching her face, searching for any sign of her waking. But her eyes remained closed, her expression blank. He sighed, a deep, heavy sigh that echoed through the quiet room.

"I know you're in there," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I can feel it. You just need time to remember." He placed his hand over her heart, feeling the steady rhythm beneath his fingertips. "I'll wait for you," he whispered, his voice filled with an unwavering determination.

He stood up, leaving her alone on the bed. He needed some space, some time to collect himself. He walked to the window, placing his forehead against the cold glass, cooling him down, a stark contrast to the heat of his emotions. He looked out at the stars, their twinkling lights a stark reminder of the vastness of the universe, a universe that seemed to have conspired against him.

His mind ran with preparations, formulating plans, strategizing. He couldn't keep her here indefinitely. The others would notice her absence and would start asking questions.He, himself could not neglect his duties for very long either. He needed a solution, a way to keep her here without raising suspicion. ‘A long mission should give me ample time to fix this issue.’ He mused. It was a simple solution and no one would dare to question him.

He turned back to the bed, his gaze fixed on Y/n's still form. He had to make her remember. He had to make her see his truth. He had to make her his.

Caleb walked out of the room, not sparing another glance to his captive. He had a lot of work to do now that Y/n is back. He would anticipate her every reaction and plan obstacles accordingly to stop her.

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Y/n awoke to the enticing aroma of her something absolutely delicious. She couldn't quite place what the dish was but that stirred a deep sense of comfort and longing. It was something savory and most likely a type of meat dish. The scent filled the room, triggering a wave of nostalgia and a deep ache in her heart. She really wanted to eat whatever that was. She sat up, her head throbbing, her body tense. Glancing around the room, she noted it was unfamiliar, sterile, and unsettling. 

Before her clouded mind could catch up Caleb entered, a smile plastered on his face, holding a tray laden with the braised pork ribs and a few side dishes.

"Good morning, Pipsqueak." he said, his voice saccharine sweet, a stark contrast to the coldness she’d seen in his eyes last night. "I thought you might be hungry."

She watched in stunned silence as he walked over and placed the tray on the bedside table, his eyes lingering on her. "How are you feeling?"

Y/n’s eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp and suspicious. "Is that a trick question?" she said, her voice laced with barely concealed anger. "Where am I, sir? And why did you bring me here?" She  was seething. 

Caleb's smile faltered, replaced by a look of forced concern. "You’re home, Y/n." he said, his voice calm. "Seems some of your memories are missing, but they'll come back. I promise. Until then, I need to keep you close to me. You should eat first and I’ll explain everything in detail."

He picked up the tray and held out, but Y/n refused to take it. She turned her head away from the delectable dishes and her stomach almost protested at her for turning it down. 

"Where are my things? I want to leave." Her voice was hard. She wasn’t going to play along with him.

Caleb's eyes darkened, a flicker of anger flashing across his face. "You're not going anywhere." he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're staying here, with me. It's for your own good."

"For my own good? Or yours, colonel?" Y/n scoffed, her voice filled with disbelief. He narrowed his eyes at her. He didn’t like the accusation.

"You knocked me unconscious and brought me to a strange place. You're holding me against my will!" She yelled at him. 

Caleb's expression softened, a mask of wounded innocence settling over his features. ‘Now she’s acting like her usual self.’

"You don’t have to get so worked up. I would never hurt you, Pipsqueak," he said, his voice laced with a false tenderness. "I'm just trying to protect you. You're not safe out there on your own, not on the Fleet. The amnesia has made you even more vulnerable."

"What—" Y/n interrupted, a small flicker of recognition sparked in her eyes. "What did you just call me?" Her brows furrowed and an unknowing tear escaped from the corner of her eye. Surprise flashed on his face, he could see the gears in her brain working double time to understand what she could not recall.

“Pipsqueak. It’s what I always called you.”

A wave of relief and elation washed over Caleb. ‘I was starting to think I was actually crazy for a moment. But she’s remembering. Or at least, a part of her is.’ It was a small victory, but a significant one. He couldn't help but reach out, his hand hovering over her cheek, wanting to wipe away the tear that had traveled down her face.

Y/n flinched away from his touch, swatting his hand away. "Don't touch me." she hissed, her eyes filled with suspicion.

Caleb's smile returned, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Such an angry kitten," he purred. He rested the tray back down and just watched her amusingly. “I won’t touch you, pipsqueak. I just want you to eat. You haven’t eaten since yesterday and I made your favorite.” 

“Who’s fault is that?” You glared at him. But he just chuckled. “Besides, I’m not eating anything you made. It could be—“ she never got to finish her sentence before he picked up each dish, mixed it and took a bite of each one before giving her a small smile and raising his brow. “No poison or drugs.”

She still didn’t touch the food. This whole situation felt too weird to her. She needed to think of a way to get out of here and contact HQ but considering who was in front of her, she knew she had to be very careful.

Caleb frowned and shook his head. ‘You’re still as easy to read as ever.’ He can see her plotting her plan of exit.  

He got up from the bed and stood, looking down on her. "It’s fine. Don’t eat. But you’ll regret it when you do remember me.” He said playfully. “This is your home now. You're staying here, with me, until you remember." 

Y/n felt her blood boil. She felt trapped with this man and it utterly pissed her off. She wouldn't be a helpless victim. Now that the colonel was far enough away from her that she wouldn’t easily be grabbed, she shot out of bed, making a dash for the door.

"Don't even think about it, Pipsqueak," Caleb said, his voice dangerously low. He didn't do much as step forward before Y/n found herself frozen in place, an invisible force holding her captive. She tried to struggle against it, her muscles straining, but it was no use. She couldn’t move at all.

Y/n felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She recognized the sensation, the telltale signs of an Evol ability being used on her. ‘So this is his Evol’ She knew she couldn't defeat him, not like this. 

“Did you ever think that maybe you have the wrong person or maybe I just don’t want to remember you?!” She spat. 

The male grinned at her with a blinding smile.“Nope. Never crossed my mind. I know you better than you know yourself, I could never mistake you. Also, you love me way too much for later to even be a possibility.”

Y/n groaned in defeat. "Fine," she gritted her teeth, her voice laced with venom. "You win for now. But don't think for a second that I'm giving up. I'll find a way out of here."

Caleb's smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm counting on it, Pipsqueak," he said, his voice laced with a dark challenge. "I'm counting on you to remember."

He approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. "And when you do," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "You'll thank me."

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The days that followed blurred into a strange, unsettling routine. Y/n found herself trapped in a gilded cage, surrounded by unfamiliar luxury, yet suffocated by Caleb's constant presence. He had long since taken her gun and devices, leaving her with only clothes he’d given her. Many times, she thought of the Hunters Organization. Whether they wrote her off as another casualty or if they were looking for her. With how meticulous Caleb is, she’s sure that he made sure to clean up that loose end for her since there‘s been no signs of the UNICORNS.

What‘s worse is that he was always there, a shadow lurking at the edges of her awareness, his eyes watching her every move. He even seemed to find more nicknames for her. “Princess” this or “Pip” that. It wasn’t as annoying as she thought it would be so she didn't bother to fight it. When he wasn’t there because of work, he locked her in the room. A heavy chain around her ankle and a deadbolt on the outside of the door, along with a fingerprint lock. It’s not like she could even reach the door. The chain only allowed for her to roam near the bed and the attached bathroom. He made sure there was no possible way for her to escape. 

He continued to cook her favorite meals, each dish a poignant reminder of a past she couldn't grasp. The flavors were familiar, comforting, they stirred a deep ache within her, a longing for memories that remained just out of reach.

He filled the silence with stories of their childhood, tales of shared laughter, mischievous adventures, and unwavering loyalty. He painted a picture of a bond that transcended friendship, a connection that bordered on the romantic. He subtly twisted the narratives, inserting himself as the hero, the confidant, the lover.

"Remember, Pipsqueak," he'd say, his voice laced with a tender nostalgia. "How we used to stay up all night, sharing secrets and dreams? You'd always say you felt safest with me."

Or, "Remember that time we snuck into the old abandoned observatory? You were so scared, but I held your hand and told you everything would be alright."

He'd watch her closely as he spoke, searching for any flicker of recognition to anything he said, any sign that his words were taking root. And sometimes, he'd see it – a fleeting expression of familiarity, a subtle softening of her eyes.

One evening, as they sat together in the dimly lit living room, Caleb pulled out the silver necklace, the one she had given him. "This," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "This is a symbol of our love. You said it would always remind me of you."

Y/n's breath hitched. The jewelry was instantly recognizable, a delicate silver necklace, engraved with sweet words and his signature apple. She reached out for it and ran her fingers over the engraved surface, sending a rush of warmth through her. Tears welled up in her eyes, a strange mix of sorrow and longing. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. She couldn't explain it, but this item held a deep significance, a connection to a past she couldn't remember. 

Caleb's heart soared. He saw her reaction, the tears in her eyes, the undeniable recognition. He was getting through to her. He was winning her back. He reached forward and brushed the tears from her face with his thumbs. She hadn’t known she was crying, it didn’t matter much. She wanted to be comforted right now so she leaned into his palms, accepting his touch just this once. ‘Maybe, just maybe he wasn’t wrong.’  She thought as she gripped his strong arms. She felt like she needed extra support— just something more to ground her in this moment.

"Princess, you remember," he whispered, his voice filled with triumph as he pulled her into his chest. "You remember our love."

Y/n shook her head, confused and overwhelmed. "I don't—" she said, her voice trembling. "I don't remember any of this. But the necklace… it feels… important. My heart feels like it’s breaking. It hurts. But I alway want to keep this." She held the piece of silver tighter in her grasp. 

Caleb's smile sweetly at her confession. Normally, he would never like to see her tears but in this moment, it made him happy to know that even in this mental state, she still held strong feelings for him. He occupied a big enough section in her heart.

"It is important, Pipsqueak," he said, his voice full of emotion. "It's your promise to me."

He leaned closer, his hands caressing her cheek. He really liked the way her tiny face fit in his large hands. 

He closed the distance between them and covered her lips with his. This moment was so emotionally charged that he couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to. He need to feel her, just a little bit. 

Y/n eyes widened and her face heated with a light blush. She flinched away, slipping out of his grasp. He had never made a move on her in all this time so she didn’t exactly know how to respond. 

"Don't," she said, her voice low but firm. "I still don't really know you." Her gaze fell to her lap.

Caleb's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and sighed.  "You will know me, Pipsqueak." he said, determined to make it happen. 

"You will remember."

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As the days turned into nights, Y/n found herself trapped in a strange, intimate dance with her captor. She still ate his meals, listened to his stories, and slept beside him in his bed, just like they did as children. Caleb insisted on it, claiming it was the only way she'd feel safe.

But Y/n felt anything but safe. She felt trapped, suffocated by his constant presence, his possessive touch, his manipulative words. She felt a growing sense of dread, a fear that she was losing her sense of self in his twisted reality.

One night, as Caleb slept soundly beside her, Y/n decided to make her escape. She carefully slipped out of bed, adjusting her short satin nightgown as she moved with her heart pounding in her chest. He didn’t lock the door when they slept, he didn’t need to. He was a light sleeper and could use his evol on her at any moment. But this night he looked drained. He had dark circles under his eyes and he just looked a bit pale to her. He never shared any details of work with her, always smiled and took care of her every need without complaint. But something clearly was taking a toll on him. She assumed it was most likely related to that.

‘It doesn’t matter. I could care less about why he looks like a raccoon. As long as I can get out of here, that's all that matters. This is probably the last chance I’ll get.’ She tiptoed silently towards the door, her hand reaching for the handle as she slowly pulled it open towards her.

Suddenly, a hand clamped down firmly on her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

"Where do you think you're going, Pipsqueak?"Caleb's voice was a low growl, laced with a dangerous possessiveness.

Y/n froze, her body trembling. She had been caught.

"I— I… I was just…" She stammered as her mind raced, searching for an excuse, but nothing came. She was caught, plain and simple. She didn’t even bother to turn and face him, too scared to move.

His question sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and a hopelessness when he leaned into her, the heat from his body seeping into the skin of her back. She could feel his annoyance, his hurt, radiating off him in waves.

"I'm disappointed in you, Pipsqueak," he said, his voice laced with a wounded tone. "I thought we were making progress. I thought you were starting to remember."

He released her wrist, but only to turn her around, his eyes locking onto hers. "I only want to keep you safe. I only want you to remember me. Why must you resist me at every turn?" his voice barely a whisper. "Do you know what it's like to find out the love of your life has forgotten everything about you?” He hated how pathetic he sounded.

”No…” He scuffed. “How could you? You’ve been living well without me while I suffered silently, keeping the monsters at bay, becoming a perfect puppet so that they could not get to you.” His free hand ran through his hair as he let out a dry laugh.

“I sacrificed everything for you and you won’t even give this a chance— give me a chance. Not even for yourself. You’d rather go on with your life, not knowing what you’ve lost. This is so unlike you to not search for the truth. And here I am, your personal journal, here to help you but you’ve built up so many walls and you won’t even try to let me in.” His body slumped and he placed his head on her tiny shoulder.

“I was so happy when I saw you again after so long apart. Do you know that? So relieved that I could hold you again. I did everything I could to protect you, to keep you safe, to protect our memories. And you couldn’t be bothered to even try to protect our memories on your end… Now, you try to leave me again?" His voice waved so much. He honestly sounded like he’d cry at any moment. Caleb was truly at his limit. 

“You’re so damn selfish, princess. And I’m the stupid bastard who can’t stop loving such a selfish, cruel woman.”  He croaked, tears escaping his eyes, tracing a path down his cheek and onto her shoulder. Y/n's heart ached, she was mad at herself for hurting him and she shouldn’t be. He was her jailer. She didn't understand everything he was talking about, but she could see the raw pain in his eyes, the vulnerability that made him look so small, so lost. Something inside her told her that she was in the wrong despite the logic that argued that opposite.

Empathy rolled over her. She reached up slowly, pulling his head from her shoulder and leveling him with her shiny eyes. Her dainty fingers gently wiped away his tears. Caleb grasped her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, and leaned into her palm, nuzzling it like a lost child seeking comfort. He realized she was trying to comfort him.

"I… I'm sorry," Y/n said, her voice soft. "I'm sorry you lost someone so dear to you. But… I don't know if I can be that person for you. I think… I think you're hurting too much. Maybe… maybe it would be better if I left so that you can properly heal." She meant that in the most sincere way. She would leave and never mention this to anyone. 

Her words were like a physical blow to Caleb. The thought of her leaving, of losing her again, was unbearable. He felt a surge of rage, a desperate need to hold onto her, to keep her from slipping away.

His grip on her wrist tightened and she winced, his fingers digging into her skin. He pulled her towards the bed, his eyes burning with a dark intensity. "You're not going anywhere, Pipsqueak" he growled, his voice laced with a possessive fury. ‘Not again. I’m not losing you again.’

"You're mine. You can’t leave me. I’ll make sure of it this time.” He pushed her onto the bed and before she could move, his body hovering over hers. His eyes were wild, his expression a mix of desperation and a dark, twisted love. He was going to make her remember. He was going to make her his, completely and irrevocably.

“What—“ she tried to speak but he sealed her lips with a hungry kiss. 

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with fear. He was no longer the gentle, caring Caleb she got to know over the last two weeks. He was a stranger, a predator, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity.

“Caleb, stop,” she pleaded In between breaths, her voice trembling. “You’re scaring me.” 

"I don’t belong here. I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone."

Caleb's eyes flashed with anger, his grip tightening on her arm. "Don't say that, Pip.” he hissed, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "You know it's not true."

"It is true!" Y/n insisted, her voice growing stronger. "I don't know who you are. Not really. I don't remember any of this. And I won't let you force me to feel something I don't feel."

She pushed against him, her body trembling with the effort. He didn't budge, his grip like iron.

"You can't do this, Caleb," she said, her voice pleading. "You can't force me to feel something I don’t! You can’t force me to love you."

A flicker of pain crossed his face, a brief glimpse of the vulnerability beneath his obsession. "But you do love me, Pipsqueak," he whispered, his voice filled with a desperate longing. "You just don't remember it yet."

"Maybe," Y/n said, her voice softening slightly. "Maybe I did once. But that was a different person. I'm not that person anymore. And you're not the person I thought you were."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pity and resolve. "Let me go, Caleb," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "Please. For both our sakes."

He ignored her in favor of devouring her lips. Her speaking gave him perfect access to her mouth and he took advantage. Battling her tongue for dominance and swallowing her silly protests. Y/n beat her hands against his chest, hoping to injure him. But he didn’t react to it. She tried to kick her legs but his body was between her thighs. His legs curled under and over her calves, pinning them underneath his own. Out of options, she bit down on his tongue hard.

Caleb grunts and pulls away from her, sitting back on his heels. He could taste the blood in his mouth but he barely registered the pain. Looking down at his sweet girl, he saw a few droplets of his blood on her chin. He smirked at her as she glared at him, catching her breath. 

“Did that make you feel better?” He chuckled.

“No! I’d feel better if I got a clean hit on you!”

“Too bad, I’m quite used to your bites.” He held his hand up to show her the scar she left on him when they were kids.

“Great! Finally something I actually want to remember.” That stung him.

Caleb hand shot out and gripped her by throat. Not choking her but firm enough to make sure she understood that he could.  She gasped and clawed at his hand. Her pathetic little kitten scratches did nothing to him, all the same, he gathered her hands and placed them above her head. Her captor leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. “Smart ass.”

“I’ll welcome your bites, your scratches, your snark. I’ll take your anger, your fear, your pain— alongside your love. I’ll take it all, princess. Happily. As long as you are with me, I’ll accept it all.” He whispered into your ear before pulling back to look into her eyes.

“You’re mine, Pipsqueak.” he whispered, his voice a low, possessive growl. “You’ve always been mine.”

With that said, he angled her head upwards as his tongue drawled out to lick her from her chin to her lip, collecting the blood drops before shoving his tongue into her mouth to taste the damage she’d caused. His kiss was hard and demanding. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Y/n's mind reeled, a chaotic mix of fear and confusion. She wanted to push him away, to scream, to fight, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a traitorous warmth. A familiar feeling of heat pooled in her belly. Y/n tried to turn her head away, refusing to let him have his way. He growled in frustration, his grip tightening on her wrists.

“Don’t fight me, Pip.” he hissed, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “It’ll only make things worse.”

He moved the hand around her neck, tracing the curve of her jaw lovingly. He admired her pretty little face. “You’re so beautiful.” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. 

“So perfect.”

He leaned down again, his lips brushing against her ear. “Remember the garden, Pip?” he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur. When she didn’t answer, he grinds his hips against hers, making sure she felt the hard on he was sporting. Caleb groaned at the friction. ‘Fuck, that felt nice.’ She gasps and arches away from his lower body.

“Remember how we used to run through the sunflowers, laughing and carefree? We were so happy then.” 

Y/n whimpered when his clothed cock rubbed against her panties again and Caleb moaned loud enough for her to hear him. He wanted her to know he was enjoying himself. 

“Remember the ocean, Pipsqueak?” he continued, his voice relentless. She tensed, not knowing what to say to appease him and when no answer came again, he bucked his hips into her again. “Mmm...”

“Remember how we used to watch the waves crash against the shore, our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating as one?”

Another image flashed through her mind, the vast expanse of the ocean, the salty spray on her face, the feeling of his arms around her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to grasp onto the fleeting memories, but they slipped away like sand through her fingers. She was snapped out of the day dream as he grinds the head of his member into her again, targeting her clit. She shuddered under him and accidentally let out a soft moan.

Caleb lips stretched into a smug grin. ‘You like that, princess?’ He mused to himself before repeating the action again and again. Dry humping his baby sister as she tried and failed to conceal her little mewls of pleasure.

Caleb’s need for her grew more urgent, more desperate. He wanted to feel more of her. “Remember our first kiss, Pipsqueak?” he whispered, his lips and tongue tracing a path down her neck, leaving fresh bruises in its wake.“Remember how it felt, the spark between us, the undeniable connection?” He thrusted against her particularly slowly, wanting her to envision this ‘connection’ he spoke of. This time he almost glided past her cunt. She was wet. Soaked, in fact. Her body responded to him despite her mind rejecting him. 

She wanted this, wanted him. He wanted to pull back a see the evidence for himself. Wanted to see if she was leaking on to his bed. But he decided against it, not willing to disrupt the build up of pleasure they created. ‘My needy little princess is enjoying herself. I’ll let her cum first.’

He nipped at her skin right above the low collar of her nightgown, earring her another moan. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. Y/n’s body tensed then trembled, a mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome arousal coursing through her veins. 

“Remember, Pipsqueak.” he repeated, his voice a desperate plea as he continued to dry hump her. Her wet panties made everything easier and more fluid— more pleasurable for the both of them. “Remember how much we love each other?” He groaned, he was close. Caleb looked down at Y/n, she was dazed and panted, her little moans had increased in sound and frequency. Caleb shuddered as he listened to her.  ‘Judging by the way she looks, she’ll cum any minute.’ He bit his lip and rolled his hips against he more skillfully, attacking her sensitive little bud again and again until her hips started meeting his.  

Caleb's entire body trembled, he was going to cum. She was going to make him cum. But not before he made her first. He would not lose this chance to see what she looked like cumming for him. He let go of her neck and ripped her dress over her head, letting it settle at her wrist. The took her beautiful perfect breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around its harden peak and suckling. 

Y/n gasped and mewled, arching her into his mouth. She was a mess of moans and seconds later, her body jolted. Caleb smirked at against her flesh before leaning back a bit and picking up the pace. “That’s it, princess. Just let go and cum.” And she did. Her body locked up and she cried out so so sweetly for him and came bucking her hips uncontrollably, egging him on. Caleb pulled away from her, completely. He sat back on his knees, gripping his cock through his sweatpants to stop himself from coming. He wanted to, god, he really wanted to cum with her. But he had other plans. 

Her eyes sparkled, flushed cheeks, pouty lips parted, trying to swallow as much air as she could and her curvy body shuddering, covered in a light sheen of sweat. Right now, he just smiled proudly down at his girl. She came so beautifully for him. Giving him the gift of seeing her fucked out face as she came down from the high of her orgasm. 

“Beautiful, princess. So beautiful.” 

She couldn’t hear him. Barely even acknowledged him with the loud sounds of her blood rushing in her ears. He couldn’t even really make out his shape nice her vision went white from such a powerful orgasm. 

He cursed under his breath. This sight alone was enough to send him over the edge. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist harder about the base of his dick. ‘I can’t cum. Not yet. I wont waste it by cumming in my pants like some loser. I have to cum inside her. I need to get her pregnant so she can never leave me.’

Caleb took advantage of her weakened state to slide your panties down. He sucked in a breath when he saw Y/n’s sticky juices connect to the sopping wet crotch of her panties before snapping as he dragged it off her body and tossed it to the floor. He got up and made quick work of his own clothes, joining the discarded underwear. He was stark naked when he climbed back onto her, nudging her shaky thighs apart to allow him access to her treasure. 

Caleb was the picture of a cool, calm, seductive predator. He eyed the girl in front of him as if she was a piece of meat and he was a starved animal. Underneath the surface though, he was actually feeling a bit nervous. He’d never had sex before. He was saving himself for her all these years. ‘This is it. I’ll finally be able to have her completely after this.’ He took in a deep breath and smiled down at her. He was ready and so was she.  

Caleb placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead, his silent apology for the pain she would feel in a moment. Instead of holding her wrist again, he used his evol on her. The invisible force gently slid her hands to either side of her head and pinned it there. This woke her from her dazed state and she swung her head, looking back and forth at her immobile hands before looking up at her captor with confused, pleading eyes.  

“It‘s ok, princess. Let me do all of the work.”He caressed her cheek and pecked her lips. It seems that the situation didn’t fully dawn on her yet, not until the man above her rubbed a large object through her bare folds, wetting himself with her release. Y/n jerked back, still very much sensitive but also shocked at the turn of events. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off.

“I’m going to put it inside of you now. Be good for me. Don’t fight me. I’m bigger than most men so it will be difficult to take me. I don’t want it to tear you.”  She craned her neck to look between their bodies and saw the monstrosity that was attached to him. Her eyes bulged and fear took hold of her. It was as thick as her forearm, hell, it looked just as long as her forearm.

‘That thing can’t be real… there’s just no way!’

“Then don’t do this! I don’t want this. I haven’t— I’m not… I’m a virgin. So don’t—” She choked on her words when his hips pushed forward, wetting his hard member on her cunt. Caleb moans softly. 

“I know you’re scared. But I have to do this for us. For our love. I’ll be gentle. I’ll go slow for you, princess. Just relax.” Without another word, he took hold of his cock, lined himself up with her tiny, slick hole and slowly pushed forward. The pain gripped her immediately as she hissed and arched away from his length. 

“I said stop, you idiot!” She yelled at him, trying to pull her hands from evol’s control. She fought the hold even though it didn’t budge. She kicked and attempted to throw him from her body by struggling. Caleb closed his eyes and sighed. He knew she’d fight. She wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t. 

He couldn’t let her stop this. It was inevitable. Caleb sat up and seized her hips with one hand and pressed her into the bed. His other hand lined himself up again and thrusted into her, not stopping until the head of his member breached her tight walls. Y/n yelped and cursed him. Yelling at him to ‘take it out’. The brunette grunted, feeling her gummy slick walls tightening around him. The squeeze was painfully delicious. He could imagine how good she'd feel around him once he loosened her up a bit and was fully inside of her. He bit his lip, doing everything in his power not to ram his hips straight home.

 ‘Shit… she’s so fucking tight, I can barely move.’ 

“Princess, you need to relax.” He groaned out.“You’re gripping me so— ah— so hard. If you don’t try to relax, we’ll be here all night.” 

Tears pricked her eyes at the intrusion. She was wet enough for him but nowhere near prepared enough. Y/n lifted her leg to kick the bastard but stopped immediately, whimpering. It hurts to move. She had to stay still and just try her best to adjust. That was her only option at the moment. 

“You asshole! You stupid dummy! How could you?! I hate you! I hate you!” Caleb stiffened. She never said that to him before. He looked visibly distraught,“Pipsqueak you don’t—“

“I mean it. As soon as I’m free, I’m going to punch you in your stupid face!” She seethed.  He grimaced at her words and looked down in deep thought. With a sigh of defeat, he accepted it. ‘It’s fair… If she has to accept my love for her, I’ll accept her hatred for now.’

“Okay. Okay pipsqueak. I’ll take anything you give me. Even if it’s your hatred.” She just glared at him, angrily huffing like the tough kitten he’d always seen her as. 

“Deep breath.” 

That was the only warning Y/n got before he grabbed the back of her neck, attacked her lips for the umteenth time tonight before slamming through her hymen. She screamed into the kiss and arched her back as far off the bed as she could. He genuinely felt bad for causing her so much pain but he figured he wouldn’t drag out her suffering if he could avoid it. A very small part of him, however, took a certain amount of pleasure in knowing she was in pain. Felt it to be justice for sacrifice, though, he would never admit this to anyone but himself.

‘This is only a fraction of the pain I had to endure for you all this time.’ It whispered smugly. Caleb ignores it, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Focusing only on the now and his pretty little sister underneath him. Focus on being patient for her.

After a few moments, he protest quieted down and he release her from the kiss. Y/n panted, out of breath, eyes closed tightly as she whimpered. 

This time, when her muscles clenched and unclenched around him, trying her best to further adjust him, it wasn’t as strong as hard as the initial intrusion. It felt like she was trying to pull him further inside of her. Caleb moaned in pleasure, he was in heaven. “Fuck… you’re so tight. You feel so good.”  He wanted to move so badly but she was still not ready yet. It was torture. Torture to wait for her to calm down enough for him to start moving. 

She looked at him with such contempt, glaring as fat tears began streaming down the sides of her face. She looked positively enraged. Before he could register what she had done, he felt something wet on his cheek. His brow furrowed and he reached up to touch the wetness before looking at it. 

‘She spat on me?‘ His face twisted in confusion. 

“Really Y/n? Real mature.” He chuckled darkly, wiping the rest away with the back of his hand.

“I swear -hic- I’m going to kill you. ” She vowed, seething.

“I think I should return the favor.”  He smirked, ignoring her words. She gave an incredulous look but just looked confused.

Caleb licked his fingers, slowly, making sure his saliva collected at the tips before his hand disappeared between both of their bodies. She was slow to understand, not realizing his game until she felt his wet fingers on her sensitive pearl. She gasped and whined at the contact, squeezing hard around his cock.

“Stop!” She yelled, struggling again. 

“Why? Afraid the person you hate will make you cum again?” He teased as his thumbs drew slow circles around her stiff little bud. 

Y/n glowered at him, if looks could kill, he’d be dead on the spot. Oh how she wished she could but reality is cruel. Instead, she resigned herself to ignoring him, shutting her eyes and drew in a deep breath, determined not to make a sound. He smiled at her stubbornness. He didn’t need her words to know she likes what he was doing to her body. 

Her body was much more honest and couldn’t hide anything from him. She shuddered and squirmed ever so slightly when his thumb flicked her clit, the most damning evidence was the way her hips raised, the way her walls strained, long and hard around his cock as if she was trying to coax him into moving. She didn’t flutter in pain anymore, no, she was starting to get wet for him.

“Princess— yes… mmm! That’s it, keep squeezing my cock just like that.” He moaned loudly near her ear. 

She flushed. Partly from anger, partly shame at her body betraying her and partly from something she would never admit— from how extremely sinful Caleb looked and sounded just then. Witnessing the effect she had on him made her head swim, her own involuntary pleasure at his hands turned him on so much. It should disgust her and it did but it made her feel something else. Something she didn’t want to think about. 

‘I can’t hold back anymore, I need to move or I’ll go insane.’ He rocked his hips just barely, testing the waters.  A tiny gasp escaped Y/n’s kiss swollen lips so he did it again. This time she shuddered and a high pitch whine came from her. Caleb couldn’t help but smile victoriously. ‘Look how easily your lies crumble. You couldn’t feel this good with someone you hate.’ With that knowledge, he set a steady pace, inching into her slick walls further with every thrust. He was determined to make sure she took all of him tonight. 

He worked her little nub, alternating between gentle flicks, slow and fast circles. His skillful fingers keeping her on edge, never giving her too much or too little. Always just enough while he thrusts deeper into her. Under his guidance, she was panting and mewling quietly to herself, eyes still screwed shut. Caleb fucked his himself into her snug warmth, opened her up until her cervix was kissing his tip in the most delicious way. 

“Fuuuccck!” He threw his head back, groaning in pleasure, his adam’s apple bobbed slowly. Caleb looked down at her in awe for half a second before he instinctively pulled back and rutted back into her, bullying her cervix with controlled yet quick thrusts. His fingers thumb simultaneously picked up the pace on her swollen clit. He stared down at her with half lid eyes, watching her writhe with pleasure beneath him. She was becoming so vocal, singing so sweetly for him. 

His precious little sister seized up beneath him suddenly, shaking like a leaf and clamping down around him. She whimpered pathetically, her legs going rigged at his sides.

Caleb growled, grabbing her waist with both hands and forced himself length deeper into her, pumping his hips into her abuse cunt, fucking her through her orgasm. He was close and he was going to fuck his child into her. His hips began to stutter and with a few swift thrusts, he was spilling hot streaks of cum into her with a breathy moan. Y/n protested when she felt the warm wet liquid filling her but he was too far gone to hear her. Her involuntary orgsm triggered his and he saw white. His vision blurred out completely and his ears rang from the intensity. 

Caleb grunted as his hips jerked weakly, forcing the last spurts of his seed into her waiting womb. He collapsed on top of her, his sweaty body almost smothering her and his face finding the crook of her neck and nuzzled like an affectionate puppy. 

“You are so perfect, princess.” He muttered as her placed opened mouth kisses lazily on her neck.“Made me feel so good, princess. Made me cum so hard.” 

Y/n stayed silent, breathing heavily and too tired to fight with him. Caleb didn’t mind her silence. He used his arms to rise from her, pushing his hips to finally meet hers, earning him a whiny moan before he pulled his flaccid length from her. He sat back between her legs and peered down at her once tiny hole. Her pretty cunt was swollen and puffy, flushed red and dripping with his pearlescent seed tinged slightly with the evidence of her purity. 

“You look so gorgeous like this. Your cute little cunt fucked so well that it retains the shape of my cock.” 

He scooped the semen oozing from her with two fingers and pushed it back in her, plugged her up.

Y/n weakly protested and shifted her hips away but didn’t let her get far before she ultimately gave up.

“Shh. I know you're sensitive, princess. But you cannot waste cum like this. Gotta keep you nice and full until it takes.” He smiled while envisioning his beloved with an enlarged, round belly. His face flushed at that and he absentmindedly rubbed her stomach gently with his free hand.

“What?” He barely heard her quiet voice.

“Our child. If you let all of my semen leak out, I’ll definitely have to fuck another load into you.” He said with a hint of amusement. 

“As much as I would enjoy splitting you open on my cock again— you have no idea, I don’t think you could handle another round so soon. So be good and hold it in. Let your body do what it’s made to and get pregnant with our child.”

Everything hit her all at once. She had been here for weeks, her period had come and gone. She did a quick mental countdown of days, realizing that it was your ovulation day. The reality of her situation settled in like an icy blanket over her body. Y/n choked out a laugh. She couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down her face as she cried. 

“…This was your plan?” A rhetorical question.

“You wanted me pregnant so I can’t escape. So that I can’t ever leave you. …How could you?” Her voice broke. She trembled and bit her lip to prevent the gutrenching sob that clawed at the back of her throat.

Caleb's eyes soften. His pitiful lover looked so broken. He downed, the urge to comfort her burning within him. Careful not to dislodge his fingers, he laid next to her. He dropped his evols control on her, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders and pulling her to his chest. He allowed her to cry out her frustration while he rubbed her shoulders. 

“It's ok to cry, Pip. I know everything feels so scary to you but I’ll take good care of you. Of both of you. I love you both so much already.”He whispered to her sweetly, talking about the baby that didn’t even exist… yet. 

“You’ll be a perfect mother to our baby.” he rested his chin on top of her head and with a gleeful smile, genuine and beautiful, he continued. “And when you’re all healed up, I’ll put another on in you.”

Dread consumed her fragile mental state. ‘I’m never going to get out of here.’ 

A/N: Guys, I actually proofread this story. (Once, at 1am so forgive me for anything I may have missed 🥲) Hope you like the improved writing. I usually just post my first draft lol. Soooo…. Should I do a chapter 2 to wrap things up? 😏

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captive bird - caleb 夏以昼

tension boils over during the thunderstorm in caleb’s living room—things get heated. what really happens in captive bird when caleb and mc are finally honest with how they feel about each other.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings/angst, fluff, canon story continuation

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 13.4k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, SPOILERS TO CAPTIVE BIRD (main story), more compliant with original chinese script, not incest (it’s very clear they are not related and do not feel related), unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, virginity loss (male and female), panty sniffing/licking (while on female mc), panty stealing, multiple orgasms, light choking, improper use of Evol, lots and lots of dirty talking (caleb is a vocal man), lots of pet names (princess, brat, baby, babygirl, and the occasional pip-squeak), cumming on stomach, cum…licking?, use of gege, size difference, use of Y/N, lots and lots of main story/lore/anecdote references, lots of feelings and angst, references to caleb’s right arm, bratty mc/brat tamer caleb

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | captive bird video (also has entire ch2)

━ ✧.˖ A/N: vomits everywhere DON’T LOOK AT ME,,,,,idk how this got out of hand….i was hoping it would be MAX 9-10k…it’s 13k….anyways i hope you enjoy <3 first of many love letters to caleb, my babyyy. 

if you cannot tell yes caleb is my favorite….far far behind is sylus and then behind him is zayne. but i fear it is not even close. 

this is the first installment of my “””planned””” caleb series - essentially it’ll be smutty moments throughout the canon content: main story, five star mems, bonds, etc. no schedule, no promises. i will write when i feel inspired <3 

lore and plot build up is probably 4k words and the smut is like 9k. It goes lore → smut so you can skip the plot and go straight to the smut if youd like LOL

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

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“Our reporters out in the field confirmed the lockdown will be lifted after being in effect for weeks. The Farspace Fleet assures everyone that the explosion in the Cascade District will not happen again–”

The newscaster is cut off when Caleb shuts off the television, coming up behind you. True to his word, three days had passed and it seemed the situation in Skyhaven was on the cusp of “resolving.” You’d finally be able to return home soon. 

Home–to Linkon. It used to be Caleb’s home too. 

On the other hand, your prickly relationship with Caleb had only tensed further in the past few days. You’d exchanged maybe a handful of words, not for lack of trying on his part. 

After he had clasped the monitoring bracelet onto your wrist, he may as well have locked away the last bit of hope you had that the Caleb you once knew was still under that prim and poised Colonel’s uniform. 

In your time at Skyhaven, he’d proven time and time again that the Caleb you grew up with, the gege you once loved, was gone. And what remained was someone you did not recognize, and didn’t know if you cared to. 

And yet, in the three days you locked yourself in the hollow room of his suffocating home, he’d still cook every meal for you, despite being gone much of the day. Three times a day, without fail, a tray of your favorite Caleb specials would show up at the foot of your door, accompanied by small and ridiculous sticky notes that pulled relentlessly at your heartstrings.

Caleb always loved notes. He used to say it was your guys’ thing.

But now, you weren’t so sure there was a you and him anymore. 

“After all this is over, the Fleet will return to the Deepspace Tunnel. You’ll be safe. For now,” Caleb’s words cut through your thoughts. You nearly jump at the sound of his voice, this being the most you’d allowed him to say to you lately. 

What’s more jarring is the idea that the Farspace Fleet is leaving Skyhaven. You’d forgotten that they hardly ever stationed here–spending most, if not all, their time patrolling the Deepspace Tunnel. 

“So you’re just going to leave again? Without saying anything?” you bite out, overwhelmed by a bitterness you hadn’t quite processed since reuniting with him. 

Caleb smiles, a ghostlike smirk that doesn’t meet his eyes. It’s riddled in self deprecation and pity, “You won’t have to see me anymore. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he chuckles and grabs your wrist, “I’m about to leave. Let’s have dinner together.”

Between the idea that Caleb is leaving you yet again, and him making yet another demand of you, you violently rip your arm away from him. Your words are venomous as you spit them out, “So I have to listen to the Colonel even when it comes to eating and drinking now?”

You storm away from him, sitting on the couch in the living room, hands clenched in your lap. Your gaze is fixed on your angrily quaking fists, and in the corners of your vision you see Caleb seating himself on the ottoman in front of you.

“You can be mad, but don’t let it affect your health,” he holds out an apple in front of you, a silent offering. It's perfectly red opulent skin only makes you bristle with more annoyance. 

“I’m not mad.”

Caleb chuckles knowingly, “Growing up, I knew you better than anyone.”

His voice doesn’t change but there’s an undercurrent of emptiness that makes you look up at him. He doesn’t meet your eyes, his cheek resting on his fist as he turns the apple in his fingers, the ruby skin glinting under the lights.

“I could see through your lies before you could blink. Bite your lip, and I could instantly tell you were upset.” 

He speaks as if remembering something precious he’d lost, violet eyes briefly flickering to yours before they cast downward again, focussing on the apple like it might solve your problems. 

“Then tell me, since you know me so well, what am I thinking right now?” 

Before he can respond, you continue, “I’m thinking…how did you turn into someone I can’t even recognize?” 

Part of you regrets the words as soon they come out. But the other part, the larger part, wants him to see what you see. To feel what you feel. You think that part of you wants to hurt him like he’s been hurting you.

Caleb chuckles darkly, putting the apple back into the fruit bowl on the coffee table with the other perfect and untouched apples, “I know. You’re thinking a chip got put into my brain and it changed who I am, right?”

His shadowed gaze  meets yours, unfathomable emotions shining through the eyes you once found immeasurable comfort in. He reaches out to hold your cheek, his fingers grazing your jaw. The look in his stormy eyes makes your skin crawl, and yet his touch is so unbearably familiar that you can’t help but lean into him. 

“What if I told you…I was always this person?” 

Your breath catches at the inexplicable hope that clashes with the sinister darkness shadowing his face. His deceptively simple words have you unconsciously inching away from him, your mind reeling as you struggle to accept them. Refuse to accept them.

Could he really always have been this person? 

Could you really have been so deluded that you’d fallen in love with a complete stranger? 

No, not a stranger–but someone who never even existed to begin with. 

You recoil, not from his touch–but from his words, your spine hitting the back of the couch. There’s a split second where Caleb’s face falls, a flash of the sweet innocent boy you were yearning for finding its way to the surface. But then his face hardens, his Colonel’s mask slipping back on. 

He stands before you, between your parted knees, his height looming over you like the impending storm that brews just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the glass cage that was his home. 

Caleb’s voice is so rough you almost don’t recognize it. His fist grasps the back of the couch beside your head, trapping you between it and him. You can’t bring yourself to push him away, your chest pounding at his proximity, eyes instinctively drawn into the curves of his lips as he speaks. 

“It’s you who’s still living in a fantasy, Y/N.”

Those hauntingly beautiful amethyst irises search yours for even a glimmer of understanding. You’re nearly consumed by the stark contrast of the frenzy and despair in them.

“The people who want your power–who’d hurt you. They should all just…disappear.” 

Caleb speaks with such a sinister conviction, as if he’s swearing a solemn oath to you. One that paints your skin with goosebumps at just how serious you can tell he is. How much of his humanity he’s willing to throw away–for you.

“You’re only safe when you’re by my side.”

He smiles at you, a deceptively warm smile that reminds you of the gege who always bandaged your knees and shielded you from the thunderstorms that reminded you of the roar of Wanderers. The Caleb your heart found itself inexplicably yearning for, no matter how much you told yourself you shouldn't. 

But the flickering darkness–the frantic despair in his deep purple eyes pulls you back into reality, like a blackhole swallowing all the light around it. 

“I’d rather be in danger than live like this, Caleb!” the sheer anger you’d held onto from the last three days boils over, tears of frustration pooling in the corner of your eyes. 

Your next words come tumbling out before you can stop them, knowing just how much they’ll hurt him. You’re not even sure they’re true–but once the floodgates open, you can’t shut them.

“I don’t need you!”

Caleb’s gentle smile transforms into one of disbelief as your palm rests on his chest, finally finding the strength to push him away. When he glances away from you, his eyes darting around frantically, he looks hopelessly lost. A plane adrift. 

“Don’t need me?”

His voice is incredulous as he grabs your wrist, holding it above your head. His grip is firm and unyielding, but not enough to hurt you in the slightest. Caleb always knew just how much you could take, after all. 

It doesn’t take much for him to pin you firmly against the couch, leaning in closer to cage you into the furniture. In the back of your mind, you know you should shove him off–slap him even. 

But all you could focus on is the way his long eyelashes are so close you could count them. How you can feel his heated breath fan across your parted lips, practically able to taste him on your tongue.

You can’t find it in yourself to put up a fight, unable to even tear your eyes away from him as the dark expanding universe in his irises searches yours. All you can do is weakly, pathetically, hit his arm. 

“Then tell me, what do you need? I can give you anything.” 

Did you want him to leave?

Your heart pounds at his words, the raw honesty and vulnerability dripping off of them, so serious it was nearly a threat. The desperate glint in his eyes was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. 

You didn’t recognize him in the slightest. 

“You want to return to Linkon? Then we can go back to Linkon.”

Could you return to Linkon with him? To the place where you’d held Caleb’s hand for the first time and inevitably fallen in love with the gege who’d protected you all your life? A man who was now no more than a ghost of who he once was.

“If you want to return to the past, then we can rebuild our old house and live together again.”

House. Not home. Because that’d been destroyed in the same explosion that’d killed your Caleb. 

“And if one house isn’t enough, I’ll build you an entire maze.”

A maze. Designed with the illusion of a way out, but in reality you knew it’d just be another way to keep you caged in like a little helpless bird all over again. Flying around aimlessly–lost.

“I’ll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you’ve ever seen.”

Caleb holds your face possessively as he speaks, as if you might disappear at any moment. His thumb catches stray tears as they descend your cheek. The devotion in his yearning eyes is boundless, a void threatening to swallow you whole. 

A dream world just for the two of you. 

“No one will ever be able to find you ever again. I’ll protect you forever.”

The dream shatters into a million glass fragments, the shards embedding into your heart that had bled and scabbed over so many times these past few weeks in Skyhaven that it was unrecognizable. 

You press your free palm into his chest, pushing back gently. There’s no frustration or urgency this time, just a heartfelt plea that you can’t quite place. 

“Caleb…you shouldn’t do this.”

The words feel foreign as they leave the tip of your tongue. 

“You’re my…” the term feels like acid but you force it out, needing to get through to him. Your open hand on his chest closes into a tightly clenched fist. 

“My…brother. You mean more to me than anything.”

For a long time you hadn’t felt like Caleb was your brother. You don’t really know if you’d ever felt like he was. The only thing you were certain of was that Caleb had become the most precious person in your life. 

And you loved him. Was in love with him.

But it was too late to tell him that now. 

For now, you needed him to see reason. That the world he envisioned for the two of you was nothing more than a faraway dream, and dreams existed only in the whispers of the night. 

Caleb freezes, before biting out a bitter chuckle–halfway between a scoff and a sneer. The Colonel’s mask slips off, fluttering to the floor entirely. The wild look in his eyes is reminiscent of a caged beast that’d been whipped one too many times. 

“Hah–brother?” 

You struggle as Caleb pries your hand off his chest, not really knowing why you’re fighting him. It’s hard to think, with him so close to you, your resolve fading with each moment that passes. 

You vaguely hear the bowl of apples on the coffee table being knocked over, unceremoniously tumbling to the ground. Caleb hovers above you, his face darker than the torrent of storm clouds just outside the glass windows. 

“Y/N, your biggest mistake was believing that I could play the part of your perfect brother forever.”

You can’t tell if it’s the terrifying roar of thunder or his shocking confession that makes your heart pound so violently it hurts. Your fist quivers as you pull back, but Caleb only holds you tighter, unwilling to let you go.

The weight of his words crushes you–stealing your breath away, until there’s nothing left but the wreckage of your resolve. 

“Day after day, I’ve endured. I’ve held myself back. But now…”

His voice is so low that you can barely hear him over the clap of thunder, gravelly with a hungry desperation that makes your toes curl against the carpet.  

“I’m done playing pretend.”

The lightning outside flashes, illuminating his shadowed eyes revealing the depth of his turmoil. Without the carefully knit Farspace Colonel’s mask he always wore, Caleb was an open book, wearing his heart so openly on his sleeve that you could see every twisted thought.

Temptation, desperation, yearning, guilt, sin. All that he had shouldered and endured alone, donning the role of the supposed “older brother” like a shield, unwilling to risk losing the most precious thing in the world to him.

You.

And after weeks of seeing nothing but the cold, faraway, unforgiving Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, you were drawn to this Caleb like a moth to a flame.

Illogically, irrevocably, and so deeply that it hurts you. 

Caleb swears under his breath, shaking his head as if trying to snap out of a daze. His grip on your wrists loosens, but he doesn’t let go. His words come out in a forced choke, almost as pained as his anguished stare. 

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that unless you’re willing to admit you’re done playing this game too.”

You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, your face no doubt as red as the apples that had tumbled to the ground. Your thoughts race a mile a minute, trying to reconcile what you’d always felt for him, telling yourself you shouldn’t, with what he was confessing to you now. 

What if you were never part of the game to begin with?

“Like what?! I’m not doing anything!” is all you can find yourself saying, almost petulantly, deflecting from what’s threatening to spill over. His skin felt impossibly hot against yours, his fingers nearly branding your wrists, reminding you just how much you’d come to feel for him. 

Reminding you of exactly who your heart was so violently pounding for in this exact moment.

Caleb shakes his head, a dark breathy chuckle escaping his lips as he releases your hands from above your head, instead gripping the couch behind you, boxing you in again. The storm outside fades away, until it’s only him, looking at you with an entire universe’s worth of longing reflected in those lavender halos.

His hand lifts to your cheek, hesitating before he uses the knuckles of his fingers to wipe your tears away, stroking along your jaw. It’s impossibly innocent, and yet you find your thighs clenching against him.

“Tell me I’m insane.”

You blink up at him trying to process what he was asking of you, the same exact things you had been telling yourself for…years. 

“Tell me…it’s all in my head.”

Caleb’s voice is nothing more than a desperate whisper, pleading with you to tell him what he needs to hear. Yes…or no. Whatever it is, he just can’t play this game anymore.

“Tell me you don’t feel…this.”

His long fingers slowly, tentatively, thread into your hair, his thumb stroking your jaw as he gently grasps your face, tilting you closer to him. Your eyes flicker to his parted lips that are so close you could just inch forward and taste them.

You definitely felt it.

“I-I don’t. Caleb…we can’t do this.”

You lie through your teeth, still holding onto the last fray of restraint you had left. The last, dying, part of you that wanted to keep the memory of you and Caleb exactly how it was. In a beautiful crystal box, that you could cherish and protect forever. 

Unchanging, undamaged, untouched.

Perhaps…that’s what Caleb thought he was doing when he kept you here in his glass home. Keeping you alive. 

“Didn’t I say I could always tell when you’re lying, pip-squeak?” 

His amethyst eyes are hooded with a deep swirling caution, warning you. That he can see right through you–he’s always been able to. And he’s never taken well to you keeping things from him. 

You try to bite back the visceral shiver at that sweet little pet name he so effortlessly called you, even when he was looking at you like a lion would a sheep. 

Caleb lowers himself so he’s kneeling before you, his knees pressing into the edge of the couch between your legs. 

“You’re trying to preserve a fantasy–a dream. But I’m right here, in front of you,” he urges, his voice broken and raw. Taking your hand, he presses your palm to his chest–his heart. Even through his shirt, you can feel the ridges of his muscles heaving with the weight of his heavy heart beats.

“Caleb…” you murmur, halfway between a warning and a plea. The feeling of his heart beneath your palm blurs the line between reason and desire. 

Caleb shuts his eyes, drawing a deep and shaky breath.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he growls, his fingers digging into the expensive leather of the couch, so forcefully that it threatens to rip.

“Don’t say my name like I’m already gone. I’m right here.” 

The vulnerable plea in his voice is so thick that you choke, tears welling in your eyes as you stare up at him, his eyes reflecting the same Caleb who used to point out planes as they flew by in the sky, promising you the world. 

Maybe you were the one who’d imprisoned him.

Trying desperately to hold onto the Caleb you knew. Blind to the fact that he was right in front of you, even if he’d shed the feathers you once knew. Forcing him into the tiny suffocating cage of what you wanted. 

He was right here. The Caleb who wore your hair ties on his wrist, the same one who dried your wet hair, who always looked for your face in every crowd.

The same Caleb who always did anything and everything to protect you, ever since he held your hand for the first time. 

And you’d punished him for it.

Your hands come up to hold his face in your palms, holding his gaze with unyielding regret. Caleb’s breath audibly catches at your touch, his face instinctively nuzzling into your palms, eyes shutting in a brief second of respite. 

“I…” you start, trying to find the words. But they escape you, stuck in your throat, where your heart clenches with repentance. Caleb is incredibly patient, stroking circles into the back of your head, not pushing you. 

You try again, “I’m…” You curse yourself inwardly, eyes prickling. 

Why couldn’t you just fucking say it? 

You were the coward, after all. 

Caleb’s thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth, careful not to stroke your bottom lip like he so desperately wanted to. His other hand clenches into a tight fist that trembles with the weight of his restraint. 

He gives you that half smile that’s so effortlessly Caleb that what’s left of your resolve snaps. 

“You don’t have to say it,” he reassures, almost dejectedly, his beautiful bright violet eyes falling, dimming like a burnt out bulb, “It’s okay.”

Even when he’s falling apart at the seams, his first instinct is to protect you. 

His breathing is heavy, lips parted, as his eyes flicker to your lips. The longing is so evident in those amethyst irises, but the light fades with every second that passes. Fighting with every instinct in his body, his thumb brushes along your jaw one last time before he releases your face, getting onto his feet.

“Just…have dinner with me before I go–please.”

Your eyes widen, heart pounding painfully as you watch him back away from you. 

No. 

You were done living in this fantasy you’d built. The dreamland you’d woven for Caleb and yourself. It was just as much of a prison as the one he’d put you in. 

Before you know what you’re doing, you reach out to grab his wrist and yank him back. Taken utterly by surprise, Caleb falls back toward you with little resistance. Almost falling into your lap, his hands shoot out to the couch behind your head to steady himself, his forehead nearly pressed into yours.

“What are you–”

Before your courage fades, you thread your fingers on either side of his face into his soft hair. You lean in the rest of the way, resting your forehead on his, his bangs prickling your skin. Your breaths mingle, his lips so close you could almost feel them–how soft they’d feel against your own.

Do. Don’t think.

You push your lips to his, swallowing his subtle gasp of surprise, pulling him as close as he can possibly get with his knees pressed up against the seat of the couch.

Caleb hesitates, his hands remaining respectfully by your head, his lips still.

But that lasts for less than a fraction of a second before his hands are gripping the back of your head, fingers tangled aggressively in your hair, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, groaning unabashedly into you.

Caleb’s lips are soft, slotting perfectly against yours like two broken pieces of glass. His teeth gently graze against your lip, begging for more. He’s the perfect balance of hungry and tender, demanding and delicate. 

You can tell he’s holding back, adorably so–not wanting to cross any boundaries unless you haul him over those lines. Despite that, he can’t help but cup the back of your head possessively, pulling you impossibly closer against his torrid lips.

Finally giving into what you’ve dreamt of for years possesses you with a boldness you’ve never experienced. It isn’t long before you’re teasing the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue, wanting in.  

Caleb groans, one hand cautiously shifting to your hips. He hesitates, and you use your own palm to press him into your waist, begging him to hold you tighter. 

In one swift motion, he has your legs swung over his thighs, not going so far as to seat you on his lap. You sit on the cushion beside him, his arm cupped behind your back, the other holding your jaw. Your own hands are looped around his neck, inhaling his breath as your own, your tongue desperately tangled with his. 

To your dismay, Caleb pulls away, his fingers gently holding your chin. He pants, broad chest heaving with desire, tilting your face so that your eyes level with his.

“Tell me you want this.”

He fights with every instinct in his body that tells him to take your lips in his again. The way your beautiful eyes flutter at him, your lips perfectly parted so that he can feel your warmTH fan against him.

He’d spent his entire life forcing himself to look the other way–convincing himself that he should be the brother figure he thought you needed. Resolved his heart to still every time he saw those very fluttering eyes and intoxicating lips.

But now you were unraveling that very carefully crafted resolve, imploding it like a collapsing star. 

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N.”

You were a coward, but Caleb always made you brave.

Swinging your thigh over his lap, you straddle him, pressing him deeper into the couch. Caleb swears under his breath, his hands instinctively resting on your waist, locking your body against his. Holding his face in your hands, you bring him in so close his long eyelashes tickle your cheek. 

“I want this. I want you.” 

Caleb’s swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the intensity of his need, “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you saying that.”

He weaves his hand into the back of your head, pulling you to him, consuming your moans once more. His tongue claims every inch of you, causing your mind to go blank, throwing all prior restraint and reason out the window. 

Your body rolls instinctively against his lap, gasping when you feel something solid and thick right where your undoubtedly soaked panties press against Caleb’s lap.

His fingers tighten against your hips, threatening to leave fingertip shaped bruises, ripping his lips away with every ounce of self-control he has left.

“Y/N…this is your last chance to tell me to stop,” he rasps, eyes clouded over with a dark animalistic gleam. A desire that could only be born from years of pent up yearning and restraint.

“Once we start…I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he murmurs, holding your cheek so adoringly. It’s clear that, while he’s giving you an out, he prays to the Gods that you won’t tell him to stop. 

With a pointed roll of your hips, earning you a delicious breathy moan from him, you grip the back of Caleb’s head, tugging on his hair. You pull his head against your chest, cradling him affectionately.

Caleb inhales a sharp breath at the sound of your pounding heart against his ear. How many times he’d stayed up, fraught with haunting nightmares, listening to this very sound, to your steady breathing, grounding him to this reality.

“I’m done playing pretend, Caleb.”

You can feel his entire body go rigid beneath you, his thick muscles tensing with heated desire. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip with reverence. 

“Then…let me show you what’s real.”

With very little effort, Caleb picks you up, gripping your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeal, looping your arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life.

“A little warning next time would be nice,” you grumble as he walks you, presumably, to the bedroom he had given you. His bedroom.

Caleb chuckles, his frustratingly infectious laugh, pressing a wet kiss into your jaw, “You used to beg me to carry you like this all the time. Suddenly you don’t like it?”

Your cheeks heat up at the memories of all the times he’d carried you around when you feigned being too exhausted to move, “It’s different now.”

You find your back being pushed against the cold and hard surface of the bedroom door.

“You’re definitely right about that. Back then…I couldn’t do this.”

He presses his lips into the curve of your neck, biting down with just enough force to make you clench against his solid body, crying out in surprise. Your reaction elicits a deep and warm chuckle from him. He kicks open the room of the bedroom and sets you down gently on the plush of the mattress.

He keeps his fingers pressed firmly into your thigh, keeping it hooked against his waist. Your chest heaves with desire, looking up at him expectantly. He hovers just an inch above you, kneeling between your legs, elbow pressed into the bed beside your face, caging you in.

“You’re…” he rasps, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh. He trails off, at a loss for words as his eyes rake down your lips, to your wonderfully exposed neck, to the defined curves of your collar. He clenches his fist, trying to calm down and stop himself from absolutely devouring you.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

“I’m what?” you tease, biting your lip at the way his eyes travel down your body, like it was his first time seeing the sky. Your hand travels from his jaw to trickle down his pulse, fingers teasing the bare skin where his silver necklace normally sat, the dogtag forgotten somewhere on the living room couch.

He groans, knees buckling under your touch. You gasp when you feel his excitement against you, your body instinctively arching up to grind against him. The sensation feels so mind numbingly intense that you can’t help but let out a soft moan, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. 

Caleb hisses, his fingers digging in, almost painfully, to your thigh. His hips chase the feeling, bucking against you again, making both of you groan. He holds your jaw tenderly in one hand, forcing you to look at him, his voice rough with lust. 

“You’re a brat,” he murmurs, sinking down to your neck, “Gonna be the death of me.”

He trails a kiss of heated kisses down your pulse point, using his tongue to draw the most beautiful moans from your kiss-bitten lips. When he reaches your collar, he laughs into your burning skin.

“Nothing else to say, princess?”

You whine at his condescending tone, never a fan of losing to him. Mustering up your courage, you trail your hand lower until they tease the waistband of his pants. You don’t give him a chance to protest before you slip your fingers in, gasping when they meet the hot leaking tip of his cock. It’d hardened to the point that it could practically sit at his belly button, so you didn’t have to reach very deep for what you wanted. 

You revel in Caleb’s string of choked expletives, biting back the moan that threatens to escape your own lips when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, desperately trying to stave off the orgasm you’re already building in him. 

Years of yearning, restraint, and being completely and utterly uninterested in anyone that wasn’t you had truly eaten his stamina.

It only encourages you to wrap your fingers snugly around him, giving him just one single languid stroke. 

Caleb’s fingers find your wrist, closing tightly enough to stop your ministrations, a dangerous warning reflected in his eyes. You can see his pulse pound in his neck, his breath coming out heavy and forced.

“Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, hm?” he grits hoarsely, deceptively calm, trying his best to hide how completely unraveled you have him with your pretty little fingers wrapped around him. When he has you panting so divinely beneath him, like he’d dreamt of for years.

With your hand caught in his, your eyebrows furrow in challenge. Your free hand weaves into the back of his head, pulling him back down so you can press a teasing kiss into his neck. When he stiffens above you, you sink your teeth in, marking him as yours, which he’d always been. At his hiss of ecstasy, your hips buck up to drag against his bare erection, nearly able to feel how wet you’d gotten through your panties and through your jeans.

“Such a tease,” he grounds out, his purple eyes burning with a dangerous desire, “Who taught you to be such a brat? Cause I know it wasn’t me.”

Your eyes flare with indignation, despite how badly your body literally quivers for him

“Not a brat. You’ve just always been a sore loser,” you taunt, pressing another heated kiss into his pounding jugular, this time letting your tongue tease him.

With a feral growl, you find both of your hands pinned above your head with just one of Caleb’s bigger hands, his grip punishing and addicting. He pushes his cock right into your inner thighs, giving you a taste of what’s to come. 

“You’re going to regret that, baby.”

With his free hand, he undoes the buttons on your blouse, yanking it open. Your coat had long been forgotten, probably somewhere on the couch, leaving you completely naked before him. You hadn’t worn a bra since you’d been stuck inside for the last three days, and with Caleb being at the base most of the time, you didn’t see the point. 

You yelp as the cool air-conditioned breeze hits your bare nipples, not noticing the way Caleb’s eyes widen, his pupils dilating like he’d been concussed. 

“Why aren’t you…” he trails off, his eyes doing their damn best to stare into your eyes and not at the soft plush of your breasts. The way your beautiful skin leads up to your hardened nipples that are just begging to be tasted. He doesn’t finish his thought, swearing like a sailor. 

Caleb’s violet eyes search yours, pleading with you. 

“Tell me one more time.”

You trace his jaw with your fingertips, trying to ignore how painfully exposed you feel. His eyes flutter shut, his cheek nuzzling into your hand. Like a puppy.

But when his eyes open again, there’s a ravenous fire that reminds you more of a rabid wolf than a sweet little house pet. 

“Tell me you want this. Because...” he pauses, his fingers tracing down your collar, stopping right before the swell of your chest.

“I can’t go back to playing house. I can’t go back to pretending to be your big brother. Not when I’ve tasted you.”

Your heart flutters, core tightening, at his simultaneously sweet and filthy words. Gently wriggling one hand free, you grab his finger that rests on your collar, guiding his hand down. Caleb’s breathing grows incredibly heavy and off-beat as he watches you lead his hand to cup your breast.

You bring his face to yours, whispering, “Caleb…”

“Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

Caleb’s eyes widen noticeably, cursing, “God you–you’re so fucking beautiful. Especially when you say my name like that. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

With one hand still pinned above you, the other holding his hand to your chest, you crane your neck up, pressing your forehead to his.

“Show me, Caleb.”

At the sound of his name rolling off your perfect tongue yet again, Caleb snaps. Gone was the chivalrous restraint he’d been hell bent on exhibiting. 

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling your chin to his, consuming you in a mind numbing kiss. You’re so distracted by his tongue against yours that you don’t notice when his fingers close around your nipple, rolling it torturously. 

You tear your lips away with a moan, your back arching into him. 

Caleb chuckles, between trailing kisses down to your chest, “Needy little thing, huh?”

You’re about to snark back at him until he takes one of your nipples into his lips, letting his tongue circle it tenderly. You bite your lip to stop the embarrassing sounds that threaten to escape, the warmth of his mouth driving you to insanity.

Caleb snakes one hand to your lip, gently unfurling it from your teeth. He’s still attentively devouring you when he forces himself to tear away for one second.

“Don’t you dare hide those pretty sounds from me,” his voice is commanding, every bit of the Farspace Colonel you’d come to know. Except this time, the Colonel makes you shiver with desire and not fear.

His thumb presses deeper, teasing your tongue. Growing impatient with how you hold back your cries, he sinks his teeth into your hardened nipple.

“Nngh–Caleb!” you all but scream. You can feel him smiling against your chest before he alternates to the other, drunk on the noises you cry for him. The taste of your skin on his tongue.

“You always were so good for me.”

With his lips latched onto you, he uses his free hand to unbutton your pants, tugging them down until you’re in nothing but your soaked panties. His fingers trickle down, teasing the waistband. Before he goes further, he grips your chin, bringing your hazy eyes to his.

“More?” he murmurs tenderly, trying to get a temperature check on how you feel. He’d be damned if he ever made you unhappy again.

You sit up on your elbows, peering down at him. He’s flushed from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, his lips shiny with saliva. You let yourself revel in how devastatingly handsome he is, a sinful thought you’d denied yourself many times before.

God, you needed him so fucking badly.

Desperate to make up for years of lost kisses, you pull him in for another. When you finally pull away, you press his forehead against yours, your breath uneven, noses touching.

“More. Please.”

Caleb grins, “That’s my girl.”

Pushing you back against the bed, he sucks a trail of hickeys from your neck, to your breasts, down to your stomach. 

In between his kisses, he murmurs, “Let me worship you like I’ve always wanted to.” You whine when he gets to your legs, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh. Your instinct is to pull away, acutely aware of how close he was to your soaking panties.

But Caleb’s fingers dig into the plush of your hips, effectively locking you against his desperate breath and wild eyes. He continues his relentless attack on your quivering thighs, purposely letting his nose brush against your panties, using his fingers to tease them to the side, letting his warm breath caress your most sensitive parts.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Caleb growls, almost in awe, “God, you spoil me.” He’s so close that he can smell you, his mouth literally watering in anticipation.  

You whine, at your wit’s end, “Caleb, don’t tease.” 

“Always so impatient,” he chuckles with a crooked grin, “I didn’t hold myself back for nearly a decade just to rush this.”

You groan in frustration, tears nearly forming in your eyes from the pure desperation, “You’re such a–hnngh!”

You cut yourself off with a breathy cry, more of a screech, when Caleb presses his tongue into the soaked fabric of your panties, nearly wedging himself into your leaking lips. 

He groans as he tastes you. Even through the fabric you taste like a fucking drug. If heaven had a taste…this would be it. 

“I’m such a what, princess?” Caleb chuckles breathlessly into your pussy, using your same teasing taunt from earlier. 

You’re about to reach over to smack him when Caleb finds your clit, even through the underwear, his lips sucking obsessively. Your hips buck up into his mouth, back arching off the bed, only to have Caleb press his big hand into your stomach, pushing you back down. 

“Dreamt about this, you know?” he grunts into you, practically taking a deep inhale of your intoxicating pheromones, his nose pressed into your underwear, as his tongue works you into a frenzy. He renders you unable to speak, even though you want to beg him to move your panties to the side.

He licks another stripe, this time between your lips and all the way until the tip of his tongue strokes your clit, making you squeal.

“Dreamt of how you’d smell.” He can’t help but breathe in a shaky breath, intoxicated by you, drunk off your scent. 

“Dreamt of how you’d taste.” He finally tugs your panties down your thighs, nearly cumming right then and there at the sight of your naked core, glistening for him. Like a hormonal teenage boy. 

“Hah–Caleb!” you’re cut off when his lips latch onto your bare clit, suckling gently as his fingers start to tease your folds, gathering up your copious slick with his fingertips and smearing it around.

“Dreamt of how you’d call my name. Just like that, babygirl.” He continues to devour you like a five course meal, better than any recipe he’d ever perfected. You tasted so divine on his tongue, he feared he’d never come back from this. Never be able to be without you. Always wanting to dive in between your legs, devour you until the only thing that dared leave your lips was his name. 

“God you taste…” he can’t even complete his thought before his tongue is wedged between your slit again, lapping you up greedily. You’re too lost in your own pleasure to tease him, your eyes fluttering backwards.

“Can you take a finger, princess?” he groans shakily, practically begging. His breath is hot on your sensitive core, making you tremble. 

“Y-Yes–mmf–please,” you huff, fingers carding through his hair as he nuzzles happily between your thighs. Like a bear with a honeypot. 

“That’s my girl,” he breathes against you before slipping one finger into you. You gasp, the sting from just one digit taking you by surprise–thicker and longer than your own. But it doesn’t necessarily hurt. 

Caleb bites the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on licking up the honey between your legs and not how unbelievably tight you are around just one finger. His cock leaks with the urgent need to feel you, and with how beautifully you’re unraveling for him, he has to fight from cumming untouched.

“You’re so…tight,” Caleb groans, almost in awe. He only had one finger in you. And you felt like that. You can only respond in a string of strangled moans, completely lost in the sensations that ripple through every nerve ending.

“Sh-shit,” he mutters, imagining what you’d feel like wrapped around his length as you clenched against his one finger. You were dangerous.

“Gonna need to stretch you out. Can you take another, sweet girl?”

You nod, not really knowing what he’s saying–too lost in this whole new world of ecstasy Caleb is introducing to you. But you trusted him with your entire life. 

Gently, Caleb adds another one of his lengthy fingers. You wince at the stretch, the pain ebbing over the pleasure, causing tears to spring to your eyes. Caleb instantly stills, suddenly hovering above you, his fingers still deep inside you. His purple eyes are crinkled in concern, his free hand brushing the stray strands of hair off your cheek. 

“Hey,” he murmurs tenderly, his thumb catching stray tears, “You with me?”

You writhe, still adjusting to the stretch of his second finger, the pain dulling slowly. His still fingers start to feel unnatural, the need for friction growing with every passing second. 

“I’m–angh–I’m good,” you pant, “C-Caleb–please. Move.”

Caleb nearly chokes, his cock lurching at your tearful and needy plea. He slowly starts to move his fingers in and out of you again with the utmost gentleness.

“You’re doing so good for me, Y/N,” he pants, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay, “So wet and–hah fuck–warm.”

You whine at his praises, your gut knotting in excitement, the sensation returning back to a tingling pleasure. 

Caleb gently scissors his two fingers, pressing his tongue against your core once more, desperate for another taste. 

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he rasps in between sucking at your sensitive bud, “Feel good, princess? You like it when I praise you?”

You whine, nodding as best as you can, too far gone to feel ashamed. Your heart squeezes when you suddenly wonder just how Caleb had become so skilled with his fingers, with his tongue. 

But you’re pulled out of those thoughts when the man in question starts flicking his tongue with renewed vigor and passion. An overwhelming pressure builds in your gut that makes you writhe with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Caleb presses you back down, flat against the bed, “Tell me, baby. Let me hear you.” He jerks his fingers, simultaneously flicking his tongue against your clit. His hips buck repeatedly, groaning into your core as he fucks into the mattress.

The lewd sounds of his fingers inside you makes your cheeks burn with want. The vibrations that roll off his tongue and straight into you send you reeling.

“C-Caleb, it feels–I-I can’t..take much more,” you squeal, feeling like your abdomen is going to burst. You almost want to shove him off, overwhelmed by your impending orgasm. Yet you can’t get enough of his hand, his mouth, on you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against you, fingers still inside you, “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Your breathing grows erratic, reduced to nothing but cries and moans, as he quickens his pace, curling his fingers to a hypersensitive part inside you. Your eyes go wide as the tension in your belly combusts, pleasure searing through your entire body like a wildfire.

Your fingers dig into the comforter, your back arching off the mattress. Caleb groans as he listens to your unabashed cries, his name on your tongue like a prayer. 

“Angh–Caleb! Oh God,” you whimper as he continues to devour you, even when you’re gushing. If it didn’t feel so mind blowing you’d be embarrassed that you were dripping quite literally on his face. 

“Fuck–dreamt of how you’d fall apart for me, just like this. But you’re…so much fucking better than my silly little fantasies.”

His fingers start to slow as your body trembles with overstimulation. You watch as he withdraws them, entranced by how they glisten and drip with you. With how exquisite you taste, intensified by just how many times he’d fantasized about this very scenario, he can’t help but lick his fingers absolutely clean. 

You shakily sit up on your elbows, a mix of mortified and turned on watching him drunk off your slick. Your chest and gut both flutter, your teeth clamping down on your lip.

You wanted to taste him too. 

Standing on your knees with him, you wrap your arms around his neck, taking him by surprise as you press your lips to his. His grunt is swallowed by your eager tongue, the taste of yourself confusingly arousing as you kiss him fervently. 

His hands hold your waist tight against him as he kisses you passionately, reverently. You can feel his massive erection against your stomach, his skin soft and burning against yours. It leaks profusely, smearing against your naval. 

Eagerly, breaking away for only seconds, you lift Caleb’s shirt up, scrambling to get it off of him, wanting him to be as exposed as you. 

While you have him off guard, you weave one of your hands with his, clasping your palms together. Resonance always came effortlessly to Caleb and you–as natural as breathing. Using your Evol, you manipulate Caleb’s gravity Evol, flipping him beneath you and onto the bed. Your tongue is still tangled with his as you lay atop him, swallowing his chuckles. Your cheeks warm as you try and summon your most alluring self, pressing soft and heated kissing down his jaw, into his thrumming pulse, his thick shoulders.

“You’re so damn cheeky,” he groans, voice gravelly with pent up need, inexplicably turned on by the way you can control his Evol like second nature. His cock twitches as your lips make their way down his body, needing to be buried inside you more than ever. 

As you descend further, lips at his abdomen, your intent becomes clear to Caleb. And while the thought of your lips around his dick makes him twitch like a virgin, which he unabashedly was, his impatience to be inside you grows to a painful peak.

He sits up, his hands finding your chin and tilting you to look at him. His voice is ragged, barely holding back the animalistic desire he feels for you. 

“Hey, no. You don’t have to. Let me worship you today.”

He doesn’t mention that the feeling of your lips on his burning skin, nearing his painfully hard erection has him just about ready to come undone. Untouched.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back down. You don’t push very hard but he lets himself fall back, weak to your every want and whim. 

“Haven’t you always wanted this, gege?” you grin teasingly, unsure where your confidence comes from. Your lips brush against the veins on his pelvis that lead to his very excited member. He jerks involuntarily, cursing under his breath–the familiar pet name now carrying an entirely new meaning.

“Sweethe–fuck,” Caleb chokes as your lips find their way around his thick leaking tip, deliberating shutting him up. 

You do your best to pull your teeth back, not having much experience doing this, especially not with one so…big. 

But big was an understatement. Caleb was…massive. He had girth as well as length, two prominent veins painted across the pink skin, standing incredibly tall against his abdomen. 

Maybe you should be scared–terrified, of how that would fit inside you later. But it only makes you want to please him more.   

Caleb’s fingers unconsciously find their way into your hair, tugging ever so gently. He does his best to stop himself from thrusting up into your impossibly tight throat.

“Hah–s’fucking…” he groans, voice haggard and forced as if he can’t breathe, “God, always knew that pretty little mouth would be perfect.”

His words encourage you to dare further, your tongue flicking against his leaking head, lapping up the leaking beads of his arousal. It’s surprisingly sweet, tinged with saltiness, no doubt from his addiction to apples, which makes it easier for you to take him deeper.

Caleb’s hips thrust up gently, his inexperienced excitement nearly controlling him completely. You relish in the way he almost uses your throat for his pleasure, slightly ashamed to think about how many times you’d imagined Caleb using you roughly.

Your thighs clench at the thought, a throaty moan escaping. Caleb’s hips stutter as the deep vibrations of your cry push him closer to painting your mouth milky white.

His voice comes out hoarse, almost harsh, “That’s enough, sweetheart. Come here.” He gently lifts your chin, his impossibly thick cock still buried down your tight throat. 

You whine, not stopping, wanting him to come as undone as he had rendered you. Your whine only sends Caleb closer to the edge with a strangled hiss.

You feel the familiar feeling of his Evol wrapping around you, lifting you off, and throwing you under him. You roll your eyes as he hovers above you, his eyes level with yours. 

“Always throwing me around with your Evol,” you grumble as if you hadn’t done the same thing moments ago. 

Caleb grins, the entire room nearly lighting up with his handsome smile. His fingers trace down your lip to your throat, his hand wrapping around it gently. 

“Would you rather I throw you around myself? That can be arranged.”

Your breath hitches as he pulls his pants the rest of the way down, giving you a brief reprieve to really admire his naked body. Caleb had always been well built, even in high school. But now, as he hovered above you, you were painfully reminded of just how much Caleb had grown up.

There was a reason Caleb attracted women left and right all throughout your lives. It literally got so excessive to the point he’d ask you to show up to campus and pretend to be his girlfriend to stop the countless advances. But now, after the explosion, after assuming the position of Colonel of the Farspace Fleet…

He was unreal.

Caleb chuckles, a teasing glint in his violet eyes as he grazes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, “Careful pip-squeak, any longer and you might start drooling.”

When you only respond with a silent glare and a gentle punch to his chest, his very muscled chest, Caleb grins and presses a tender kiss to your pouting lips.

“Later, we will discuss why you’re so good at that. For now…” he trails off hoarsely, entirely serious, despite his teasing tone. 

“For now let me show you what you’ve done to me, hm? How utterly you have destroyed me for anyone else.”

Your heart flutters at his words, throat prickly with emotions. Was it really possible that the two of you had felt the same way about each other for nearly your entire lives, both unwilling to speak up?

“How many times I told myself I was crazy, that I was just supposed to be your gege.”

He takes the base of his thick erection into his hand.

“How I had to physically remove myself from the house when you’d wear those god-forsaken shorts.”

He drags himself up and down your leaking core, gathering up your arousal and lathering it against his burning cock. God you were so unbearably wet he had to fight from diving back face first in between your legs.

“How painfully I’d ache when you curled up next to me, claiming to be scared of the thunder.”

He intentionally presses his tip harshly into your clit, making your eyes roll and your hips buck, a strangled moan of his name escaping your lips.

His voice grows strained as he lines himself up with your entrance. While you were anxious of what you knew was coming, your body craves him like no other, your hips instinctively grinding, as if to impale yourself on him. 

“How completely you own my heart.”

Caleb captures your lips in a searing kiss, eagerly consuming your cries of satisfaction as he gently rubs his engorged head against your unbearably tight heat. The anticipation eats at you, but you find yourself pulling your lips away. 

“I-I’ve never…” you murmur shyly, trailing off, hoping he gets the message without needing you to spell it out. You grip the sheets nervously, your knuckles white.

Caleb’s eyes snap to yours, so quickly his neck nearly cricks. There’s an unprecedented swirling fire in his irises. He hisses, a string of curses that you can’t quite make out, the hand holding the base of his cock shaking.

“You can’t just…You’re trying to kill me aren’t you, pip-squeak?” he growls, restraint hanging on by the thinnest of threads. He buries his face into your neck, taking deep breaths of your intoxicating scent.

“Is that bad?”

He lifts his head from your shoulder, holding your face in his hands, letting his erection rub freely against your slicked pussy.

“No. No. But you’re making it impossible not to…” he groans, slamming his palm down onto the bed.

He sits up, taking your jaw into his hands, cupping your face with all the adoration in this world and the next. 

“I haven't either. I’ve only ever wanted you. In high school, at the Academy…In this life, and every life after.”

“Ever since you held my hand for the first time, I’ve been yours.”

His words are so utterly devastating–sincere and painfully raw. It makes your chest constrict, your breath choked off. You find yourself rendered speechless again, despite how many confessions of your own were swirling in your mind, threatening to burst. 

Instead, you pull him towards your lips, only able to convey the depth of your own devotion with your actions. Caleb grunts into you, relenting as you demand entrance to his mouth. You lose yourself in him, guiding him to reposition himself at your entrance. 

Caleb nips at your bottom lip, his painfully hard dick in his hands once more, pressing gently into you.

You rip your mouth away in a pained squeal as he enters you, stretching you in ways you’d never fathomed. You’re so lost in the sting you don’t even notice the way Caleb’s knees buckle, his palm shooting out to catch himself before he falls on top of you, a string of hoarse expletives escapes him.

Caleb’s fingers gently brush away the hair that's fallen onto your face, the graze of his soft skin momentarily distracting you from the burning ache. His touch is so unbearably tender, it completely masks the way he’s falling apart at the seams, fighting his body’s instinct to explode white and hot inside of you.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting from your jaw into your neck, “You’re so perfect for me. Can you take a little bit more?”

The muscles of your thighs quiver violently at the strain of your body trying to accommodate his stupidly large dick. And while it burns like nothing you’ve ever felt before, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. 

In the mush that he’s rendered your brain, you can vaguely hear yourself babbling, “C-Caleb–nngh–I-I can take more. Always wanted you–ngah–s’bad.”

Caleb’s amethyst eyes blacken, his jaw tightening sharply. 

“Y/N…you can’t just say things like that–say my name like that and expect me to–hah–keep it together,” he rasps, the thin thread of restraint, on the verge of snapping.

Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears spilling from the corner of your eyes. Your fingernails dig into the thick ropes of muscles in his shoulders, pulling him closer. The sting makes his teeth clench, inadvertently sinking another inch into you. 

“Mnngh–need you Caleb, I’ve always n-needed you,” you whimper, lips against his ear. Caleb stiffens.

“Fuck–okay baby. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything.”

You look down as he sinks yet another inch into you, his vein throbbing as it tries to nestle into you. Even through the searing stretch, you’re mesmerized by just how big he is, and how he’s fitting himself so perfectly inside you. The muscles of Caleb’s abdomen tremble with restraint, doing his best to keep from pounding into you.

Caleb kisses your cheek, softly licking up your stray tears.

“G-God the real thing is so much better than anything I could’ve ever dreamt up,” he grunts, squeezing your hips tenderly as he tries to bottom out, “Wanted this–wanted you for so damn long.”

The initial pain had ebbed into a dull ache that was quickly bleeding into the same ecstasy he’d just given you with his tongue. 

“Ngah–wanted you since I can remember Caleb,” you confess brokenly, thick with the release of imprisoned emotions. You do your best to reach your shaky hand up to his perfect face, moving his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes. He leans into your touch on instinct, that boyish charm returning to his face as his eyes shut in pure adoration.

“A-always…hah–have. So badly.”

Caleb groans at the genuinity in your confession, his normally purple eyes blackened almost entirely.

“So–nngh–you feel so incredible. I shouldn’t have wasted so much fucking time,” he groans, thrusting the rest of the way, bottoming out in your perfect little cunt.

Your cries are half way between a squeal and a moan as you feel him hit your cervix, pain blending overwhelmingly with the vast sea of pleasure.

“Caleb, s’too big–it’s too much,” you wail, feeling nearly split in half as his cock throbs inside of you, pulsing with the primal need to mark you. You look down and nearly yelp when you see his massive erection buried between your thighs–it was far too massive.

“You can, baby. You can take it,” he groans, bucking his hips ever so slightly, desperate for the feeling of your heavenly walls wringing him.

“Be a good girl, yeah? For me?” Caleb murmurs, his teeth nipping at your pulse, which earns him a beautiful moan from you. Your stomach flutters at his deceptively innocent pleas, your deep-rooted desire to please him, your perfect gege, taking over. 

Your eyelids feel unbearably heavy as you stare into his heated irises, nodding eagerly.

Caleb exhales a shaky breath, bending down to press a burning kiss to your lips. You return it with equal fervor, whining when he pulls away, too quick for your liking.

He chuckles breathlessly, wiping the drool from your lip tenderly, “Say it, sweetheart. Need to hear you say it.” He punctuates his demand with the slightest shift of his hips, causing the thick head of his cock to brush against a particularly sensitive spot in you. 

“Oh god Caleb–! I can take it, I can take it, please!”

Caleb hisses as his hips start to move. He hikes your thigh up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, caging him against you. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your rear, holding you impossibly closer to him as his pelvis snaps into your skin. The sound of wet skin colliding against each other rings loudly in your ear, lewd and filthy. 

His thrusts are erratic, trying to find a suitable rhythm without losing his mind and taking you like a rabid beast. His other hand kneads at your breast, fingers toying with your perfectly pebbled nipples. 

“Hah–taking me so well, always–nngh–knew you’d be absolutely perfect wrapped around me. Thought about it so many damn times.”

You bite your lip so hard you think you might draw blood, squeezing your eyes shut as his movements quickly blur the line between pleasure and pain. Your eyes flutter open when you feel Caleb’s thumb against your lip, prying your teeth away.

“Look at me Y/N. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Despite his rough movements, his eyes are jarringly tender, looking at you so adoringly–as if he wasn’t rutting into you like a madman.

You force your eyes open, blinking rapidly with the weight of the ecstasy raining down on your body. You briefly look down at where he’s connected to you, too fucked out to even notice the reddish-pink sheen coating Caleb’s member.

When your eyes flutter shut again, Caleb tsks, pressing his palm against the hypnotizing bulge against your stomach. Physically being able to see where he was buried so perfectly inside you drove him just to the edge of cumming, unable to stop himself from touching it. 

Your eyes widen, squealing as you feel your walls harshly clamping down on his cock, nestled right at your g-spot. Caleb himself falters at the sensation, growling as he twitches uncontrollably inside you. 

That was a mistake. You were already impossibly tight as it was, making you bare down on him only served to push him headfirst into the climax he’d been staving off.

“Baby,” he pants raggedly, “Nngh–shit–!” His hips stutter, knees buckling, burying himself into the curve of your neck. He bites down on your pulsing skin, forcing himself to pull out of your warm embrace, as he releases seemingly endless ropes of thick milky cum onto your beautiful stomach. 

You whine at the loss of him buried inside of you, your core fluttering around nothing. You prop your chin up, getting lost in the way he paints your stomach, fisting himself furiously through his climax. 

“Can’t control myself around you,” he grits through his orgasm, jaw slacking, “Not anymore.” Every defined muscle of his toned body quivers with the power of his orgasm.

Shivering at the sensation of his burning release splattering on your abdomen, you reach up to cup his face as he cums. Of course, he leans into your touch on instinct, the onslaught of emotions intensifying his climax.

Your body aches at the hollowness, but it quickly dissipates as you watch Caleb’s face, beads of sweat pebbling his skin, contorted in a pleasure so intense, a pleasure you’d given him. Squirming at the sight of him, still spurting cum, your fingers find your clit desperately.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you touch yourself to the image of him writhing above you. Not even a split second later, you feel the pull of gravity, your wrist being yanked away and pinned above your head. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You whine as Caleb presses back against you, his cock replacing where your fingers had just been, “Y-You already–You don’t have to force yourself Caleb. I can–”

Your words are caught in your throat when Caleb lines himself back up with you, smearing the combined arousal messily around, teasing you relentlessly. 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m done with you,” he grins widely, using his clean hand to realign himself. You glance down and realize Caleb is still unbearably hard, even after the absurd amount he’d painted your stomach with.

He slips back into you, your eyes rolling back at the familiar stretch. Except it’s so much more intense this time, your body knowing just what Caleb could do to you, and craving it like nothing else. 

“Oh God just like that, Caleb–please!” you cry, pride gone with the wind, as he starts an earth-shattering rhythm, hips rolling into you with precision and purpose. 

Caleb curses, the oversensitivity heightening every sensation, every desperate thrust into your perfect angel cunt, “Tell me, princess. How do I make you feel?”

You try to force your mind to cooperate and find the words that you want to say, “Feels…feels so–mnngh–Caleb!”

You can vaguely hear him laughing warmly as your mind goes blank, the thick head of his leaking cock pounding into you ruthlessly. He’d practically mapped out every sensitive nook of your pussy and he fully intended on taking advantage.

He gently grabs your throat with his free hand, applying pressure with only his fingertips and not his palm. 

“Hm? Feels like what, sweetheart?” His thrusts slow to a tortuous pace, enough to have you squirming for more but not enough to push you over the edge of release. And he knows it.

“Caleb, don’t fucking tease me,” you whine breathlessly, “Hah–Pleease.” Your hips move against his pelvis, trying to chase the pleasure yourself. 

“Needy little brat,” he murmurs affectionately, “You know I can’t say no to you.”

With those words Caleb starts pounding into you with renewed vigor, hell-bent on making you cum just as hard as he just did. His fingers wedge between your joined bodies, easily finding your clit and rubbing just how he knows you like. The familiar tension in your gut builds at an alarming speed, your body desperate to release after being even slightly edged.

“In return, you can show me how much you’ve wanted this, hm?”

His knowing words, the underlying authority in them, make you whimper with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. The combination of his relentless touch, his filthy whisperings, 

Fuck, the Colonel of the Farspace Feet was your absolute undoing. 

Caleb’s own muscles tense as his sensitive cock, hardened beyond belief again, starts to twitch inside you once more. You’d literally just milked him dry and he still couldn’t get enough. He probably never would.

“Oh god, so c-close Caleb!”

“Yeah? Show me how much you’ve wanted me to fuck you senseless, baby.”

He punctuates his demand with a twitch of his fingers against your clit,  driving so deeply into you that you nearly choke. Your back arches so deeply it hurts, the cold feeling of his cum still painted across your stomach, a long forgotten sensation in the back of your mind. 

“How much you want to cum on your gege’s cock.”

Your body shudders as you come undone explosively against his violent thrusts. Your fingers dig into his biceps, making Caleb hiss with satisfaction, his eyes unable to tear away from your gorgeous face as you cum on him. 

“Oh god–please! Mnngh Caleb, c-cumming. Wan’ to cum for you s’bad! Don’t stop–please!” 

Caleb groans at your filthy words, his own hips stuttering as he fucks you through the endless waves of pleasure, feeling every contraction of your perfect little cunt. 

“Juuust like that, give it to me sweetheart.”

Your thighs tremble violently as he rocks you through the unprecedented pleasure. With your eyes rolled back, your tongue slightly lolled out, crying out for him repeatedly. Caleb can’t stop himself.

In your fucked out state, you can vaguely feel the caress of his gravity Evol, his hands still busy working at your clit and your breasts. It maneuvers your thighs so that they’re pressed firmly into your chest, nearly folding you in half. He uses his Evol to grab a pillow, throwing it under your lower back, completely changing the angle at which he ruts into you.

“C-Caleb–” you gasp, eyes wide as the pleasure turns sharp, “S’too much. Feels…”

Despite feeling unbearably sensitive, your eyes still flutter in bliss. You want to tell him to stop, but your body physically refuses, still curling up to meet his thrusts. At this new angle, your knees nearly on either side of your head, his cock practically buries itself into your throat. 

“I’m sorry,” he rambles, “I’m sorry.” But he doesn’t stop. “A little more, yeah? You can take a little bit more for me, right baby?” Just by his voice alone, you can tell he’s on the verge of another powerful orgasm. 

Something about the way his violet eyes bleed with desperation, with devotion. Your body finds its way inexplicably bending to his every will, readying itself to take more of him. Even through the sting of overstimulation, even through the ache of how deeply he has your body folded into a mating press.

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his cum smearing messily across your stomach, you sit up to press your forehead against his, your hips screaming in protest as your body is bent even further. 

“Cum–mnngh–Cum inside me Caleb, want to feel you. Need you s’bad.”

Caleb’s eyes widen, his rough movements nearly stuttering to a complete stop.

“What? Don’t play with me right now, Y/N,” he seethes through grit teeth, willing his hips to stay still, “You can’t just–hah fuck–say that.”

Your eyes roll at Caleb’s slow and controlled thrusts, each one deeper and more punctuated than the last. You force your mind to cooperate, fingers weaving into his hair, “M’serious. Please Caleb, for me?”

Caleb swears, picking up his pace again, each thrust deliberately bruising past your g-spot, stretching you to your breaking point. 

“God, you know I can’t say no to you,” he growls, “You know how many times I’ve thought about filling you up?”

“You can say—nngh—no, you just don’t want to,” you playfully quip through your tear-blurred vision. Caleb’s jaw ticks at your blatant teasing. 

“The mouth on you…” he nearly murmurs, voice gruff and controlled, “Let’s give that filthy little tongue something else to do.” 

You let out a high pitched whine when Caleb thrusts harder. You feel him trail two fingers along your stomach, the moist sensation of him catching some of his cum making you convulse as you near another orgasm. 

When Caleb brings his right hand up to you, slick fingers brushing against your lips, you can’t even protest. Because you want it. But he absolutely did not need to know that. 

“Open,” he murmurs, clean thumb stroking your chin, two dripping fingers so close they almost graze your lips.

You want to curse your traitorously submissive body because your mouth parts on instinct, allowing Caleb to put two fingers into your mouth, pressing gently onto your tongue. 

The taste of his salty-sweet pearly essence renders you a submissive desperate mess, your hands coming to grasp his forearm as you clean his digits, peering at him through your eyelashes. 

He groans, a strangled curse on the tip of his tongue, as he watches you suck on his fingers. His pupils are blown, drinking in the sight of you, hips faltering, overwhelmed by how fucking beautifully you fall apart for him. How effortlessly you unravel him.

“Just like that, princess,” he coos, “God, it’s like you were–hah–created in a lab to drive me insane.”

You whine against his fingers, feeling an orgasm more violent than a hurricane brewing in your core. Your pelvis aches with the weight at which he fucks you into the mattress but all you can feel is him. And the otherworldly sensations he rains down upon you, your body’s pleasure already second nature to him. 

“Now be a good girl and cum again.” 

His skilled thrusts, his animalistic demand, his smoldering purple eyes that watch you with a terrifying blend of obsession and devotion–it’s all enough to send you plummeting towards your third climax of the night. 

In your nearly blacked out state, you don’t even remember that Caleb’s fingers are still toying with your tongue when you bite down to stay conscious amidst your explosive finish. He chokes, knees buckling, but doesn’t flinch–nor does he withdraw his hand. In fact, he only seems to fall deeper into the abyss that is you.

“Shit–shit, Y/N!” Caleb’s moans wash across your lips, his damp forehead against yours, letting you bite down on the fingers of his right hand. Reveling in the sensation of your teeth digging into his digits, your perfect gummy walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, the pain pushing him over the edge, “Take it all for me, yeah? You can do that for me right, baby?”

His words make your entire body tighten up even further, biting harder, squeezing tighter. The wet sounds of your arousal against his pelvis, pounding into your thighs, mixed with your screams of his name have him all but combusting, exploding white, hot, and plenty inside of you. 

“I can–I can!” you practically beg, drunk off the feeling of him exploding inside you, “W-Want it–want more.” His fingers fall from your lips as you speak–much to his dismay.

Caleb groans, unable to stop rutting inside of you at your heated pleas, using the frictionless thrusts to push his cum as deeply inside of you as he can. 

“There’s my perfect girl–nngh–take it all. Look at you, taking every last drop for me.”

Your hips ache in protest, but in your fucked out bliss you can’t find yourself saying anything but his name, repeatedly, tenderly, reverently. The feeling of him inside of you, the bulge of his cock visible on your naval, the warmth of his cum almost ebbing to even your fingers, his unbearably sweet and filthy words.

“Caa–leb,” you moan brokenly, the intense overstimulation clearing your hazy mind.

Caleb presses his lips to yours, still gently thrusting into you. You whine into his mouth as he pushes your thighs deeper into your chest.  

He kisses you absolutely breathless, a line of spit trailing from your lips to his as he pulls away.

“Yeah, princess?”

You desperately tap his broad chest, “Heaavy.”

Caleb chuckles, shifting his weight off of you, leaving his dick inside you still. You moan when you can finally put your legs down, every muscle in your body aching and trembling.

“Sorry pip-squeak, got carried away,” he murmurs tenderly, shifting all his weight onto his elbows, still hovering above you, cock still nestled inside you. 

You squeak when he twitches inside you, feeling incredibly sore.

“Caleb, if you don’t pull out of me right now…” you grumble with a playful glare, “Say goodbye to your penis.”

Caleb chuckles, forcing himself to pull out of you despite how his body aches to stay inside you. He groans as he slips out, a moan of your own escaping as you flutter emptily. 

“Always resorting to violence.”

You briefly peek at him, still kneeling between your legs. He’s still hard, faint streaks of pink mixed with both your essences. With his Evol, he catches a box of tissues in his hand, tenderly cleaning the mess between your legs, and then himself. You wince at the sight of blood on the tissues and look away.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the afterglow of each other’s last night together. You don’t see when Caleb grabs your used panties, wet with your arousal and his saliva, stuffing them into the side of the mattress. To retrieve later. 

Caleb flops down beside you. You’re about to lay your head on his chest when you feel him lifting you, with his arms this time and not his Evol.

“Hey!” you yelp, but he only gently places you on top of him, pressing your cheek into his chest, right where his heart thrums. Your previous resistance dissipates, as you hum happily, nuzzling into his embrace.

He laughs breathlessly, running his fingers through your hair gently.

“You’re like the stray cat that would show up at our door every morning. Hissing and swatting when we tried to pet her, purring and mewling when we gave her our breakfast scraps.”

You smack his chest lightly.

“Ow,” he chuckles lightheartedly, “Nevermind, at least that cat was nice sometimes.”

The silence washes over the pair of you. It’s comfortable and warm, but a heavy tension hangs in the air, both of you knowing the bubble will pop once the unspoken words are uttered.

“Caleb…” you start gently, but he squeezes you tighter against him.

“Don’t,” he says firmly, almost a plea, “Just…don’t say it. Not yet.”

Your heart clenches at his vulnerability, not knowing how to console him. You both know what’s coming. 

Pressing a tender kiss into his chest, you prop yourself up to look at him, his amethyst eyes bright under the soft ambient lighting. 

“I can’t stay in Skyhaven.”

You choose your words carefully, but Caleb and you both know what you’ve left unsaid. 

I can’t stay with you.

Caleb is silent, though his grip on you tightens imperceptibly, his heartbeat quickening alarmingly. 

“I know.”

His voice is small, arms holding you tighter. As if you might disappear right then and there. To him, you might as well be. 

“I know I can’t keep you here, even if it’s for your safety. No matter…how much I want to.” 

He strokes your naked back, trying to commit every ridge, every goosebump to memory, “I…I don’t know how to take care of you anymore.”

Your chest throbs inexplicably at his words. That’s what you’d wanted him to see all this time, isn’t it? That he’d stuffed you into a cage, plucking your feathers until you could no longer fly. 

“You could come back with me,” you say, “Linkon is your home too.” You're only half serious; you knew he couldn’t just leave the Fleet. 

Caleb smiles up at you, but it’s a haunted, bittersweet smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. In fact, his eyes are as hollow as you’ve ever seen them, almost staring right past you, into a blackhole behind you. 

“I can’t leave.” 

Those three simple words, raw and unfiltered–his soft and broken face, remind you of the Caleb you thought you had lost. The Caleb you were so desperately trying to get back. 

He really was right in front of you.

Like the sun finally coming out after a day of rain, it dawns on you that maybe Caleb had never been your captor–the one who locked you in a gilded prison and watched from outside as your wings fluttered into the golden bars. 

You realize that Caleb was a captive bird in that same cage, preening your ruffled, fraying feathers as you struggled, bound by the same fate that chained you.

Except Caleb’s wings were also clipped by the weight of your expectations, imprisoned by the image of him that you’d so desperately clung to. That you forced on him–punishing him when he didn’t fit the mold.

And while you were being set free, he’d stay locked inside that glass cage, watching you fly through the clouds.   

Watching the thunderstorm outside, you reminisce, “Do you remember that nest of baby birds in the big tree in front of the house?” 

Caleb is taken aback, but he nods, laughing softly, “Yeah. I remember we’d always worry when it rained if the fledglings would be okay.”

The rain patters against the massive windows, just like the days after the birds had hatched. 

“You’d always wonder…if the baby birds would fly off once the rainy season ended–going their separate ways. It always made you so sad.”

Caleb stops breathing for a second, unsure why you remember those musings from your childhood. He’d intended them to be inconsequential; he’d never expected you to hold onto them. He keeps his eyes on the unending crystal raindrops streaming down the windows. 

“Yeah. I’d always wonder if the birds would come back–after leaving the nest.” 

He briefly ponders if you were awake those nights–when he was awakened by nightmares and the only way he could breathe again was to sit by your head as you slept, weaving his fingers with yours. Watching those same baby birds from your window.

You look at him, your chin propped on his chest, leaning into his palm when it comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your voice is tender and melancholic when you finally find the words, pressing a soft kiss to where his heart beats under yours. 

“Sometimes, they come back.”

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[bibbysstuff]

Puppy Caleb (Again)

[keypostos]

fem!reader. a bit suggestive. caleb can't get enough of you tbh.

caleb once told you that there's a side of him that he didn't want you to see. he wanted to be strong for you. truly, he was trying his hardest to hold on.

when he first said that, you thought it would have to do with his urges to possess you and watch over you.

turns out, the truth is that caleb is clingy as hell.

you're twirling around in a new dress that the two of you thrifted earlier. it's flowy, light-colored, and it makes you look like a deity in caleb's eyes. the dress falls right below your knees—perfect for summer.

you walk towards him on the bed, spinning in circles to give him a closer look. all of a sudden, you stop; you feel big, calloused, warm hands on your waist and look down to see caleb gawking up at you.

he pulls you in closer to his body and decides to rest his head in the middle of your boobs. he closes his eyes and his grip on your waist loosens. caleb lets out a long, content sigh.

caleb rubs circles on your waist, then says, "i can't decide if i want you to keep this dress on or off."

"caleb!" you gently swat at his hand, but he just presses his head deeper into your chest.

that was one of his more tame days.

a few nights ago, you were enjoying a night shower alone. when you hear the door creak open, you don't have to look to know it's caleb.

you can hear him dropping his heavy colonel jacket, belt, slacks—everything. because you've missed him, you poke your head out from the shower curtain, and the sight of you visibly relaxes caleb.

"hi, handsome."

for someone so exhausted, caleb has a stupid grin on his face when he replies, "hi, beautiful."

he stumbles in a little bit, and you two end up pressed against the shower wall. caleb's hand is on your waist to make sure you don't slip. he shakes his head like a dog trying to get wet hair out of his eyes. you can't help but smile at him, brushing his hair around to help him out.

caleb's tense exterior dissipates at your hand. in a second, he pulls your bare body against his. you can feel his chest against yours; he's taking deepest breaths while holding you against him. his hand travels throughout your body: from your shoulders to the small of your back to the curve of your ass, he's rubbing his hands all over you.

he sags his body on top of yours for a second before pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

you two rock back and forth in the shower while he mumbles, "'m sorry. missed you," he presses a kiss onto your shoulder, "missed you sooo much. all i could think about was you today. 'm sorry. i'm clingy."

and then there was today, where caleb decided to follow you for a majority of the time.

you would sit on the couch, watching some tv, and caleb would follow. he'd pull your legs up to rest on his lap, massaging at your ankles and feet.

you're doing laundry, and suddenly caleb props up next to you. you raise an eyebrow to see if he's doing anything distracting or suspicious, and he just responds with a playful shrug.

you shake him off, and then you're abruptly disrupted by caleb tickling you. before you can strike back, caleb laughs—that stupid, loud laugh he makes when he's about to do something awful—and picks you up to lay you over his shoulder. he runs around with you thumping on his broad back, demanding him to put you down just like when you were kids.

and then at dinner, caleb decides that eating across from you is too far away, and he has to eat right next to you to be satisfied. he lays his head on your shoulder, reading through some articles on his phone while you read over him. he also feeds you every now and then, offering you some favorite pieces from his plate as he lays on you.

tonight, after spending the whole day with you, he spoons you while going to sleep. his arms are linked protectively around your waist, and every now and then, caleb nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

you make sure to get your pictures before reaching back and running your hands through his hair. he tilts his head closer to you and sighs in satisfaction.

you laugh at his evident delight; the sound makes caleb scrunch up his nose. you turn your head back slightly to talk to him, "don't you know you'll be sick of me soon if you keep this up?"

caleb's head jerks up from the crook of your neck. his eyebrows draw closely together and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

"don't ever say that again."

until he falls asleep, he litters your body with kisses until you realize that he's never, ever, getting sick of you. ever.

[luli-lads]

How they'd bite you if they were vampires:

Zayne: He is the most careful, cradling your head, his fangs piercing your skin so gently. There's barely a mark. And he makes sure you get a proper meal after he's done.

Xavier: At times he's soft and cuddly, and praises you for letting him feed. Other times, when his jealousy flares up, he's a little meaner and bites you repeatedly on different visible spots.

Rafayel: He kisses your neck first, nuzzling his nose against you and smelling the sweet blood coursing through you. He prefers to pierce the skin and lick it up rather than suck from the source.

Sylus: His fangs aren't the only ones marking your neck, full-on hickey decorating the spot. His breathing is rough as he feeds. He holds you by your chin and waist so you can't squirm.

Caleb: He's careful at the start, but once he tastes your blood, he practically loses it. He's pining you down and taking and taking... He manages to pull back before you pass out, apologetic.

[moopsoup]

caleb who doesn’t want you to leave skyhaven yet. he can’t let you leave. his arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe, lips pulled into a slight pout trying to play into your emotions. but you know him like the back of your hand. he’s scrambling for excuses—“but the sun is already setting,” “it’s dangerous outside right now,” “you could just stay one more night, pipsqueak.” desperate to keep you here just a little longer.

caleb who decides if words won’t convince you, then he will. he’ll make you too exhausted to leave. wear you out so thoroughly that the idea of getting up tomorrow feels impossible. so now he’s fucking you like he’s got a point to prove, like if he can just make your legs shake enough, make you cum enough times, you won’t have a choice. how could you even walk after this?

caleb who pushes a firm hand down between your shoulder blades, keeping you exactly where he wants you while he pounds into you. his thrusts so deep, so precise. it’s like you can feel him in your lungs, your stomach, your fucking brain—every part of you is reduced to nothing but the way he’s stretching you open, staking his claim inside you with every heavy snap of his hips.

caleb who’s arm snakes up your torso from behind, rough palm squeezing your tit and rolling your nipple between his fingers before sliding higher, his fingers wrapping around your throat. but he doesn’t squeeze, never enough to hurt. just a gentle reminder of how much control he has. just as much as you have over him.

caleb who feels so much deeper like this. pressing against that spot inside you that has your jaw going slack, your eyes rolling back, to the point you can’t even get a single coherent thought out. and he knows it. he knows. “caleb—” your voice is nothing but a gasp cut off by the way his thrusts hit something devastating inside you. his lips brushing against your ear, voice dropping to a low murmur “you’ll stay the night, yeah?” he knows you can’t even think, can barely form words and he takes advantage of that, watching the way you mindlessly nod. you can feel the way the corner of his lip twitches upward in victory against your ear. bastard.

caleb who fucks you in the morning too just to make sure you’re really not leaving. yeah he’s looking to damn near paralyze you

[iwaasfairy]

Thots on big brother Caleb being a filthy filthy pisshole licker? loves to clean up after his little sister always😔

tw incest, dubcon, piss

Caleb would do anything for you, and he would do anything to embarrass you as well. You fuckin knowwwww he clamps his mouth around your little pussy and sucks and flicks his tongue over that little nub over and over until you can’t stand it anymore, feeling his sharp canines on your sensitive parts and his nose rubbing along your pubic bone and over your pussy because he wants to be as deep as humanly possible.

Biggest sweetest bro Caleb latches onto your leaking pussy and refuses to let go literally any time that you leave your legs open enough for him to fit a few fingers between.

That includes in the bathroom, when you’re just trying to take a piss. Then he gets handsy and steals the toilet paper and jokes about licking you clean, only it’s not a joke. He’ll prop his head against the bath and make you sit on his face as his tongue explores every inch of you and he can suck every bit of wetness from you, all while pulling at your hands to rest on him more, lean into him more— stop trying to get away before he pins you down and makes you piss in his mouth for real.

He loves your pussy in every state, shy, wet, fingered open with his creampie dripping out, not shaven, dirty and musky and even right after you’ve had a piss. That’s his favourite toy, don’t deny him. Or he’ll find a way to play with you when you can’t stop him

[curiousstrawberryarts]

had to draw my other fave wizard

[merelylillies]

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Note: ‘‘Hey so I’m obsessed with Caleb like SOMEONE has to stop me. Despite the header he is NOT an angel. Also I need more Yandere x Yandere content. In general.,,

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Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Caleb

Content Warnings: Suggestive, Teasing, Flirting, (!) Mentions of Stalking, Yandere x Yandere Concept

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Caleb had always been like this since you were children. The question is: whether or not you noticed back then. You did, but he assumed otherwise.

He’d grown up quickly and taken the role of your “big brother”, guiding you with a warm smile and soft words. He thought you’d get whiplash at his sudden shift in behavior when you reunited; so color him more than surprised when you just blinked at his words.

“You don’t need me? Is that what you think?” He asks with an intense look in his eyes. Really, you hadn’t even said anything, he just assumed your stare back at him was rejection. His grip on your arm tightened as he looked down at you, eyes narrowing onto yours.

“I never said that.” You hold his stare. He pauses, gaze sharpening.

“You’re thinking it.”, He takes a step forward, “I know you pipsqueak.” He emphasizes, continuing to walk you backwards.

You let yourself take steps back, your amusement growing as your back approached the wall. Trying to reel in your smugness, you cut him off before he can speak again.

“You know me?”.

You could almost hear a pin drop. Caleb glares back at you almost offended.

“Are you seriously-”

“You are clearly missing something.” You can’t contain your grin.

“What are you saying?” He hisses out. You can hear the hand he propped up against the wall you’re leaning on slowly ball into a fist.

“You’re so convinced that I’m feeling a way I’m not.” You say with amusement barely controlled.

“What you fail to understand is I’ve always been this way pipsqueak.”

“See?” You grin, “This is exactly what I mean.”

You take a step forward, your chest pressed up against his. The action throwing him off guard at the sudden boldness and he straightens up from where he was looming over you.

“You think you’re scaring me, you think I’m terrified, mortified at how you’re acting.”. Your smile only widens when you see the confusion mix in with his firm expression.

“But really, I always knew you were this way.”

You bring a hand to his dress-shirt’s collar, gripping it tight before yanking him down closer to your height, the accessories on the colonel uniform shifting with quiet tinkles. His eyes widen, mouth slightly open as if to say something but nothing comes out. Your free hand goes to cup his face, your thumb running over his cheek gently, while your tone holds back on zero mockery.

“You, on the other hand, despite all your obsession, have failed to grasp that I’m just as bad as you.” You smile, watching his eyes catch that same glimpse they always did when you said something that scratched his possessiveness.

“You don’t mean that.” He states, swallowing harshly, “You have no idea-” he seems almost repentant, but you know better.

“No I do.”

“Pipsqueak, you’re out of your depth,” a chuckle escapes him, his eyes lowering amused, “-you think just because you’re attached to me that you can even understand a fraction of my love for you.”

“Yeah?” You smile back at him, your hand tilting his face up for him to look at you again, maintaining eye contact, “you think so?”

He huffs out a small laugh again.

“I track your necklace Caleb.”

He pauses, his eyes visibly shifting in their stare back at you before he smiles, deceivingly soft again.

“You’re so silly Pips-”

“I’m not fucking kidding.” You laugh back at him, the hand on his collar shifting down to the dog tag necklace you had given him so long ago, slightly pulling on it.

“I wanted to know where you were. In case you ever lied to me about your schedule or the risk of your work.”

“That so?”

“What?” Your finger twirls loops around the necklace chain, the charms jingling, “Does that scare you?”

“If you know me so well Pips, you know I’ve done much worse.”

“And I’ve never stopped you.”

Caleb looks down at your hand playing with the necklace before he meets your eyes again, the look in his half lidded pupils turning a deeper purple; that same shade you loved to drag out of him. He brings a hand to his face, the back of his palm hiding an obsessive, love-sick smile, the one he usually suppressed until he thought you weren’t looking, or when he believed you to be asleep during your sleep-overs.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath.

“Gods, you really are far gone huh?” You tease, your own expression far from innocent in the way you match his almost deranged adoration.

“You don’t get to give me any lessons Pipsqueak, now that all your behaviors suddenly seem more tactful than coincidental.”

Suddenly despite all your confidence in your equally matched energy, you feel your nervousness rise up again; your stomach knotting and the back of your spine burning hot.

He lowers himself down to your level even more, until your lips are at the same height, his forehead an inch away from touching yours, as he now wears your smug expression.

“All those times..sitting in my lap, constantly calling for me in conversations, taking any chance at touching me..” His smirk only widens, “Kissing me for “practice” as you called it..” his breath ghosts over your lips.

“Nothing more than desperation after all huh?”

You immediately feel the need to defend yourself at his words. “You cannot be talking.”

“Why not? I’m not afraid to admit I yearn for you.” He drawls on as words get caught in your throat.

“Especially, now that I know,” he muses, “that this little lady right in front of me, is into this obsessive side of mine hm?”

“Almost like it..fuels something in her…Gets her going does it?”

You feel your cheeks start to flush at his bluntness, off-put by his calling out.

“You’d preach being the same as me yeah? But based on your reaction, I’d still think you’re out of your league Pipsqueak..”

An uneven breath escapes you and his eyes crinkle at that.

“Would you look at that?” His smirk aggravatingly turning more sharp.

“Pipsqueak isn’t able to respond, looks like she really is obsessed with me.”

That damn smirk.

[kylominis]

My first love [☃️]

[starmocha]

Hi hello so im back again with a smaaaaaaallllll rant about Colonel Caleb and general's daughter. I just got the ideea and i had, once again, nowhere to rant about it.

Ahham. So....them having their own 'myth' lets say. They were lovers in their past lives(historical maybe the 1800 or the 1900)but couldn't be toghter since she was of lower status then Caleb, him being a Colonel in the army (i love Colonel Caleb so bear with me) and her being a commoner or someting and she dies in his arms and he swears to protect her in their next lives and faith makes sure to have them be of the same 'rank'??? so he could fullfill his promise FUCK MY MIND IS IN RUINS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I hope i made myself clear if not blame my mind, thank you! Good night! 😭😂❤️❤️

MINA I AM DELIGHTED TO SEE YOU AND YOUR LOVELY AU AGAIN. <333 gosh I wanted to answer this immediately last night, but Caleb’s latest trailer had me losing my mind and things spiraled 😭😭😭

Giving you all of my attention, because EXCUSE ME. WHEELS ARE SPINNING.

Can we…can we just indulge on this a little more? 🥹 omg excuse the slightly heavy Moulin Rouge! influences sprinkled in here, but this is the vibe I am getting, especially for their “tragic” ending.

A Colonel and His Lover

Imagine Colonel Caleb is dragged to a brothel by his associates and superiors. He finds the whole thing disdainful, but is pressured by his own superiors to indulge in a little nightly fun and let loose and forget their duties for a bit.

He doesn’t plan to. He had planned on leaving the moment everyone finds their partners.

Until he sees you.

Literally lust love at first sight.

He’s captivated by your beauty, your wits, and he’s falling hard and fast before he realizes what is happening.

One night with you leaves him yearning for more. He has already remembered how you felt under him, the way you quivered and moaned for him.

He remembers the sweet nothings uttered between the two of you, and though a tiny part in his mind is telling him that you are just a whore who is good with her tongue, he wants to believe that there is something genuine blossoming between the two of you.

He starts going back to the whorehouse more often. Nightly, if he could. He still puts on an act that he was being pressured to tag along, but in reality, all he wants is to see you again. No matter what it takes, what the price, he wants you and only you.

In the beginning, he was just another client. One of those military brutes who only saw you as something that can be bought for and used until they were satisfied.

You did intentionally charm him in the beginning. A false smile, a few sweet words to prickle his male ego, but it soon becomes apparent to you that Caleb is not like all of your previous clients. When he sees you, there is genuine feelings in his eyes, he is truly looking at you for you and not just a body to be used.

You try to discourage your own feelings, reminding yourself of the different classes you belong to. This can never happen—could never happen.

A prestigious colonel on his way to greatness and a common whore? What a joke. It seems almost insulting to entertain such an idea that you could ever truly be his. You quiet those feelings, try to imagine him as any of those other bastards who drag you to bed.

Except you can’t.

Caleb won’t let you. He sees you for you. He wants to know you, the real you, who you have hidden away for years.

You no longer wait for him to come to you as a client. You begin to sneak around whenever you both could, having regular rendezvouses where he is no longer a client or you’re a whore, but two lovers meeting to be together.

After one afternoon delight, you lay with him in an inn bed, tangled in sheets and wrapped in his warmth, and he paints you a beautiful picture of the life you both could have together.

He would buy you all of the beautiful dresses for you to wear, show you off with pride, his equal at his side wherever he goes. Men may still lust after you, their wives green with envy, but to Caleb, he couldn’t care, because he knows you are his and his alone.

You would live in a beautiful house, your days filled with idle contentment and no longer have to worry about anything or want for anything. Caleb promises to provide you with everything you could want and more.

When you tell him, though, that he is all that you want, his cheeks tinge pink, but his smile is layered with joy and also…gratitude? He looks at you like you are his whole world, because that’s just how it is: you are his world now. He had never thought he could cherish someone as much as he cherishes you.

A beautiful life awaits you. He asks you to marry him.

For just a moment, you hesitate, and he is confused. He gently questions you, wondering if you have any doubts about his feelings.

“No! Never!” you tell him, and then reluctantly, you reveal that you could still feel that distance in classes between the two of you. You worry about his reputation, and Caleb seems surprised.

He reassures you there is nothing for you to worry about. He can handle whatever happens, and he promises to keep you safe.

You agree to marry him.

Life continues as normal as the two of you plan to run away and elope. He had promised you an extravagant wedding, but you want him now, already wanting to be his wife and he your husband.

This rosy life you are seeing turns grey in an instant, everything grinding to a halt when you start to display symptoms of an unknown illness. You start coughing up blood more often, your body weakened some days to the point you need to be bedridden. Secretly, you hid everything from Caleb, not wanting him to worry.

Caleb starts wising up, realizing something is wrong when you continue to evade his questions or even outrightly avoid meeting him again.

When a physician reveals to you that you only have less than five months to live, you realize that the dream life Caleb promised you would never come true. Not wanting him to bear the pain of seeing you dying, you start to drive a further wedge between the two of you, consciously doing things to make him hate you so he wouldn’t ever have to feel the pain of losing you.

It works.

You fight with him to the point that you’re both yelling and screaming at one another until he loses control of his anger and drives his fist into a wall, scaring you briefly, having never seen this side of him before. He doesn’t want you to see him like this either, so he leaves, leaving you with these bitter harsh words and some bills tossed at you in spite:

“I have paid for my whore. My debt is paid and she is nothing to me.”

When he is out of sight, you fall to the ground sobbing, angry at yourself for doing a good job of driving him away and making him hate your existence. The man you loved is gone, and though it hurts, you still wish he would find someone to replace you, because you still love him with your whole heart and never want him to be alone like this.

Caleb is angry and it shows. The Colonel has always been very disciplined and strict, but everyone has noticed his temper seemed even more short. There is no leniency with him. You mess up, he will make sure you learn from your mistakes. You talk back to him, and it will be your last words in his presence.

He starts to drink more often, wishing to numb his pain, to forget your fights, to forget you. There is no alcohol in the world strong enough to cure him of this heartache. In spite of everything, he still loves you. He replays the memories often, wondering when everything had gone wrong.

One night as he sits at the bar, on his fifth glass of scotch, he pulls out a ring box, opening it to look at the dainty little ring he had secretly chosen for you. It wasn’t a huge diamond, but still perfectly sized, and he knows it would look beautiful on your finger.

He downs his glass, pays his tab, and stumbles out of the bar. He staggers through the streets disoriented, not even thinking clearly of where he is going.

He finds himself at the brothel again, and he scoffs. He goes in, demanding to see you.

The madame there tries to turn him away. She knows who he is, and also knows of his secret relationship with one her girls. She knows what you two had planned, because you had revealed everything to her and begged her to never let him come near you again—for his sake. Always for his sake. Even as you are dying upstairs, each day, you breathing growing weaker, you still think of him.

Caleb doesn’t take “no” for an answer and in his current drunken state, he is more prone to violence than usual, slurring insults about you in spite. It isn’t until one of the other girls screams out that you were dying, that he freezes, sobering up instantly.

“What…did you say?”

His whole world had stopped. The colors drain from his face, his heart slowing as he replays her words in his mind. The dots start to connect as he remembers all of your final fights, realizing your expressions had always seemed off somehow.

His throat is dry, his limbs rigid as he tries to move. Suddenly, he runs off in a mad dash before anyone could stop him. He rushes up the stairs, passing several rooms, pushing anyone in his way to the side until he finds your room, the door bursting open and he freezes again, not recognizing the frail woman laying in bed under multiple covers as a nurse is tending to her.

Caleb doesn’t leave and rushes to your side, dropping to his knees as he reaches for your hand, begging you to look at him. He apologizes profusely, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! Why did you lie to me?! Why, why…why…”

His large hands wrapped around yours, holding it close to his face as he sobs.

“Ca..leb…”

He looks up, seeing you smiling at him weakly.

“I’m here,” he assures you, “I’m here…I’m not leaving…Not again…”

Too weak to fight, too relieved to see him, you let him stay and you close your eyes.

He stays by your side for your remaining days, cherishing the little time you had left.

One afternoon as he watches you sleep, he sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing aside your hair, his eyes heavy with sadness as he realizes how frail and pale you are now compared to who you were months earlier. Quietly, he pulls out the ring box, taking the ring out, and slipping it on your ring finger. It looks perfect on you, just like he had known it would.

When you wake that evening and see the ring, you start to protest, saying it’s wasted on you.

He silences you with a kiss, and once again, he reassures you that nothing he does for you is ever wasted effort. You are his only bride, and no one will ever take your place.

Time dwindles, and he watches you waste away each day, his heart heavy with remorse and anger that he is losing you before his very eyes and there is nothing that he can do to stop this. For all of his strength and glory, Caleb has never felt as weak and helpless as he does now.

He tries to fill your days with as much comfort and happiness as he could.

It was a spring afternoon when he lays in bed with you. He leans back against the headboard, your body resting against his, the cover up to your neck for warmth, but nothing felt more comforting than his own body heat against you.

He tells you stories again and as you listen to him, you wonder why his voice sounds more distant even though he is right here next to you.

Caleb watches, realizing, he has lost you, your body growing colder and unresponsive.

He breaks down crying as a warm spring breeze rustles into the room from the opened balcony door. He holds you close to him and just sobs and curses every deity in the world.

He promises in the next life, he will be a better man and give you what you deserve. In the next life, things will go right. The story of you and him will be rewritten, he swears on his life.

[lanalace]

The Wounded Colonel

Caleb x Non MC Reader

Summary: The Colonel's habit of throwing himself into danger with careless abandon has gone too far and the fleet’s doctor is fed up with watching him flirt with death. When he stumbles into the med bay, bleeding and smirking yet again, she decides to teach him a lesson.

Warnings: Pain as pleasure, Brat tamer, Submissive Caleb, Femdom, NSFW🔞

Word count: 2.7k 🍎🍏

The med bay lights buzzed faintly above them, sterile and cold, their glow casting clinical shadows across the sharp lines of Caleb’s body as he stumbled in. He saw his reason for coming today.

Y/n.

With much effort, he was able to keep the blush from creeping onto his face as he watched her approach him with a look of concern.

“Miss me, doc?” He greeted, loving how her eyes raked over his body, ignoring him in favor of assessing the extent of damage under her scrutinizing gaze.

Caleb moved to sit on the edge of the exam table, shirtless, blood slowly seeping from the long gash carved into his ribs. The crimson tracked along the curve of his side in thick, gleaming rivulets before soaking into the waistband of his ruined pants. His jacket hit the floor with a wet slap, leaving behind the bitter scent of iron and smoke.

“You should see the other guy.” he muttered as a half baked joke, voice dry, the smirk curling at his lips as sharp and careless as a blade.

Y/n didn’t return it. She narrowed her eyes at him instead.

Her steps were slow, controlled, the rubber of her gloves whispering against her skin as she approached. Without a word, she curled her fingers into the leather belt at his waist and yanked him forward before forcing him flat against the table. He didn’t resist. For a second, he looked almost amused until she pressed her thumb into the jagged edge of his wound.

His breath hitched, sharp and involuntary, and his body twitched beneath her hand.

“Aww, did that hurt?” she asked, her voice low, dangerous.

“Not particularly.” He bluffed almost too convincingly.

She leaned in until her lips hovered just above his ear, her breath warm where it ghosted over his skin. “Good. Let me redefine pain for you.”

He turned his head, eyes catching hers like a strike of flint. “Yes.” he said softly, but not submissively. It wasn’t a request. It was a challenge.

She met it head-on.

Her blunt nails pressed through the gloves, with precision, she dragged them the plane of his chest, catching on half-healed wounds and ‘accidentally’ tearing them open again. His breath stuttered, and blood welled beneath her fingers, warm and vivid, smearing across the muscle like paint on canvas. Every flinch, every tension in his body, only drew her in deeper.

“Again.” he growled, voice rough and thick with heat.

She obliged.

This time she stripped the gloves off, flinging them to the floor without care, her bare fingers sinking into the open grooves of his skin. She could feel the tremble in his abdomen as her teeth found the ridge of his shoulder. She bit down, hard. Copper flooded her mouth, metallic and dark, and he groaned, low and guttural as his hands twisted into her hair. Not to pull her away. To keep her there.

“Pathetic.” she whispered, her lips brushing his throat. “You break so easily for me, Colonel.”

His laughter came ragged and breathless, catching on the edges of a groan. “Then break me properly.”

She shoved him back with a force that rattled the table, watching him go wince from the impact. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving with want written into every line of his body. She peeled her coat from her shoulders and tossed it aside, the fabric slick with blood where it brushed his skin. Then she climbed onto the table, straddling his hips, skirt hiked over her hips and thighs already smeared with red.

He was burning beneath her, the heat of him rising off his skin in waves, blood slick and trembling. Her clothes stuck to her in places, soaked through with his blood. It was primal, feral, something neither of them had words for anymore as they gazed at each other.

“Your body is mine to ruin.” she murmured, grinding down over the hardness beneath her, her voice like smoke curling over an open flame. “You don’t get to injure it yourself.” She gripped his throat with both hands, squeezing hard enough to cut off air flow for only a moment. She was serious.

Caleb’s breath hitched, his hips jerking up into hers with a snarl, making sure his need is known. “Then ruin me.”

Y/n eyed him with a mischievous glint but she didn’t hesitate to act.

Her fingers curled around his throat. Firm, not choking, not yet. But just enough to remind him who was in control.

“Uh, uh. Behave or I’ll get down and leave this room right now.” She narrowed her eyes at him. Caleb stiffened and whined, desperate to keep her within his reach. His knuckles went white as he fought to keep from grabbing her and holding her hostage.

“Good boy, Colonel.” She smiled and Caleb preened at her praise. Of course, she took notice of his struggle, it excited her. His helpless form, the broken, weakened state of such a powerful man made her pussy overflow with slick, clenching madly around nothing.

She was so wet. Her panties were soaked and she knew he could feel the heat of her core even through their clothes.

Y/n ran her hand down his side, pressing ever so gently, enough to make him flinch. His hips followed, bucking up, rubbing against he sopping cunt.

Caleb grunted and hissed but his dick got harder between them, straining against his uniform pants. She wanted to feel how desperate he was and god, his face did not disappoint. He looked like a kicked puppy. Eyes sparkling with barely concealed tears, brows draw together with worry that she wouldn’t continue.

Slowly, she moved back a bit, unbuckled his pants, pulling them down his thighs. They both watched as his large, angry, cock sprung out and slapped his stomach with a thud.

Y/n licked her lips hungrily, envisioning the delicious way he was about to stretch her open.

“My needy, desperate, gorgeous Colonel. I’m going to fuck you so well.” It was a promise that she intended to make good on. Y/n carefully grasps the base of his cock, squeezing gently before stroking him his full length then repeating the action. Caleb was a mess, he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into her palm, urging her to continue.

She chuckled at his impatience, listening to the breathy sounds he made as he fucked her hand.

“Beg.”

“…” Caleb narrowed his eyes in confusion but said nothing as he continued to move his hips. Y/n huffed, annoyed with his antics.

“I said beg!” She whispered-yelled as she squeezed his balls with her other hand.

He seized up, arching his back and groaning in pain and pleasure through his teeth.

“P-please!” She loosened her grip but didn’t let go. Caleb’s body dropped back down to the table and he sighed loudly, breathing heavily. “Please -huff- fuck me. Make me cum.”

Satisfied, Y/n released him completely and he panicked, opening his mouth to protest and moving to sit up before she shot him a look that stilled him. She pushed him back down firmly, before straddling his bare cock.

She held his pitiful gaze as she pulled her panties aside and sank down on him in one slow, brutal motion. The glorious way his monstrous cock stretched her knocked the air from her lungs and made him cry out. The sound he made was raw, torn from somewhere deep, filthy and desperate.

For a moment, she stayed still, watching his face contort beneath her. Pale pink lips parted, eyes unfocused, jaw clenched tight. Then she leaned in, her mouth brushing his ear once more.

“You wanted this.” she whispered. “Don’t you dare fall apart before I’m done with you.”

His answer was a broken sound, half laugh, half groan, and it thrilled her.

She moved. Setting a torturous pace, slow and hard. Using gravity to make sure he hit her cervix every time met his hips. Even as he bucked beneath her madly, she rode him expertly, forcing him to go at her pace.

Caleb breathed through his nose, impatient, fingers clawing at the table as he restrained himself. He knew if he touched her with his hands, she’d leave immediately. She’s done it before. When he was a few mere thrusts from the most spectacular release, he’d grabbed her hips in the heat of passion and she’d kicked him away, hard. Got up, got dressed and left him— hard, balls full and completely unsatiated. It was a miserable, long wait before she let him near her again.

No. He would wait. He would control himself.

Y/n giggled, she was enjoying the tortured look on his face, the way his pretty eyes sparkled with need that only she could remedy. She couldn’t help but move slower, letting his cock kiss her opening, making her core squeeze and hold him there before raising her hip and doing it again. Caleb threw his head back, damn near growling in frustration but he absolutely loved it.

Through it, relentless, exquisite in her cruelty. The tremors wracking his body only spurred her on. She could feel every twitch of his length, every helpless stutter of his hips, the desperate flex muscles moving under her. He was unraveling and yet he didn’t beg her to stop. He clung to her like a man drowning, body taut beneath her and fucking up into her sweet cunt at her pace.

The table beneath them groaned in protest with each motion, a dull, rhythmic knock echoing among the soft sighs and husky moans. Y/n was getting close and she knew he was as well as his movements became less sharp and more frantic. She looked at him through half lid eyes and whispered sacred words.

“You can touch me now.”

Caleb’s eyes wide and his entire demeanor shifted into something feral and starved. He grabbed her hips rough enough to bruise and began slamming into her brutally. He fucked her on his cock like she was a flesh light. Pumping into her with quick, shallow thrusts that scraped against her g-spot in the most mind blowing way.

“Y/n…” He whimpered. She knew what he wanted. Knew exactly what he was asking for. He wanted her permission to cum and he’d done so well for tonight that she could hardly deny him.

“Go on then, baby.”

Elated, Caleb pistoned his cock into her, bullish her poor cervix open, forcing his tip just past the thigh barrier. He was digging into her guts. Y/n was wrapped so tight in ecstasy and pain that she couldn’t moan, could barely breathe. All she could do was sit there and take it, mouth agape and eyes tightly shut before her vision whitened out.

She came hard, legs fighting around his hip, cunt clamping down and fluttering around him as she creamed his dick. Caleb followed her, pouring streams of cum directly into her womb, filling her to the brim as he called out her name in a graveled tone, weakly thrusting into her before laying back and panting.

She sighed happily, coming back to clarity as her high came down. She slowly leaned forward, dragging her mouth along the curve of his jaw. Her tongue flicked over the salt-slick line of his throat, catching on the pulse thundering there.

“You’re still hard.” she whispered against his skin. “What’s the matter, Colonel? I thought you broke you.”

He hissed through his teeth, bucking into her. “Break me again.”

She smiled. "Gladly."

With a slow grind of her hips, she rose just enough to feel him slip nearly free, then slammed back down with deliberate force. Simultaneously, she pinched the stiff peaks of his nipples, pulling and twisting them until pain and pleasure fought for leverage. The impact ripped a groan from him, low and filthy, his head thrown back, throat bared to her teeth. His cock throbbed inside her, still slick from his recent release, and the deep stretch tore a ragged sound from her own lips this time. The ache twisted into pleasure and bloomed between her hips, searing and alive.

Her rhythm changed, no longer punishing, but fast and demanding. Measured. Cruel. She found a brutal tempo that had him gasping, every thrust angled to drag him deeper, to keep him right at the edge without mercy.

He tried to match her pace, tried to push up into her, but her fingers tightened around his throat again, just enough to still him.

“Not this time.” she said, her breath fanning over his face. “You don’t get to chase it. Not yet.”

His lips parted and a shit ring on his spine at the clear denial but no sound came out, only a stuttered gasp. His body trembled beneath hers, flushed all over and covered in a sheen of sweat, bangs clinging to his forehead. He looked ruined. Beautifully so. His pupils were blown wide, the violet around his irises swallowed by black.

She leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth. Tender. Cruel. A promise of nothing sweet.

“Say it.” she whispered.

His fingers twitched against her hips. “Say what?”

Her teeth grazed his lower lip. “Tell me you’re mine.”

He tried to bite back the answer, but it broke out of him like a confession. “I’m yours.”

She kissed him then, hard, biting, all heat and teeth and control. Her hips moved faster now, each thrust sending sparks up her spine, his length hitting something devastating deep inside her. Pleasure knotted low in her belly, tight and urgent, every drag of him against her walls pushing her closer to the edge.

She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his, their breaths tangled and ragged.

“Again.” she whispered, voice unraveling. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” he gasped. “Fuck—Y/n, I’m yours.”

The bond between them snapped taut, thick with need, and she felt it coil through her like fire. Her release built in waves, each motion stoking the blaze until it threatened to consume her. When it hit, it stole the strength from her limbs. She cried out—a raw, shattered sound as her body clenched around him, pulsing in tight, rhythmic spasms.

He was right behind her. With a hoarse growl, he came again, deeper this time, his hands yanking her flush against him as if trying to anchor himself to her body. She felt the heat of it flood her, and the sensation dragged another ripple of pleasure through her, smaller, sharper, but no less intense.

She collapsed against him, breath ragged, the scent of sweat and blood thick between them.

Neither of them moved for a long moment, choosing instead to ask in the afterglow of their session.

His hands slid up her back, slow and reverent now, tracing the curve of her spine with something almost gentle. She was still trembling.

Caleb broke the silence first, voice hoarse and barely audible against her hair. “You always did have a way of exposing the rawest parts of me.”

She huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh. “And you never learned how to guard them against me.”

He smiled beneath her bitterly, exhausted and raw. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t act distant. Don’t pretend this doesn’t mean anything.”

Her jaw clenched. She didn’t answer.

Instead, she lifted her head, staring down at him, at his ruined mouth, his blood-smeared chest, his pulse fluttering beneath the bruises she left behind.

“You’re bleeding again.” she murmured.

“I know. But whose fault is that?” he said, his eyes fixed on hers, utterly undone. She grinned, proud of her artistry and he chuckled. “It’s how I’ll remember this.”

Her smile was razor-thin. “No.” she stated, voice like a cold, sharp edge. “It’s how you’ll remember who owns you.” And then she kissed him again, not to comfort. To seal her claim.

She was claiming him, she wouldn’t let him question his place in her life anymore and he was all too happy to respond feverishly, caressing her cheek and deepening the kiss. They didn’t break away until the need to breathe

“You belong to me now.” She said seriously, watching his face for any hint of reluctance.

Caleb’s eyes softened, hearing the woman he loved more than anything declare her love for him. The most radiant smile formed on his face as he responded.

“Alway. Always yours.”

A/N: This is my first time writing a femdom character. Just wanted to try my hand at it. I hope it was a decent read 🙂

[aeyumicore]

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab) ━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, possessive caleb, dom!caleb, light choking, use of gege ━ .ᐟ✧ A/N: a smol lil study into how i will write caleb <3 just wanted to explore it a bit. this is very short, just had a brain worm i wanted to itch. expect more of these small blurbs because i have so many ideas for caleb that can't possibly all make it into full fledged fics.

The first time Caleb fucks you, he does everything humanly possible to ensure you can’t hold back your moans. No–he didn’t wait his entire life to have you like this, just for you to keep those pretty little cries from him. 

Nope–he’d earned them. They were his. You were his.

“Princess, I want to hear you,” he groans, fingers digging bruises into the soft skin of your hips. His muscled chest is pressed firmly into your back, leaving absolutely no distance between you, him, and the wall. He only tries to hold you closer, tighter. 

“Angh–! No! T-Too loud,” you whimper, arching back so you can lay your head onto his shoulder and look up at his sparkling amethyst eyes, reaching your hand backward to grasp his sweat-dampened neck. “Someone will–hah–hear.”

“You’re such a brat, baby,” he grins cheekily down at you, a smile you knew all-too-well. One you’d grown up seeing frequently, coming to both adore and abhor. A smile that meant you were absolutely in for it. No mercy.

He leans down to brush impossibly soft, fleeting, kisses along your shoulders, across the blades, and down your spine. A jarring contrast to the way his pelvis slams into you so bruisingly that you have to push your palms against the wall to keep from banging violently against it.  

“Don’t make me ask again,” he murmurs, one hand snaking up your chest to wrap around the base of your throat. With his other hand he delicately brushes your hair off one of your shoulders, letting his fingers tenderly graze the ridges of your spine along the way and reveling in your shivers. 

He bites the inside of his cheek as your bare skin lays exposed before him. Your back, your shoulders, your neck…The amount of times he’d imagined you like this–and now it was a lucid reality laid before him. The forbidden fruit finally in his arms.

Another kiss, this time to your nape. A gentle squeeze to your throat, just enough to have your core clenching in excitement at just how much you know he’s holding back.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You’re about to refuse–unwilling to alert anyone in the house as to what you and your dearest Gege were up to, locked away in your childhood room. But it’s impossible as, in the years Caleb had spent  fantasizing about having you like this, it seemed he’d already discovered every conceivable way to make your body submit to him. To make you irrevocably his. 

“Oh God–! Caleb–mngh, please!” you moan when he drives himself straight into your cervix, nestling into your g-spot like he never wants to leave your sweet little cunt again.

His Adam's apple bobs thickly at the saccharine sound of your pleas, his hips snapping into you particularly harshly, as if urgently trying to pull that same cry from you again. His name.

With a ravenous growl, Caleb spins you around by your wrists, pinning both of them up with just one of his impossibly large hands. He restrains them above your head, his forehead pressed against yours as he cages you in with his thick bicep, forearm resting flat against the wall, sweat-dampened bangs prickling your eyelashes.

The fingers of his free hand are splayed out against the small of your back, the sheer size of his palm allowing him to cup your lower half into him, driving him deeper into you.

You’re face to face with a near fervent Caleb whose lilac eyes had shadowed into a deep indigo maelstrom that reflected darkness you’d never seen of him before. A blackhole of desperation, torment, longing. 

Possession.

You felt like you should be terrified.

And maybe you would be–if you hadn’t wanted him for so fucking long.

You almost don’t recognize his voice when he speaks next. Gone was the boyish charm and playful lilt you’d come to expect of your precious golden retriever Caleb.

“Fuck–say my name again.”

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[beautifulplaceofyouth]

SHUT UP AND JUST KISS ME

Synopsis : Based on the main story cutscene in Skyhaven of Caleb getting mad at you as you get injured after sneaking out of the house and get attacked by wanderers so he treats your wound, talking about him getting a collar for you(which clearly doesn't happen). The argument ends with him leaving but you beg him to stay. (3.5k) Pairing : Yandere!Caleb x Reader Genre : Angst! Childhood friends to lovers! Au? Warnings : 17+ Angsty argument, a slight smut, Caleb’s protection basically means locking you up and destroying everything else, heated conversation with lot of angry outbursts, gravity evol usage for surrender, somewhat happy but hate ending? with hot makeout session against the wall (marking his territory with his teeth) and Caleb's protectiveness & possessiveness ends with his fingers inside you as a punishment (non-concessional at first) female!receiving. At the end of the day, you're his good girl. a/n : a little something so I don’t starve. I’m obsessed with him, clearly.

The audacity. The infuriating, galling, breathtaking audacity of the man.

I sat there, perched on what I’m sure was a ridiculously expensive bed in his ridiculous apartment, a monument to wealth so obscene it made my teeth ache, and simmered.

The clouds themselves seemed to mock me, pressed against the panoramic windows like a taunt. He'd flown me here in his private aircraft, his black Colonel uniform starched and pristine, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

As if I hadn't nearly been ripped to shreds by some genetic monstrosity. As if he hadn't dragged me here, bridal-style, like some… prize.

And then, the nerve. "Sit first. We need to treat your wound." An order, barked out with the same clipped authority he probably used to command troops.

"Are you ordering me right now as a Colonel, or are you worried about me as Caleb?" I snapped, the question laced with venom.

He actually knelt. Knelt in front of me, on what I assumed was a silk rug, and took my knee in his hand. His hand. The possessive, forceful grip that sent a shiver down my spine, a shiver that had absolutely nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with rage.

I tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold, his purple eyes burning into mine.

And then came the story. A story about a stray cat. A goddamn stray cat.

"When I was a kid, there was a stray cat in our backyard, and he was injured." He launched into the tale, his voice low, a deliberate attempt to soothe, I supposed.

"That cat always tried to run away when I wanted to tend him for its injuries and always came back to the backyard when no one was paying attention to him. That way he couldn't fully recover." he continued, his gaze fixed on my knee, his fingers already probing gently, assessing the damage beneath the torn fabric of my trousers.

I watched him, a knot of apprehension tightening in my chest. Where was this going? What strange analogy was he trying to draw between me and a stray cat?

"What's that got to do with this? If you're comparing me to a stray cat, I don't want to listen to this." I yanked my leg again, harder this time.

He had no right. No right to manipulate me with his childhood stories, no right to compare me to a mangy, unwanted animal.

But he wouldn't let go. A force, a damnable, infuriating force of will radiated from him, pinning me in place. His fucking gravity evol.

His glare intensified, a silent warning that brooked no argument. Pulling my leg firmly back towards him, he locked eyes with me, his gaze intense, probing. “Do you know what I did in response?” he asked, the question hanging heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken implications.

He reached for a bag, a medical kit, and his movements were precise, controlled, infuriatingly competent. He produced a cotton pad, doused it in some antiseptic cream, and began to dab at the wound on my knee. His touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender, considering the controlling undercurrent of his words and actions.

"I got a collar with a bell. I put it on the cat. That way, it couldn't escape me without being noisy." He glanced up, his eyes meeting mine, and I saw a flash of something that might have been guilt, but was probably just smug satisfaction.

He continued dabbing, ignoring my simmering rage. Removing the used cotton pad, he dropped it into a small metal tray on the floor with a soft clink.

His hand, warm and firm, wrapped around the inside of my knee, the casual possessiveness of the touch sending a tremor through me. “If I had that collar right now…” he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper, the words laced with a dangerous undercurrent of implication.

His eyes dropped to his hand, tracing the curve of my knee, the slow, deliberate movement sending shivers of awareness along my leg. His touch shifted, sliding downward, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin, each contact sending a fresh wave of tremors through me.

He descended further, his hand reaching my ankle, his grip tightening, possessive. “I should make you wear it, right?” he finally asked, his gaze lifting to meet mine, the question less a query and more a statement of intent.

The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken desires and power struggles.

I felt the tremor in my own leg, a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil. This wasn't kindness. This was a statement.

"Is this how you protect people? By gluing them to your side like pets?" The words were bitter, laced with disappointment. I balled my hand into a fist in my lap, trying to contain the rising tide of anger.

He noticed, of course. He always noticed.

He took my hand in his, his grip warm, strong, trapping me. "I know it's unfair. But…"

He reached into the bag again and produced a metal bracelet. A bracelet? Was he actually serious? He gently fastened it around my wrist, and a hologram sprang to life, displaying my health status: 'Infection risk'.

"Because of that monster, your wound got infected. Is there a way for you to run around without getting injured?" His voice was firmer now, laced with an edge of steel.

He held my hand between us, a tangible symbol of his control.

I tried to twist my hand free, but his grip was unyielding. "Why are you treating me like a stranger? I thought protecting me meant standing by my side to face danger together, not ordering me around like this."

Finally, I managed to wrench my hand away. He simply stared at me, his expression unreadable.

In a way, she was right.

He was being controlling. He was trying to dictate her actions, to limit her freedom. But was it selfish to want to protect her? To want to shield her from harm? To make sure no one hurt her like that again?

"I've had enough of your 'protection'. At least not like this." I looked down at my lap, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

He remained kneeling, his fists clenched against his propped knee. I could practically see the internal battle raging within him. He took deep breaths, fighting to keep his temper in check.

It was hard to see him like this, struggling to contain his rage. He wanted me to rely on him, only him. To trust him implicitly.

I watched him, trying to compose himself with a shake of his head and a sad scoff,” If being with me only brings you pain…then put up it with it more three days. Now, it’s not safe to run around.” The words were cold, almost to the point of rage. Standing up, he moved away from me.

"Where are you going?" The question escaped me before I could stop it. A sliver of hope, a foolish, desperate hope that he wouldn't leave, flickered within me.

He stopped, his back to me. "To tie up loose ends. And then…just try to endure it three more days 'til you can go back to Linkon."

Each word was a hammer blow, shattering the nascent hope within me. He was leaving. He was actually leaving me here.

With that cold dismissal, he started walking again, the heavy tread of his boots a death knell to my fragile composure. Away from me. The thought was a physical pain, a twisting knot in my stomach. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn’t.

"Don't you dare," I whispered, the words a frigid breath on the air.

They were barely audible, a plea masked as a threat. But he heard me. He always heard me. The sudden, sharp halt of his footsteps was the confirmation I desperately craved.

He was listening.

I continued, the words gaining strength, fueled by a rising tide of panic and defiance. "Don't you dare walk away from me right now."

He remained silent, a statue carved from granite. But the tension radiating from him was palpable, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface.

Rising shakily from the bed, a sharp stab of pain shooting through my knee, I limped towards him. Each step was an act of rebellion, a refusal to be discarded.

His back remained stubbornly presented to me, a barricade I was determined to breach.

When I finally reached him, I stopped just inches away, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. He looked down at me, his face shadowed by the brim of his hat, the uniform casting him in an unfamiliar light.

The crisp lines and severe angles of the military garb seemed to amplify the distance between us, reinforcing his authority, his control.

But beneath the mask of duty, I saw the familiar flicker of torment in his eyes, the tight line of his lips, the furrowed brow. He was still pissed off. At me, at himself, at the world. It was something.

"Step aside. You're still hurt," he said, his voice devoid of warmth, a curt order barked from a superior officer.

I shook my head, a small, defiant gesture that felt monumental. I was done playing his games, done being a pawn in his twisted protection racket.

Stepping closer, I closed the remaining space between us. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking furiously, as I placed my palm against his chest, feeling the rapid, frantic thud of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. It was a fragile connection, a desperate attempt to anchor him to me.

"I don't want to argue with you right now, pipsqueak, so don't let me use my evol to make you stay put," Caleb gritted out, leaning down, his face a menacing mask.

He was trying to intimidate me, to scare me back into submission. But I stood my ground, refusing to flinch as his face drew closer, his breath hot against my skin. I knew him too well. It was a bluff, a desperate attempt to maintain control.

"You'll just lock me up again? Is that your solution to everything? Your way of controlling me?" The accusation hung in the air between us, heavy with resentment and disappointment.

"If I have to," he murmured, the words laced with a reluctant admission.

"What's the reason, Caleb? Why would you protect me like that? Do you want me to hate you? Where is my Caleb in this uniform, in this charade?” The question was a raw, aching plea for the man I knew, the man who had somehow gotten lost beneath the layers of duty and responsibility.

Caleb didn't answer with words. He stepped even closer, crowding my space, forcing me to retreat. He advanced on me, relentless and unforgiving, until my back met the cold, unforgiving surface of the wall. He pinned me against it, trapping me, his presence a suffocating weight.

He fisted his mechanical hand, the cold metal a brutal contrast against the warmth of his skin beneath the glove, and softly slammed it against the wall beside my head, the force of the impact reverberating through me. He had caged me, both physically and emotionally.

"Your Caleb has always been here. He never changed," he said, his voice low and intense, the words vibrating against my skin. "And hate me if you must, I'm doing this to protect you. Is that really so selfish of me?"

"Yes," I whispered, the word a choked sob. It was selfish. It was suffocating. It was tearing us apart.

He stared down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then he laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed in the confined space.

"Then I guess you'll be very happy when I disappear from your life. That way, you won't have to see me again." He began to pull back, the movement a gesture of finality, a silent severing of ties.

A sudden burst of emotion flooded through me, a torrent of fear, anger, and a desperate, terrifying longing. I couldn't let him go. I wouldn't.

Reaching out with a desperate surge of strength, I grabbed his tie, the silk rough against my fingers, and yanked him back. His towering frame bent down to my level, the sudden movement throwing him off balance. Our breaths mingled, hot and ragged, the air thick with unspoken desires and unspoken fears.

"Don't you dare leave me," I threatened, the words a desperate hiss. "I'll lock you up myself."

Caleb was momentarily speechless, the surprise evident in his widened eyes. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached for my nape, his gloved hand wrapping around the back of my neck, the pressure both possessive and threatening.

He brought my lips towards his in a snarl, his eyes burning into mine.

"Didn't you say you hate me? You don't want me protecting you?" The question was a challenge, a dare, a desperate plea for me to push him away.

The air crackled with tension, a volatile mix of anger, desire, and fear. But only one thought consumed me, a thought that was terrible and wrong, a thought that threatened to unravel everything. But I couldn't stop it.

"Shut up and just kiss me."

The command was a surrender, a desperate plea for connection, a reckless abandonment of all pretense.

The surprise flashed across his face, a fleeting flicker before it was swallowed by something far more intense. He didn't hesitate. He surged forward, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. His mouth crashed down on mine, a savage, desperate claiming.

This wasn't a gentle embrace, a tender expression of affection. This was anger, jealousy, a primal need to possess. It was a kiss born of frustration and desperation, a need that burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I tasted the salt of barely restrained tears on his lips, the metallic tang of blood from where he'd bitten his own tongue.

He kissed me with a ferocity that both terrified and exhilarated me. It was the same possessiveness that had always simmered beneath the surface, a protectiveness so fierce it bordered on madness.

He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my skin. "You told me you didn't need me," he growled, his voice a ragged rasp. Then his mouth was on mine again, silencing any protest.

This time, the kiss was deeper, more demanding. He forced my lips apart, his tongue plunging inside, staking his claim. I met his aggression with a matching fervor, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"But you want me, don't you?" he muttered against my lips, his voice thick with triumph and a hint of something wounded. "You want me this much."

He was right. And I was a liar. A pathetic, desperate liar. I wanted him more than I wanted air, more than I wanted my next breath. The admission choked me, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow.

"Don't," I whispered, the word barely audible.

He tore his mouth from mine, his eyes blazing as he stared down at me. "You drive me insane," he confessed, the words raw and unfiltered. "Since we were kids, you've been under my skin. Every thought, every breath… it's always been you."

He kissed me again, harder this time, conveying all of his emotions with each heated touch.

"And after those…those monsters dared to touch you…" He shuddered against me, holding me tighter, his voice cracking with barely suppressed rage. "I thought I was going to lose my mind. I wanted to tear the world apart."

He kissed me again, a desperate, pleading kiss.

"I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt," Caleb said, his voice laced with a vulnerability that both warmed and unsettled me. "And I hate that you deny me a chance to protect you. You are always pushing me away, even though I would do anything for you. You are too stubborn to see it."

“Caleb, I…”

“There will always be someone after your power. They all should just disappear,” his voice was cold as he cut me off.

His grip tightened, his knuckles white against my skin. He kissed me then with a possessiveness that bordered on desperation, and I drowned in it, meeting his passion with my own.

"I can take care of myself," I told him, even though my voice shook slightly," "It's my job, Caleb. I'm a hunter. This is what I do. I can't just hide away, letting others fight my battles."

He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that echoed in the night. "You think you can? You nearly died out there tonight. If I hadn't come along..." His voice trailed off, and he shuddered again.

"But you did come," I said softly, reaching up to touch his face. "And I'm okay. I'm here, with you."

His eyes softened slightly, but the tension remained, a silent battle raging between his need to protect me and my need to be independent. "That's not enough," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want you safe, always. I want you where I can see you, where I can keep you from harm. Skyhaven is not safe for you."

"And what about what I want, Caleb?" I challenged, pulling away slightly, the familiar frustration rising to the surface. "I can't just sit on the sidelines, waiting for you to rescue me. That's not who I am."

"I will protect you, whether you want me to or not, and if you still don't listen to me," his voice dropped, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone, "I will make you listen."

"What do you-"

He silenced my protests with another kiss, a kiss that was both a punishment and a promise. It was a brutal, demanding kiss, his lips crushing mine, his teeth scraping against my skin. He tasted of fear and desperation, of the wild, untamed desire that burned within him. As he kissed me, his fingers traced the curve of my hip, dipping beneath the waistband of my pants.

My breath hitched in my throat. The kiss stole my ability to think, to reason, to resist. My body responded to him instinctively, arching against him, craving his touch. I knew this was wrong, that he was trying to manipulate me, to force me into submission. But a traitorous part of me reveled in his power, in the intensity of his desire.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes dark and possessive. "I don't want to do this," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "But you're not leaving me any choice."

Panic flared within me, a cold wave washing over the heat of desire. "Caleb, stop," I managed to choke out, my voice trembling. I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to create some distance between us, but he was unyielding, a solid wall of muscle and intent. “Please.”

His fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration, inching lower, closer to the forbidden territory I had only dreamt of him touching. He was pushing boundaries, testing limits, and I was terrified of how easily I was crumbling.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered again, his voice a low, guttural plea that sent shivers down my spine. It was a test, a challenge, and I knew I had to pass it, for both our sakes.

"Stop," I said, the word barely audible, lost in the maelstrom of my emotions. "Please, Caleb, don't."

But my pleas seemed to fuel him, to embolden him. His fingers, calloused and strong, brushed against the lace of my underwear, lingering there, teasing, tormenting. I gasped, my body betraying me with a surge of heat and longing.

He ignored my feeble protests, his touch becoming bolder, more intimate. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to break me down, to leave me breathless and begging for more. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding the soft skin beneath, and I cried out, a small, involuntary sound that was swallowed by the night.

I had no chance to do anything when his fingers brushed my clit, a shockwave of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripping through me. My muscles clenched, my breath caught in my throat, and I was lost, completely and utterly lost, in the sensation. It was an invasion, a violation, but God, it felt so good.

"This is all your fault," he seethed, his breath hot against my ear. "You fight me every chance you get. You push me to the edge, baby. Maybe I'm pathetic, selfish, but your safety is my first priority. You have to understand that."

"Stop, ah..." I gasped, the word fragmented, lost in the rising tide of sensation.

"Too late," he murmured, his voice thick with a possessive hunger that both terrified and thrilled me.

His fingers continued their relentless assault, skilled and knowing, drawing me deeper and deeper into the vortex of pleasure. He bit my neck, hard enough to leave a mark, a tangible sign of his ownership, and I whimpered, a sound that was half protest, half surrender. I hated it, hated the way he was manipulating me, the way he was taking control. But God, I loved it too. I loved the intensity of his touch, the raw power that radiated from him, the feeling of being completely consumed by him. It was wrong, I knew it was, but I couldn't seem to stop myself from wanting more.

Finally, as the last shudders racked my body, he pulled back, leaving me trembling and breathless in his arms. He stared down at me, his eyes dark and possessive, his face etched with a mixture of triumph and regret. "Good girl," he whispered, the words a brand seared into my soul. "You're mine to protect, baby. Don't you ever forget that."

[nellasbookplanet]

Finished another piece from the mighty nein coloring book just in time for the second reunion reveal, I cannot believe we'll soon get to see them all again!!

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Never Let You Go

Pairing: Soft yan! Caleb x Fem! reader

Summary: You've had back-to-back missions lately, and Caleb's getting fed up and concerned. Not only is he worried, but he also hates that he hasn't been able to spend more time with you lately. When Jenna calls, saying she needs you on a mission with the team, he doesn't like the idea and intervenes with you going.

Warnings/tags. MDNI +18: Soft yandere Caleb, forcing you to stay home, poor baby cares too much, obsessive and possessive, unprotected sex, use of "baby girl" "princess" "baby" "pretty girl", MC giving him the silent treatment,makeup sex, biting, so good he tears up.

Lately, every time you turn around, a call from Jenna would come through about a mission that would take up hours of your day, sometimes even longer. How often you've been disappearing in the last two weeks was becoming concerning. Especially to Caleb, who has noticed this the most. How could he not? Every time you two had plans to be together, you had to cancel because of a last-minute mission due to wanderers lurking around. It didn't help his anxiety when you'd video call him after these missions; you'd be bruised up and getting bandaged by the medical techs during a majority of these calls. It pained him to see you in those conditions, as if his own heart could feel all the bruises and wounds you've accumulated on your body.

He always tells you that you can say no to a mission once in a while. Seeing you relax on his couch, reading one of your books while he made you food was a more enjoyable image than seeing you covered in blood and injured. Despite him asking you to do so many times, you refuse. Your response would always involve your worries of not being there for your team and helping to save those around. You were always putting other people first. Sometimes, he wishes you were as selfish as him.

Today was supposed to involve a relaxing date night at his apartment. The plan was to eat dinner and watch the movie they didn't get to last time cuddled up on the couch. In the kitchen, he was cooking a new dish you've been craving to try for a while. Oyster Rockefeller paired with lemon rice and sauteed Korean cucumber. When you mentioned your interest in it, he took note of the dish and garnered the ingredients for the day he knew you two would be together. This is the only thing he's been looking forward to all week.

You sauntered into the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts and shorts. You've always liked wearing his clothes, but he especially likes it, thinking it makes you two feel closer. Plus, he thought it was cute when you'd hide half of your face and body in his shirts when sitting down. You rest your head against his back, taking in the smell of the seasonings invading the air. "Smells good," you hum, wrapping your arms around his torso. Caleb smiles at your embrace, wanting you to stay attached to him like this all the time.

"I should be done in the next hour or so," he informed you, sautéing the aromatics. He could tell how happy you were that he was making this dish for you. He took pleasure in doing things like this. He didn't mind it one bit, relishing in your happiness and the way your face lights up when he would take care of you. You're very independent, but take advantage of the way he wants to do everything for you. Sometimes, you wonder if you're taking advantage of poor Caleb, but he would always respond with how his only wish in life was to make yours as easy as possible.

"I was thinking we could also play Mario Ka-" You were cut off by the sound of a call trying to get your attention. Caleb already had a clue of who it could be. He puts down the knife he was using to split open the cucumbers and watched as you took the phone out of your pocket. It was Jenna, as always.

"Don't answer it," his low and dark tone caught you off guard for a split second. He knew Jenna was gearing up to swoop you away, once again, to go fight off wanderers they could take down by themselves without you. He didn't understand why they always needed to involve you in all these missions.

"Caleb, I have to," you remind him, letting go to answer the phone. As you turned around to pick up the call, you suddenly felt your body be immobilized. "Huh?" you grunt, trying to move but to no avail. Caleb walks in front of you, taking the phone from your hand. He was using his evol to keep you from moving and answering the phone. His arms swing over your shoulder, covering your mouth with his hand as he answers the phone.

"Hello?... Hi, Jenna... sorry she can't come to the phone," you muffled through his hands, trying to get him to stop. Your eyes demanding for him to let you go. "She's actually pretty sick... yeah, it must be a stomach bug. Poor thing can barely even speak," he smirks, looking down at you. "I'll tell her you hope she gets better. Bye now," he hangs up the phone and places it on the counter. He continues to keep you restrained but removed his hand so you can speak.

"Caleb! Why would you do that?!" You press as you watch him go to lock the front door and return to your side.

"I don't think you should go on that mission," concern and domianance coats his voice as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. You knew he hated you going on missions, but to basically keep you hostage irked you in so many ways.

"That's not really up to you," you struggle. Caleb's overprotectiveness was nothing new to you. He's always made it known that he would never let anything happen to you and would always protect you. You appreciate and even love that he feels this way, but it didn't mean he could stop you from making your own decisions. "Let me go." Your tone is firm as you stand your ground.

"Only if you promise to stay here and let your team handle everything," he attempts to bargain with you, hoping you'd give in easily. Your stubbornness was the real threat to him. He wouldn't put it past you to try and run out of the apartment as soon as he let you go, attempting to join your team in their fight against the wanderers terrorizing wherever Jenna wanted to send you off to.

"I can't leave my team behind," you retort, thinking about how your absence might affect them. They were strong, and you had faith in them, but that didn't mean you were okay with the idea of not being there when they might need you.

"They'll be fine," he assures you. "But I won't be if you come back hurt again. It took you days to recover last time, and now they're trying to send you back out there." His voice is tender, wrapped with a hint of frustration. The last thing he wanted to see was you covered in bandages with blood soaking through and bruises not caused by him decorating your body.

He wasn't wrong. You weren't fond of coming home all banged up, but you took this job to protect people, something you want to do. If that meant sometimes getting hurt, then so be it. "Caleb, I'm strong enough to protect myself. I don't need you treating me like glass. I'll always get a scratch here or there, but it comes with the territory, and I accepted that. You need to do the same." You didn't get this far by being fragile. Jenna put you on her team for a reason, and Caleb needed to start seeing you as someone strong and capable, not the little girl he would protect from bullies and danger 24/7.

He stayed silent, cupping your face and staring into your fiery eyes. He just wants to keep you like this. At his whim and safe from the cruelties of outside. Was that so wrong? Wanting to keep you locked away being only with him?

"You can't keep me from doing my job," you sigh, knowing he was just scared of losing you again. You both shared that fear, so you understood him well.

"I can try," his assertion not wavering, standing strong in his goal to keep you here. "You're not leaving. You're going to eat dinner, and we're going to watch the movie like we planned, okay?" All he could think about was how this interruption was ruining this time meant for you two to be alone.

You were silent, your frustration consuming you as you stared at him with narrow eyes. You knew trying to run off would be futile. He looks the most determined you’ve ever seen him. Jenna already thinks you're sick, so what's the point? After another few seconds of staring each other down, you give in. "Fine," reluctance infuses your words, knowing he wouldn't back down. He drops his evol, and you move your shoulders around, relaxing your body.

At the dinner table, you weren't talkative like usual. Your attention was on the food, not looking up at Caleb once. You were too upset to properly enjoy the meal. Normally, you'd be showering him with compliments as you stuffed your face from happiness. At this moment, you were picking at the food, taking small bites as you worried about your team, wondering how the mission was going.

Caleb stabbed his plate, picking up a piece of the oyster on his fork, watching you ignore him. "I'm doing this to keep you safe," he suddenly says. You didn't look up, pushing a slice of cucumber in your mouth. He could even make cucumber taste amazing. You keep the praise to yourself, listening to him attempt to make you understand why he did what he did. "It drives me crazy when you're risking your life for others. Doing it back to back too often is insane." He grips his fork, which begins to bend slightly from his strength. "You can really hurt yourself if you keep pushing your body like this. I wouldn't forgive myself for letting you go out there to get hurt."

Still, you refused to acknowledge him, pushing the rest of your food around. As the silence continued, the sound of your phone receiving a message echoed. You checked the notification and saw it was from Tara, hoping you got well, while also informing you that the mission was a success and everyone was fine. That message made you smile for the first time since you sat down.

"I'm assuming you received good news and everyone's limbs are intact. Happy now?" You frown at his comment. You hope he didn't think you would forgive him easily because everyone was fine.

"Yeah, it's good to know I can stop feeling guilty for worrying about my teammates when I should've been there for them!" You hiss, standing up abruptly and marching into the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Caleb stays at the dinner table, not touching his food anymore from a loss of appetite. He didn't like it when you got like this. It made his heart crumble when you'd give him the cold shoulder and shut him out. All he wants is to be near you and make you happy. Now you were pissed and shutting him out. His worst fear, right below losing you forever. You were scary in this state, going from being sweet and loving to an eruption of anger.

You stayed in the room, covering yourself with the shirt you wore. holding your phone inches from your face as you caught up with your teammates. You heard Caleb leave the apartment a few minutes after you got up from the table. Curiosity about where he ran off to did creep around your mind, but you were still annoyed at his behavior. When you checked in with the last member, you felt better than earlier, knowing everyone got out without being heavily injured. Even if Tara confirmed this with you earlier, it still didn't feel right not checking in with them.

A knock at the bedroom door interrupts your scrolling through your Moment feed. You close the screen as you watch the door slowly open, a small, plushed brown bear poking it's head through the crack.

"Caleb wanted to say he was sorry and that he misses you. Can he come in?" a high-pitched voice, you assume coming from Caleb, chirps. You couldn't help the small smirk that danced on your lips. You stifle it as you respond. "You can come in".

Caleb's large body pushes through the door, holding the bear as he approaches your side of the bed with the peace offering. "I went to the arcade and saw this little guy," he explains as he holds the bear out for you. You take the gift, examining its little face and soft fur. "Bears are cute and cuddly, but we know they're ferocious when provoked."

"You calling me a bear?" your brows raise in amusement at his comment.

"Absolutely," his response makes you chuckle, almost forgetting why you were mad at him in the first place. You shove your face in the back of the plushies head as you took in how it smelt like Caleb already. He watches you indulge in the bear, looking more peaceful than before.

"I'm sorry," he finally says, sitting beside you. His hand travels to your blanket-covered legs, giving them a small squeeze. "I shouldn't have lied to Jenna and stopped you from going on the mission". You raise your head, listening to what he had to say. " I...I was just scared. I didn't want to see you get hurt again. I was selfish, not wanting you to disappear for hours while I would be here alone without you while you missed dinner and the movie." His voice was infused with an apologetic tone laced in sadness. You could tell he was just worried and wanted to do whatever he could to keep you protected.

You run your hand over his. "I want you to have more faith in me and my abilities to protect myself". His heart jumps at your touch and the softness in your voice. "I know me being a hunter is worrisome for you, but you have to believe that I'll be okay."

"I do have faith in you. I just can't stop thinking about what would happen if something goes wrong. If a wanderer hurt you or someone else did, I'd go crazy." His grip becomes tighter at the thought. You squeeze his hand to show him that you were there with him and not off getting hurt, trying to bring him back to the present.

"I can't promise I'll never get hurt, and I'll always be in the best condition, but no matter what, I'll always come back to you. That I can promise." He wants to say; How do you know you'll always come back? , but he didn't want to dwell on that thought when you were touching and looking at him with so much promise and affection in your eyes. He didn't want his worries to ruin this moment. Instead, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. It started off soft and innocent but transformed deeper, filled with yearning.

"You promise?" he questioned, breaking the kiss to look at you as he cupped your face, not wanting to ever let go of it.

"I promise I'll always come back to your side," you whisper, leaning back in to continue the kiss.

Heavy breathing and whimpers flooded the silent room. Your face contorted in pleasure as Caleb's fingers worked their way inside of you, pumping at a rhythmic but swift pace, watching how you took his fingers perfectly, coating them in your wet heat. His lips found that delicate spot on your neck as he nibbled and sucked on it, drawing out those sweet moans he loved hearing from your lips. "You sound so cute like this, baby," he comments in a dark, sensual tone. "I wanna hear more." His thumb joins in on the fun, circling over your throbbing, sensitive pearl, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your body jolts and twitches as you cry out for him.

"Caleb! fuck...feels so good," you mewl into his hair, gripping his shoulder tightly, nails digging into his skin leaving behind crescent marks. His fingers could feel your walls tightened around them, signaling how close you were.

"That's it. Cum all over my fingers, pretty. Be a good girl for me, okay? Let me take care of you". He moans into your neck, feeling how hard he was getting from the sounds you were making and the tightness of your cunt sucking him in. His movements mixed with his words, encouraged your peak to shoot through your body, cumming all over his fingers. He slows down, drawing out your orgasm before bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting you on his fingers.

"You taste so sweet," he coos, cleaning his fingers off as if he was desperate to get every last bit into his mouth. "Let me taste you some more," he whispers darkly before dropping his head between your legs. You let out a soft gasp as he connects his mouth to your soaking pussy, wasting no time to lap up your juices and shove the same fingers he just licked clean, right back inside. The combination pushes you further into your pleasure. He's relentless in his goal to drive you crazy. He sucks on your sensitive nub, humming in delight as you lose your words, spilling out whimpers and cries from how he was ruining you. Your fingers found his head and began grasping at his dark locks, pulling at them from the stimulation engulfing your body. He groans in satisfaction, loving when you got handsy like this. "Harder," he commands in a low groan. It didn't take much for you to tug on his hair even more. He made sure of it when he spread your legs wider, giving him the change to fuck his fingers in deeper.

"Caleb!" you call out, your voice soft and trembling. "I'm...ah~”, your squealing elicits a wicked chuckle from his throat. "No, no. I can't, I can't." Your face twists as you lose confidence in your ability to cum again for him.

"Yes, you can," he growls, picking up his pace as he continues sucking your clit as your hips buck into his mouth. His fingers curl up into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch. "You can do it. I wanna taste your cum all over my mouth" he sucks harder on your clit causing a high pitched whine to spill from your lips "Just one more time. Please, baby? I'll make you feel so good, I promise" he pleads for you to let yourself cum on his mouth. You whimper and buck your hips as your release finds you once again, dripping all over his lips as he hums in satisfaction. "Fuck... you’re such a good girl for me". He finishes lapping up your juices as if he was licking a plate clean.

Your chest rise and falls as you catch your breath, watching him push one leg back to your chest. He wasn't done yet; he couldn't be satisfied until he was buried deep inside of you. He lines his throbbing cock between your legs, rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds. "You want more of me, pretty girl?" he purrs, trying to hold back from slamming into you the way he wants.

You look at him with pleading eyes, nodding feverishly as you bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, wanting the same thing that was clouding his mind. He drops his head down to your ear, gripping your hip tightly as he nibbles and licks your lobe. A shiver infiltrates your body, going down your spine, causing you to push yourself up into him.

"Come on, use your words, princess," he insists, pushing his teasing cock between your folds just enough to make you groan in impatience.

" Please, Caleb. I need you," you whine. He drops down to your tits, playing with one while he sucked the nipple of the other, nibbling just enough to make your legs kick and wrap around him from the sensation.

" What do you need, hm?" he smirks, wanting to hear you beg some more. "You need my cock fucking this cute little pussy? you want me to ruin you, baby?" his voice was dark and tainted with lust as he twisted your nipple. " Cause I'll fucking ruin you if you want."

"Yes," you breathe, followed by a small whine. "I need you to fuck me so badly." Your plea doesn't become lost on him. He pushes himself into you, groaning from feeling how tight you were around his tip.

"Oh fuck!" he grunts, pushing further into you, watching the way your mouth part and eyes flutter. Once he saw you'd taken most of him, he pulls back slowly and shoves himself back in, evoking a loud cry from you that he soon began to devour, moaning into your mouth as his hips thrust into you. his movements were hungry, wanting his cock to be the only thing you could feel. He breaks the kiss, looking down at you watching how your tits bounced against your chest, gripping your hips tightly pushing them back onto him. "You look so pretty like this, baby. Do you like how I feel?"

You could barely speak, feeling too consumed by him stretching you out. You bit your lips, stifling your cries as your body succumbed to the warm heat spreading through you.

"Answer me, princess," he thrusts into you harder, making you gasp and whine as you grip the side of the bed.

" Yes!" You wail. " Love it so much...please... need more," you pant, catching his purple eyes that have darkened from his craving. He drops into the crook of your neck, lifting your hips up to give him more leverage. He slams into you erratically, the sound of your skin meeting repeatedly dancing in the air, mixing with moans and grunts trickling from both of your lips as the headboard crashes into the wall behind you.

"Wanna stay like this forever" he groans, using his finger to rub circles around your clit, adding more intensity to your body. "Fuck! Wanna always be buried in this tight pussy. Wanna feel you like this all the time." he expresses his desires, occasionally letting out a small whimper from how you were clenching around him. "Never wanna leave you. Never." His thrusts turn sharper as each word escapes him. You feel a drop of water meeting your collarbone, sparking confusion. You look down at him, lifting his head to meet your face. Tears were prickling the corner of his eyes as he looked at you with emotions and yearning flooding his gaze. "Please don't leave me," he grovels, continuing his sloppy movements inside of you.

"I won't," you mutter, kissing his forehead softly. You couldn't help but think of how cute he looked like this. So desperate for you that it brought him to tears.

"Say it," he begs, feeling himself getting closer. "Say you'll never leave me. Say you'll always be here. I need to hear you say it...please." He bites your shoulder, scrunching up his face as his balls tighten, ready to give you all of him. You mewl from his bite, a mixture of pain and pleasure taking over you.

" I'll never leave you, I promise! I promise!" your cries swamp his mind as he finds himself shooting his hot cum deep inside of you, letting your voice permeate his mind. His release is thrust deeper inside as his hips slow down, refusing to pull out. He looks down at himself inside of you movingly slowly, taking in the white ring around the base of his cock, as streaks of his cum drips down your inner thighs.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his attention to your lips. Your kiss is soft and saturated with affection. You could tell he's been worried about this for so long. The thought of you leaving one day, always floating and haunting him in the back of his mind.

"I'm gonna hold you to that promise," he murmurs, catching his breath as he crashes on top of you, ensuring he didn't suffocate his precious girl. With his eyes closed, his fingers drew patterns on your warm stomach.

"And I'll make sure to always keep it." You kiss the top of his head, pulling him in closer as you pet his soft head, showing that you would never let go.