taisha-san

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caleb isn’t the type of alpha who demands. he asks. soft voice, patient hands, eyes that never leave yours. but his scent? it wraps around you like velvet, thick and grounding, impossible to ignore.

deeply controlled rut cycles. he’s trained to suppress them with medication if needed, but that doesn’t mean the instincts disappear. when he’s around you during your heat, he gets quiet, still, too focused.

“do you need me?” he asks, knuckles brushing your wrist. “you don’t have to say yes. just nod.” you do. every time.

he’s a nurturer at heart. loves scenting you before bed, especially when you’re anxious. presses his face into your neck and murmurs things like:

“i’m here.”

“you’re safe with me.”

“let me carry it for you.”

but there’s possession under that gentleness. he doesn’t want to own you. he wants to devote himself to you, body and soul.

during your heat, he’s focused on your comfort first. pain meds, soft blankets, heated scentscapes, and then, if you want him, he’ll ruin you slowly.

so gentle at first. fingers between your thighs, soft kisses along your scent gland. “tell me if it’s too much,” he says, even as his knot starts to swell.

and when you whimper for him? the control frays. “omega,” he groans, voice breaking. “you feel so—fuck, you’re perfect. you were made for me.”

knots you with careful reverence. murmurs praise as you tremble beneath him. cleans you up gently afterward.

very quiet aftercare. strokes your hair. kisses your forehead. laces your fingers together and holds you tight until you fall asleep knotted to him, safe and claimed.

he doesn’t see rut or heat as shameful. he sees them as intimate and sacred. the most vulnerable, instinctive parts of you being entrusted to him.

and he never, ever forgets what a gift that is.

his first rut with you:

caleb thought he could handle it. he’d prepared, like he always does. meditated, dosed early, made contingency plans. but he didn’t account for you.

your scent was everywhere in his space, lingering on his bed, his clothes, in the air. it curled around his thoughts like smoke, like static.

he didn’t even realize he was going into rut until it was too late. the meds failed. his body burned, his skin itched, and his thoughts all narrowed down to you.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he said when you stepped into the room. but his pupils were already blown, voice thick with strain, jaw locked like he was holding himself back from lunging.

you whispered, “i want to stay.”

he broke.

the moment you moved toward him, caleb caught you in his arms and buried his face in your neck with a low, aching growl. he inhaled like your scent could save him. like he’d die without it.

“omega,” he rasped, voice full of awe and desperation. “you’re really here. you want me?”

the rut took hold then, hot and primal, but even while trembling with need, he was still caleb.

so gentle. so reverent. stripping you slowly, kissing every inch of skin like he was memorizing you. letting you climb into his lap and guide his hands with little whimpers and needy sighs.

“let me take care of you,” he begged, lips trembling against your mating gland. “please. i’ll be good. i’ll make it good for you.”

and god, he did.

every thrust came with soft gasps and low growls, your name whispered over and over like a prayer. he held you tight as his knot swelled, moaning your name like it was the only word he remembered.

“gonna fill you up,” he gasped. “mark you. keep you safe. no one else can have you. not now. not ever.”

but then you cupped his cheek. and his voice softened again. “does it hurt?” he asked, eyes full of worry even as you pulsed around his knot. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you shook your head, smiling through the haze. “you feel perfect.”

and caleb, sweet, kind alpha caleb, broke down. kissed you like it meant everything. like you were the only thing anchoring him through the heat.

when you both finally stilled, tied together and drenched in heat-slick and love, he held you against his chest and whispered, “thank you for trusting me.”

his voice was hoarse, cracked, shaking. “i’ll never forget it.”

[taisha-san]

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Cowleb 🐮

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Where Hearts Live + Grassland Romance

"I recall Sylus's fondness for Linkon's blossoms in the spring. I wonder if the vibrant, autumn leaves are just as charming to him. Besides... who can resist the aroma of roasted chestnuts from a Linkon food street?"

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Eternal Flowers

Myth + Little Red Flower text message + ⭐️⭐️⭐️ memory Taking Control

中文版

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Calebmc after a long day, unfortunately Tai fell asleep quickly 🍏🍎

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How They Fart!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

a/n: all jokes for april fools <3

Xavier: the silent but deadly type of fart. god forbid you’re in the same room with him when he does

Zayne: a polite little toot. rarely has any smells and you can barely hear it

Rafayel: the type to pretend a cough or make any noise to let out a fart and fail miserably. blames literally anybody else and claims that it isn’t him

Sylus: farts so loud the entire n109 zone can hear it. it’s so strong that it causes buildings to shake and god forbid you’re behind him when he farts or else you’ll be flying across the n109 zone

Caleb: a loud fart that you can smell but it goes away quickly. the type to say “whoever smelt it dealt it!” which is mostly towards you

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"I always wanted to be in the same world as you...Instead of just watching you..."

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🍎🕊

Aerosonic suit >>>

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Caleb x MC but make it sl*ttier :P

@illvampyre commissioned me to draw her MC and Caleb for this month! She wanted it to be more suggestive so I came up with this illustration for her MC and Caleb~ I really had fun drawing them in this pose....until I had to draw the details on their uniform😭 I had to use several artworks of Caleb as reference since I can't see shite with his in game references lol still, I'm happy with how this turned out and I'm glad my friend was happy about it too ;u;

Anyway, imma use this chance to promote my art commission if you want artworks such as this one! Just press keep reading below to see my commission info👇🏼

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💋🌧

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Colonel Xia and his wife ⚘️Calebmc 🍎🍒

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Alpha!Caleb

Me? In love with Caleb? Who said that?

Alpha!Caleb who was afraid to be near you when you were in heat. Barely able to control himself to not mark you and make you his.

Alpha!Caleb who scared other alphas away because you deserved the best and no one fitted that profile. Who secretly scented you so nowhere dared to get close, enough to scare others but enough to still be respectful.

Alpha!Caleb who ran away from home when first rut him because he was afraid of not being able to resist your scent. Who was over the moon that you jumped into his arms when he returned home. Caleb could not remember the words you used to describe him, all he could picture was your body pressed against his.

Alpha!Caleb who is a golden retriever around you but a freaking wolf whenever another alpha tried to court you. His eyes shined brightly when he looked at you, but bared his fangs at other alphas. Caleb, who has been deeply smitten with you that there is no other omega in the world.

Alpha!Caleb who almost fell into a depression when he had to fake his own death and be apart from you. Agonizing at the thought of you being marked by another alpha while he was gone. Who came back to life when you told him that he would be your only alpha.

Alpha!Caleb's patience had snapped the moment his fangs found your neck. His dumb smile that never would fade away whenever his see his mark on you. Who marked you multiple times because he could not resist you.

Alpha!Caleb who realized that his rut and your heat should never synchronize, again, if the both of you wanted to be functional members of society. Who felt guilty after acting like a beast and felt disappointed in himself, only to be cheered up by your reassurance: that you liked him the way he was.

Alpha!Caleb who had to make sure that you were taken care of every single need, Caleb who was the alpha and will provide for you in anyway. His money? Yours. His Fleet? Also yours. His heart? Darling, that had been yours from the very beginning.

Alpha!Caleb who was over the moon the moment you told him that you are having triplets. His mind is already working on the house that his omega and his offspring would live. And he would be damned if he didn't build that house with his own hands.

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Calebmc kiss? 🍒🍎

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“She’s busy“

Playing with fire here texting your lads man "she's busy" as a joke. A/N: highly requested

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“Smile for the cam Pipsqueak!” 🍎🌹