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β colonel!caleb x medic!reader: headcanon edition
a/n: i really love the forbidden love-esque/forbidden under professional ranks trope. let me know if you guys want a part two or even a full fic..... (i know i said i'd stop with the chunky headers but since this is a headcanon post i figured why not. also i love making moodboards hhhhh)
β> sparkle gif by cursed-carmine!
wc: 2.2k (not proofread) β π§ so high - doja cat
tags: colonel!caleb x medic!reader, workaholic caleb, avoidant caleb (?), mutual pining, fluff, mature themes (implied sexual tension, drinking), content regarding real military setup and in-game lore may be inaccurate but fuck it we ball
your record was clean -- you simply completed your term at the highest level of perfection anyone had to offer. so when you asked your (former) superior for another position, he hesitated. how could a fragile thing like you actually enjoy this profession?
he says he'll see what he can do and suggests you to an allied branch of the military. needless to say, your application to join the farspace fleet was accepted and effective immediately.
"three of my men were exposed to radiation during our recon mission in the deepspace tunnel," he informs you, his tone flat and professional as always. caleb has his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you work with meticulous precision. "i apologize for the inconvenience -- we turned back as soon as we realized the protocore radiation was high."
your brows furrow slightly as you examine the men on the cots in front of you, all weakened and slightly pale. before turning to acknowledge caleb, you order one of your colleagues to prepare blood tests.
"they may need to go under radiation therapy," you reply. "we'll need to run some blood tests to see how severe the exposure was, but from the looks of it, it's good that you turned back as early as you did."
the polite smile you give him has caleb's heart doing something odd. he nods and lets you get back to work, but lingers a moment longer to watch the way you handle everything with such grace and care. you work like you actually enjoy your job, which is rare in the fleet. most days, not even he enjoys his job.
but he doesn't think much of it. not yet, at least.
you're happy. too happy. and oddly enough, caleb hates it. hates the way you bring light to this otherwise dark environment. it reminds him that there's more to life outside of work, but he's buried himself in too deep. and he's terrified that if he digs himself out, he won't know what to do.
for a few weeks, he begins to avoid you like the plague. he's afraid of the way his heart beats faster when he looks in your direction, afraid of the way everyone in the fleet talks about you with enough praise that makes him feel like he's missing out. he can't afford distractions. not now, not ever.
he's a wreck. he's talked to you once and has already started to develop a small crush on you. which is exactly why he doesn't plan to talk to you.
that is, until, he's the one getting injured.
it was an accident. an engine malfunction. he's not entirely sure what happened, because he's cruising at a stable pace up until the engines start sputtering. in the blink of an eye, his whole plane is burning up, which forces him to make an emergency landing in the ocean.
caleb is fine for the most part. but as he sits in the ruined cockpit of his jet waiting for backup, he sighs internally. the blood dripping down his forehead is begging for attention from a certain someone.
the rest passes in a blur, his eyes never leaving your form as you rush to take care of one of the farspace fleet's most valued personnel. you soon return to his side with a tray and a bunch of tools he can barely make out.
gosh. even the way you talk to him is so dreamy.
"sir-- please refrain from sitting up. you've lost a lot of blood."
"tell me if it hurts, okay? i need to disinfect your wound before i wrap it up."
"no, your reports can wait. you need to recover first."
with little restraint after that, you begin to work your magic on the colonel. there isn't one inch of his body that isn't hurting, and yet all he can focus on is the way you touch him. your fingers lightly tap against the pulse point on the inside of his elbow before hooking him up to an iv, then moving to gently press a pad of gauze against his bleeding forehead.
caleb finds himself leaning into your touch without realizing. he silently wishes you could touch him without the damn gloves on.
by the time he's properly patched up (and has enough fluids in his body to think clearly again), the adrenaline has worn off. his whole body aches, even after taking a bunch of painkillers. but he acknowledges he's been through worse pain before and decides to suck it up, not wanting to bother you any longer.
you advise him to take it easy the next few days, and that he would most likely need to stay overnight for further observation. as you begin to lock up for the night, caleb suddenly finds the courage to speak up, his voice slightly hoarse from hours of unuse.
"thank you. for taking care of me."
you turn around, taken aback by his show of gratefulness. this man, who had done everything to avoid you since the day you stepped onto base, was thanking you for doing your job.
suddenly, you smile.
"it's my job to take care of you. no need to thank me."
stopping by the medical bay for a "quick chat" has become part of his routine. some days, he'd stop by and bring you lunch, never asking if you've already eaten because he already knows the answer will be "no".
any second of free time you got was spent with each other. in the early mornings to the lunch breaks to the mere hours before curfew, you could always be seen by his side, and vice versa.
everyone's noticed. of course everyone has noticed. their stone-cold colonel doesn't laugh and "accidentally" brushes shoulders with just anyone. but nobody dares to say anything. they all know they'll get their head blown off if they do.
caleb finds himself relaxing around you in a way that he hasn't been in a long time. it's oddly refreshing, much like the way looking at you is like a breath of fresh air after a long day.
on late nights, you two drink whiskey in his office. on days you don't feel like drinking, it's apple cider instead. however, after a long day of dealing with an influx of patients, you decide that tonight it's going to be whiskey.
you sigh as you lean back into the cushions of the couch (because of course he has a couch in his office), your wrist swirling the cup that caleb usually reserves for polite drinks with other officials. you're not quite tipsy, but not quite sober, either. your cheeks are dusted a faint rose pink, a color barely noticeable under the bleak moonlight.
but caleb sees it all. he's learned enough about you to know that you have enough alcohol in your system to just relax and nothing else. he likes this side of you, and he likes knowing that he's the only person in the fleet to see you like this.
"you know," you murmur, pausing to down the rest of your beverage. he watches as your adam's apple bobs with the movement, and tries to ignore the way his whole body floods with heat. "i used to think you hated me."
his brows furrow slightly.
"yeah?" he questions, elbows resting on his desk as he sets his drink down, leaning forward on the surface. "why's that?"
you simply shrug, leaning forward to grab the bottle of whiskey from the coffee table to give yourself a refill.
"dunno. you just... were always avoiding me. i thought i did something wrong."
caleb pauses for a moment. he's not sure what he feels: guilt? shame? embarrassment? all of the above?
you're right. he had been avoiding you. but he also had his reasons. with a slightly amused smile, he decides to fess up and tell you the truth. the alcohol had made him a bit more bolder than he usually is.
"wanna know why i was always avoiding you?" he quips, waiting for your response. when you stay silent, waiting for an answer, he continues.
"you're just so... likable. i was afraid that if i started to like you, i wouldn't be able to think straight. maybe i would've driven myself crazy over you, or something."
he chuckles softly, looking down at his hardwood desk before looking back up at you. your eyes are tinted with something softer after hearing his confession, and his heart skips a beat.
without thinking, caleb glances at your plump lips. and for the first time since he's met you, he wonders what it would feel like to kiss you. to taste you.
the moment passes by as quickly as it came. he tears his gaze away from your lips before meeting your gaze again, adding:
the barracks are quiet around this time. it's peaceful compared to the chaos that usually ensues in the morning, but your side of the living quarters are relatively calmer. you think know that you wouldn't mind living on base full time. it would give you an excuse to see caleb every day.
now, he's just caleb. not "colonel caleb", or "superior", just "caleb". your caleb.
your walking slows as you two approach a small, grey building to the far west of the residential areas. it's a bleak, two-story building, meant to hold up to six to eight residents. this was where the medical staff lived.
"well, this is me," you turn to face caleb, absentmindedly swaying on your feet. a force of habit you developed when you became awkward or nervous. he notices, but doesn't comment. "thanks for the drink."
he nods in response, hands in the pockets of his slacks.
"yeah, of course. any time."
neither of you make a move to leave, standing in front of each other under the flickering lamplight. you can smell him from here -- the expensive cologne he uses, the whiskey on his breath... it's intoxicating.
oddly enough, it's caleb who breaks the silence. he gives you a soft, teasing smile, one you've dubbed a "caleb special".
"alright, then. goodnight, doc."
you crack a smile yourself, and you look up to observe his soft expression. the smile on his face is new. rare, even, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. he only smiles like that with you.
his violet eyes twinkle under the moonlight, which also serves to make his sharp features seem soft. you swallow the lump in your throat.
then, with a surge of confidence-- alcohol, or maybe both-- you lean closer and press your lips to his. caleb stiffens, but doesn't pull away, instead wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
you can taste the leftover alcohol on his lips, mingled with those tinned candies he always keeps at his desk. when you begin to pull away, he pulls you back, and the sensation is intoxicating.
finally, he relents, allowing you to pull away. the way he looks at you is softer now, and it makes warmth bloom in your chest. unable to help yourself, you lean in for one last quick kiss. this time, it's chaste and straight to the point.
"goodnight, colonel."
really tempted to write a part 2...... i rushed it at the end but ugh omg my heart. they're so cute.
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a/n: hi everybody i hope youβre all having a great summer :D. i'm horny and needed some self indulgence so i thought about this and my fingers went to work. disagree w me idc but itβs canon in my head. hope you don't mind the new layout -- i'm probably gonna keep it cuz its easier on the eyes. no song inspo this time, but i WAS bumping doja cat's hot pink album while writing this. freaky music 4 da winnnn
again, thank you to cursed-carmine on tumblr for the sparkle dividers. iβll be abusing the fuck out of it. and thank you to my lovely bf for supporting my delusions + helping me write this. i feel like this is kind of a taboo topic so i hope this reaches the right audience LOL. as per fanfic etiquette, if you don't like it, don't interact. thank you!
(i posted this SOOOO late. i won't be surprised if it doesn't do well. currently 5:39 a.m. i'm taking my ass to bed.)
wc: 1.5k (not proofread)
tags: caleb x reader, established relationship, submissive caleb/dom reader, mommy kink obv, caleb calls reader mommy, handjob (m receiving), praise kink, orgasm denial (no not edging), reader is a mean dom lol, but caleb is a switch i swear on my life bruh
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nowwww like i said yall can disagree with me. you would think that his colonel caleb persona would make him dominant, riiight? riiiiight???
while thatβs true, at the end of the day, caleb is still a pathetic loser who is absolutely down bad for you. dominant men need tlc too!
iβd like to think it would happen when he comes home late at night, drained and exhausted from dealing with useless recruits and endless combat reports. heβs tired, not thinking straight, and most definitely pent-up.
he takes a shower, brushes his teeth, changes into pajamas and all that, but he rushes his nightly routine because he wants to get in bed with you.
hereβs the thing about caleb: he puts on this strong, caring facade because heβs had to appear like that in front of everybody else for ages. but underneath that facade is the same touch-starved little boy who had no parental figures, no sense of guidance, and no protection. he had to figure out all of that by himself.
it makes sense that the one who takes care of everything wants to shut his brain off and be the one taken care of for once. and who better than you?
anyways, the second he gets into bed with you, heβs immediately clinging to you like his life depends on it. an arm draped around your waist, his head buried into the crook of your shoulder β some part of him is always touching you.
you ask him, βwhatβs wrong?β in that same playful tone you always use around him, but he mumbles something unintelligible under his breath as he hugs you tightly, something about how much he missed you. you can't quite make it out.
you smile and let him cling to you like a koala for a bit, but your scent gets him hooked. the tip of his nose brushes your pulse point, his breath hot against your skin. soon, he's kissing along your jawline, a pleasant shiver running down his spine as you run your hands through his hair.
sure, caleb is always needy. but tonight feels different.
as soon as you take the initiative, he's already melting like putty in your hands. your lips trail down his neck and he's whimpering like a dog for more. you're not surprised when you reach down between your bodies to find that he already has a raging hard-on.
"missed you s'much," he's slurring, head falling back against the pillows as you begin to massage the growing tent in his pants. he's compliant, and so, so easy to tease in this state. so you play along.
"yeah-- yes-- fuck, pips, just touch me already."
those were the words you wanted to hear.
with agonizing slowness, you pull down his sweats first, your nimble fingers then working their way under the waistband of his boxers. he lifts his hips to help you, eager to get all of the layers off. but of course, you don't let up that easily. it isn't until he tells you what he wants that you finally have mercy on him.
"so desperate, caleb," you can't help but tease. this earns a frustrated whine from your boyfriend, who outstretches his arms with a need to pull you closer. you pull away. "you want it that bad?"
he swallows the lump in his throat, heat rising up to his cheeks. his ears flush red-- he can feel it-- a telltale sign that he's not the proudest of the state he's currently in. yet somehow his submissive state serves to turn him on even more.
maybe it's the fact that you seem to be enjoying yourself. in that case, caleb doesn't mind being submissive at all. not that he minded in the first place. he's just not used to being the one who's getting pampered.
"yes, please," he whines, sucking in a large breath when your hand finally wraps around his erection. you're not satisfied with his answer. in fact, you decide to take advantage of his desperate state to see what else you can squeeze out of him.
(he knows. he's not stupid.)
"please what?" you taunt, your hand unmoving. you squeeze the base of his cock, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make him squirm under your grasp. "i can't give you what you want if you don't tell me."
a frustrated groan escapes his lips. caleb's hands fist the sheets beneath him, but does nothing to stop or hurry you. in fact, he seems to be enjoying the teasing. he might look frustrated, but the way his cock twitches in your hands with each berating word that comes out of your mouth says otherwise.
"please, just--" he's cut off, moaning softly as you finally begin to stroke him. "keep doing that, baby."
"doing what? this?" your hand jerks him off slightly faster, pausing every so often to rub the pad of your thumb over his leaking tip. then, you stop, your hand slowing to a torturous pace. he whimpers, but doesn't beg for more. he knows you'll tease him about it. "or this?"
"please, please baby, just--"
"please what? i can't hear you."
"please-- i need to cum-- please, mommy, please!"
bingo.
finally, you give in. you stroke him at the exact speed you know he likes, helpless whimpers escaping his lips. he's mumbling incoherently now, phrases like "so good, mommy," being repeated like a mantra.
"good boy," you praise, leaning in to peck his cheek sweetly. he leans in involuntarily, craving more of your affection. "that wasn't so hard, was it? all you had to do was tell mommy what you wanted."
caleb whimpers at the sound of you referring to yourself as such, his eyes snapping shut as his hips seek more friction.
he tries to apologize with a quick "i'm sorry, mommy" -- but you shut him down quick with a shake of your head and the pointer finger of your free hand held up to his lips.
"it's okay, baby. let's try this again," you hum. "what do you need?"
you feel him twitch in your hand again. he's really enjoying this, and it hasn't even been ten minutes. you realize caleb wasn't lying when he was complaining about being pent-up a few days ago.
"need to cum, mommy," he mumbles, lifting his head up to look at you. his violet orbs are glassy and desperate, a stark contrast to the guarded expression he carries at work. "please. i'll do anything-- mm-- i'll be good. i swear. oh, fuck."
he lets out a groan when you swipe at his tip again, making sure to squeeze slightly with each stroke. he's close.
"say it again," you demand.
he doesn't hesitate.
"please, mommy. let me cum."
"again."
"mommy," he whimpers, pleading eyes locking onto yours. "please."
"again. you can do better than that."
caleb's body trembles slightly with the force of trying to hold back his orgasm, but he obeys, his lower lip trembling slightly when he bites into it. he chokes out another moan, which you would have mistaken for a sob had you not known any better.
if you weren't wet before, you definitely were now. in all your years of knowing caleb, he's never been this desperate. but you love this side of him, and the way he begs you has your thighs clenching together involuntarily.
before you can give him the okay, he's cumming anyway, unable to hold it any longer. his head falls back with the amount of sheer pleasure coursing through his body, his cum making a sticky mess all over your hand and his shirt.
despite his post-coital bliss, he knows he disobeyed you by not holding it in a bit longer. he opens his eyes, internally bracing himself for a punishment.
"i'm sorry," he mutters sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with you. "it felt too good. i couldn't hold it anymore."
you resist the urge to roll your eyes, but you shake your head as you reach for the tissue box on your nightstand.
"it's okay. i'll let it pass this time," you reply, wiping his fluids off your hand. "are you feeling better now though?"
caleb pauses for a moment before replying, ridding himself of his now-stained shirt and discarding it somewhere on the floor. you can just barely see the faint outline of his abs under the moonlight.
"a lot," he admits. "thanks... for tonight."
after that, he's asleep within minutes, which is surprising to you, since he often has trouble falling asleep. but you decide not to think much of it.
the next day, caleb acts like nothing happened, waking up early and making you breakfast like usual. he greets you and kisses your forehead before leaving for work, not mentioning anything about the night before.
he won't admit it out loud, but he liked being the submissive one for once. on the way to work, he's already thinking about how to get you to do it again without having to ask directly.
when he gets home, there won't be words. but there will be signs.
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AHHHHH this means so much to me my love <33 people like you inspire me to keep writing (even though iβm in a major writers block ugh), thank you for your support! more on the way this summer π«°
β thinking about the sexual tension between u n caleb post explosion..... drooling
a/n: just a quick drabble before bed. been thinking about this for weeks and it has me giggling and kicking my feet lol. drabbles never do good on my page but i figure i'd post something anyway for the sake of consistency. im also not good at rewording my thoughts in a more formal manner so if this piece is vague and unclear just bare with me ok...... im trying </3
also β thank you to cursed-carmine on tumblr for the sparkle gifs :)
wc: 1k (not proofread) β π§ my hair - ariana grande
tags: caleb x reader (mc), slightly suggestive, short drabble, lotssss of touching, short but small implication of pseudocest; read at your own discretion, caleb is hungryyyy af.
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the first time caleb realized he liked you was a long time ago. he can't exactly put a finger on one specific moment, because when it comes to you, he's as desperate as a dog. he'll take any chance he gets if it means spending time with you.
the first time caleb realized he loved you was a different story. surprisingly, it wasn't when he was overrun with jealousy when flowers from a suitor were delivered to your doorstep when you were still in high-school.
no, scratch that. he's always been in love with you. even when he was disgusted with himself for ever thinking about his darling little sister like that, he always knew that there was something brewing between the two of you. the only reason he never brought it up was because he knew you were too innocent to understand the depth of his feelings for you.
but after the explosion, he swears everything's changed.
the way you talk to him has changed, the way you act around him has changed, and even the way you look at him has changed. you're more desperate, more hungry, and caleb fucking loves it.
the greedy side of him dares to say that he adores it. he lives off of the way you interact with him like he's the air you need to breathe, like as if after the explosion you finally realized how much he's worth to you.
what he doesn't realize is that the way you look at him isn't just hungry. it's starving.
or maybe he does realize it; he's more cunning than you think. and if you want him, he wants to hear those words come out of those lips he's been yearning to kiss for as long as he can remember.
it starts with a lingering gaze. he notices the way your eyes seem to stick around whenever he walks around in your apartment, still in uniform. he even swears he's seen you check him out after he's all pumped and sweaty from the gym. but he's not exactly subtle about his looks, either.
you could literally be wearing a trash bag and he'll still say you look sexy. that's how whipped this guy is lmao.
the highlight of his day is picking you up from work because it means he gets to see you in your hunter's uniform, and you in your slacks that are just half a size too tight and hugs the curve of your ass just right. however, when you greet him hello with a hug, his arms squeeze your midsection a bit tighter than he originally intended.
don't even get him started with explaining how much the simple touch of your hands melt him to the ground like putty. when you laugh, the sound light and melodic, your hand lands on his thigh, and behind all the amusement, caleb looks at you like he wants to eat you alive.
the worst part is that he knows you feel it too. unlike him, you're not as sly as you think you are. but caleb acts oblivious so you feel like you are.
he's not stupid; he knows why your hands seem to linger on his chest every time you offer to fix the collar of his suit. he knows why you pretend like you don't know how to cut carrots with a knife. but he'll indulge you every time. he just wishes you'd fucking do something about all this tension in the air instead of trying to lure him in like a siren's call.
he enjoys the way you get flustered when tara and simone tease you about having a boyfriend. seeing the way your face flushes red whenever you hear "ooh, is that your boyfriend?" is satisfying in a way that's selfish and twisted, because he knows that you can deny it all you want. but the fact that you wish he was would never go away.
on the other hand, while you enjoy this little game of cat-and-mouse, you can't help but find it the tiniest bit agonizing. every day spent where caleb is constantly teasing and touching you is one more day that drives you up the walls and back.
every time you do something to catch his attention, he responds, but it's never enough. when you glance at his lips, he pauses, smiles, but never kisses you. when your hand "accidentally" brushes against his inner thigh during movie night, he brushes off your apology and says its fine, even if that means he's spending the rest of the movie adjusting his jeans and trying to find a comfortable position to sit.
you're convinced he's doing it on purpose when one day, the two of you are spring cleaning in your apartment. you're clad in a fluffy robe and lace lingerie underneath, which you may or may not have worn with a certain intention.
you reach up, propping yourself higher with the balls of your feet to dust off a shelf that's a bit too high for you. with a subtle shift of your shoulder, half of your robe slides off of your back, exposing the delicate lace.
when caleb notices and walks over, your heart skips a beat.
yes. this is it.
and it might have been, if caleb's restraint was nonexistent. he simply steps closer until you can feel the warmth of his chest against your back, and pulls your robe until it's hooked back onto your shoulder. he then grabs your feather duster and cleans off the designated shelf for you.
damn it.
when one of his large hands absentmindedly finds the small of your back, you shiver. you can only imagine how much harder his fingers can grip you when he has you bent over and at his mercy. you're snapped out of his thoughts when he leans closer and whispers in your ear:
"careful. don't tempt me."
then, he walks away, leaving you both frustrated and pent-up. but you shake off the ache between your legs when you realize the possibility of you and him getting together is still a long way to go.
both you and him know that until one of you fess up, that scenario is never happening.
that's fine by him. caleb has been waiting for you for years, and he's now realizing that you've been waiting for him just as long. this only gives him all the more reason to tempt you until you finally snap.
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tags: caleb x reader (mc), fluff, established relationship, arguments (they make up in the end), caleb is a workaholic, caleb gets pissed off (might be a little ooc), post-toring chip; caleb does not know how to communicate his feelings as easily as he used to, sassy mc lol
SYNOPSIS: the two things that matter the most in caleb's life are the farspace fleet and you. what will happen if he's forced to choose just one?
a/n: hihi i know its been a while :) if you've been a longtime follower of my works, i urge you to read this for a small update on why i've been gone for so long and how the future of this account will play out. if not, it feels good to be back and i appreciate the support i've been given thus far. this song has been on repeat lately and got me out of my 5 month writer's block so everyone please say thank you to weezer and bethany cosentino. i ended up finishing this wayyy later than expected, so please excuse any mistakes; i will fix in the morning. on that note, if my writing is subpar, you know why. thank you for reading <3
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it started off harmless.
truly, it did. caleb would come home five minutes late for dinner, or forget his jacket at work.
after a few months, it started to escalate. the seat to your left would go unattended during your weekly movie nights. plans to visit the cafe that opened up down the street were rescheduled for next weekend. the laundry wouldn't be done until the end of the week. but by then, the hamper's already full and ready to be unloaded again.
of course, you know caleb isn't doing it on purpose. he's a busy man with responsibilities even you weren't sure you could shoulder. but every time you're met with a text that says "i'm sorry, baby. something came up at work," you can't help but feel the slightest bit irritated.
you tried to ignore it, the way your heart would silently break into tiny pieces every time he didn't pay attention to you, the way your cheeks would get hot with frustration when he refused to go to bed to take care of fleet work. but after you realized he seemed more distant after coming home from work, your heart couldn't take it anymore.
caleb standing you up on date night was your final straw.
[caleb <3]
7:02 P.M. -- i'm running a little late, but go ahead and order without me :). i'll be there as soon as i can. love you.
deep down, you somehow knew he wouldn't keep his promise. but the naive side of you decided to believe him anyway. it wasn't until 9:30 p.m., when employees were beginning to clean up the restaurant, that you finally realized that caleb wasn't coming.
needless to say, you had trouble driving yourself home due to the barrage of tears obstructing your vision.
it's nearing midnight now, and you're curled up in bed with a good book. your hair is wet from your shower, and for the first time in a while, you're wearing your own clothes. you knew that if you wore caleb's, the mere smell of him would send you into a spiral. to say that you were mad at him was an understatement.
your nimble fingers flip over one page after another, and soon enough, you're immersed in your own fantasy world, with princesses and dragons and a castle--
the sound of the front doorknob jiggling snaps you out of your momentary distraction. your lips purse slightly. great.
you pause, listening for sound cues outside the bedroom door.
you hear caleb sigh wearily as he shuts the door behind him, the thud-thud of his boots against the hardwood floor coming to a stop. another soft thud follows as he drops his belongings in a random corner of the house.
then, the bedroom door opens. you're quick to look back down to your book, flipping to the next page as if nothing had happened.
when caleb's eyes land on you, calm and unmoving, he knows he's in deep trouble. he wasn't expecting an enthusiastic greeting like how you'd usually welcome him home-- no, of course not. he knows what he did. and he hates to admit that the severity of the situation scares him.
he waits for a couple of seconds. maybe you'd perk up and yell at him. get up and punch him, even. but when you turn to the next page, the corners of his lips downturn with slight panic. the way your hand trembles slightly when you do so doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"hey, pips..." he greets, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. as he shuts the door behind him, caleb takes a small step closer. but still, there's no response from you. he swallows the lump in his throat. you truly were a ticking time bomb.
for a moment, the silence in the air is only broken by the occasional flip of a page. but neither of you dare to speak, only expecting the other to do so instead.
but after a while, caleb decides to break the silence.. he sighs, shrugging off his coat before draping it over a chair.
"baby, look. i'm sorry," he mutters, sitting on your edge of the bed. "i--"
"you were at work," you finish the sentence for him, your voice sharp yet flat at the same time. it hits caleb like a double-edged sword. "i know, caleb."
you turn the page again, but you're not focused on the book anymore.
"i lost track of time," caleb retorts, desperate to explain himself. "our meeting lasted longer than i expected, and when it was over, i completely forg--"
"go away, caleb. you don't have to explain anything to me."
your detached tone hits caleb like a bucket of cold water. but instead of causing him more panic, it sends him into defense mode. he frowns.
"seriously?"
this causes you to finally look up from your book. snapping it shut, you toss it to the side before giving him your full attention.
"yes, seriously," you hiss. "you stood me up on our date."
the colonel bites the inside of his cheek, trying not to lose his temper. he knows he screwed up, he knows what he did to you was wrong, and the lover-boy inside him wants to wrap you in his arms and kiss you until you're giddy and breathless, maybe beg for your forgiveness if he were that desperate.
but the professional inside him insists that fleet work is the number one priority, and should be put before everything else. the responsibilities lying on his shoulders are weighing him down more than he thought they would, and he feels a sudden urge to protect them.
"i know. and i feel terrible. i should have planned my schedule better," caleb admits, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "but i have an obligation to the fleet. i can't just run off in the middle of a meeting because i'm running late for a date. it doesn't work like that."
even when he explains himself, his voice is soft. caleb never raises his voice at you. but here, he sounds oddly patronizing, as if he were speaking to a five-year-old, and not his girlfriend. it only serves to anger you more.
"you think i don't know that?" you ask, your fingers clutching the sheets covering your form. "i don't care about your work, caleb. do whatever the hell you want. it's when you start treating me like i'm not a priority that it becomes a problem."
caleb scoffs.
from the moment he was born, his life revolved around you. he fed you, put you to sleep, walked you to school, fought off your bullies, and brushed your hair before you went to sleep. you are his life. so to hear you say that you're not a priority to him is so ridiculous it almost makes him laugh.
"what are you--?" caleb shakes his head with a smile of disbelief, pausing due to a loss for words. "you're always a priority to me--you always have been. don't be like that."
"don't be like what?" you reply. "these past few weeks, all you've been doing is blowing me off for work! if i'm a priority to you, then show it."
"i don't know what more you want from me," caleb suddenly snaps back, a hint of an edge in his usually calm voice. "i cook for you, i clean for you-- i do everything for you, and you're still going to sit here in my face and tell me i don't give you enough attention?"
his words make you pause. you've never heard caleb talk to you this defiantly before. immediately, you feel your throat begin to close up, your vision blurred by tears you didn't know were forming beneath the surface.
as if a switch had been flipped, caleb's eyes soften, and he's quick to reach for your hand to offer a comforting squeeze. his heart swarms with guilt knowing he'd just made you cry, his usual, caring self coming to the forefront.
"baby, i--" he starts. but before he can get another word out, you pull your hand away.
"get out."
he freezes.
"what?"
"get. out."
if caleb thought he was panicking before, he definitely is now. sleeping on the couch was one thing, but going to sleep knowing you're mad at him was another.
"i--" he begins to protest, but soon realizes that arguing with you in this state is pointless. with his jaw clenched, he lets out a defeated sigh before getting up and leaving the room without another word.
when you're sure he isn't listening behind the bedroom door, silent tears begin to fall from your eyes, and you turn over in your bed, now too big for just one person.
you cry until you can't anymore, muffling your pathetic sounds with a pillow. you cry about the past few weeks. you cry about how stupid and naive you were to keep trusting him. you cry about how you know that isn't the real caleb behind the toring chip, and you cry over the fact that the both of you let your emotions get the best of you.
as you lie there, you begin to think. not hard, but hard enough to mildly doubt yourself and what you feel. it's a coping mechanism you've developed over the years; disregarding your feelings in order to defend a loved one was a bad habit, and one you couldn't just easily get rid of.
frankly, caleb's right. you haven't had to lift a finger whenever he was around. it's been like that since the two of you were little, why would it suddenly change now?
no, you tell yourself. that doesn't excuse the fact that he's been treating you like shit these past few weeks. you've stayed strong for this long. you're allowed to feel this way.
you repeat those words like a mantra until your swollen eyelids grow heavy. tomorrow is another day, and you're more than happy to let this shitshow of past events fall behind you.
that is, until the bedroom door opens. again.
you're already half asleep when caleb approaches the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he kneels onto it. then, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.
the contact heightens your senses and jolts you awake, but you make no move to show it. after weeks of side hugs and kisses that felt more habitual than meaningful, this felt nice.
caleb presses his lips against the nape of your neck. the kiss is gentle, but he doesn't stop there, trailing soft, apologetic kisses along the side of your throat until he reaches your earlobe.
there, he whispers: "i know you're not asleep."
his warm breath against your neck makes you shiver, and you're unable to keep the act up any longer. you open one singular eye, refusing to give him your full attention.
"what do you want?"
"i want to make it up to you," he murmurs, sliding a hand underneath your shirt. his palm is warm against your stomach, and you bite your lip, unable to resist how your body reacts to him. "i shouldn't have said what i said earlier. it was insensitive."
you snort softly, pulling the covers higher over your shoulders.
"yeah. it was," you huff, but to your surprise, he chuckles softly, pulling the sheets off of you.
"yeah," he repeats with a sigh, pressing his forehead against the junction of where your neck and shoulder meet. "but i really do feel guilty about standing you up earlier. so... i have a surprise for you."
a surprise?
your brows furrow slightly, and you open both of your eyes as you turn to look at him.
"i'm not in the mood for your tricks, caleb," you mutter. "if you're here to bother me, leave me alone."
his expression softens just a fraction as he shakes his head, releasing his grip on you to sit up straight.
"no tricks, promise," he replies, raising his hands up in mock surrender. "just trying to do what's right."
as he sits up, you watch and observe. he's still in his colonel's uniform, however, you notice there's an apron tied around his waist. he was definitely up to something.
caleb catches onto your curious expression and smirks, just slightly.
"so?"
you weigh your options. on one hand, you could refuse. on the other hand, if you did refuse, you know he'd just keep bugging you until you say yes. begrudgingly, you sit up in bed with a sigh. you'd get up, if only to humor him for a moment.
"alright, alright," you grumble, swinging your legs off the mattress. "i'm up."
he tries his best to hide it, but a victorious smile graces his handsome features as he approaches you. he waits until you pass him to pull you back by the waist, covering your eyes with his large hand.
"caleb--" you protest. "what are you--?"
"shh," he interrupts, slowly leading you out of the bedroom with his free hand planted on your lower back. "just keep walkin,' pips. almost there."
he leads you out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, your bare feet padding softly against the floor with every step you take.
you can't see much, but you can smell a lot. you're more confused than suspicious now, trying to rack your sleepy brain for ideas on what the hell he was able to accomplish in the short hour you were crying your eyes out.
it isn't until he stops you and removes his hand from your face that the thoughts in your brain falls silent.
"surprise," he murmurs."
the culinary part of your apartment is no longer a kitchen anymore, but, a luxury booth for two. under the warm glow of the candles lies the table, clad in a red tablecloth. however, what catches your eye is not the three-course platter consisting of microwavable pizza, potato chips, and half of a peeled mandarin on either side of the table. it's the two wine glasses sitting next to the platters that interests you the most.
the glasses are filled halfway with a yellow liquid, and for some odd reason, the sight makes you huff in amusement. you've known caleb long enough to know that he doesn't drink. those wine glasses contain apple juice.
what a dork.
however, you can only manage a soft "oh."
caleb's smile falters slightly.
"oh?" he repeats, brows furrowed. "do you not like it?"
quickly, you shake your head, your earlier anger and annoyance fading away.
"i don't not like it," you clarify. "i think it's cute. i just don't understand why you would do this at one in the morning."
caleb is silent for a moment before responding, looking at his grand setup before looking back at you. in all honesty, that question might just be the silliest thing he's heard all day.
"because i failed to show up on a day that was specifically reserved for us," he replies simply. "and i acknowledge that i hurt you by doing so. since i couldn't make it to the date, i brought the date to us."
he gestures to the food on the table. it's not the most appetizing spread, but considering what was done in the short amount of time given, the effort was there.
despite every bone in your body telling you not to, you crack a smile.
"you're corny, you know," you tease, walking over to take a seat on one side of the table. but caleb beats you to it with a grin on his face, pulling the chair out for you to sit on.
"it's the least i can do."
after you take your seat, he does the same, sitting across from you before reaching for his wine glass filled with apple juice. typical, you think, but you reach out for your own glass, copying his movements.
you bring the glass up to your lips, and caleb watches with a soft expression. he realizes that he hasn't had a domestic moment with you like this in weeks. and he realizes that maybe you're right.
the two of you eat in silence until caleb speaks once more.
"i'm sorry," caleb murmurs, causing you to look up from your plate.
he should be sorry. this only proves he knows what he did. but you want to hear him say it.
"for what?"
the replies come in all at once. despite his initial defensiveness, caleb is still the same as he's always been: weak, especially for you.
"for ignoring you. for working too much. for always rescheduling our plans. for being a big meanie."
you look at him expectantly, milking the apology for as long as he'll let you. caleb sighs, reaching across the table to take your hand in his.
"i'm sorry," he mutters, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips. "i really am. you mean the world to me, and i'll spend every day proving it."
satiated, you smile softly.
"apology accepted."
caleb sighs again, relief flooding through his veins at your response. he squeezes your hand gently before rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
"thank you. i promise i'll stop being such a workaholic from now on."
you offer a hum in approval before pulling away to finish your second dinner of the night. he does the same, downing the rest of his apple juice in one go before glancing at you once again. he seems hesitant to say something.
you're halfway through your share of mandarin before you feel his eyes on you. with an eyebrow raised, you question him.
"what?" you mutter, your mouth full of orange.
"so..." he begins, his tone hopeful. "does this mean i don't have to sleep on the couch anymore?"
on second thought, you're still mad at him. your mood had just dropped from enraged to mildly annoyed.
you pretend to think about the proposal for a moment, letting out a soft hum for dramatic effect. then, you give him your response.
"nope."
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@alyceres 2026
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soooooooo hi. i know i don't owe anyone an explanation but it brings me comfort knowing i cleared up the air in the room.
a lot of things happened while i was gone, but here's the short version of it.
TLDR: writing felt like a chore, so i took a step back and fell into deep writer's block. my mental health also got super bad around this time and not only decreased my motivation, but affected my ability to think. i deleted lads for more storage, which also contributed to my writer's block.
now though, i'm back (i've also redownloaded lads on my new phone) and thinking of starting to write for sylus as i've really taken a liking to him recently. my posting schedule won't be as linear as it used to since i'm going to try to come back in baby steps. thank you all for your support :)
p.s. if you have requested, i want to deeply apologize for leaving you on a cliffhanger but i promise with all my heart that once i get back into it, they will be posted as soon as i can crank them out.
tags: 18+ MDNI, ex-bf!caleb, caleb is a pathetic loser, arguments, angst/comfort, porn with plot, use of pips/pipsqueak, dry humping, fingering, cunnilingus, piv sex, praise, he's a panty stealer I SAID IT!!!, caleb tries to be gentle but we all know he wants that cookie soooo bad
SYNOPSIS: your ex-boyfriend wants you back. but you won't allow it (or will you?).
a/n: i woke up at 5:30 am and watched a shitload of caleb edits on tiktok to motivate me to finish this and i STILL couldn't finish it in time π€£. i posted this 3 hours later than i usually do so i might repost tomorrow. this post is a little longer than what i usually write but i like my fics beefy ok??? i lowkey had major writers block while writing this so its probably kinda bad im sorry lol. will proofread in the morning
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thereβs a knock at the door.
you don't have to open it to know who it is. it's the same knock pattern you've grown accustomed to over the years - the knock knock knock-knock knock rhythm becoming more of a nuisance than a good sign.
βgo away, caleb,β you call out from the other side of the door. you didnβt care how well he bribed you this time, there was no way in hell you were opening that door tonight.
a deep chuckle is your only response. it sends shivers down your spine, and for a second, youβre tempted to wrap your hand around the doorknob and let him have his way with you. but no, you were better than this. you knew your worth. caleb clearly showed you that his line of work was more important than your relationship, so, fine! he could have it his way.
βcome on, baby. open up. i just want to talk.β
baby.
there he goes again, using that stupid nickname you love so much, in that sultry tone he knows youβd die for. the desire becomes sinfully sweet, and almost sickly. you wouldn't, no, you couldn't deny that you missed how he touched you, kissed you, and loved you with such intricacy. but those days were over.
and yet, you find your hand hovering over the silver knob. one twist, and the very thing that stood in the way of both you and him would be gone.
involuntarily, you swallow the lump in your throat. it's only now you become acutely aware of how your hands tremble slightly, and how your stomach bubbles with dread instead of the usual desire you feel whenever you're around him. it's weird, how the tables have turned; you were willing to hear him out at first, but hours of talking back and arguing led to angry sex. and angry sex ultimately led you nowhere. was he using the excuse of "talking" to get into your pants again?
you retract your hand.
"iβ no, caleb. i'm notβ¦ letting you in. we can't."
and perhaps if it was anybody else, the tremor in your voice would go unnoticed. caleb knows that behind that door, your self-dignity and lover girl personas are quarreling in that brain of yours. his heart aches at the thought of causing you so much inner turmoil, but another part of him, the greedy part of him, secretly relishes in the fact that you still want him. and he'll be damned if he denies he wants you just as bad, if not more. he sighs softly, looking down at his feet as he rests his forearm on the door.
"baby," he breathes, and it sends a shiver down your spine. his tone is soft and sweet, pleading, even, and you know it's a stark contrast from how he'll be speaking to you in the rare occurrence you let him in tonight. "please. let me make things right."
that gets your demeanor to crack, just slightly. making amends was all you've ever wanted, really. and sometimes you find yourself closing your eyes and praying that everything is a dream, that you'd wake up in his arms and everything would be normal. but you knew you had to tread carefully.
analyzing caleb was like a wild card; one day he'll be easy to decipher, and the next, it's nearly impossible. tonight, it's the latter, and you're having trouble trying to figure out what his true intentions are. the last thing you wanted on your sky-high piled plate was another argument.
you open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. your hand finds its home on the metal of the doorknob, fingers wrapping around the sphere delicately. ultimately, your want to give him the benefit of the doubt wins over. you twist the lock open and pull open the door.
caleb's eyes widen slightly when he feels the door budge under his arm, and he takes a step back to give you your space. his eyes lock onto your form, and even with your messy hair, sleep shorts, and mismatched socks, he still thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes on.
even through the midst of all his emotions, he still manages to offer you a weak smile. you look wrecked. and all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms and comfort you like he used to.
"hey," he murmurs, stepping inside your apartment when you hesitantly take a step back to let him in. you close the door behind yourself when he's in, and when he approaches you, you're quick to avoid eye contact, choosing to glance down at your feet instead.
okay. ouch.
the second he realizes this, caleb's feet stay firmly planted on the ground. his heart beats uneasily in his chest, and he slowly brings down the hand he previously raised up to greet you with. he swallows the lump in his throat, now aware of how nervous he truly is.
"you look... rough."
you sigh softly, shrugging and shaking your head casually. you didn't want his pity.
"yeah. i've seen better days."
your response is short. clipped. uninterested. and caleb fucking hates that. his jaw clenches slightly, but he forces himself to remain calm, knowing he can't condemn you for being angry at him. these past few weeks haven't been the best for either of you.
"do you..." he pauses, and he decides to try again, taking a tentative step closer, holding out a hand for you to take. "want to talk about it?"
"no."
his soft expression falls slightly, the corners of his lips downturning into a slight frown. normally, he'd be understanding, but you're not even trying to converse with him. he's trying to make things right, goddamn it. why couldn't you see that? he lets out a slightly exasperated sigh, letting his hand fall back down to his side once again.
"look. i don't know what else you want from me. i'm trying, pips. i really, truly, am trying to make things right here, and youβ"
"i don't want anything from you," you scoff, your troubled (and slightly aggravated) expression meeting his. "i don't want anything today, i didn't want anything last week, and i didn't want anything the week before that."
your voice is tainted with a venom that stings his heart so terribly, it burns. you take a step closer without even realizing it, and caleb's expression becomes unreadable. he won't admit it, but your defiance hurts. it's only when your hands fly to your shirt to tug it off does he snap out of his thoughts.
"if you're here for the sex, let's just get it over with," you shake your head, shrugging the garment off your head and throwing it over to the couch. the sight of you in a bra and shorts so short they're a disgrace to the name itself is distracting, but your words are what truly catches his attention. "that's what you've been coming here for for the last few weeks, soβ"
his eyes widen slightly. and suddenly, his whole world stops. caleb feels angry, confused, conflicted, but most especially, hurt, that you think he's only using you for your body. caleb has been labeled as many things in his life; selfish, arrogant, humble, and insufferable. but he has never once been called an objectifier. and he'd rather die than hear it start from you.
"you think i'm here for the sex?" caleb hisses, his tone dark as he takes a step closer. but unlike earlier, you don't step away, you don't even flinch. you simply narrow your eyes at the audacity of his outburst, as if you don't believe him. and this irritates him to an impossible extent.
"i'm here because i love you! i love you so much, it hurts." his voice trembles slightly, and he reaches out to take both of your hands in his. surprisingly, you don't pull away. "i fucked up, okay?"
his shaky hands, large and soft, gently cup your face, and he inches closer, reverently running his thumb over your bottom lip, which trembles slightly in response. slowly, your gaze meets his. and his purple eyes, normally confident and fiery, are burning bright with an intensity that borders desperation.
"i should have never said all those hurtful things that night. i should have never told you work was more important than us, because it's not true. iβ" he swallows the lump in his throat, seemingly at a loss for words. and all you can do is stare back at him, eyes glossing over with tears and many words that have been left unsaid. "you mean the world to me. you are my world."
caleb lets out a shaky breath, his heart breaking into tiny pieces when he notices your teary eyes. and it takes everything in him not to follow suit. he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, feeling your warmth soothe him for only a moment.
"please," he's pleading now, in a breathy whisper that makes your knees weak. "let me make it up to you. believe it when i say you are so, so, important to me."
you bite your bottom lip at his desperate tone. a part of you wants to believe him. in this vulnerable state, he can't be lying. in fact, you know he's not lying. and though you want to forgive him, memories of bitter arguments and sleepless nights come flooding back to you.
you'd lost count of how many times he'd left you to lie in bed alone while he was off flying his jet to who knows where. it was infuriating, the way he'd come back home from a mission all scratched up and brushing it off like it was nothing. the way he'd deliberately steer the conversation away from said mission and what happened, as if he thought you couldn't handle the truth.
and perhaps he really did think that. if that were the case, he didn't do an excellent job at hiding it. getting stood up on dates for him to fill out paperwork back at the base grew tiring, and when you asked him simple questions, such why? or couldn't you have told me you were working late earlier? his defensiveness and quick wit accidentally slashed open some wounds that had yet to heal.
you endured it, foolishly thinking he'd change after arguments upon arguments. compromises, even, that never seemed to hold up at the end of the day. but after it became evidently clear that these arguments were to humor you, everything came toppling over. you ended things with him, and caleb had said some things that still constantly replay in your head like a broken record.
"then prove it," you breathe, your trembling voice no louder than a whisper. you allow yourself to reciprocate, closing your eyes as his shaky breath hits your face. and when you open your eyes, warm tears flow down your cheeks. "show me how important i am to you."
caleb slowly opens his eyes at your words, looking at your teary ones with a troubled expression before he laughs softly. but there's no humor in the sound at all. it's a laugh filled with pure disbelief, and he gently wipes your tears away from your face with his thumb.
"baby," he whispers, his hands gripping your face just a fraction tighter. "how can i show you if you won't let me?"
heβs right. and you want him to be wrong so bad, but youβve been pulling away as much as he tries to pull you closer. every atom of your body screams for you to be upset with him, deep down, you crave the warmth. you ache for it.
shaky hands cup his face, and caleb swears he can feel all his walls crumbling at your feet. he wants to show you, god, he wants to show you so desperately, he'd be okay if it was the last thing he ever did. but heβd never do anything you arenβt comfortable with.
βshow me,β you repeat, and the tremble in your voice doesnβt go unnoticed. βplease. show me youβve changed.β
caleb has changed, alright. heβs been a wreck ever since you two broke up. heβs unable to focus on fleet work, or during conferences. he almost crashed his jet last week, too, but he figures itβs not like youβd care if you told him, anyway. you cared too much, and he had forced you into the latter.
he gently strokes your cheeks with his thumbs, purple eyes glossy with emotion. they almost mirror yours, if not exactly if it werenβt for the fact his gaze shows regret. yours show hope.
because even after all this time convincing yourself you were done with him, you were far from that. and zeus himself would strike you down if you refused to admit how good he was in bed, and how you can't get off without him anymore. but you don't need to say anything. caleb already knows.
caleb brings his face closer, his gaze torn between yours and your lips. the feeling of your ragged breath on his skin sets his heart on fire with an undescribable ache. he hates seeing you so upset, but he hates the fact he's the reason much more. and maybe if things were okay, and maybe if you two weren't estranged lovers, he would kiss you in an instant and tell you that everything is alright.
his breath catches in his throat. then, he pulls away slightly.
your heart drops, but you say nothing, only looking up at him with those pleading eyes that caleb just can't say no to. he wants it just as bad.
he suddenly leans in, devoid of any fear, and his lips are on yours. they move with a certain hesitancy that you would normally hate, and yet here, it's sweet. tender. it makes you believe that maybe he has changed.Β
your hands slide to the back of his neck, tangling in the dark brown strands. his tongue swipes along the underside of your bottom lip, gently prodding for entrance. it's as if your lips part out of instinct, and you close your eyes as you moan softly. but you can't help it as one last tear falls from your cheek.
caleb pulls you closer, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. his hand travels along your back, and your arms lock themselves around his neck, as if afraid to let him go. his free hand, still cupping your face, finds its place on the back of your head, gently gripping your hair and tangling itself into the strands.
despite the earlier tension, he's the first one to pull away, but not for long. he leads a sloppy trail of kisses up your jaw, which makes your body arch up into his. he slowly trails his lips back down to yours, meeting you with a chaste kiss before moving down to your neck.
"i'm sorry," he breathes as he cups your ass, peppering kisses along the column of your throat. he's quick to take you up in his arms, and your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to the couch. "for everything."
he sets you on his lap as he sits down, and you surge forward, your hands cupping his face with an intensity that has him leaning back into the cushions. you didn't want a sorry. not now, anyway.
caleb's hands are all over you: your waist, your face, your back, your neck, your ass, and it makes you shiver slightly. the possessiveness in his touch never went away, and it's evident in the way he holds you like it's the last chance he'll ever get. your hands slide down to roam his chest in response, and he groans against the crook of your shoulder, muscles tensing under your touch.
"i don't believe you," you murmur against his lips. even through the lust swimming in his mind, your words hit him like a bag of bricks. he knows he has a lot of work cut out for him if he wants to make this work. he kisses up your throat, trying to distract himself from the growing ache in between his legs.
"then i'll spend every day trying to show youβ" he grunts, hands moving to your hips. "βhow fucking sorry i am."
his words, rough yet promising, sends a shiver down your spine, and it only serves to re-ignite the desire that pools in your lower belly. he nips at your pulse point and you gasp, throwing your head back to allow him more room.
caleb groans at the sight. you, half-naked in his lap, with your head thrown back. you're offering yourself to him in a way he never thought he'd be able to experience again. it's both terrifying and exhilarating, but he knows he'd be crazy if he didn't take the chance. his lips attack you once again, pressing hot-open-mouthed kisses along the underside of your jaw, down to your chin, and lower to your throat.
moaning softly, you place your hands around the back of his head, keeping him there. the heat that takes over your mind travels to your core, and you find yourself shifting your hips against his, desperate for friction.
he gasps in response, his cock aching against the confines of his boxers. large hands slide down along your waist to grip your hips, one hand going lower to rest on your backside, guiding your movements against him. the way you moan is so pretty, caleb thinks, and he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he had lost you, lost this forever.
you grind yourself against the tent in his pants with his guidance,Β flimsy sleep shorts doing nothing to hide the wet sounds your cunt makes. it's downright filthy, and caleb loves it. his lips trail all over your collarbone and in between the valley of your breasts before slowly dragging his tongue back up to your throat.
a whine escapes from your lips before you can stop yourself, and caleb's hungry gaze rakes up and down your form. lips parted, cheeks flushed, and absolutely gone. he does it again, dragging the wet muscle up to your jaw. you whimper, and the sound goes straight to his dick. he hums lowly in approval before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of your natural scent and the lust dripping off you like honey.
before he knows it, his hips are weakly thrusting up against yours, seeking the friction you want for yourself. his hands are quick to find the clasp of your bra, unclipping the hooks with practiced ease. he helps you shrug it off before he begins to draw a path of kisses down to your breasts.
when he takes a nipple into his mouth, you shudder, but your hands fly to unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper with haste. but before you can get too far, a hand wraps around your wrist gently.
"be patient, baby," he hums, bringing your wrist up to his mouth. he presses open-mouthed kisses along your forearm before releasing it, his hand finds its way back to your ass, pushing and pulling you against him. "i'll give everything to you. i promise."
you whine in protest, but his mouth is back on your nipple in an instant, and you gasp as he tweaks the other one with his fingers, arching into his touch to press more of the fat into his mouth. your hips are moving on their own accord now, and your cunt clenches around nothing.
it's embarrassing, really. you've only been at it for a few minutes, and you're already close, just by humping him like a dog.
"caleb, more," you pant, your breath ragged. "i needβ oh, fuckβ need more."
you plant your hands on the couch behind him for more leverage, and you moan, your legs starting to ache with the effort of trying to angle your clit against him just right.
with you on top, caleb is in heaven. his face is suffocated by your plush breasts, and he groans at the lewd whimpers that come out of your mouth. he slips his hands under your sleep shorts to fondle the fat of your ass before giving it a light smack, encouraging you to keep going. but he can't resist you for long. not when you're asking for it so nicely.
his hand stills you for a moment, and he lifts his hips up to drag his jeans down. you help him pull the garment off his thighs before they pool around his ankles. he kicks them off before sitting back down on the couch, and your hands move to slip your shorts down next.
before you can barely get them down your hips, caleb's arm wraps around your waist, turning you over and gently placing you on the couch, chest facing up. it's then that his hand slides down to your waist, pulling the thin garment off of you. he throws your shorts to the side before leaning down to kiss you deeply, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.
at the same time, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans at the contact. he breaks the kiss, lips trailing down your neck before he grabs your legs, pulling you into a sitting position and getting onto his knees in one fluid motion. you gasp, the sound quickly turning into a moan as he kisses down your stomach.
"you wanted more, right?" he growls against your heated skin, and the way your hands run through his hair makes his head spin. when you nod, he dips down lower, planting his hands on your knees.
"good," he hums, gently prying your legs open. "spread your legs, baby. let me taste you."
without waiting for a response, he's kissing down your inner thighs. it's sloppy, but he takes his time, nipping at the soft flesh until your legs are trembling with need. he seems to revel in the way you melt under his touch, and his lips make their way back up to your knee... then, back down again.
and while it's quite tempting to talk with that smart mouth of yours, any and all words that come out of your mouth are reduced to simple whines and moans as he gets impossibly closer to your cunt, the sensitivity increasing the lower down he goes. you'd handled worse pain, and yet this one could rival the worst of them all.
caleb continues to attack your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses. it's too good to be true, and at any given moment, you expect him to pull away, to keep you on the edge of mind-blowing pleasure. but he doesn't, and it's clear he intends to show you just how serious he is about making it up to you. his lips reach the edge of your panties, and he pauses for a moment.
you don't expect for him to kiss over the fabric but he does, gently pressing his lips to the damp spot that had formed in the lace while waiting for him. and when he presses a small kiss over your clit, his eyes locking on to your face to gauge your reaction, your body jumps in pleasure, a small moan escaping you as you bite your lower lip.
you want to scream at him to just take the stupid thing off, to bury his tongue so deep in you that you'll feel it for days.
and yet still, he continues his journey, moving away from the gusset of your panties to kiss up the inner thigh of your other leg slowly. all while his eye contact with you never falters, the need in your gut grows, and finally, you find the courage to complain.
"calebβ¦" you trail off, and the expression on your face is all he needs to understand that you're getting impatient. ever the tease, he says nothing, continuing his slow path along the insides of your legs. you ache for his mouth on you, but your pleas fall on deaf ears, even when you weakly try to tug at his hair.
"ah ah. patience," he chides, and you can only whine as he goes back to kissing your thighs, repeating the motions and trailing his lips back down closer to your core. you mutter something unintelligible, a phrase he can just barely make out as "...so unfair."
and perhaps it was. or maybe it wasn't. every scenario ended the same: with his head buried in between your thighs. he'd give it to you in due time.
finally, he reaches the edge of your panties again, this time the opposite side. he's finished teasing now, and he won't be playing around any longer. he presses another kiss to your center, still clothed, and he pauses for a moment, closing his eyes. without a second thought, he buries his face deep into your pussy, and takes a long whiff. then, an exhale.
you smelled like sin, and though caleb wasn't religious by any means, he'd gladly enter the gateway to hell if it meant this could be his final resting place.
he pulls away, but just slightly, as if it pains him to be away from you. he's still close enough that you can feel the warm breath of his skin, even underneath the fabric of your panties.
"you smell amazing," he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against your clothed clit once more. the way he talks makes you feel like he's in a trance, crazy and talking to himself. the friction, though light, makes you jump, and a whimper exits your parted lips. "i know you taste amazing, too."
he dips a finger underneath the gusset of your panties, running it down the rim before pulling back, looking up at you with a devilish expression. "let me keep 'em after, yeah?"
at this, you frown. how can one be so demanding and so teasing, then ask a favor like that?
"only if you stop teasing," you mutter. they were your favorite pair, too; black, lacy, and surprisingly comfortable. perfect for when you wanted to feel sexy on your lazy days. like hell if you were going to give it up just like that.
caleb simply scoffs, amused, before pulling away to press another light kiss to the side of your leg.
"yeah, right," he mumbles under his breath. teasing you was what he was made for. "never mind, then. keep it."
(he's just saying that. he knows he'll get you to agree by the end of the night.)
he presses your legs together and guides them upwards, hooking his fingers under the lace of your panties, and finally, finally, pulling them off. you lift your hips to assist him, and he swears he could cum right there in his pants when your legs are free of both holes, exposing yourself to him for what feels like the first time in forever.
the sight is a pretty one, that's for sure. you, with your legs spread, glistening cunt on display for him, and him only to see. he wants to have the image engraved into every nook and cranny of his brain.
even just thinking about having his tongue on you makes his mouth water.
meanwhile, you're staring at him, your gaze a mix of desire, confusion, and annoyance. you knew he liked to eat, but he's staring at you like you belonged in an art museum. while you appreciated the attention, you wanted to cum, and you wanted it now.
"caleb," you start, snapping him out of his trance. he looks up at you, gaze soft, and based on the annoyed look on your face, he knows he's in for an earful. but he doesn't mind. even when you're beneath him like this, spread out and vulnerable, you still have half the mind to knock some sense into him. it's cute.
"i swear, if you don'tβ ooooh, shit," you begin, but all thoughts of doing so fly out the window when his warm tongue drags across your slit, collecting every drop of your essence you have to offer.
your hands fly to his hair, but when you open your eyes, he's looking at you with that same boyish smirk that he always has. he looks down at the erotic sight before him, and he brings a hand up to your cunt, massaging your aching clit with all three of his thick fingers. you can't help but whine, grinding your hips against his hand as he does so.
"you were saying?" he hums, as if daring you to say more. but, of course, your voice is too busy occupied making those beautiful sounds for him, and you only offer a glare in response, your eyes fluttering shut when he circles your sensitive nub with his index finger - the lightest of touches. "go on, baby. say it. what's on your mind?"
"iβ" you begin, only finding half of a sensible braincell to respond. but the way his finger slides down to tease your entrance before slipping in with ease indicates that he'd rather you not say anything at all. "oh!"
he groans at the sight of you, so quick to submit at the slightest touch. you were hot and tight around his fingers, and he had expected nothing less from you. he could only imagine how much better it would be if it were his cock inside you instead, squeezing him deliciously tight. he was convinced he wouldn't last five minutes inside of you.
"fuck," he groans, and the way you clench around his finger has him intake a sharp breath. he looks at the erotic sight, finger knuckle-deep inside your cunt. "your pretty pussyβs so desperate, suckinβ me in.β
caleb tentatively pulls back his finger before pushing back in, as if to test the waters, and when you whimper at the loss of contact, he brings his mouth to his thumb, coating the digit with his saliva before pressing it against your clit. βhow long have you been neglecting her for, huh? sheβs drenched.β
for a while now, you want to reply, as work has taken up too much of your time. that, and the fact that he always fucks you so good. so good to the point where you physically cannot make yourself cum anymore. you were getting tired of your sex toys, and you were sure they were tired of you, too.
at your lack of a real answer (since you only responded in broken moans), he simply hums in mock disapproval before letting his middle finger join his index inside of you.
"should've just came to me, y'know," caleb mutters, eyes never leaving yours as he begins to curl his fingers, searching for that spongy spot inside of you that he knows will drive you wild. "would've taken care of her," a pause. "of you."
he watches your face intently and takes in every slight twitch of your brow, the way your eyes flutter when he presses up against a particularly sensitive spot, even the way you swallow a lump that forms in your throat before your lips part with a moan.
but it's when you groan, eyes clamped shut, when he realizes he'd found your g-spot. the pads of his fingers experimentally press up against the wet tissue, as if to affirm, and you reply with another whimper, your head falling limp to rest on your shoulder. you open your eyes, heavy and lidded with lust, and he looks up to glance at your face, as if to ask: here?
"yeah," you breathe, struggling to get a coherent word out when he begins to finger-fuck you, curling up against your g-spot in a rhythm that makes you go crazy. his digits are long, thick, and they were nothing compared to your slender ones. "yeah, right there."
he replies with a chaste nod, humming softly in response, as if he were pleased with himself. his free arm wraps around your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles along the smooth skin. it's almost like he's trying to ground you to him, to remind you that he's here, and he's real. and that he's yours. no matter what stood between you two, he would always be yours.
"that's it. there's my girl," he croons, pressing his cheek to the side of your inner thigh. "relax. let me make you feel good."
he replaces his thumb with his mouth, his lips latching onto your puffy clit and giving it the attention it needs. he sucks softly, earning your hands in his hair, and another whine from your pretty lips.
he eats you out like he's starved and fingers you with the intensity of a man on a mission. the way he makes out with your clit, tongue swirling and flicking it back and forth, has you keeling with pleasure, your hands making knots in his dark brown hair. caleb has always been good with his tongue, but something about now feels different.
perhaps it's because you've been purposely shutting him out (and in turn, neglecting yourself) or some other reason, but you can't quite put your finger on it. all you know is that it feels fucking heavenly, and you might just cry if he stops now.
his fingers continue to stimulate those parts deep inside of you, and he drags his tongue down lower to tease your entrance. the bridge of his nose rubs up against your clit just right, having you writhing in his grasp.
"fuuuck," you let out a broken whine, keeping your hands pressed around the back of his head. with this leverage, you grind your clit on his nose as he continues to drag his tongue up and down your slit. "fuckβ that's so good."
one particular thrust of his fingers has you seeing stars, and you clamp down on him, hard. he groans, pulling out, just for him to shove his fingers back inside of you, scissoring his digits as he goes deeper.
"taste fuckin' amazing," he mumbles, his wet lips latching back onto your clit. even as your back bows off of the couch cushions, he pays no mind to you, devouring you like you're his last meal. he licks your sensitive nub sensually, dragging his tongue over and over it a few times before changing up his rhythm, flicking over it rapidly.
you feel yourself fluttering around his fingers, the tight coil in your stomach beginning to unravel. you let your head fall back against the cushions, running your hands through his hair desperately for some sort of stability. but the orgasm in your lower belly builds up fast, and you whine, your hips moving of its own accord against his mouth and fingers.
"close," you're able to gasp out, your eyes flashing shut as another moan tears through your throat. caleb doubles down on his efforts, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace while his tongue flicks over your clit in the rapid motion he knows you love. he hums against your slick skin in approval, which sends a shiver down your spine.
his free hand grips your thigh, possessively squeezing the flesh while keeping you open for him. and when you let out a broken whimper, the sound you only ever make when you're that desperate, he knows you're right there.
"give it to me, pips," he breathes, dragging his tongue over your clit again. "cum on my tongue. come on, baby."
his permission is all you need to let go. with one more thrust of his fingers, you're screaming with pleasure, your cunt clamping down on him hard. your orgasm comes in waves, and caleb guides you through each one, his tongue and fingers not letting up until he's sure you've come down from your high.
when he slowly pulls out his fingers, he climbs over your spent body, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, letting you taste yourself, and you whine softly, hands carding into his hair once more.
his arms wrap around your waist, and suddenly he's picking you up like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist, holding onto him tight as he guides you two to the bedroom.
he pushes the door closed with his foot and sets you down on the mattress, burying his face into the crook of your neck. he peppers your face with kisses, gently stroking the back of your head.
"you okay?" he murmurs, his lips finding your forehead. "was that too much?"
"no," you shake your head, and your hands claw at his chest before sliding up to his shoulders. he still has his shirt on, and you begin to pull it off the broad expanse of his back. he helps you shrug it off, and your hand wraps around the dog tag dangling from around his neck.
even after all this time, he hasn't taken it off; a testament of his love for you.
you gently tug him closer by the chain, and his breath hitches slightly as the tips of your noses touch. he can see every beautiful feature and imperfection in your face, the imperfections that makes you you.
"need you to fuck me, caleb," you mumble, your breathing and words hazy. his eyes widen slightly in response, like he'd just opened a door he hadn't meant to open, but stays quiet. "fuck me like you mean it."
his lips part slightly. whether it was to say something or to kiss you until you were breathless, he wasn't sure. but as he looks into your eyes, he sees no signs of hesitation. caleb nods briefly before pulling away, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
"okay," he murmurs in reply, his lips lingering on your forehead as he closes his eyes. "okay, baby. whatever you want."
his shaky hands pull down his boxers with haste, and he grips himself with one hand, the other coming to rest on the mattress beside your head as he leans down just inches away from your face. he groans, stroking himself a couple of times before looking back up to meet your gaze.
"see how hard i am?" he breathes heavily, and when you nod, biting your lower lip, caleb can feel himself twitch in his hand. "that's all because of you."
slowly, he guides himself to your entrance, biting back a moan when he rubs his leaking tip over your aching clit. you're so sensitive, and it drives him crazy. he can only imagine how much you'll be begging for it once he's inside of you.
he drags the tip of his cock down your aching cunt agonizingly slow, and it evokes a needy whine from your throat. he leans down to press his forehead against yours, murmuring words of affection, like "i know, baby," or "deep breaths," before he finally, finally pushes inside of you.
the two of you groan in unison when he bottoms out, sinking into your velvety walls. you're hot and tight around him, and he has to take a moment to pause and contain himself before he came too early like an inexperienced teenager.
"fuck," he groans, his face buried in your hair. "you feel so good."
"move," you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck. your grip tightens involuntarily, and your eyes squeeze shut at the uncomfortable sensation. he's so fucking big, and taking him doesn't get any easier. "please move."
he nods briefly, pulling out before pushing back in with a shallow thrust. he repeats the action before coming to a slow, steady pace, doing nothing to conceal the inaudible grunts that escape his lips.
he fucks soft moans from out of your lips with each thrust. it's music to his ears, but caleb can't go slow anymore. he's never been able to just "go slow" when it came to you.
he picks up the pace, and you whine as his tip kisses your cervix again and again. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills your ears, nails raking down his back at the change of pace. it feels amazing, and any words you attempt to say come out in broken moans.
"there you go," caleb moans, propping himself up on one elbow. with his free hand, he reaches down in between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tandem with his thrusts. "feel it. feel how good i make you."
you feel it. in fact, you feel caleb everywhere. you feel him on your hips, in your hair, on your lips. his hands are roaming your body, his cock is inside you, and yet the greedy side of you wants more. gasping as he rubs your clit, you clench around him at the new sensation while your nails make crescent indents in his pale skin.
he groans at the delicious sting, letting his primal urges take over. he can't conceal them, especially not when you're whining in his ear for him to go "faster--!"
"fuck, baby," he groans, his hips slamming into yours faster. the pace is harder, faster, and it has you moaning with pleasure, eyes clamped shut. "so tight."
his hands fly to your hips, and you see stars as he hits your g-spot repeatedly. your legs lock tightly around his waist, holding on for dear life. you're already so close again, and you're not sure how much longer you're going to last.
"so-o-good, caleb," you choke out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rubs your clit faster. the sight of you, cockdrunk in his arms, has him groaning with need, his hips picking up the pace as his forehead drops to rest against your shoulder. "fuck-- fuck, fuck! yes!"
"needy girl," he grunts, his lips attacking your jaw. "let go, baby. i'm right here."
you dig your teeth into your bottom hip as he fucks you with renewed vigor. the speed at which he hammers into your g-spot hurts, but it hurts so good, and you can't get enough.
"yeah-- yeah, 'm close," you cry, and your hands scramble for purchase wherever they can, your fingers wrapping around his forearms. he removes his hand from your clit to grab both of your wrists, pushing it above your head. you gasp at the sudden action, but your eyes lock, the intensity of it making your cunt flutter uncontrollably around him.
"fuuuck," he groans, his free hand coming down to steady himself on your hip. "gonna fill this pussy right up. you want that?"
you nod feverishly, mouth parted in a silent "o" of pleasure as he fucks you closer to orgasm. he removes his hand from your hip, running his thumb over your bottom lip before coaxing it into your mouth, moaning in approval as your lips close around the digit.
it's not long before you're fluttering around his cock, your mouth making sounds that are borderline pornographic. he knows you're close, and his hips falter in their pace as he feels you clamp down on him hard.
"cum f'me," caleb commands, his voice low and ragged as he feels the tingling sensation in his stomach build up rapidly. "come on. cum on this cock, baby."
one last thrust is all it takes for you to cum hard. you cry out his name, your voice broken and loud. your back arches off the bed, your fingernails digging into his skin as your orgasm hits you like a trust. your legs press into his sides, and your whole body tenses up as you ride out your release.
you're tight, too tight, and it's almost enough to push him over the edge. he keeps up the pace for a moment longer before he groans, his pace stuttering before he finally comes to a halt, releasing deep inside of you.
caleb's grip on your hips relax, but he holds you tightly as you gasp for air beneath him. you feel completely boneless as you absentmindedly run your hands through his hair, the post-sex clarity kicking in.
there were too many things to talk about. but you're so tired that you'd rather sort things out tomorrow.
besides, the most important thing is out of the way: you still want him back as badly as he wants you back. but still, it makes your heart pound with uncertainty.
caleb's mouth trails along your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses to your skin. you sigh softly in response, running your hands through his hair. he pulls away not long after to gently pull out of you, collapsing to your side. he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.
despite this, it's as if he can read your mind. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, pulling the sweat-stained sheets over your bodies before he speaks.
"what's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, pipsqueak?" he asks, his voice raw from moaning. you simply shake your head, pursing your lips for a moment before deciding to respond.
"it's nothing," you insist, your voice (way more wrecked than his) no louder than a whisper. you turn around in his arms so that your back is pressed against his chest, and he turns to lie on his side to hold you more comfortably.
he seems to realize that "nothing" actually means you're thinking about earlier. he lets out a small sigh before he rubs his hand along your side soothingly.
"we can talk about it tomorrow, if you'd like," he pauses. and when you don't respond, he continues. "but i did mean it when i said i still loved you."
you loved him, too. how could you not?
but your heart aches, both with need, and fear. you need him just as bad as the air you need to breathe. despite that, how could you be so sure he wasnβt just going to dump you on the side of the road again when something in the fleet came up?
no. caleb promised. caleb never breaks promises. you swallow the lump in your throat before you make your final decision.
βi love you, too. i never stopped loving you,β you murmur in reply, and calebβs heart flutters. he knew under all your stubbornness was a heart just as soft as his.Β
his grip on you tightens, and he presses a kiss to the top of your shoulder.Β
βiβll change, baby,β he breathes, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder. and that, he swears to you. βi promise, iβll change.β
you close your eyes, the fatigue catching up to you. but his promise soundsβ¦ promising enough. but really, your sleep-deprived brain couldnβt care less about what heβs saying.
thereβs a moment of silence between the two of you. caleb continues to absentmindedly run his hands over your side, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex that emanates off of your skin. then, he speaks.
βsoβ¦β he quips. βyour panties. can i keep them?β
you groan halfheartedly. maybe caleb hadnβt changed at all. but at this point, you donβt care. you really donβt.
βyeah. whatever.β
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tags: 18+ MDNI, unprotected/rough sex, creampie, dirty talk (praise), squirting, use of pipsqueak/pips, caleb uses his robotic hand to pleasure you... who said that omg. caleb and mc (you) are nasty freaks
SYNOPSIS: caleb breaks the headboard! and it's not the first time he's done it!
a/n: happyyyy kinktoberrrr omg. sorry for being gone for so long assignments are constantly being shoved up my ass. but this first post to kick off my little kinktober series is inspired by a tiktok from @/kokocuntt saying caleb's bionic arm would break the headboard and i so agree LMAOO. i haven't written smut in a while so don't come for me if it sucks cheeks. if this flops im never ever posting smut on this account again mark my words
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the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin is so obscene, but it's the least of everything around you that consumes your senses. caleb towers over your shaking form, locking you into a mean mating press. your knees just barely reach the sides of your head, and he's so deep inside of you, you swear you can feel him all the way in your stomach.
"fuck, baby," he hisses, and he groans when you clamp around him, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. "you're squeezin' me so tight. is my dick that good? hm?"
his right hand reaches in between your legs, playing with your poor, oversensitive clit. the feeling of his cold, metal thumb against your heated skin has you arching your back in pleasure, moaning as if your life depended on it.
"oh, fuuuck," you whine, nails digging into his forearms. it's a weak effort to compose yourself, but it's weak for a reason. it doesn't work. "yeah-- so good-- harder! fuck me harder, caleb!"
he obliges, left hand coming up to hold the backs of your knees while his right hand grips the headboard. caleb pistons his hips faster, harder, and the tip of his cock hammers that gummy spot deep inside of you again, and again, and again--
"yeahhh, that's it," he drawls, and he bows his head down slightly before spitting directly on top of where you two are connected, his spit acting as lubricant combined with your slick. "take it, pipsqueak. i know you can."
your eyes flutter shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip as another scream tears from your throat. your greedy hole sucks him in for more each time he pulls out, and it's almost pathetic, the way he can quite literally fuck these embarrassing sounds out of you so easily.
his thumb is back on your clit in an instant, rubbing the sensitive bud rapidly. the coil in your stomach tightens, and so does your grip on his forearm. he grunts at the delicious sting of your manicured nails digging into his skin, and it only motivates him to fuck you with a renewed vigor. your cunt flutters around him uncontrollably, and he knows it's only a matter of time before you're cumming all over him for what seemed like the hundredth time this night.
"oooh, shiiit," you cry out, mouth agape with pleasure. "right there-- right there, baby! 'm so close!"
he moans against your neck, tongue desperately dragging along the column of your throat to drink in the essence of your sweat. it sends shivers down your spine, and you're quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep him there.
"i know, baby," he coos, his voice soothing even through the heavy breathing and harsh grunts. caleb trails open-mouthed kisses along your jaw before tilting his head to press his cheek against yours. "you're so close. i can feel it."
with him in close proximity, he removes his hand from your clit and scoops your head up, cradling you close to his chest. your legs rest on top of his shoulders, and you whine as you hold onto him for dear life.
even in moments like these, he's always so gentle with you, and it only serves to turn you on more, if that was even possible. you're so wet that you can feel your fluids drip down all the way to your ass, and your throat is already sore from moaning so much. but with caleb inside of you, your mind is clouded with lust, and all you can think about is more, more, more.
he hits the spot that makes you gasp for air, and you clamp down on him, hard, which makes him groan in response.
"fuuuck. stop doing that," he hisses, his grip on the headboard tightening slightly. "gonna make me cum before you. i can't have that happening."
"i--" you try to respond, but you're cut off by a whine in a voice that sounds an awful lot like yours. caleb leans back, removing his hand from your head. he pushes your legs further down, allowing him to fuck you deeper, and you're right there, teetering on the edge. "oh my god, i'm cumming--!"
the second those words come out of your mouth, caleb makes it his mission to get you to tip over in record time. his hips piston in and out of you faster, and his thumb returns to your clit, flicking over it with an intensity that can only be described as painful.
"yeah, good girl," he pants, the praise rolling off his tongue like honey. "cum for me. cum all over this fuckin' cock."
you're gone the second he gives you permission. your orgasm is like a tidal wave washing over you, a strangled cry escaping your lips. the way he's flicking your clit makes your toes curl, and you're so overstimulated that you can't tell when one wave of pleasure starts and when another wave of pleasure ends.
"ohmygod-- caleb--!" you cry out, and in an instant, you're squirting all over his cock, your fluids staining his lean stomach and dripping onto the sheets. he lets out a loud, sinful groan at the sight, and the sight of you spraying everywhere sends him over the edge, too.
"fuck, pips," he gasps, his pace speeding up slightly. "you're so beautiful-- fuck, this pussy's so perfect-- shiiiittt."
caleb's hips stutter, and with one last, jerky thrust, he cums hard, his hot load filling you up and leaking out of your weak hole. he's still thrusting weakly inside of you as he groans, riding out his orgasm, when--
crack.
his eyes (and yours) immediately open, and you look up to see a handful of wood in between his metal fingers. your boyfriend had just broken your fucking headboard.
caleb's eyes widen slightly, and he slowly retracts his fingers, the wiring of the machine humming softly in response. reflexively, his left arm hovers over your face as if to shield you from splinters. he flexes his metal digits, and you turn your head to see the damage done.
the break is clean, and almost comical; you can see the clear indents of his hand from how hard he didn't know he was clutching the wood. from below, you can see caleb swallow the lump forming in his throat, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement. he know's he's in deep trouble.
with a sheepish smile, he glances down at your adorably flushed, annoyed face.
"...oops."
you frown. oops?
"you," you breathe, chest still heaving from your explosive orgasm. "are such an idiot."
your tone is exasperated, albeit playfully. your hands fall from around his shoulders, and you reach out one of your arms to touch the now splintered headboard. caleb's quick to lightly wrap his hand around your wrist, and the feeling of cool metal on your skin makes you shiver slightly.
getting the message, you bring your hand back down, instead settling for a playful, yet affectionate ruffle of his hair. he winces, a dramatic gesture from him, but does nothing to stop you.
"yeah. but i'm your idiot," he corrects. it's his turn now, and he brushes a disheveled strand of hair away from your face before running his fingers through the strands and ruffling it up completely. you whine in protest, swatting his hand away, and he chuckles softly.
"you owe me another headboard. this is the third time this year."
his smile softens, and he playfully rolls his eyes before gently pulling out of you, rolling over and collapsing onto the sheets in the small space next to you.
"yeah, yeah," he replies dismissively with a wave of his hand. ironically, it's the hand he broke the headboard with, and your eyes narrow slightly at his audacity.
"i know the drill, babe. just don't be surprised when i break that one, too."
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cw: fluff, established relationship (dating), a tad bit of cursing, jealous!caleb
a/n: OKAY i lied. i wasss going to post yesterday but i lowkey almost fell asleep while writing so i gave up. i wasn't gonna post today either bc i was running short on time, but i did promise i would post, so this is unfortunately a very, very old draft. it was going to be a post also including zayne and sylus, but i never finished zayne's part, hence why this was never posted (lmk if you want those posted). again, this is a filler, so if it doesn't do well i'll delete it in the morning. but tomorrow will be something new. i promise </3
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free days with caleb were meant to be cherished, because that either meant he had an upcoming mission, an open spot in his otherwise busy schedule, or a bad omen that meant he would be completely booked the next couple of months. more often than not, it's the first and third option.
of course, you understood. being a colonel had its drawbacks as much as it did perks, and not once have you ever questioned or shamed him for it. if this was what he wanted to pursue you'd support him, just like you always do.
but sometimes, caleb just has an itch. an itch that really won't go away unless he sees you, his lovely girlfriend. and as bad as he is at keeping secrets, especially when it's from you, he'd been planning this for a while. he'd come and see you on a friday (a day both of you are supposed to be at work), surprise you with a crap ton of gifts, and crash for the weekend.Β
in fact, he's already inside your apartment by the time you pull into the parking lot (you had given him a set of spare keys a few months into the relationship). he tidied your place to the best of his abilities, set out an array of snacks on the coffee table, complete with your favorite streaming service already hooked up onto the tv, and he even stopped by the grocery store to make your favorite. braised chicken wings.
caleb gets the notification that you arrived home on his phone, and his heart beats a little faster, just like it always does when he sees you. he feels quite proud of himself for setting all of this up under your nose, and he gives himself a mental pat on the back for remembering to turn off his location. last time he tried to pull a surprise welcome on you, he was so excited that he forgot to turn off his location. so when you returned home later that night, with full knowledge that your boyfriend was in your apartment, you played along until your sarcastic remarks became too sarcastic. and that's when he realized you were just pulling his strings.
his heart thuds faster and faster, mimicking the sounds of your footsteps getting louder the further you walk down the corridor. an absentmindedly giddy smile makes its way onto caleb's face when he thinks about your reaction to his presence. god, he can't wait to see the adorable expression on your face when heβ
"...yeah, for sure!" your voice rings out from the hallway. "see you monday, xavier."
wait.
who the hell was xavier?
caleb's heart drops to his ass. not that you'd have reason to cheat, of course, but still, his mind immediately resorts to the worst of the worst: have i been too busy? did she leave me for someone who actually has time for her? am i not good-looking enough for her? is he better in bed than me? no, that's impossibleβ
the doorknob begins to twist open, and caleb quickly scrambles to sit on the couch in an attempt to act normal, when heβs far from that. with his back straight, shoulders a little too poised, and his hands sitting neatly on his lap, he plasters a grin on his face the second you walk through the door. the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, but the sight shocks you. wasn't caleb supposed to be at work today? regardless, you hastily hang your coat on the coat rack, all too eager to welcome him in your embrace.
"caleb?" you grin, failing to notice the slight fluctuations in his usual demeanor. he gives you an affirming nod in response before getting up from the couch to meet him halfway. the two of you share an embrace, and he feels like home. but he also feels oddly tense, the way he hugs you a tad bit too tight, his nose lingering in your hair for just a moment too long. you pull away, unable to perform a successful read on him. when caleb gets like this, it's especially frustrating; he closes himself off and insists he's fine, when he's clearly not.
trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, you say nothing. when your eyes meet, his gaze softens, his left hand coming up to stroke the back of your head. leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead, he murmurs, "surprise."
giggling, you nod. and at that, caleb feels a hint of pride stroking his ego. he bet xavier couldn't make you laugh the way he does.
"surprised i am," you affirm, and you pull away, but just slightly, to glance at the colorful array of snacks laid out on the coffee table behind him. a plethora of shows and movies light up the television, and you snap your head back to look at him, trying to gauge whatever he's planning. but though his purple eyes are looking directly at your face, he's not completely here with you. you don't push it, assuming he'd tell you when the time was right. slightly impressed, you speak again, but not before hesitating for a split second.
"what's all this for?" you ask as you glance around your apartment, and of course, you definitely don't miss how the house reeks of your favorite food, braised chicken wings. they were here somewhere. caleb smiles, amused, and he's quick to reply.
"do i need a reason to pamper my girlfriend for the weekend?" he asks, leading you to sit on the couch next to him. you take a seat, and he leans back, looking at the tv before looking back at you. he smiles, the expression hardening just slightly. "i didn't think so. not unless you'reβ¦" a pause. his fingers absentmindedly drum on his knee before he shrugs. "...busy."
the way he says it is casual. too casual, and if you actually were busy this weekend, it would have felt like a stab to the gut. your brows furrow slightly, but you shake your head.
"well, i'm not," you reply, placing your hands in your lap. you notice how his fingers tap the edge of his knee, a habit he had picked up on when he was deep on thought. you reach over to place a reassuring hand on the opposite knee. "and even if i was, i would choose spending time with you over anything."
this, he knew for a fact, was true. he'd lost count of how many times you had ditched your meetings or had tara fill in for you during operations just so you could accomodate him. and as much as he wanted to do the same for you, he couldn't. he suddenly doesn't remember why he was so jealous in the first place; you were willing to do all these things for him with no hesitation, a clear sign of your devotion. but sometimes his emotions get the best of him, and he truly can't help it. caleb realizes this now, and his eyes soften slightly when he glances down at his knee to see your hand perched on it. why does he all of a sudden feel guilty? in an attempt to brush his thoughts away, he nods, placing a hand on top of yours before gently prying your grip away from his knee.
"yeah. you're right," caleb mutters, abruptly standing up from his seat. he makes a beeline to the kitchen, and your gaze follows him first before you decide to get up, hesitantly trailing behind him. he holds out a plate of braised chicken wings, but even your pleased expression isn't enough to get him back to normal.
"you hungry?" he asks, but before you can even respond, he's already moving to grab a plate from the dishwasher, fixing up a plate for you. he hands the portion to you with an overly enthusiastic kick in his movements, and you blink for a moment before reluctantly accepting the plate. "i'm sure you've had a loooong day. eat up, i made a lot, andβ oh! do you want something to drink? water, tea, soda, juice? here, i'll, uh, go and grβ"
"caleb!"
he's digging in the fridge for a drink by the time you call out his name a tad bit louder than you had intended it to be, and he slowly raises his head just enough to meet your gaze. the plate of wings had been set down on the table, and you rest your elbows on the island counter as you glare at him from across the kitchen.
"calm down. are you okay?"
"iβ i'm fine, pips!" he shakes his head, plastering on a smile as he returns to you with a bottle of water in his hands. when he slides the water over to you, an unconvinced look on your face, he knows he has two options: come clean, or convince more. and of course, he chooses the latter. "justβ¦ excited to see you, is all."
you don't buy it. your brows pull together slightly as you examine him, and each second of silence that passes by feels like an eternity. his smile falters when he realizes you're not buying his bullshit excuse, and slowly, he swallows the lump in his throat, making his adam's apple bob with the motion. and once you see that, you just know he's lying.
"don't lie to me."
caleb's expression goes from overly enthusiastic to slightly defeated, and when he lets out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, his shoulders sag slightly. on one hand, he feels guilty for making such a big deal out of a scenario he doesn't know the full story of. but on the other hand, his possessiveness rears its ugly head. he deserves to know. he is your boyfriend, after all. and when he speaks, his tone is softer now, and quieter than it had been before.
"who's xavier?"
your eyes widen slightly at the name of your colleague, but part of you is relieved it wasn't anything terrible. your gaze softens, and you reply, but not before letting out an amused scoff. you realize he had most likely overheard your conversation with him before you entered the apartment, and you can tell where this conversation is going.
"babe, that's my co-worker. xavier and i go on missions together, and he's the reason i return home in one piece. he's also my neighbor, so we carpool."
oh.Β
now, caleb feels (and probably) looks like an idiot. his cheeks flush slightly, the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment. but before he can reply, you grin, and he knows he's not going to hear the end of this for a very long time.
"wait. are you jealous?"
"iβ no." he stammers, scratching the back of his neck "i was justβ¦ curious."
you can't help but laugh. you find his denial adorable, and though you'd rather die than admit it (because you know he'll get all cocky about it), a part of you likes this side of him. despite the fact you two rarely get to see each other, it's clear he still cares about you very deeply.
you walk around the island to meet him on the other side, taking your hands in his.Β
"he knows i'm with you. so one of these daysβ¦β you trail off, leaning closer. the gesture is both teasing and seductive. βyou might have to thank him for keeping me safe."
at this, caleb chuckles softly. you're right; with your reckless tendencies, it's a miracle you're still alive. and the fact that somebody is willing to watch over you while he's gone warms his heart. when you lean in to kiss him, he meets you halfway, and that's the moment he realizes that one of these days, he really does have to thank xavier for watching over his stubborn girlfriend.
but maybe not now. with the way your lips are moving against his? definitely not now.
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NEW POST (hopefully) DROPPING TONIGHT π. sorry for the wait. iβve been bombarded with so many assignments and exams recently and i havenβt actually written something for like a week and a half (recent zayne post was a v old draft). dw though iβve been thinking about fic ideas throughout the week so you guys will be fed well soon enough.
soooo since kinktober is very soon i was considering participating? π€ idk tho cuz writing smut is very 50/50 for me, sometimes it flows naturally and sometimes it takes me a million years to write one action.
if i did tho, iβd be pumping out one freaky fic per week instead of the usual every day (starting with a when did you get soβ¦ hot? sequel which i know some of yβall have been waiting for). then iβm thinking something about zaynes myth bc everybodyβs going crazy over the fact that bro is a backshot god. for the last few fics iβm not sure yet but iβll figure it out.
comments? ideas? questions? concerns? lmkkkk. i love hearing from you guys
tags: zayne x fem!reader, established relationship (married), pregnancy
a/n: guys please my writers block is kicking my ass rn and all i have to offer is this shitty draft that got no attention the first time i posted it. is it bc y'all hate zayne? </3 what's going awnnn. anyways late birthday present for my snowman and a last minute filler for y'all. week has been hectic but i'll start pumping out new things asap
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people always say that time flies fast, and yet as you watch the clock, ticking rhythmically with every second passed, time is moving agonizingly slow.
tick. tock. tick. tock.
you bite your lip. it's dark in zayne's home, as it always is, but he says that the constant presence of you around makes his days brighter. he's coming home late because of work, as per usual. it's a good thing this time around, because it allowed you to prepare the house for a small celebration. his birthday celebration.
yet as you sit on the couch, his gift in hand, your heart fluctuates. your hand closes into a tight-balled fist around the pregnancy test subconsciously, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. he'll be happy, you were sure of it. but that doesn't make things any less nerve-wracking.
but when you hear a set of keys shake the doorknob gently, you're quick to stand up, shoving the test into your back pocket before taking your place at the kitchen island, where the tabletop is already neatly lined with small portions of his favorite dishes.
the sound of a few bags being dropped onto the floor is followed by a tired sigh. zayne's had a long day at work, as usual, but seeing your face by the end of it makes things worth it.Β
however, it's dark in the house. and quiet. too quiet, if you ask him, and he already knows something's up. the corners of his lips twitch up in an inevitable smile, and he braces himself before turning on the kitchen lights.
zayne was never one for theatrics. he kept to himself often times, and did things quickly and efficiently. he doesn't have time for outings, or celebrations, and rarely treats himself.
that is, until you came into his life.
and he doesn't realize how much more brighter you make his days until recently. it doesnβt matter if youβve left a spare sock lying on his couch, or saved him leftovers from the experimental dinner you had cooked the night before. in his monochromatic house, where all he saw is black and white, now all he sees is you.
even on his birthday, all he sees, is indefinitely you.
how could he not? his home is littered in confetti (which he knows will be a pain to clean up), and the words βhappy birthdayβ are intricately written on a banner that hangs low above the kitchen island. but the most beautiful sight of all is his wife, greeting him a happy birthday with that goofy smile he loves.
βsurprise!β you grin, meeting his gaze.. βhappy birthday, zayne.β
despite the fatigue of the day, he manages a tired yet affectionate smile as he approaches you, shrugging off his coat and draping it over the armrest of the couch.
without warning, you pull him into a hug, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. it takes him a moment, but soon, strong arms wrap around your waist, returning the favor. he sighs, inhaling your scent. you smelled nice. you smelled like home.
βsurprise indeed,β he hums, looking up for a moment to observe how you decorated the kitchen. βbut you didnβt have to, my love.β
you shake your head as you pull away, already rummaging through the cupboards above you to set the dining table. an inch too short, you push yourself off of the ground with the balls of your feet to reach the plates. but zayne's already behind you, reaching for the stack of fine china with ease.
"of course i had to--" you pause, giving up with your struggle. the hem of your shirt had ridden up a bit too far, and you're quick to pull it down, concealing the secret in your back pocket. "it's your birthday. and that's already enough reason to celebrate."
your husband simply lets out a soft hum as he walks to the dining table, setting forks and spoons next to the two plates with utmost precision.
"i suppose so," he nods, entertaining your train of thought. he walks back to the kitchen to move the dishes of food onto the table. the plates are still warm, and the tantalizing smell of his favorite portions makes his mouth water. "but it's only the two of us, is it not? is there another guest coming over that i am not aware of?" he raises an eyebrow.
you know he's just teasing, but that was so not funny. if only he knew about the guest growing in your stomach, you think to yourself.
"no," you shake your head, managing a giggle at his comment. you help him, bringing the last of the dishes from the kitchen to the dining table. "but i figured you deserved an extravagant dinner. plus, now i have your lunch prep planned out for the week."
zayne raises his eyebrows at that last part. "point taken," he nods, and he pulls out a chair for you to sit down first before taking his own seat across from you.
the two of you are silent for a moment. he eyes you curiously from across the table, and you begin to help yourself to a generous serving of mashed potatoes and pot roast (carrots excluded). zayne was always too perceptive for his own good, and you were afraid that if you stopped for even a second, he'd already have figured you out.
his eyes flicker down to the spoons you use to fix your plate, then to your plate itself. your dinner was a portion too big for what you normally eat, he notes, but he says nothing.
"how was work?" you ask softly, your voice piercing through the quiet atmosphere. zayne glances at you while he fixes his plate, his portions more balanced out than yours. you ask this question during dinner every night, so it's a routine he's quite used to. but he knows your body language all too well, and he knows this goes deeper than just trying to make small talk.
regardless, he gives in. he knows that if there's something that needs to be said, you'll tell him when the time is right.
"it was fine," he replies coolly. "busy, as usual. but the hospital admitted a new patient today. she reminded me of you."
your eyebrows raise slightly, but you shove a spoonful of equal parts mash and pot roast into your mouth before speaking, covering the lower half of your face with your hand as you swallow.
"really? how?"
zayne's gaze turns thoughtful, absentmindedly picking at the food on his plate while he recalls the events of today.
"she's only ten years old, to start, but she acts exactly how you did when you were younger," he hums, pausing to eat a small portion of mashed potatoes. "bright, optimistic..."
he trails off. there's a hint of mirth in his eyes, and he hesitates to say this last part. it'll either result in a laugh or a scolding.
"and rather stubborn."
you frown. between the two of you, zayne was always the sophisticated, type-a person. you were very much type-b. not that he minded, of course; it's what made you, you. but that doesn't mean he didn't tease you about it.
"i am not stubborn," you insist. "i'm determined."
he chuckles softly. determined, you were, and it's one of the things he loves most about you.
"right, of course. determined," he corrects, nodding. then, there's a brief pause before he speaks again. "but she has protocore syndrome, as well. we're surprised how long her body has held out for."
at this, your expression softens, and you feel a sense of unease take over your gut. you knew firsthand how badly protocore syndrome affects the body, but now that he's saying it out loud, you begin to have second thoughts. am i strong enough to handle this pregnancy?
"...wow," you murmur, nodding along. but the way your expression somber slightly catches zayne's attention. his brows pull together to make a concerned face, and he reaches across the table for your hand, but hesitates.
"are you alright?" he asks, taking the initiative to grasp your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "have i said something wrong?"
right. too perceptive for his own good, you had said, and now you're stuck in a situation that you can't easily get out of. you can lie and say you're fine all you want, but now he knows there's something wrong.
you're torn between telling him the truth and waiting a little longer. but pregnancy wasn't something that should be dropped over the dinner table, and if this was something that could end up bringing you pain in the long run, you weren't sure if it was even worth announcing.
you shake your head, forcing a small smile of the sake of it.Β
"no," you reply, squeezing his hand back in return. "i just... feel bad. ten years is younger than when i got it."
it's not a full lie. protocore syndrome had affected your life in many ways growing up; you couldn't run around and play tag with the other kids in your neighborhood, nor could you stuff your face full with sweets whenever you wanted. caleb and zayne were there to make your childhood bearable, but it was never the same. you were never "normal."
now, it's zayne's turn to soften his expression, and he nods in understanding. you were the reason he went the cardiac route in the first place, and it still pains him to see you so affected by a disease that's grown to be a part of you, for better and for worse.
"you have nothing to feel bad about," he replies, his voice uncharacteristically soft. he squeezes your hand again reassuringly. "she's also very strong. just like you."
this gets you to crack another smile, this one more genuine than the last. all this sappy child talk over a child that isn't even yours, and yet it brings you a sense of comfort. you wonder how much sappier he could get when it came to a child of his own.
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despite your protests, zayne insists he should wash the dishes. it's the least he could do after you spent the whole day making sure tonight would be perfect.
the sound of the water's gentle stream turns off, and zayne moves to wipe his wet hands dry with a towel placed on the counter. when he turns around, he's met with you and a cake, beautifully decorated in shades of blue and frost sculptures that hit him with a pang of nostalgia.
he opens his mouth to speak, most likely something about how "you didn't need to" or how "it must have taken you so long to put this together," but you cut him off before he can get a word out.
"before you say anything, i know i didn't have to. but i wanted to," you smile, placing the cake in the middle of the kitchen island. you leave his side for just a moment to grab a candle from the drawers, sticking it in the middle of the cake before lighting the wax up. gently pushing the cake towards him, you gesture for him to blow the candles out.
βmake a wish.β
zayne hesitates for a moment, but at your eager expression, he finds himself giving in. he always thought these kinds of traditions were childish. pointless, even, but when he closes his eyes for a moment to make a wish, he thinks about taking his judgements back. his wish has always been right in front of him.
with a gentle push of his lips, the candleβs flame flickers out, and you smile, pleased. zayne pulls the plate closer to admire your handiwork.
βitβs nice,β he observes. βdid you make this yourself?β
you nod, taking out two plates from the cupboards above your head. returning with the utensils in your hand, you glance down at the birthday cake you had made for him. it is nice; you can't believe you made that. it almost makes you not want to cut into it.
almost.
"don't worry," you grin, the cake knife gliding through the soft layers with ease. "it's not a carrot cake."
he replies with an amused smile, a smile that's barely there if you aren't looking hard enough. he watches you put a hefty slice of cake onto the plate, serving him before you serve himself. his sweet tooth takes over, and he grabs a fork, piercing through the sponge with ease.
like he expected, the cake bursts with flavor the second he puts the fork in his mouth. the soft, sweet flavor is enough to get anyone addicted, and he lets out a satisfied hum.
"it tastes just as good as it looks," he nods, the praise rolling off his tongue with ease. he looks down to take another bite, but the second his eyes flit back up, you're gone, rummaging elsewhere for something he's unsure of.Β
you're bent over the couch, removing the pillows from its neat array you're usually so obsessed with keeping in check. but soon enough, you pull out a small, elongated box, walking back over to the kitchen with it in your hand.
zayne raises an eyebrow, half curious and half amused. you simply smile, and you know what he's thinking. the dinner and cake had already been enough for him, but not for you.
"what?" you ask, but the question is rhetoric. "you didn't think your birthday was complete without a gift, did you?"
the box is black and tied with a white ribbon. you were always known to go the extra mile, so zayne isn't all too surprised by the gift or the presentation. he takes the box from you gently, as if not wanting to break its contents. he glances up at you for permission to open it, and he's met with a nod of your own.
slowly, he pulls on the spare end of the ribbon, and it falls apart with ease. he places the ribbon on the table before carefully pulling off the top of the box.
inside, cushioned with velvet silk and blue tissue paper, is a silver stainless steel watch. its two-toned black and blue bezel allows the watch to stand out, and it's the main reason why you chose the watch in the first place. anything blue reminds you of him.
zayne's eyes crinkle in amusement as he takes the watch out of the box, and you analyze his expression for any sign that says he doesn't like it.
"well?" you ask with bated breath.
"i like it," he hums, already fastening the band onto his wrist. he looks down at his new accessory, flexing his wrist and admiring how the blue looks against his cool-toned skin. "i've never seen a watch like this before. thank you, darling."
good. he likes it.
you breathe out a sigh of relief, nerves bubbling deep in your chest. you manage a smile before you take a step closer, prying the watch's box out of his hands.
"i have one more surprise for you," you murmur, taking both of his hands in yours. your heart is pounding in your chest now, and you were sure zayne felt the tremble in your hands when you spoke. "close your eyes."
he obeys, closing his eyes. his vision is dark, but he can tell you're silently building the confidence to give him said surprise when you pull your hands away. then, he hears faint rustling, and his brows furrow slightly. he can't take it anymore.
"...are you pregnant?"
his eyes are still closed when he asks you, his tone calm and composed compared to the current state you're in, all nervous and jumpy. your eyes widen slightly, but somehow, you're not all that surprised.
your husband is a doctor, after all. you just didn't realize the showing signs were so obvious.
you pull out the pregnancy test from your back pocket, placing them in his outstretched hands. it's only when you gently clasp his hands around the stick does he open his eyes.
he looks down at the test and is met with two vertical lines. he had known about your potential pregnancy for a few weeks now, but seeing the proof, bare and right in front of him, takes his breath away. he was going to be a father.
"how did you know?" you breathe, the air of nervousness still evident in your tone. you half expected him to be mad at you for not telling him sooner, but all you see is a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes.
"your appetite changed," he replies. and if you weren't paying close enough attention, it was easy to miss the way his voice trembles slightly. "your skin started glowing, and your average heart rate has increased since last month. of course i knew."
you smile wistfully, a hand absentmindedly resting over your stomach. but your fingers toy with the edge of your shirt, and you eventually look down, avoiding his gaze.
"are you happy?" you ask, but the way zayne replies immediately makes you feel like that shouldn't have ever been a question.
"honey, of course i am," he murmurs, and large hands gently come up to cup your face, forcing you to meet his expectant gaze. he understands that you may be looking for that extra kick of reassurance, but as he examines your expression, all he can find is doubt.
his face falls just slightly when he's hit with the realization that maybe you don't want this as bad as he does. his brows furrow and he swallows the lump in his throat before pulling away to give you your space. his hands, now trembling, stroke your cheeks with his thumbs.
"are you... not?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. zayne can feel his throat closing up, and he prays that the answer he expects to come out of your mouth, doesn't.
"i'm scared, zayne," you admit, your voice trembling just slightly. you feel the barrage of tears coming on, and you hate yourself for making his celebration somber all of a sudden. "i was thinking about what you said, about that girl with protocore syndrome, and i..."
you pause, and the tears start flowing. your bottom lip trembles slightly, and zayne is quick to wipe off your stray tears with his thumb.
"just thinking about our child having to go through such pain because of me? it hurts."
it hurts even more to get the truth out. but when you express your concerns, zayne's expression softens. he lets out an audible sigh of relief, though he knows now isn't the time. but somehow, he feels his lips twitch up into a small, affectionate smile.
silly girl.
"hey. look at me," he whispers, bringing his face closer to yours. he gently nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours, pressing his forehead to yours in an affectionate manner. "protocore syndrome can't be genetically transmitted. our child will be fine."
you open your eyes, vision obscured with tears. but you can just barely make out the soft smile that appears on his face. you want to ask what about this is so funny, or why he's smiling at a situation that's caused you so much stress, but you're already too emotional as is.
"you promise?" you ask, and all you get in response is a soft chuckle, followed by a brief kiss being pressed to your temple.
"yes, my love. i promise."
zayne wasn't worried in the slightest. he's treated pregnant patients with protocore syndrome before, most of which have turned out fine (depending on the severity of their case. but he knows you're more than capable enough to handle it). and in the rare event something does go wrong, there's already a family of caring doctors and nurses at akso hospital ready to tend to your little angel.
it's your turn to breathe out a sign of relief, and you hug your husband tightly, burying your face into the crook of his neck. he reciprocates the hug, holding you in his arms with a newfound gentleness that comes out of concern for both you and the life growing inside of you.
when you pull away, he smiles, bringing up a hand to wipe away another teardrop that had fallen down your face.
"now, stop crying, hm? there's still cake to be eaten."
at this, you chuckle softly, tear-stained cheeks flushed a brief shade of pink. wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you nod before propping yourself up on the balls of your feet to press a feather-light kiss to your husband's cheek. this was sure to be a birthday he'd never forget.
"happy birthday, zayne."
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a/n: im so pissed omg halfway through writing this it deleted all my progress and i don't even know what i wrote because i took a break and used all my remaining braincells to rank up in marvel rivals. but anyways πΒ i've been obsessed with the idea of domestic caleb so obvi i had to crank smth out. kinda lazy but its okay, i haven't posted anything in a while so caleb girlies you have been fed.
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caleb would definitely cry when you walk down the aisle.
it's surreal to him. the fact that he's standing here at the center of the church you two used to fantasize about when you were little. this was the type of scenario he'd imagine with his eyes closed, lips pressed to the necklace you gave him in the midst of a plane crash, which happened more times than he'd like it to have. he never thought he'd live to see the scenario come true.
but now it's not a scenario, it's reality. and all those traumatic events? the experiments? the explosion? the reconciliation? he'd go through all of it ten times over again if it meant he could be with you, just like this.
even with the myriad of people watching as he fawns over his soon-to-be wife, caleb looks at you like you're the only person in the room. his gaze stays glued to you, dressed up, just for him, and the realization only dawns on him when the doors of the church open. and there you are.
but unlike usual, you're not in your hunter's uniform. your hair isn't disheveled, and your face isn't flushed from fighting wanderers all day. you're in the most gorgeous of white dresses, your hair half up, and your face pampered with makeup that only makes you look that much more beautiful.
his eyes lock onto your form, and the rest of his life flashes before them. he can't wait to wake up next to you in the mornings and cook you meals, to have his hands on your hips while you slow dance to whatever's on the radio that day. he sees himself traveling the world with you, and spoiling you every chance he gets. he's excited to grow old with you, and to raise an army of children with you. the thoughts make him smile, overwhelmed with emotions, and when you smile back, that man is gone.
before he can even register, caleb's eyes grow moist, and when a singular tear rolls down his cheek, you laugh softly. each step closer you take is agonizingly slow compared to the way his heart beats faster at the sight of you. he grins in response as he wipes the tear away with the back of his finger, but you can tell it's just to satisfy you. he feels much more than just amusement.
boys don't cry. boys shouldn't cry. that meant they were weak, and caleb wanted to be anything but weak for you. he wanted to be strong, to show you that he was capable of taking care of you even during your lowest times.
but just this once, he allows himself to show emotion (but not before begrudgingly accepting the handkerchief his best man, gideon, not-so-secretly slides him), because it's you. and you make him the happiest man in the world.
he takes your hand, helping you up the small steps of the cathedral, and it's only now he gets a good look at you. he smiles, but not before pulling away momentarily to dab at the corners of his eyes with the handkerchief.
"why are you crying?" you whisper, giving his hands a teasing squeeze.
caleb tries to muster a chuckle, but it comes out as more of a quiet snort. if he laughs, it'll be a mix of laughter and sobs, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone.
"it's nothin'," he shakes his head, squeezing your hands in return. "you're just..."
he trails off. the soft shuttering of cameras go off in the background, and his ears turn red. him crying at his own wedding was caught on camera, and would go down in history forever. but maybe it was a good thing; it showed everybody that the farspace fleet's colonel wasn't heartless after all.
"you're beautiful. and i can't believe we made it this far."
if the sunlight hadn't hit your face at the perfect time, caleb would have missed the way your pupils dilate slightly. even through tear-obscured vision, he sees the love evident in your eyes. if it weren't for the fact you two were about to be officiated, he'd have his hands all over you. but his self-control is just barely there, and he figures feeling the warmth of your hands against his is more than enough.
he can't get through his vows without tearing up, in which everyone laughs in good fun. you can't get through your vows without a few tears either, and soon enough, both of you two are a giddy, laughing, crying, mess.
and when he takes your hands in his for the second time, he stares into your eyes with determination, and says "i do."
the second you say it back, he kisses you deeply, strong arms wrapping around your waist. the cathedral erupts into cheers, but in your own world, where only you and him exist, it's silent. it's perfect.
he presses his forehead against yours, your tears intermingling with each others as your lips connect again, and again, and again. you were no longer just caleb's best friend. you were his soulmate, his wife, his forever.
caleb would move heaven and earth for you. he'd rearrange the sun and stars if it made you happy. but right now, in his arms, there was nothing more he could do to make your smile any wider than it was. and when you two finally pull away, he exhales softly, leaning in to press his lips against your forehead, feather-light.
with the words that came out of his mouth, he made sure that you would never, ever, question his love for you again.
"i'm never leaving your side again."
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drabbles:
β.Λ π β dating college!caleb: au
β.Λ π β i wanna be with you (just love me)
β.Λ π β sexual tension w/caleb
β.Λ π β caleb has a mommy kink!
headcanons:
β.Λ π β random caleb headcanons
β.Λ π β caleb: girldad!au
β.Λ π β colonel!caleb x medic!reader
full-length:
β.Λ π β the aftermath
β.Λ π β boyfriend!caleb loves to spoil you
β.Λ π β when did you get so... hot?
β.Λ π β jealousy, jealousy!
β.Λ π β go away!
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tags: college!caleb x reader, pre-explosion, kinda suggestive idk, they're so done with the "sibling" shit lol. reader is 18!
ib: π§ when did you get hot? - sabrina carpenter
a/n: idk about y'all but i get majorrrr college caleb vibes from this song, and you already know i had to use his hottest card for this banner. just imagining how mc felt when she saw him back from college for the first time UGHHHH he's so highschool/college heartthrob coded. caleb marry me pls
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it was no secret that caleb was a catch, that was certain. it was fact.
he was no longer the chubby-cheeked boy who shared ice cream with you on a hot day. he wasn't the growth-spurted teenager who beat up all your bullies in middle school, either.
this caleb, the one with a toned body and a face that belonged on billboards, was different than the caleb you knew before he went away for college. sure, you'd seen him on breaks and on the holidays in between, but seeing it, seeing the difference so plain and obvious in front of you was a huge eye-opener.
he was back for the summer, and there to stay for a while. it was a shame you were leaving for college the summer he finishes college, but you figure that only means the time you spend together better be worth your while. but he's just so damn distracting.
not that he wasn't handsome before. you've always had a thing for caleb, no matter how much you tried to deny it. but his glow-up only intensified your feelings for him. when did he get so hot? you're sure you would have remembered if he had all that face (sorry LOL i had to).
you noticed it the second he walked inside the house.
his face had matured. his chubby cheeks were gone, and his jawline was sharp enough to slice through a sheet of paper. his once boyish gaze had shifted into something more wiser, more determined. and you didn't even want to get started on his biceps. he did tell you he was hitting the gym more frequently, but you didn't know that meant his arms would be almost the size of your head.
and god. if he had all that on display, you couldn't help but wonder what he was hiding under that sleeveless shirt of his.
he grins, suitcase in hand as he watches your eyes widen in familiarity (or perhaps astonishment, from how much a few subtle changes transformed his whole appearance). he barely has time to say anything before you're running up to him, encasing him in a hug. he grunts slightly at the brute force of your body against his, but he's quick to return the affection, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"looks like someone missed me a little too much," he hums as you pull away, and your heart does a backflip.
his voice had deepened, too. despite the teasing, his tone light and airy as always, it left you flustered, and with an unfamiliar tingling sense in your stomach.
"of course i did. but don't let it stroke your ego," you reply, the flush in your cheeks not helping you hide your ogling in the slightest. he rolls his eyes in response, but caleb, ever so perceptive, notices the color in your cheeks all too quickly, and he isn't trying his hardest to hide the way his eyes take a quick glance at your plush lips, either.
but, he doesn't say anything.
you take his luggage (whatever he allows you to take, anyway. what kind of gentleman would he be if he made you carry the heavy stuff?) and help him inside, propping all of his bags up on the back of the couch.
the house hasn't changed much, caleb notes as he looks around. besides having been slightly messier than the last time he came around, it's stayed the same. it smells the same, too; warm, with a hint of cinnamon in the air. it smells like nostalgia, and it smells like home. you are his home.
"where's gran?" he asks, eyes locked on you as you rummage throughout the kitchen. you're probably muttering about how you can't find his favorite cup, the one he always used to drink apple juice out of. he'd help you look, but he's too busy glaring at how good your ass looks in those shorts.
you glance behind your shoulder while having yourself propped up on your tiptoes, still rummaging for the cup.
"out running errands," you reply, but not before muttering a quick "yes!" as you pull what you're looking for out of the cupboards. "she says sorry for not being able to see you right away, and that she'll cook your favorite for dinner as an apology."
right. not like he cared much, anyway. not when you were standing there, just begging to be eaten.
you place the small sippy cup on the dining table. its lid is gone, but the small, orange container, adorned with blue planes, is capable of holding liquid no more than a cup's amount. the cup was an old piece of children's utensils gran had gotten him when you two were younger. nobody had the heart to toss it just yet, and eventually, it was used as a regular cup. caleb raises an eyebrow, but his questions die down when he watches you pour apple juice into it. his favorite.
"don't you think i'm a little too old for this?" he asks half-heartedly, but by the time the words come out of his mouth, he's already bringing the edge of the sippy cup up to his lips.
"nonsense. you're never too old for a bit of fun and whimsy," you grin, doing a lap around the dining table and coming to a stop in front of him. he licks his lips, savoring the taste of apple, and you stare, unable to help but wonder what he would taste like.
not the flavor of apple juice on his tongue that still lingers, the flavor of him, raw and unadulterated.
he sets the sippy cup down, and it's only now that he gets a good look at you, as well. you've changed, too. your hair has grown longer, and your face has slimmed. and don't think caleb hasn't noticed the way your lips got fuller. he's been wanting to kiss them since the second he arrived home.
the interaction is only a few seconds, but with his hungry eyes on you, it feels like it's been an eternity. you're first to break the eye contact, nervousness catching up to you as you look away, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt awkwardly.
"um," you murmur, almost hesitantly. the air in the space condenses down to just you two, and the moment feels almost... intimate. "so, how was college?"
caleb's eyes narrow, but just slightly. he knows you feel it too. but he enlightens you, replying with a smile and the same nonchalance he sports.
"fun," he nods, and he holds up his wrist, adorned with your pink hair tie as if to confirm. he gives his wrist a playful shake before speaking again. "your hair tie helped a lot."
at this, you can't help but exhibit a half-hearted grin. being his fake girlfriend, even if it was just for a couple of months, made you feel all giddy inside. the fact that he's looking at you like you're the only woman in the world isn't helping, either. your gaze softens, and you tilt your head to the right just slightly, as if to say really?
"yeah?"
now, it's caleb's turn to be flustered. the slight tilt of your head has him gone, and his usual smile falters as he does his best to swallow the lump in his throat.
"yeah," he nods, subconsciously taking a step closer. "don't believe me?"
you know he's just teasing (or is he?), but fuck. the way his voice lowers just an octave is almost identical to the way he lessens the space in between you two, and it drives you crazy.
"no, i believe you." you shake your head. and for the first time ever, in front of caleb, you're at a loss for words. "i mean, look at you. you're..."
hot. extremely hot. but you weren't about to say to his face. was that weird? the last thing you wanted to do was weird him out.
he raises an eyebrow. "i'm...?"
well, you have to tell him now. you swallow the big chunk of embarrassment that surges in your throat, lips pursing as you shrug to feign nonchalance.
"you're... hot. i mean-- not that you weren't hot before--" you're rambling now. and caleb finds it utterly adorable. "but, you're still single, so... clearly you did something right."
it takes everything in you not to just drop dead on the floor, curl up into a little ball, and die. you half expect caleb to laugh at you, to glare at you and call you weird, even, but he stays completely still, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he smiles, amused.
"oh. i get it. you're jealous."
"am not."
"are too."
"i never said anything about being jealous."
"oookay. well, you implied that you were jealous."
this man was insufferable. you wanted to slap him across his handsome face, but you also wanted to kiss him breathless at the same time. you frown, accepting defeat this time.
"shut up, you idiot," you grumble, and caleb swears he hears you mutter something along the lines of you're annoying. but he doesn't care. he knows it's probably best to stop teasing you before you start whining again, but he can't help but throw one last jab.
"but, anyways. you were saying? about my looks?"
well, there was no denying it now. you let out a small scoff, half embarrassed and half amused. there was no harm in playing along.
"oh, right. when did you get so hot?"
caleb simply chuckles. it's one of amusement, but there's no hiding the desire that simmers underneath. he's flattered, and slightly proud that you, out of all people, think that he's hot. he reaches out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes flitting down to your lips once more. and this time, he doesn't look away.
"let me show you how much hotter i can get."
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