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Night of No-Return

SUMMARY:

Caleb’s birthday was supposed to be sweet and simple. With cake, decorations, maybe a few inside jokes between lifelong friends. But everything you set up for him, every look, every touch, builds into something neither of you can ignore anymore.

When emotions boil over and years of tension finally snap, you stop holding back. This isn’t just a birthday celebration. It’s a turning point.

He’s always been yours. Tonight, you show him that you’re his too.

NOTES:

This is a self-indulgent headcanon inspired by Caleb’s birthday trailer from Love and Deepspace. The moment I saw it, my brain said: "Oh. We’re doing this."

I have no idea what the actual in-game event will bring... this is my take on what could happen & what I want to happen....

WARNING: vaginal sex, light (and I mean light) BDSM, reader-inset, no pull out.

STORY:

Everything is set. You made sure to have Caleb’s entire apartment ready for him to come home to the best birthday celebration he has ever seen. Strings of fairy lights strewn along the floor, couch, and walls fill the living room with soft, warm lighting. You also took the time to hang up streamers, blow-up balloons in his favorite colors: blue, orange, and yellow, a projection screen, and even some sour candies you know he loves. And the best part of any birthday celebration? The birthday cake. You made sure to spend extra time getting every detail about his special cake right, down to the little apple emoji you always know him by.

Anticipation and excitement start to run through you. “Caleb should be home any minute now. I hope he loves everything I have set up for him!” You think to yourself.

Caleb deserves nothing but the best and to be celebrated on his special day. All of your time spent together, everything you two have been through… tonight was the night. Sure, when you were younger, you celebrated birthdays together, but the years you were separated and not able to celebrate with him were hard, so you have to make up for lost time. Because of that lost time, you wanted to make sure this year’s birthday for Caleb was different. You need to show him how much you love him, how important he is to you & you want to make your true feelings known.

As you finally calm your nerves, you hear Caleb approach the front door with the jingle of his keys. You quickly duck behind the couch for the surprise attack.

“Hey, Pipsqueak, I’m home!” Caleb calls out as he walks through the door.

“Now what is all this? You didn’t have to go through all this trouble just for me,” he says.

Caleb stands in the entryway, looking around and taking in all the decorations you put up. His face lights up as he scans everything, and the twinkle of the fairy lights in his beautiful purple eyes gives away that he might have a slight tear in his eye. It almost seems as though he is in disbelief of this celebration you put together for him.

“Are you hiding from me? C’mon Pipsqueak… I know you’re here.” He says coyly, brushing away his emotions as if he is on the hunt for you.

Searching for you, you hear Caleb’s footsteps come towards the couch you hid behind. The moment of surprise has arrived… “SURPRISE!” you cheer, your arms high above your head, outstretched, while jumping out from behind the couch and into his view. A smile that could light up the night sky comes across Caleb's face, followed by a cheeky smirk. You catch that smirk and wonder what he is up to, but just as the thought crosses your mind, Caleb’s evol pulls you off your feet to bring you closer to him for him to embrace you fully. His body is so big and warm, you take a deep breath in, and the scent of his cologne intoxicates you.

“Happy Birthday, Caleb!” you chirp as you pull away slightly, looking up into his eyes.

“Thank you. I can’t believe you set all this up.” Caleb says, releasing you from his embrace, and looking around his apartment. “This is amazing.”

You lead him into the kitchen as well, showing him all the dishes you made for his birthday dinner. Plates filled with braised pork belly, stir,fried with green and red peppers and corn, cucumber stir,fry with eggs, and a bowl filled with apples. You both grab a plate, sit down together, and enjoy the dinner you made.

“You know, usually I am the one making you food, this is a nice treat.”

“I had to make sure you felt as special as you make me feel every day, you deserve it!”

Once you both finish dinner, you lead Caleb to the living room to show him your final plans for the evening. On the coffee table is the cake you made for him, perfectly decorated and adorned with everything that reminds you of him, orange flavored drinks, some candies with his favorite citrus flavors, apple slices, and even an apple emoji plushie. Caleb walks over to the couch, which is covered with wrapped presents, and makes room for himself to take a seat.

“Is this the post,credits scene?” He says, looking at everything laid out in front of him, probably thinking that dinner was the celebration alone.

You both sit down on the couch, seated so close that your arm is brushing his. Caleb relaxes back into the sofa, one arm spread out wide (like he is welcoming you to fall into his arms), and you decide to settle into that open space. You grab the remote control for the screen projector, turn it on, and press play. A montage of all the memories between you two plays: happy, sad, funny, and everything in between. Because everything that happened in the past has led up to this moment for you two, and without it, even though the past hurts, it brought you two together.

“Thank you for putting this all together for me,” Caleb says, his eyes staring directly into yours. He starts to lean in closer to you, close enough to feel his breath… your nerves kick in a little.

“Of course! Like I told you, I wanted to make sure you felt extra special today.” You smile with a slight nervous giggle. “Now open your presents and let’s have some cake!” You need just a little more time to gain the confidence you need tonight.

The night is finally coming to an end, and you want to give Caleb his final surprise, but you struggle to execute your plans. You also sense he knows what you want, and you know he wants it too. So why can’t you just make your move and let him know exactly how you feel?

“I hope you had the best day today, I hope it was everything you hoped it could be.” You say softly while lifting yourself off the couch.

“Of course it was! I will always appreciate anything and everything you do for me, Pipsqueak. Always have and always will.” Caleb says while still lounging on his couch.

“Well, I have one last gift for you.” You say, grabbing the tin of citrus flavored candies you got for him.

Walking towards Caleb, you hand him the candy tin and he takes it from your hand. Your fingers graze, and the simple touch of your hands immediately gives you butterflies. You want to take the next step; you try to cross the boundary, but you're too scared it’ll ruin your lifelong friendship. You push those feelings down and decide to call it a night.

“Well, I guess I'd better be heading off then, it’s getting late and I don’t want to miss the train home. I hope you had the happiest of birthdays, Caleb.”

“It’s not midnight yet, don’t leave me…” Caleb says softly, almost begging.

He grabs your wrist firmly enough to stop you in your tracks. Before you know it, Caleb grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. Unsure of what to do, you grab the candy tin, hand it to Caleb, and he pops it open, offering you a candy. You decide that instead of taking one for yourself, you take one and pop it into his mouth instead. As you pluck the candy from the tin, you can see that Caleb expects you to enjoy the small treat, but he then realizes that your hand is headed his way. He opens his mouth just enough for you to pop the yellow candy into his mouth.

Caleb gasps as it enters his mouth, and a smile dances across his face as he takes a moment to enjoy the flavor. Then a small gasp escapes him, “Lemon flavored. Whenever you give me candy it’s always the sourest one.”

“Isn’t this… your favorite?” You tease.

He gently places the candy tin down on the coffee table, not realizing that you are staring at him, but not just him, his lips. Caleb catches your mid,stare, and you take advantage of the moment to caress his lips with your index finger and thumb. Excitement fills the air. This is it, the moment you were waiting for… Caleb is practically begging for you to make your move and take what is and has always been yours. You inch closer to him, so close your noses could touch.

Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Caleb's hand reaching up to your face. His hand now rests on your cheek. Heat is starting to build within you and is begging to be released. Also, the massive erection Caleb has right now is telling you everything you need to know. You can no longer fight the urge; you give in. Your lips crash into Caleb's firm yet soft lips, still tart from the lemon candy. His eagerness builds; you both have wanted this for so long.

Your lips still entwined with one another, they begin to part, and you feel Caleb's tongue enter your mouth. They swirl and dance together in perfect harmony; wetness dampens your panties. You feel his strong arms holding you against him and his hands cradling your face. The confidence you needed to dive in fully has arrived. This is your moment, take what is yours entirely! You pull away, breaking the kiss, leaving Caleb looking confused. Not letting him get the wrong impression, you shift yourself and push him down onto the couch with both hands.

Straddling Caleb, he looks beyond surprised, but it’s not fear. It’s awe. He stares up at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars just for him, like he’s never wanted anything more than this moment. There’s something soft and vulnerable in his expression, a quiet reverence that steals your breath. He’s so grown up now, no longer the little boy and best friend you once knew. As you take him in every detail, every shift in his gaze, your hand reaches to stroke his cheek, and he catches it gently, pressing a tender kiss to your fingers. Caleb’s hands rest at your waist, tentative but aching to pull you closer. You know he’s still trying to respect a boundary you placed long ago… but for you, that boundary no longer exists. You need him. All of him. Now.

You lean in, brushing your nose along his. “Don’t look so stunned,” you murmur. “I told you I had one last gift.”

His breath catches just before you kiss him again, and this time, there’s no slow build. You devour him. Lips pressed tight, tongues meeting in desperate rhythm, like you’re both trying to make up for every second of lost time. Caleb’s hands tighten at your hips, gripping you like he might fall through the couch if he doesn’t hold on. You shift, rocking against him slightly, and feel the hard press of him beneath you through his jeans. The contact rips a low groan from his throat. It’s ragged, helpless, and completely unraveling.

His lips break from yours for just a second. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he mutters, voice hoarse and thick with want. You smile against his jaw, nipping lightly before finding his mouth again.

You can’t stop touching him, your fingers thread through his hair, your hips roll again, slow and sinful. You’re both still fully clothed, but the friction is enough to send sparks dancing through your core. His breath hitches every time you grind down, and you know he feels it too. Then, without warning, Caleb shifts beneath you, trying to reposition, or maybe just overwhelmed by how good it feels, and you both tumble off the couch, still fully intertwined with each other.

The floor meets you in a tangle of limbs and laughter and gasps. You land flat on your back, and Caleb follows instinctively, pressing his body flush against yours before he can even speak. You’re both panting, grinning, hearts pounding out of sync. But then his hands find your hips again, this time more confidently. He pulls you down over the growing bulge between his legs, and you moan softly, right against his lips.

“You, okay?” he whispers, regularly checking.

You nod, breathless. “Better than okay. Don’t stop.”

Caleb's grip tightens as he rocks his hips up into you, slow and delicious. Your dress has ridden up, your panties soaked and clinging to you, and every movement against his jeans is perfectly torturous. You kiss again… sloppier, needier. Hands roam. Hips grind. Your body is humming with heat and tension and the sheer ecstasy of finally having him like this.

He bites your bottom lip, gently, and you gasp. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.

“I want you to stop pretending we shouldn’t do this,” you whisper back, grinding down against him. “I want you to make me yours.”

Caleb’s eyes darken at your words, the last thread of his restraint unraveling. He kisses you again, harder this time, almost desperate. His hand slips under the hem of your dress, not to remove it, not yet, but to feel you. His fingers spread across your bare thigh, warm and possessive, sending goosebumps up your spine.

“You’re mine,” he breathes against your lips. “You’ve always been mine.”

Before you can even respond, he catches both of your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head, holding them down gently but firmly against the floor. His grip isn’t tight, it’s deliberate. Controlled. His body looms above yours, and your breath catches as the reality of it all sinks in: this isn’t a fantasy anymore. It’s happening. He’s claiming you in every way you’ve ever wanted.

The look in his eyes makes your whole body shiver. It’s raw. Intense. Worshipful.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, ducking his head to press open,mouthed kisses along your neck, slow and reverent, but with a hunger he’s no longer bothering to hide. Your hips roll up to meet his as he grinds down into you, dragging a helpless moan from your lips. The friction is perfect. Torturous. Even with your clothes on, every movement is electricity shooting straight to your core.

With one hand still holding your wrists down, his free hand roams freely, fingertips tracing over your waist, your hip, the side of your thigh. Every place he touches feels claimed. Every kiss he leaves feels like a brand.

“Caleb…” you gasp, barely able to breathe.

His lips find yours again, and this time it’s slower, deeper. Like he’s trying to pour every unspoken feeling into your mouth, and you drink him in greedily.

“I want to take my time with you,” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours. “I want to make sure you never forget this.”

You whimper beneath him, completely undone. And as he rocks into you again… slow, deep, with that delicious pressure; you arch beneath him, wrists still caught in his hold, entirely at his mercy… and loving every second of it.

Caleb finally lets go of your wrists, but only so he can hook an arm under your lower back and pull you even closer, like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together. His other hand slides beneath your dress again, fingers trembling slightly now as he strokes up your thigh and over the soaked fabric of your panties.

“You’re shaking,” you whisper, breathless.

“So are you,” he replies, forehead still resting against yours.

His fingers slip beneath the edge of your panties, and you gasp at the first touch to your bare skin. He groans softly as he parts your folds and feels just how ready you are for him. “Fuck… you’re perfect.”

You squirm beneath him, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Take this off. I want to feel all of you." He obliges quickly, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. You run your hands up his chest, broad, warm muscles tense beneath smooth skin, and pull him down to kiss you again, tongues meeting in a slow, hungry tangle. His body feels like fire against yours, a solid wall of heat and want.

When his fingers slide inside you, one, then two, you arch against him with a moan. He curls them just right, thumb brushing your clit in perfect rhythm. You’re already so close, breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Caleb…”

“I know,” he whispers. "I’ve got you. Let go for me."

You ride the wave, thighs trembling, breath caught in your throat as pleasure crests and crashes through you. He holds you through it, watching you with wide, reverent eyes as if he can’t believe he’s the one making you fall apart. But… as the high fades, something shifts in you. You push at his chest until he leans back in surprise. And then, with new confidence, you roll him onto his back and climb on top of him.

Caleb’s eyes widen, pupils blown. “Then show me,” he murmurs, voice low, surrendering. You grind down against his jeans, slow and deliberate, and his head falls back with a groan. “Just like that… that’s it.” You trail your fingers down his chest, kissing your way from his collarbone to his navel. Then you reach between you, undoing his jeans and sliding them down just enough to free him.

He’s thick, flushed, and aching for you; long and heavy in your hand as you stroke him once, twice, watching him twitch in response. His breath stutters, and his hands grip the floor like he’s holding himself together.

You straddle him again, lining him up with your entrance, and slowly lower yourself onto him. The way he fills you leaves you breathless. Caleb curses, his jaw tight, his hands trembling on your hips, but he lets you set the pace. “Take your time… fuck, you feel so good.” You stay still for a moment, adjusting to the fullness, how deep he reaches, then start to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles.

“You feel unreal,” he groans. “Like a dream I never thought I’d have again.”

You lean down, kissing him deeply, riding him harder now as your confidence grows. His moans grow louder, matching yours, and soon the room is full of the sound of skin on skin, gasps, and whispered promises. Each thrust brings you closer, his hands roaming your back, your thighs, anywhere he can touch. He begins to meet your rhythm, his hips thrusting up into you, deeper, sharper.

“God, don’t stop,” he pants. “You’re perfect. You’re mine.”

The heat builds between you both, overwhelming, unstoppable.

When your second orgasm crashes into you, your legs begin to tremble, and your breath comes in sobs. Caleb wraps his arms around you, holding you tight as he follows you over the edge. You hook your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, keeping him there as he spills inside you with a groan that sounds like your name. His hips stutter, his whole body shaking.

“Stay with me,” he gasps. “Just like this. I want to feel all of you.”

Neither of you moves for a long moment. His cock still buried inside you, both of you clinging to each other like you’re afraid to let go. You can feel his heart pounding against yours, his breath warm on your shoulder.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you whisper, fingers tangling in his hair. “Just stay.”

He nods wordlessly, kissing the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You lay like that for a while, tangled together on the floor, the aftermath washing over you both in slow waves. Eventually, he shifts to the side, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close.

His hand traces lazy circles on your back. “You, okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, eyes closed, a small smile on your lips. “Yeah. More than okay.”

Caleb pulls a blanket down from the couch and drapes it over you both, tucking you in against his chest. He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips, slow and sweet.

“You were incredible,” he whispers. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You laugh sleepily. “I was kinda hoping you’d say that.”

“Remind me to have more birthdays with you.”

You smile, already drifting, warm and safe in his arms.

“I’m yours,” you whisper.

His grip tightens just slightly, a final promise before sleep takes you both.

“And I’ve always been yours.”

#love and deepspace #lads caleb #caleb fanfic #love and deepspace caleb #fanfic

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that-antisocialite · 2 months ago

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More Than a Nap

Sylus | Reader

Domestic Fluffy Smut - NSFW

After a long, exhausting shift as a hunter, you find yourself craving more than just rest... You want him. A quiet visit to Sylus’s penthouse turns into something far more heated when a nap in his arms leads to irresistible tension, teasing touches, and the kind of intimacy that leaves you breathless.

(This is my first fanfic I have written. Please enjoy)

It’s been what feels like one of the longest, most hectic shifts you’ve ever worked as a hunter, and when you finally have a chance to take a deep breath, you look at your hunter's watch and see it is finally time to head home for the day. As you start walking towards the train, you think to yourself how you haven’t seen Sylus in a couple of days and how you miss him (even though you wouldn’t dare let him know). So instead of heading to your apartment, you head to the N109 Zone.

You reach Sylus’s penthouse of the Onychinus base, which has become a second home to you at this point. Mephisto greets you as you walk in the door. “Caw! Caw!” “It’s good to see you, too, Mephie. Is Sylus here?” “Caw! Caaaw” “Hmm, I wonder where he could be. See you later, Mephie.”

Typically, Sylus would already be greeting you as you walk in the door, but he isn’t anywhere to be found. Maybe he is out and slipped out without letting Mephisto or the twins know. You decide to take a quick shower to get the day off of you and slip into an oversized sleep shirt to take a little nap in while you wait for Sylus to come home.

As you leave your bathroom and walk into Sylus’s bedroom, you see him sleeping so peacefully, you take a moment to admire how stunningly beautiful he is. “This man is always sleeping during the day, what a nocturnal animal he is”, you think to yourself. You slip into the plush bed, the luxurious bedding feels like butter against your skin, and you snuggle up against Sylus like you are the little spoon. Just as you make skin-to-skin contact, his warmth immediately envelopes you and puts you at ease.

His arms begin to tighten around your torso, and you just can’t help but think about how enormous his body is and how safe you feel with him around you. Nestling into Sylus, you can feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Sylus… are you awake?” You said in what you thought was a whisper. “Shh, Kitten, you’re loud enough to wake the dead.” His voice sounded so raspy and sleepy. “Oops!” You whisper. “I just thought you might be waking up for the day.” “Well, now that you’re here and in my bed… Why on Earth would I even think of leaving this spot?”

You smile as wide as the crescent moon, and nothing more needs to be said. You feel Sylus take a deep breath in, taking in the scent of your shampoo, and he begins to play and stroke your hair. As you start to finally drift to sleep, you feel a slight bit of pressure against your backside. “Is he really doing this right now?!” you think to yourself. Sylus doesn’t bring any attention to the situation, but there is no way to ignore it. After trying to put his massive erection out of your mind, you find yourself feeling so tempted and could honestly use him as a de-stresser from the day. It was at that moment you decided to start grinding against his dick, letting him know exactly where your intentions lie.

“Now, Sweetie, if you keep moving like that… there’s no telling what will happen next,” Sylus whispers in your ear, his voice deep and eager. You know he wants to make sure you get your rest and doesn't want to push you, but you need to have him... You decide to take matters into your own hands, moving his left hand under your shirt and to your right breast. Sylus immediately wastes no time and begins to massage your breast and pinch your nipple. You become like a piece of clay being molded between his hands, and your grinding becomes more prominent and faster. A soft moan escapes your lips, causing Sylus’s breathing to grow louder while letting out a low growl, making you feel weak. Your wetness grows between your thighs; you are craving him now, but you want to continue savoring the moment of anticipation.

Your body is now fully engulfed by Sylus, it is as though he has covered every inch of you. As Sylus is cupping and massaging your breast, he takes his other hand and starts tracing down your belly in small swirls… it tickles, causing you to try to inch away, but he holds you right in place. His hand is now in your panties inches away from your pussy, his long fingers find your opening and they start to dance around your clit.

“Kitten, you’re soaking wet… what could be the cause of this?” He whispers sarcastically in your ear. “Please, Sylus… I need you.” You plead desperately. “Well, if you insist…” Without any hesitation, Sylus thrusts his fingers into your pussy.

Spreading your legs farther apart, giving Sylus ample room to do as he pleases with his hands and fingers. You begin to writhe under his grasp in pure ecstasy while letting our soft moans of pleasure… His middle and ring finger continue to plunge in and out of you while his thumb slowly circles your clit. It is becoming too much and you feel that you might just cum.

“Sylus, I am so close…” You whisper, leaning your head back against him. “Not yet, sweetie. It’s not time yet.” He teases while slowing. “But I need to, I want to.” You continue to beg.

Before you can even get another word out, Sylus pulls down your panties and unleashes his colossal cock. It is so smooth and perfect that you begin to crave it. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet,” he whispers, and he thrusts into you. “OH SYLUS!” You cry out. He continues to slowly fuck you from behind while still in a spooning position. His thrusts are strong and purposeful. His left hand is still at work on your breasts, making sure each gets the attention they need and switching from massaging to pinching and flicking your nipples.

You begin to arch your back to make sure the angle is right for both of you, but Sylus holds you firmly against his solid chest. More whimpers and cries escape your mouth from the pleasure; there’s no holding it in. Just as you start to moan louder, Sylus lets go of your breast and holds his hand against your mouth…. “Be a good girl and stay quiet”. A muffled cry tries to break through his hand. “Kitten, you are taking this so well… I thought you were exhausted from the day.” His tempo begins to quicken as he continues to fuck you from behind. As you are close to peaking, you feel his right hand press down on your lower abdomen, allowing you to feel every single inch of him from the increased pressure. He lets go of your mouth, allowing you to cry out, “Yes, oh my god, yes! Just like that, you feel so good. I needed you today.” A devilish smirk curls at his lips and Sylus’s eyes darken with full intent as he says "Let go, cum for me".

This is it. You can’t fight it any longer… your climax hits you like a wave, fully washing over you, and just as euphoria blooms deep within you, Sylus also unleashes his full might into you. With every final, breathless movement, he buries himself deeper into you, pushing you both to orgasm together as your pleasure is his pleasure. Still holding you in his arms, Sylus is breathless and unwilling to let you go. You stay still for just a moment, taking in everything he is, and turn to face him.

“Well, that was quite the surprise.” You whisper to him and kiss his cheek. “Ha, ha, ha. Silly of you to assume I could resist such an opening”. Sylus says with a husky laugh. “Look, I was just trying to take a nap in your arms… It’s not my fault you decided to get a hard-on.” You joke back at him.

Sylus remains quiet and his hand finds your cheek. He begins to analyze and take in every inch of your face, admiring your flushed cheeks and all the beauty he sees in you. No words are needed now and you are able to feel his love in this moment for you. As he kisses your forehead and says “Why don’t you go clean up and come right back here so we can take a proper nap, now that you are fully relaxed now.”

#love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus #qin che #lads #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #sylus fanfic

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