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Summary: Caleb comes home late to find you already asleep.
The apartment is quiet when he steps inside.
Not empty.
Just… still.
Caleb pauses by the door for a moment after closing it behind him. The weight of the day clings to him. The tension in his shoulders. The faint ache that never really leaves. But then he looks up.
The lights are dim. He can see the bedside lap is on, the door to the bedroom is open slightly. The warm light makes him calm.
Home.
You’re already asleep.
He can tell before he even reaches the doorway. The quiet rhythm of your breathing fills the space, soft and steady. You’re curled under the blankets, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting on the bed where he should be sleeping.
He leans against the doorframe for a second, just watching.
There is something about seeing you like this that steadies him more than anything else ever could.
“You waited up again, didn’t you?” he murmurs, though he knows you cannot answer.
His voice is quiet not to wake you.
His jacket comes off first, draped over the chair. Then his boots.
He tries to be as quiet as possible. The last thing he wants is to wake you. You look too comfortable like this. He runs a hand over his face, exhaling softly, and then he goes into the bathroom.
The sound of the shower is helps him fully relax. Steam fills the small space as he stands under the water, letting it wash away the dirt of the day. The noise. The tension. The things he does not bring home with him.
He rests his forehead briefly against the tile, eyes closed, he takes a deep breath, then, he turns the water off.
When he steps back into the bedroom, everything is the same. You haven’t moved much. Just shifted slightly deeper into the blankets, your face is half buried now.
“Still out,” he whispers with a smile on his lips.
He dries his hair with a towel, changes quietly, and finally, lies in bed beside you.
The mattress dips under his weight.
You stir a little. A soft, sleepy sound leaves you, but you don’t wake.
“Sorry,” he murmurs instinctively, even though you are not really awake to hear it.
He settles onto his back, one arm behind his head, staring up at the ceiling for a moment.
Then he turns his head slightly toward you.
There is a pause, and then, softly, he starts talking.
“Long day,” he says under his breath. “Everything that could go wrong kind of did. They had me running all over the place. Didn’t get a break until late. You would have told me to sit down and drink some water.”
His fingers drift over the blanket near you, not quite touching yet.
“I did, by the way. Eventually.”
A small pause.
“I thought about you a lot today. Kept thinking about getting back here. To you.”
As if drawn by the sound of him, you move. Slowly, your body turns toward him, and your hand finds his chest.
He goes still immediately.
“Hey,” he whispers.
You make a quiet sound, something halfway between a sigh and a hum, and then you move closer.
Half asleep. Not fully aware, just reaching for him.
You press your face into his chest, your arm sliding across his torso as you settle there where you belong. His hand hovers for a moment before it comes down gently against your back.
“You’re awake?” he asks softly.
You shake your head slightly against him.
“No,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep.
He lets out the quietest breath of a laugh.
“Yeah. Thought so.”
You nuzzle closer anyway.
He shifts just enough to make it easier for you, his arm sliding more securely around you, pulling you against him. Your breathing evens out again almost immediately. But he keeps talking.
“I missed you,” he admits, barely above a whisper.
His fingers trace slow, absent patterns against your back.
“Everything’s just… easier when you’re here.”
You make another soft sound, your hand curling slightly against his shirt.
“I know you can’t hear half of this,” he murmurs, voice softer still, “but I like saying it anyway.”
He tilts his head, resting it lightly against yours.
“You make it feel like I can come back from anything.”
Silence settles again.
Comfortable. Warm.
Your weight against him is grounding in a way nothing else is.
His eyes grow heavier.
But his hand keeps moving, slow and gentle, like he is afraid to stop.
“Get some sleep,” he whispers, more to himself than to you.
You breathe in softly, your fingers tightening just a little where they rest against him.
And that is enough.
His arm tightens around you just slightly.
Protective. Certain.
Caleb presses his cheek against the top of your head, eyes finally closing as the last of the day slips away from him.
He falls asleep with your weight on his chest.
With your breathing steady against him.
With the quiet certainty that no matter how the day goes, this is where he ends up.
Summary: Caleb decides to take you away for an entire weekend in the mountains. Prepare to be his pampered princess <3
Content Tags: NSFW! Tender-lovin' tent sex; panty sucking; pathetic, lover boy Caleb; Whimpering; pleading, Oral Sex, m&f; Cowgirl; So.Many.Hickies; Mentions of touching grass (fictional). Reader is implied female, other than that, no descriptors used.
From Hammy: Holy moly! This thing got away from me. We're looking at 6,874 words, with nearly half of it being the most filthy smut I've ever written. Enjoy responsibly. Hammy is not responsible for any personal injuries that may occur after reading...
It was finally the weekend.
You felt like you were barely holding it together, only able to count down the hours until you could see Caleb again. Work had been particularly brutal for both of you lately, which meant you were surviving on late night video calls and text messages.
Now, though, you could hardly remember your misery. Not with the top off the Jeep that Caleb had rented and the wind roaring in your ears.
The city and all its worries were far behind you now, there were only trees blurring together as you passed them while lazily winding up the side of a mountain.
You took a moment to glance over, marveling at how good Caleb looked like this. The sun poured over him, glinting off his aviators as he drove—one hand on the steering wheel while the other held yours tightly. He looked so relaxed, even threw a cheeky smile at you to let you know he was enjoying the view as much as you were.
Eventually the pavement ended, giving way to abandoned logging roads that twisted through old forests. The Jeep lurched over a rut, hard enough to knock you back against your seat. A startled laugh burst out of you before you could stop it.
Caleb glanced over, the corner of his mouth lifting,
“You alright over there?” The Jeep hit a pothole and rattled the cab, bouncing you against your seatbelt.
“Fantastic,” you giggled, “this is so luxurious!” He laughed—the sweet, boyish sound of it nearly swallowed by the tires crunching over gravel and the wind whipping around you.
His hand held yours a little more tightly, bringing them up to his mouth to press a kiss into your knuckles.
Dust billowed up and swirled around you in golden clouds while the trees grew thicker, casting shadows across the road the deeper you went. For awhile you were both content exploring, taking in the scenery as you went.
Finally, he slowed and pulled off at a rocky outcrop. You were near the top of the mountain where you could see the valley below you stretch for miles, dappled in shades of green mingling with the turquoise river.
“Wow…” You breathed, climbing out of the dusty Jeep to admire the view.
“Will this spot do?” Caleb asked, stretching his stiff limbs out as he stood and walked over to you.
“I think so.” You gave him a look—the one you always gave him when you were promised some mischief to get into.
Caleb’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. He would never admit how much he adored that wicked little spark, even though he knew it probably spelled trouble for him at some point.
In typical Caleb fashion he insisted on all the heavy lifting, setting up the camp site quickly while you drifted in and out of his reach, fussing over arranging your sleeping bags and hanging string lights.
“We make a pretty good team,” he remarked, clapping the dust from his hands as you both stood back to admire your work. You leaned into his side, taking in the little patch of wilderness you had claimed and made your own. Something about the way your sleeping bags laid next to each other in your little orange tent made your heart flutter, but you stuffed the feeling down before it could make you misty-eyed.
“A team? You hardly let me do anything.” You whined and he chuckled like he always did when you got petulant.
“Feeling hungry yet? I can get started on dinner…” He offered in penance, wrapping his arms around you waist.
You shook you head, wrapping your arms around his neck in return.
“I wanna go down that trail and dip my toes in the river,” you sighed, “it’s so hot.”
Caleb nuzzled your hair, pulling your warm scent in through his nose. He could smell the heat lingering on your scalp, the salt dampening your skin and hair, then squeezed you once before letting you go.
“Grab your pack then, pipsqueak. It’s a long hike down.”
You abandoned your shoes almost immediately after setting off, opting to feel the cool dirt press into your bare soles. Caleb scrunched up his nose at the thought of you dirtying your feet, but didn’t argue when you shoved the shoes into his hand to carry.
The air smelled sweet and green, and the further you went, the cooler it got. You didn’t really need conversation to keep you company, having him next to you was enough, filling in the empty space that ached so badly all week.
The silence suited him just fine too. After all, the opportunity to observe you closely without getting caught rarely presented itself these days, and he could watch you like this for hours—softly transfixed by every little detail.
He watched the breeze lift loose strands of hair off your face, watched the way you stooped to look at an interesting bug or pick up a pretty stone—secretly smiling to himself when you stuffed it in your pocket, eager to test its smoothness on the river’s surface.
Your collection grew as you continued down the trail, until your hands were full of smooth, pretty treasures. Eventually, Caleb caved and tucked your shoes in his pack, freeing his hands up to help you carry them. You giggled in delight, filling his hands and pockets with stones.
He suffered it with a hopeless little sigh because how could he ever deny you?
You could smell the river getting closer as you moseyed down the trail—cold and wet and faintly fishy.
You looked back at Caleb, who was still weighed down with your rock collection.
He immediately caught that look in your eyes, that devious little glint as you smiled back at him. And he could only sigh when you suddenly took off giggling, darting into the trees and out of his line of sight.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he called after you, already jogging to catch up.
He decided he could humor you—let you think that you could run away from him for a minute or two. He listened carefully for your footsteps hitting the ground, the frantic rustle of underbrush, and finally, a triumphant splash as you hit the water.
Caleb broke into a sprint, bursting through the treeline just in time to see you calf-deep in turquoise water, laughing wildly as you frantically waded deeper.
For a split second you thought he might actually let you escape…
That is, until he dumped his pack at the shore next to yours, already grinning in anticipation.
You didn’t even have time to mourn your poor rock collection as it clattered out onto the shore.
“If you’ve got an escape plan, you better use it!” He called before barreling into the river.
You shrieked, trying to run, but the water was already up to your thighs and you could barely manage to keep upright much less cover any ground.
Water exploded around his legs as he charged, doing absolutely nothing to slow him down. You accepted your fate, squeezing your eyes shut and bracing for impact as he closed in—dissolving into giggles as his arms caught you around the middle and squeezed you.
His laughter crashed into yours, loud enough to echo over the chilly surface of the river as he spun you around and around. You thrashed and clung to him at the same time, splashing water until you were both soaked.
“Caught you…” He murmured, breathless with victory, before nuzzling into the ticklish spot just under your jaw.
You squeezed your arms around him, still giggling as you peppered little kisses against the shell of his ear.
“You still lost, though.” You muttered between kisses, delighted when his breath caught.
“How so?” His voice had lost some of its playful lilt.
It was huskier now, and his cheeks flushed red all the way up to his ears..
“I beat you to the river, duh.”
He scoffed, “I wasn’t aware we were racing.”
You pulled back to gloat, smug even while captured and dripping, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Doesn’t matter. I still won.” You shrugged as if the matter was settled.
His fingers trailed up the side of your neck before catching your chin,
“It’s not winning if you cheat, dummy.” You huffed and jutted your lip out at him.
“How dare you.” You poked a finger between his brows and pushed, sending his face tipping back with a satisfying little jerk.
“Ouch!” He chuckled, catching your wrist and ducking down to kiss your lips before you could further weaponize that pout. The sweet taste of river water mingling with your chapstick made him sigh, his lips lingering against yours so he could savor it.
You smiled, suddenly smug again, and deepened the kiss—just enough to tempt him, inviting him to take more.
But he pulled away instead, refusing to let you win this round too.
“Come on, trouble.” He chuckled, “Your nose is gettin’ red. Better put on some sunscreen before you burn.” He left no room for argument, carrying you out of the river in his gentle hold.
Your frigid skin nearly sizzled as he set you on a boulder jutting out from the shoreline so he could rummage through his pack. And you sat there patiently, letting him rub sunscreen into every inch of exposed skin while you lounged.
The moment felt a bit like heaven—with the sun above you and a heated rock beneath you warming your wet clothes and slowly drying them out. The lazy slide of his hands over your body, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed you down, clearly in no hurry to finish. The river gurgling softly over the rocky shore at your feet…
His voice broke through your reverie.
“Stand up Pips, lemme get the back of your legs.”
He didn’t give you a chance to respond before hoisting you onto your feet.
“Wha—did you already burn?”
The sight of your bright red legs seemed to genuinely distress him for a moment.
“No, the boulder was just a little hot.” You calmly remarked over your shoulder.
He sucked in a little gasp. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I like it. I’m a lizard, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember… I guess I just underestimated you.” His brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?”
“No. You can touch it—see?” You poked the back of your thigh, jiggling the reddened skin with a sly little smile.
Caleb shooed your hand away. “Don’t do that, you’re gonna irritate it. Here—”
You hummed appreciatively as he smeared cool sunscreen over your burning skin. His hands were softer now, massaging soothing little circles into the plushest parts of your thighs.
“Better?” He asked, pressing a kiss into your hip.
“Mhm.” You smiled as he stared up at you, his pretty eyes shining with adoration from where he knelt.
With sun protection out of the way you pulled a snack out of your bag to share while you skipped rocks together—giggling when he used his Evol to send your smooth pebbles flying impossibly far.
Time ceased to exist for a while, here in your little world where only you and Caleb existed—prowling the shore for pretty rocks and river critters and taking pictures of your posing shadows.
But eventually…
“It’s getting late.” Caleb sighed, shielding his eyes as he looked up at the sky—wishing he could coax the sun into stillness for just a while longer. “We should head back and get started on dinner.”
“Aw mannn…”
He came up behind you and pressed a kiss to the heated skin on your shoulder.
“I know… I’d hate for you to miss the sunset up on the mountain, though.”
You grumbled but agreed, signaling for him to turn around.
Caleb sighed, but slipped his backpack over his chest so you could climb up onto his back. Your feet hurt too much to walk—that was the flimsy excuse you gave him—and he didn’t call you out on it. He just hooked his arms under your thighs and hoisted you up into place.
If you ever bothered to ask, he would tell you he preferred it this way, though. He would always pick the option that allowed him to be touching you in some way—any way.
You nuzzled into his neck as he carried you, unable to resist breathing in his heated skin. He always smelled so good after working out…
You told yourself it was innocent enough, but the more you indulged yourself the harder it became to resist him.
Maybe just a little taste…
Your tongue darted out from from your lips, mere centimeters away from the ticklish skin of his throat before you thought better of it. Best not to risk your piggyback privileges in times like these…
You sighed in resignation, resting your chin in the crook of his neck instead and humming a little tune to pass the time as he labored up the trail.
Caleb deposited you in the hammock he’d hung near the fire pit as soon as you got back to camp. He stuck both of your packs in the tent before digging ingredients out of the cooler and organizing them in piles while you enjoyed the view.
Dinner came together quickly under his capable hands while you watched from the hammock. A cold beer rested in one hand while the other pointed lazily up at clouds, naming their shapes and inventing stories that made him chuckle.
“See that rabbit over there?”
Caleb’s gaze followed your finger to find a pink bunny-shaped cloud.
“Her name is Daisy, and I think she’s very sweet.”
“She looks like a biter, to me.” Caleb mused, returning his focus to the wooden skewers.
“She would probably bite you. She’s a girl’s girl, and we have to stick together.”
Caleb’s glanced at the cloud again, then back at you, clearly fighting a smile.
“It’s your own fault. You’re very bite-able, you know.” You said it casually, and Caleb chuckled—but something inside him clenched at that thought.
“Must be because I’m so delicious.” He mused, while stabbing marinated meat onto skewers and laying them in neat piles.
You laughed wholeheartedly because you couldn’t argue. Caleb was indeed delicious and there was no way around it.
Evening settled around you slowly, the bright shafts of light spilling in from the trees shifted into molten ribbons of gold as you chatted and he cooked.
The smell of grilled meat eventually won over your comfort, pulling you out of your hammock. You wandered over to the cooler to grab another beer before plopping down next to Caleb.
“Mmmm!” You hummed appreciatively, “Smells so good. When do we eat?” The alcohol buzzed pleasantly through you—made you a little loose, a little silly.
Caleb giggled, that sweet boyish sound that you loved so much, as you grabbed his face in both hands and planted sloppy kisses all over him.
He pulled away, blushing all the way up to his ears again.
“Do that again, and dinner will be canceled.” His voice dipped, “We’ll skip straight to dessert…” He murmured, leaning down to kiss you in earnest.
You sighed as he pulled away, meeting his gaze as he stared down at you. You could tell he was teasing, but he would still rip your clothes off right here if you asked him to.
“Okay, okay.” You conceded with a sigh, “I’ll behave, I guess.” He hummed in agreement, nuzzling your nose and turning back to cooking.
The fire burned low before you both, crackling softly, occasionally spitting up sparks that drifted into the dark. You stared into it while slowly turning the last meat skewer, the glowing embers lulling you into a trance while the crickets chirped around the edge of camp.
Caleb sat quietly beside you, close enough so your shoulders bumped whenever you moved. He watched you with a satisfied little smile that he didn’t bother hiding, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head when he couldn’t take it anymore. His smile broke into a grin when you hummed contentedly under his touch.
“Having fun, pips?” His eyes sparkled a little, running his lips over your soft hair.
You giggled, shaking your head yes, because of course you were having fun. How could you ever not have fun with Caleb by your side. Nothing could ever compare to this feeling…
“Dunno how I feel about my favorite lizard sitting on the cold ground,” he murmured. “Aren’t you freezing?”
You pulled your skewer out of the fire to inspect the char before shaking your head.
“I’m alright.” You consoled him with a sweet smile before sticking it back in.
“Besides, I can be closer to the fire this way.”
Caleb huffed, unconvinced, and leaned down into your space—his breath tickling the back of your neck. He brushed a little kiss along your ear and the skin on your arms immediately responded, erupting into goose-flesh.
“I dunno.” He murmured, his voice dipping in your ear. “It’s too chilly for lizards to lie on the ground.” His arms slid around your waist. “Don’t think I can leave you like this.” He scooted up behind you and gathered you into him, settling you between his thighs, and tucking you into the heat of his lap.
You melted immediately, slumping back into his broad chest as his arms tightened around you.
“My savior…” You sighed in contentment. You both sat like that for a little while, watching the fire slowly dim out—until you finally broke the silence.
“I love you,” you murmured when it bubbled up inside you.
Caleb went still.
You felt his heart suddenly pounding hard against your back.
His arms came around you in a tight bear hug, and you giggled, wriggling to free yourself.
“I love you too, pips.” His voice sounded a little wispy as it trembled over you.
“Aww, my mushy puppy.” You wiggled and squirmed, turning in his lap.
He gasped softly as you wrapped you legs around his waist, burying your face in the soft fabric of his hoodie.
“Caleb?”
“Hmm?”
You tipped your head back to look at him, smiling when you saw his expression—the tender melancholy shimmering in his eyes.
He loved you so much it physically hurt…
“We’ll… always be together, now… wont we?”
His hand came up to caress your face, his thumb gently sweeping along your cheek while he thought of a good enough answer.
His heart ached for you, for how scared you must still feel after the accident happened. How could he sooth your worries, though, when he didn’t know the answer?“I think… you and I are the most closely bound souls in this universe.” He whispered, nuzzling you as he spoke. “Not even death could keep us apart for long.” His response surprised you a little.
Your eyes were suddenly misty.
“So yes…” he whispered, “we’ll always be together. I’ll find you in every single lifetime.” His arms came up around your shoulders and squeezed you into him, against the steady thump of his heart.
“Promise?”
Caleb loosened his grip and leaned back so he could look at you once more. Your expression broke his heart a little…
He kissed you tenderly, slowly—pressing his lips to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and finally your mouth.
“I promise.” He whispered, pulling back to stare into your eyes so you knew how serious he was.
He drew his legs up around you and caged you against him, hugging you until the ache in his heart settled.
Your head was spinning from the alcohol and his crazy body heat. It bled through his hoodie and seeped into you as he held you close.
The fire popped loudly in the background and you turned to look at it. It was only glowing embers now, pulsing faintly against the endless dark.
“Look up pips…” Caleb whispered.
You did, and immediately gasped at the sight of the brilliant night sky.
You had never seen so many stars. The moon was nearly full, hanging silently above you, casting everything in a silvery glow. The dark forest, the tent, the dying fire, Caleb’s face— everything was painted in its soft light.
“Wow…” Your voice came out hushed. “It’s so beautiful.”
Caleb sighed in relief, seeing your eyes light up once again.
“You finally get a little glimpse of what I see on the starship—ouch!”
You smacked his chest before he could finish that thought.
“I don’t want to hear about that…”
Caleb blinked, caught completely off guard. Then softened as he studied the pinch between your brows, the way your lip jutted out in an angry little pout.
“You’re my Caleb tonight. Fleet ships don’t exist.” He chuckled, secretly relieved.
“Noted… only your Caleb tonight—oomph!”
Your lips crashed into his, arms flying wildly around his neck. The kiss was messy and the alcohol was making your head spin, but you persevered—pressing into him, squeezing him tighter.
Caleb gasped underneath you, panting—trying to catch his breath, but you wouldn’t let him. You chased him every time he tried to pull away, biting him as punishment. Relishing in the beautiful noises he made.
“I missed you so much…” You gasped between kisses, trailing your lips down his neck. Caleb didn’t have time to ponder if you were talking about just this past week or…
He hissed as your teeth sank into the sensitive skin over his collarbone, the sound breaking into a groan when your tongue soothed over the fresh mark.
“I missed you too, sweetheart…” He managed to choke out, “I’m right here…” His hands flew to your hips, gripping like he needed something to hold on to as you ground onto him.
He unleashed a wanton moan, sent it echoing into the dark forest, as you attacked the weak spot on the back of his neck, right at the junction of his shoulder.
“W-wait a minute pips—” He tried to find a pause button, just long enough to get you into the tent where it was warm.
“No…” You growled, shoving him back.
Caleb was as good as done for. He laid back helplessly under your insistent hands, gasping as you licked and sucked a trail up his throat. You took your time with him, desperate to leave behind evidence of your love. His grip on your hips would clench tight whenever you hit a particularly sensitive spot.
You loved him like this. Helpless and squirming under you, his mouth parted, eyes shut tightly as he restrained himself so you could have your way for a bit.
The thought should have thrilled you… It did, for a moment.
But then you looked at him properly—Caleb, your Caleb, lying back in the cold dirt with his hair mussed, watching you like he would follow you wherever you went—and your ravenous hunger suddenly dissipated.
“Am I being too rough?” You whispered.
Caleb took hold of your hips and ground you down onto him, his own hips bucking a little at the sensation of your heat dragging over his aching length.
“Anything you do to me,” he gasped, “is perfect…”
You moaned into him, tracing his lips with your tongue while you ground into him again.
You knew you were running on borrowed time at this point, any moment now Caleb would snap, and all that patient restraint would turn on you.
Sure enough, as soon as the thought flitted through your mind, Caleb decided your turn was over.
A growl vibrated through his chest as his arms closed around you. He rolled you beneath him, catching your weight before your back could touch the dirt.
“Enough.” He huffed, hoisting himself up with you in his arms and making his way to the tent.
He fumbled with the zipper, losing precious seconds because you refused to stop kissing him. By the time he finally managed it, his breath was ragged against your mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, he backed you into the cozy warmth of the tent and eased you down onto the sleeping bags, then turned just long enough to yank the zipper shut.
You had maybe a second to blink before he was on you again, suddenly everywhere all at once. You felt his hand press you down while he bent with you, chasing your lips.
Slowly, he slid the hem of your hoodie up, warming his chilly fingers on your stomach and laughing when you squealed. You laughed, trying to smack his hand as it traveled up.
Your giggles suddenly dissolved, though, as his fingers traced your nipple through your bra.
“S’not fair…” you gasped, “how do always find them?” He laughed mischievously, giving it a little pinch.
You let out an undignified little yelp, which only fueled his shenanigans.
Suddenly he was moving with urgency, shifting your hoodie up, sliding it over your head with quick practiced hands. Next your shirt, and finally, that obnoxious sports bra that kept your glorious chest bound too tightly. He was nearly drooling by the time your tits spilled out.
So perfect…
This view would never get old, he thought, leaning back to look at you as you hid your blushing face from him.
“Awww, is my Pipsqueak suddenly shy?”
Damn him... He sounded so innocent.
“Come on, let me see your pretty face,” he crooned, taking your wrist gently and coaxing your arm away.
You peeked out at him, only to find his sweet smile and searching eyes waiting for you, glowing softly in the fairy lights.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispered, tenderly nuzzling your palm.
You pried your eyes open, trying to be obedient even while your thighs were clamping together.
Caleb held your gaze for a moment, searching—making sure you were really okay—before smiling as he watched you melt.
“Good girl…” He caressed your cheek, dipping down to kiss you.
His hand traced a lazy pattern on your tummy, his fingertip just barely grazing your skin, sending shivers wherever he touched while his mouth worked you thoroughly.
He slid his lips down your shoulder, tenderly kissing your collarbone before dipping to down to lavish your chest in attention. The heat of his mouth closed firmly over one nipple, his tongue swirling, lapping, sucking, before moving to the other—then back again.
Your face was on fire.
“Caleb—” you gasped, bucking your hips into his touch as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your sweats.
He paused there, looking up at you, taking a second to memorize you like this—the flush in your cheeks, the dazed shine in your eyes, your kiss-swollen lips still shiny with his spit.
“What is it, baby?” he whispered.
His mouth traced a slow trail down your stomach, the feather-light kisses making you shiver beneath him. Around your navel. Then lower, kissing along the waistband of your pants.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep this up…” You nearly sobbed as he hooked his finger in your waistband and slowly stretched it down, trailing wet little kisses as he went.
“Already at your limit?” His voice was muffled, face already buried in the heat of your core.
You cried out as his tongue pressed against the mesh of your panties and sent your eyes rolling back. Suddenly your pants were yanked clean off. Caleb growled at the sight of your soaked panties clinging to your lips before diving back in.
His arms snaked under your thighs and locked you tight against his face while he devoured you through the lacy barrier, soaking them and sucking them while you sobbed and cried out.
“Poor thing,” he murmured against you, sounding almost apologetic. “I know. I know baby…” His tongue was insatiable—relentless as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your slit.
“I just can’t help it…” He breathed. “I need to taste you… just a little bit longer.” He was half gone out of his mind, driven to a frenzy by your taste, your smell…
Finally he yanked the sopping fabric aside and dove into you in earnest. You felt like you were suddenly weightless, a euphoric heat exploding through your core, up through your stomach. Caleb moaned openly as you gushed, licking and slurping every last bit before diving back in.
Caleb knew the over stimulation was too much—felt so mean for holding you down while you squirmed. But your taste… your silky heat sucking up his tongue as he plunged in and out. Over and over, in a trance, as your body wriggled and clenched around him.
His eyes rolled back as you came a second time, your thighs clamping down around his head.
You body melted into a boneless puddle beneath him.
The frenzied spell over Caleb seem to break for a moment, long enough to remember himself. He released your sopping heat at once, propping himself up so he could look at you.
You blinked down at him, dazed and glossy-eyed, your chest heaving.
He leaned over you, still fully clothed, hair mussed, mouth swollen. His hands, when they came up to touch you again, were impossibly gentle.
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. “Look at me.”
You did, barely.
Caleb’s face softened with relief at once.
“Too much?” he asked against your shoulder, pressing a little kiss there.
You swallowed, trying to find your tongue.
“No,” you whispered. Your fingers curled into the hem of his hoodie, tugging at him weakly. “Come here.”
He gladly obeyed, leaning down to kiss you properly—tenderly brushing your hair out of your eyes while you caught your breath. You sighed into him, already heating up again under his touch.
His mouth tasted like you and it made your face burn…
He ducked so you could pull his hoodie off and you giggled at the sight of his bare chest.
“You didn’t put a shirt on?”
“Didn’t see a point, pips.” He huffed, his eyes sparkling as he caught your mouth in another heated kiss.
You pushed yourself upright, still a little unsteady, and Caleb instinctively followed your lead, leaning back to give you space. His eyes stayed locked on yours as your hand slid lower, feeling the tremble under his skin as you dipped under the waistband of his pants and into the heat of his arousal.
He hissed as your soft hand squeezed and pet him gently through his boxers.
“Lie down,” you whispered.
Caleb swallowed. For once, he didn’t tease you, let you guide him back onto the sleeping bags.
The tent rustled softly as a breeze swept past, the thin walls shuddering faintly before settling once more.
You followed him down slowly, kissing your way over his flushed chest, taking your time now that he was the one looking up at you, breathless and flushed head to toe.
He reached for you, but you caught his wrist and pressed a kiss to his palm.
“Be still, gege…”
Caleb moaned as you dipped your head to suck a path of hickies along the line of his Adonis belt, pausing to kiss his painfully hard bulge. Only when he started trembling under your lips did you look up at him. His eyes were misty and full of adoration as they gazed down at you, his hands fisted up in the blankets. He watched you slowly hook your fingers in his waistband and pull with that wicked spark in your eyes.
His erection sprung free, slapping up against his stomach.
“Gah!” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.
You wasted no time, dragging your tongue along the bulging vein running up his length, sucking the tip into your mouth and enjoying the view as he threw his head back, his entire body straining against itself. You worried for a split second about the sleeping bags shredding in his grip as he fisted them.
They seemed to be holding though…
The corners of your mouth stung as you stretched your lips over his girth, his salty taste flooding your senses.
Caleb groaned as you bottomed out. The sight of your throat bulging with him sent a hot, filthy thrill fluttering through his stomach. You sucked him down, tried to swallow around him, but he was too big.
You bobbed your head once, then twice, twisting your hand around his shaft, over and over again-only pulling off of him when you were sure he was good and lubed up. He was ready now, reduced to a flushed, gasping mess underneath you.
You crawled over him slowly, looking down at him with a satisfied possessiveness.
The fairy lights blurred into a golden haze above him, then disappeared behind your shadow as you loomed over him.
“My Caleb,” you sighed.
His hands came up to your hips at once, helping you line yourself up. Beneath the haze of all that desire, his eyes went tender again.
“Yours,” he whispered, voice barely there.
You closed your eyes, sinking down until your felt the fat, silky head of his cock prod your entrance. You took a deep breath and sank slowly, taking him inch by burning inch.
Caleb’s eyes squeezed shut as your heat sucked him up, your warm gummy walls pulsing around him. It was heaven every single time, he swore he could hear choir music when you clenched around him.
His mouth fell open as you seated yourself fully, a thin sheen of sweat already forming along your pinched brows.
You could only sit there, resting in his lap while you adjusted to the heavy fullness stretching you to your limit. Caleb’s hands left your hips to trail delicately up your waist and grope your chest-taking in the view as you panted, flushed and sweating and fully impaled on his cock.
But he let you take your time, not daring to move an inch.
Eventually the sting faded, the fullness didn’t feel so sharp and uncomfortable.
You rolled your hips experimentally, gasping as the tip of his cock nudged your cervix, his ridges grinding against yours to create a delicious friction.
“Ah—” You gasped, “I’m—I’m not gonna last long like this…”
Caleb’s hands settled back around your hips,
“Here, let me…” He guides your hips forward, rolling them gently, letting the heat build slowly at first.
He had you gasping in no time, sweat beading along his temples as he thrust up into you. The obscenely wet sounds of your bodies connecting bounced off the walls of your tent.
“Oh—Caleb!” You cried out, right at the edge of a great precipice and wanting so badly to fall.
Caleb groaned, his cock jumping inside you.
He wanted nothing more than to pound you silly, to chase his own relief inside your squeezing heat, to smother your insides until you were leaking for days.
But he also didn’t want this to end… wanted it to last all night…
You could tell exactly what he was thinking and refused to let him have his way this time.
Your thighs locked around him tightly and you began riding him in earnest, swinging your hips in tight little circles as you ground down on him.
“W-wait—hold on!” His pleas fell on deaf ears, he was reduced to begging under your relentless pace.
Caleb felt it like a tidal wave off in the distance, gaining power and momentum as it surged towards him.
He panted, his whimpering pleas climbing in octaves as he begged you to slow down. It was no use, your heat had engulfed him, swallowed him whole.
“I-I’m gonna—” The tidal wave was suddenly upon him, violently ripping him from his body as white exploded across his vision. Your name fell from his lips in a sweet, stuttered melody as his body jerked under you.
You threw your head back, the sensation of his cock twitching and spurting his hot release into you sent you hurtling over the edge after him.
You were weightless and seeing spots by the time you floated back into your body. The first thing you felt was Caleb’s thumbs gently stroking your face. You hauled your body off of his sticky chest and flopped over into your sleeping bag.
You could hear Caleb’s voice murmuring over you but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying over the ringing in your ears. The late hour, the afterglow, the alcohol—it all left your body exhausted and useless where it slumped.
You felt a cool cloth sweep over your face, then down your neck, and whimpered when it passed between your thighs, your body still too sensitive for even his gentlest touch.
Caleb cleaned you as carefully as he could, murmuring soft apologies whenever you shivered. The blankets tucked themselves around your chin as you faded out.
“I love you,” he whispered.
His lips pressed tender kisses to your temple, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth—one after another, soft enough to follow you down as the world faded into darkness. And you stayed there, drifting comfortably until—
Pop!
A loud crack snapped you awake.
You shot upright in your sleeping bag, head spinning as you looked for—
“Sorry.”
Caleb stepped through the half-open tent flap, his voice soothing your nerves before they had the chance to turn into panic.
“The fire’s extra noisy,” he said, glancing back toward it with a little chuckle. “I think it’s eager to see you.”
You blinked at him, still caught in a sleepy daze. Then your gaze snagged on his neck and your stomach flipped.
The marks there were impossible to miss, and the memory of last night rushed back all at once. A bright flush bloomed across your cheeks, and you yanked the blankets up to your chest.
Caleb’s gentle gaze never left yours.
“Did you sleep alright, Pips?”
He knelt in front of you, offering you a steaming mug of coffee. You rubbed at your eyes, suddenly aware of the chill in the morning air.
“I must have,” you mumbled, accepting the mug gratefully. “I can’t even remember falling asleep.”
Caleb’s mouth twitched with amusement, but he didn’t tease you. Not yet.
He only ducked his head, pulled off his hoodie, and held it out to you.
“Here.”
He took the mug back just long enough for you to slip into it. It was soooo warm and smelled like his cologne and campfire smoke.
You hummed happily when he pressed the mug back into your hands.
“Come sit by the fire. I already set up your chair.”
His hoodie fell nearly to your knees as you clumsily stood, swallowed up in the soft fleece. Caleb took your hand, pressing a little kiss to your knuckles as he steadied you.
Birds chirped excitedly nearby, hopping around the edge of the campsite to peck at the dirt in search of crumbs. Caleb watched you watching them, a goofy smile tugging at his mouth.
Your hair was wild. Your eyes were still heavy with sleep. You looked, frankly, like you had survived a Wanderer attack and barely lived to tell the tale.
He loved your sleepy little face so much, though, he just couldn’t resist.
“Hey, Pips…”
You looked over at him, only to dissolve into giggles as he smushed your cheeks between his hands.
“It’s too early for surprise attacks!”
Caleb laughed too, taking one last fond look before pressing a quick to your squished lips.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “Couldn’t help myself.”
He turned back to the fire, poking it for a bit while you settled beside him, soaking in the warm morning sun.
“What do you wanna do today?”
You hummed in contemplation, warming your hands around your mug as you looked out over the endless valley below. Sunlight spilled slowly over the mountains, turning the whole world gold.
The possibilities felt endless with your Caleb at your side.
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thinking about bf!caleb who let's you sit on his lap as he studies for his DAA exams.
bf!caleb who pats your hair and rubs your back as you yap quietly about your tough day. who knows just how to cheer you up: with cuddles in bed.
your sweet bf!caleb who is sweaty from practice flights, but showers at your pleas request. who returns in a pair of grey sweatpants (asshole) and dodges your teasing as he settles in behind your back.
bf!caleb who reefs the blankets up and over you two. who keeps you warmer than any heater. whose calloused palms press against your tummy while he reminds you to take deep belly breaths to calm down.
when you ask him to talk, to distract you from the sombreness settling in your bones, bf!caleb obeys without hesitation. for the next hour, he rambles on about calculating 3d vectors and the latest model aeroplane he's itching to get his hands on.
all the while, bf!caleb's thumb swipes back and forth over your hip bone soothingly. his dying chatter is replaced by tender kisses, first on your temple but then trailing down to your neck.
bf!caleb murmurs so softly, "this okay, pipsqueak?" you nod, content to let his hands and lips roam your pliant body.
somehow, bf!caleb ends up between your thighs. a complete accident, he swears! but a welcome one as his tongue plunges you into an ocean's depths of pleasure.
like a riptide, you're caught beneath the surface, bf!caleb's nimble fingers rolling over your clit and tongue tasting your walls to keep you submersed in a sea of ecstasy.
like gravity weighing down you, you're powerless against bf!caleb's forearm pushing your hips into the bed. you're overjoyed forced to lie there and take every mind-shattering, breath-taking lap of his tongue and movement of his fingers.
bf!caleb who can't doesn't stop until you're crying out, near hysterical from how many orgasms he's dragged out of you.
bf!caleb who cleans you up and holds you tightly to his chest as you return from the far reaches of the galaxy. and who kisses your forehead and praises you lovingly while sleep swallows you whole.
the tension has been building up all evening, but in the best way possible. it started at the restaurant, with caleb’s foot playfully tapping yours under the table, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a lazy smile when you tried to steal a bite of his food. then came the drive back in his car, he kept his hand on your thigh the entire time, his thumb tracing light teasing circles into your skin while he casually talked about his schedule like he wasn’t driving you out of your mind.
you kept shifting in the passenger seat, laughing softly and leaning over to whisper something entirely too close to his ear, loving the way his jaw tightened even as he laughed and shook his head. got him.
by the time he pulled into his driveway, your heart was doing flips and your panties were most definitely soaked. caleb’s usually easygoing grin had softened into something warm, dark and hungry. the second the front door clicked behind you, he doesn’t even give you a chance to take off your jacket before pulling you into his chest.
you laugh as he pushes you back against the wall, his body crowding you with a low, happy chuckle that vibrates against your lips. caleb’s hands were warm snd impatient as he slid your jacket off your shoulders, eyes glinting with pure affection in the dim lighting.
“you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice a sweet raspy rumble. his thumb catches your chin, tilting your face up to press a quick bruising kiss to your lips.
“maybe i am,” you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly as your hips press against his. “you always act so collected infront of me. i wanted to see you lose a little.”
“yeah? well, you’ve got your wish, baby,” he chuckles warmly, a sound that makes your pussy throb.
caleb dosen’t even take you to the bedroom. he hauls you straight up to his living room couch, scooping you up effortlessly as you laugh and cling to his broad shoulders. he strips you both down in a flash with his evol, his large hands tracing every corner of your naked body until you’re shivering and pulling him closer. caleb drops flat on his back against the cushions, his abs flexing. his cock was full hard, thick and leaking with shiny pre cum that catches the light from the window. your eyes widen slightly as you stare at it. it’s not the first time but it still manages to shock you how big caleb really is.
caleb grins as he catches you staring, grabbing your waist and lifting you up, positioning your wet, swollen folds right over the head of his cock. but he just holds your there, his warm, slick tip teasing the entrance of your cunt, rubbing against your clit with every small twitch of his hips.
“caleb, please,” you sob happily, head dropping to his shoulder as you try to force your hips down, but his grip on your waist is like steel. “don’t tease me. put it insideeeee. i’m so wet, it hurts.”
“not yet, pips,” he whispers, a smug, adoring smile on his face as he intentionally rubs his cock back and forth against your soaked folds, swearing your own wetness all over both ofyou. as you twist desperately above him, caleb catches the silver chain around his neck, lifting the cold metal of the tag up to your lips, pressing it down against your bottom one. “open up, baby. suck.”
you part your lips with a soft gasp, letting him slip it into you mouth. your tongue slides over the metal sucking down on it, tasting silver as caleb’s eyes darken at the sight. “good girl” he murmurs, thumb catching a bit of saliva at the corner of your lips. “hold onto that f’me while i stretch you out. let me hear you beg through it.”
you let out a muffled, desperate whimper around the metal, your gummy walls clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill you up. he releases his grip just enough, and you slide down, taking him all at once. your walls stretch painfully wide, fat cock practically splitting you open. a loud, breathless shriek leaves your throat, your whole body shivering as he fills every corner of you, plugging your pussy. you feel so full. so, so full.
“oh god...c-caleb, god, s-so big..” you choke out, your hands pressing hard against his chest for balance as your thighs tremble violently. “you’re stretching me out so m-much.”
“i’ve got you baby, just breathe,” he coos, voice softening with adoration even as his purple eyes burn with hunger. he reaches up, large hands cupping your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears of pleasure. “f-fuck, look at how pretty you look, pips”
you lift your hips, sliding up to the tip before slamming back down, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs fills the room, a loud, flithy rhythm that has caleb groaning out loud. you shift your weight and bounce on his cock, taking him entirely each time. the feeling as your toes curling into the couch, your clit rubbing against the base of his shaft.
“mm....just... like that,” caleb grunts, eyes closing and his muscles flexing beneath your hands as you ride him. “you’re doing so good, pips. so fucking tight, squeeze me.”
“i....hnng!..am squeezing you,” you cry out, pace turning wild and frantic as his mushroom tip keeps abusing your cervix. “ca—leb! look at me.....watch me do this to you.”
he opens his eyes, his pupils completely blown as he watches you above him. his hands fly to your waist, completely taking over the movement. he doesn’t let you set the pace anymore. caleb starts shoving his hips upward to meet your downward slams, his dick driving deep into your cunt, bottoming out inside you with intense pressure. with every drive of his cock upwards, the pressure in your stomach builds up, eyes rolling back as his cock rubs against your wet fluttering walls.
“you feel like heaven,” he rasps, breathing heavy and completely ragged as he fills his tip knocking against your limit. “soakin’ my thighs, pips. come for me. let me feel your cunt clamp down on me.”
“c-can’t.. too much! mmmh, oh fuck, i’m gonna-” you scream, head forwards as your vision goes blurr. you feel like you’re floating, his heavy thrusts hitting your sweet spot snd cervix over and over until you can’t take it anymore.
“yes you can, come on, give it to me,” he coaxes, his hands slamming your hips down one last time before pinning you against him, as your body completely shatters.
you arch your back, a loud and desperate whine ripping from your lungs as your orgasm washes over you. the walls of your pussy clench down on him in pulses, pouring your white slick all over him. caleb lets out a satisfied hum at your squeeze, his body going rigid for a second before he shoots his thick, hot cum deep inside you. he holds your down against him, groaning loudly as he spends himself inside your clenching cunt, his seed dripping and overflowing between your legs.
you collapse forward into his chest, burying your flushed face into neck with raggd breaths. caleb wraps his arms tightly around your naked, sweaty body, rolling you both over until you’re tucked securely against him. he peppers your tear stained face with soft, sweet kisses, chest rumbling with a quiet laugh as he buries his face in your hair.
“all that teasing in the car just for you to pass out against my chest like this,” his whispers, a soft chuckle vibrating against your skin. you swat at him. he loves it.
“goodnight, pips. let’s see if you’re still this brave in the morning.”
mimi : can y’all believe i didn’t just dive straight into the smut and actually waited before i let caleb put it in? me neither.
Every other pair of eyes on you feels like stealing. I’d pull you out of this reality and keep you locked away, making myself your only air. I can't stand sharing you. You’re mine. Completely. And I don’t care if that sounds like an obsession.
thinking about caleb playing with mc’s pussy so slowly in bed, her soft breathing and whimpering the only sound in the room besides how wet and juicy his fingers sound circling her clit. he’s kissing down her neck, then talking in a low register into her ear, saying “you can cum, pips. you can do it. that’s my baby.” when she does, her legs writhe around and he shoves his middle and ring finger inside her cunt to get her through it… something something ‘good girl. you listen to gege so well. yeah, you’re good like that. sexy little thing.’
Synopsis: Frat!Caleb gets turned on seeing you eat a lollipop
Frat!Caleb x Innocent!Reader
Warnings: frat!Caleb, mean!Caleb, blowjob, innocent!reader, Caleb's mind is in the gutter 24/7, manhandling, size difference, dom/sub undertones, spitting, nicknames (honey, good girl), slight aftercare, lemme know if I missed anything!
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You were too engrossed in the pages of your sociology textbook to notice the purple-eyed male, who couldn’t tear away his gaze from your syrup-stained lips.
During one of your psychology lectures, you learned that chewing gum while studying aided in recalling important information. Though you knew your jaw would grow tired from the repetitive action that came with chewing gum, you figured eating a lollipop could have a similar outcome as it was another form of oral stimulation.
Caleb was able to remember the day you had told him. To be honest, he had found the whole concept a bit idiotic. Who would waste their time conducting a trial on the affects of chewing gum and memory recall? But now that he sat across from you, his own textbook abandoned beside him, it made sense. His gaze stayed on you, remembering the way your small tongue looked as it poked past your lips to remove the sugary residue off the corner of your mouth.
He knew you were trying to be quiet as the library was also being used by other students, but every so often, a soft popping or a gentle slurping sound reached his ears. It was enough to catch his attention. With his chin resting in the palm of his hand while the other absentmindedly twirled his pen, his eyes flicked over to you at the sound. Enamored with the way your lips would pucker around the hard ball of candy, his mouth opened slightly as his mind wandered elsewhere.
By the time the two of you had made it back to his place, you only had yourself to blame as you gazed up at Caleb who was hastily unzipping his jeans as he sat on the couch. The entire time, his gaze was focused on your eyes that gazed up at him in total wonder.
On your knees and in between his spread legs, he didn’t even give you the chance to speak before he was cradling the back of your head with one hand and angling his flushed cock towards your mouth with the other.
“Spit.” He ordered.
You did as you were told, the red coloring clinging to your tongue turning the glob that landed on his tip a sweet pink.
He moved your head side to side, spreading the spit along your lips, unbothered as it reached your cheeks and chin. At the same time, he made sure to cover the curved length as he knew you’d need some help to take him.
“Now be a good girl and open.”
You were hesitant, but you did as you were told, the sight of your soft tongue as your mouth fell open making his dick twitch.
Shoving the tip past your lips, Caleb’s head fell back against the backrest as your warm mouth surrounded his length. Just like your cunt, it was warm, wet, soft, and inviting. His hips bucked once, the action driving his cock down your throat for a few seconds.
“You were driving me crazy, honey.” A grunt slipped past his lips as he felt your throat convulse as you gagged around his tip. “Had my dick getting hard while at the library like some damn loser.”
Lifting his head from the backrest to get a good look at you, his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed as breathy moans fell from his swollen lips.
You didn’t have to do much as he did most of the work, moving your head up and down with the grip he had on your hair. He refused to break eye contact. The sight of your wide eyes staring up at him with tears clinging to your lashes had him spilling a small amount of cum as his cock involuntarily jerked at the view.
He had to slow down every so often as you still needed to remember to breathe through your nose, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you.
“You sucked off that lollipop just fine…” He smiled as he heard you whine in embarrassment. You tried to pull away. He didn’t allow it. “…why is my dick any different?”
Every time you gagged, a lovely blush overtook the apple of your cheeks.
“I know you have a hard time with my size, but-ah, shit…j-just like that, honey…but it can’t be helped.” He let out a breathy moan followed by your name, his eyes fluttered shut as he felt himself reaching his limit. “You suck cock pretty well for a sweet little thing.”
Feeling his abs flex and his balls tightened, he shoved his whole length into your mouth, making sure his cum spilled down your throat. The load he spilled was far too much for you, the excess escaping past the corners of your mouth and down your chin. Once he pulled you off his cock, you took in a deep breath before coughing, your throat sore and your voice too weak to even try to say anything.
Caleb made sure to gently wipe away the cum that remained on your skin, bringing his stained fingers to his mouth. When the substance met his tongue, he could taste himself, mixed with the lollipop from before and your lip gloss. His dick, that still needed to be put away, lay on his abdomen, the red color that clung to your tongue now covering the first few inches of it.
He didn’t mind. He was too occupied cleaning you up with a spare t-shirt he had hanging over the armrest to even care. Once your breathing is regulated, he runs a hand over your head, smoothing down a few stray strands.
Flinching slightly as his hands cupped your face, you allowed Caleb’s thumbs to wipe away the tears that had fallen, their tracks disappearing from your flustered face. The corner of his mouth twitched as he snickered when you nuzzled against his palm.
“I don’t mind having your cute little mouth on my cock, but if I’m being honest, I prefer eating you out.”
Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
Three instances where Caleb Xia felt afraid of the person you were.
In truth, he couldn't quite measure the fear the way a normal person could. He'd seen it all. He's faced off Wanderers that could shred you to pieces without much effort. He's survived several assassination attempts, only one taking his arm in the process. He'd drifted into the inky black darkness of space and came back out the same.
But watching someone like you fight with an Evol that volatile and destructive like it didn't cost you a single thing was exhilarating. The way you moved was wild and unpredictable. Too wild. Too unpredictable.
You fought like you had nothing to lose.
And wasn't that terrifying, when he knew that you had so much to lose. You had a family. You had friends. You had dreams and aspirations with a full life ahead of you. And yet, you were choosing to fight like you never had them to begin with.
What made you so twisted that you so willingly chose to throw your life away?
The second instance was understanding that you were not at all what you seemed. He thought he knew you. Cool. Relaxed. Kind. You got along with almost everyone you met. Your emotional maturity was almost envious. Nothing quite got under your skin as you brushed off insults and complaints with a roll of your eyes and a shrug of your shoulders. "Some people are always going to hate you no matter what you do. So, you might as well just learn to live with it and enjoy your own life." You said once over a dinner date.
Caleb thought he knew you. He truly thought he knew the levels of your anger. He knew when you got annoyed. He knew when you were frustrated. He knew when you just wanted to vent and rant about someone at work. He knew what triggered you. He knew what actually pissed you off.
But to see the true scope of your anger wasn't a violent outburst of power. It wasn't an explosion that led to a fist fight. It wasn't bloody knuckles or busted lips or broken bones. It was so much colder, with malicious intent as you attacked not with your hands but with your words. You didn't speak to intimidate. You weren't trying to win an argument.
You wanted the person that dared to fully piss you off to break.
Vulnerabilities. Secrets. Insecurities. It didn't matter. You hit below the belt. You stabbed them in the back. You threw their mistakes back in their face. Caleb realized you paid far more attention to people than you let on. You knew what would hurt them the most and sat with the knowledge like it was ammunition you weren't ready to use yet.
How terrifying that the person that people looked towards as a friend and confided in was the one person they never should have trusted? That you were willing to set the bridge on fire while they were still crossing just to watch them fall.
Caleb couldn't pretend he wouldn't have done the same thing. He couldn't sit there and judge you when he was just as messed up as you were. The true terror that lied within him was knowing you could easily turn on him and you knew, very down in the depths of your heart, what could absolutely destroy him.
The final instance was when she came back into his life. When the life he lived with you, sharing a part of his home and even a tiny speck of his heart with you, would end.
Caleb knew the day would come that he'd put an end to the relationship he built with you. He just didn't expect it to happen so fast. He never told you, but you never needed him to.
He prepared himself emotionally, mentally and physically. He wanted to give you one final day filled to the brim with excitement and happiness before he delivered the news, because he was so sure that you were going to hate him.
Nothing he did prepared him for your reaction.
He sat you down and told you he was ending things. He revealed the truth to you about the woman he truly loved and how much it meant to him to be with her. He told you that he never loved you.
But you didn't react the way he imagined you did. You didn't scream or yell at him. You didn't tear him apart with your words. You didn't do anything. You just checked your phone, laughing to yourself about something before pocketing it and smiling that you should pack your stuff then.
He thought that you were simply in denial. He thought that you hadn't fully processed his words. He genuinely believed that you were just doing this to fuck with him at this point. He thought... He thought he knew anything about you.
But as you smiled at him, joked with him and teased him that the least he could do was help you gather your stuff from his place, he realized the true terror of someone who could play the part of someone so perfectly human. There was nothing in your eyes.
Your smile reached your eyes. Your voice carried the same casual tone. You responded the way you usually did. You moved like you always did as you packed your stuff. But Caleb couldn't shake off the creeping dread of being in the presence of something so eerily inhuman.
Just how often did you pretend? How long did you keep up the act? How could you so appear so seamless as you went about his home, mulling over what constitutes as yours if you both bought it together. You murmured to yourself as you weighed the pros and cons of taking something with you that you really liked but wouldn't use that often now that you didn't have use for it.
"Aren't you angry?" He whispered behind you as you packed the few articles of clothing you brought in a box, more concerned with the arrangement than the elephant in the room.
"No, not really. Don't you remember what I told you when we started dating?" You looked over your shoulder, smiling at him like you always did. Like he was the only one that deserved to see a smile so full of tenderness and love. That he was the one person that knew the real you. "None of my relationships last. You're just another one that was never meant to be."
How much of it was real? No, he knew it was real. He knew the way you took his face in your hands to pepper kisses all over it that it meant something. He knew that when you looked at him, you saw someone that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He knew that you meant every whispered confession of love into his skin. He knew that you meant every compliment.
Damn it, he knew that you loved him when you held him through his worst moments. Every single time his hands were stained with blood, you took them in yours without fear or disgust and told him that they brought you so much comfort. Every shared laugh meant something. Every look meant something. Every kiss meant something.
The terror wasn't that he felt he was tricked. He wasn't.
It was the fact that the moment he betrayed you, you severed your ties. You didn't even flinch as you took all those moments you shared with him and lit them up without a second thought. In your mind, in your heart, they no longer meant a single damn thing.
He wasn't a friend. He wasn't a stranger. He was something you were tolerating and playing nice with until you were done with him.
And that hurt far deeper than he could ever imagine.
Friday nights for you were never about parties, nor about singing the lyrics to your favourite song so loud you'd wake up with a sore throat the next day. Friday nights, for you, were about laying face down in his bed, nose buried in his pillows, as you breathed in his scent. Friday nights, for you, were about moaning your childhood best friend's name so loud, that this would be the reason for your sore throat the next day.
Caleb was protective of you, that was no secret. He wanted to keep you away from every harm in this world, wanted to shield you from every danger and every wrong and every sin. Celeb wanted to keep you pure, delicate and fragile. So he never goes all the way in, even when you cry, even when you beg, even when you whine your “please Caleb, please” in his pillows over and over again; his tip is all you're getting.
He first drags his cock against your soaked panties, the head catching against your sensitive nub purposefully “Look at how wet you are. All that because of a little kiss?” He was teasing, always. Then he'd slowly push the ruined lace down your legs, and instead of discarding them somewhere on the floor like a normal person would, he stealthily put them away in his bedside table for later use. “The prettiest” he'd breathe out, pressing a kiss along your spine, one hand keeping your face pressed firmly in the cushions, muffling out your whimpers, the other sliding down your body, long fingers finding your little bundle of nerves and drawing tight circles around it.
A few weeks ago, that would've been all, but somehow, someway, you convinced him to take it a step further, now he groaned when he slipped his tip in, far enough to feel your core tightening around him, shallow enough to make himself believe that he wasn't tainting you. And it always ends the same way, he overwhelms you; his hour long make out sessions, his fingers rubbing frantically at your clit, his tip stretching you out but never reaching deep enough; it's unfair, really. But maybe he likes spending his Friday nights watching you cry into his own pillows, looking at you while you choke out his name, even when you finally, finally cum after what feels like ages, frustrated. Maybe he likes spending his Friday nights pulling out of your wet and tight cunt at the very last second, spilling his seed onto your lower back instead of deep into your womb, because for Caleb you're still too good for this, an angel he doesn't want to drag down to hell with him just yet.
summary: in which you ask about the lads boys condom size.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: suggestive content so NSFW / MDNI, xavier’s a little vulgar, zayne is lovely, rafayel wants to kill himself again (!!!), sylus is lovely again, caleb is strange. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), only a few comments/compliments but nothing explicitly stated. that’s it (i think)
p.s. this is based on a req SO i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) ^^
a/n: yes…that is a cocoaxia original photo…no i don’t want to talk about the implications of me going about my normal human business and stopping to take a photo of the condom aisle to subsequently use for A LADS SMAU…i do it all for the realism…don’t ever say i'm not committed to you ladsnation…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
𝟅ϱ sum. nerd caleb stifles your sounds! cw : mdni, exhibitionist kink, stomach bulging, squirting, mean dom! caleb.
you weren’t supposed to be doing this— hell, you were supposed to be doing everything else in the world rather than getting broken into by caleb. in a library of all places.
“ f-fuuuck,” caleb swallows, making a point to quiet his moans, as the sheer volume would get you both banned from every library across the world. your sopping cunt slurps him in fully, with sultry sounds and your pleasure stricken face to top it all off. or maybe it’s how he’s taking you in a public area where anyone could walk in at any time; the sheer feeling of being outside and careless fills him with unexplainable glee. your fingers desperately hold onto the rocking table, legs spread open wide to fit his slim hips slamming into you, struggling to hold back every mewl of encouragement and his name. “ you’re one nasty girl, seducin’ me just to get fucked out in the open, but you don’t care, do you?”
the answer is evidently no.
you whined, hazy, glossed over eyes staring into his as your manicured nails pinched and pulled at your perked nipples. caleb was impressively thick, a fact that never failed to surprise you once you remembered he was a loser virgin before you who somehow adapted to what you liked, being able to fuck you into a speechless mess as of today. “ haaaarder, caleb! need it to be meaner, please.”
“ h-hah, would if i could, you know t-that. but we’re in a public space, or did that airy head of yours forget, huh?” he groans, pressing a hand to firmly push down on your bulging lower stomach, making you whine out. you feel so full, devastatingly so as the hand pressing you further into the rocking table makes you keenly aware that your walls are being stretched fully to accommodate the thick span of his staggering cock. you whine, legs squeezing around his hips, locking your ankles around his broad back to pull him in impossibly deeper, giving a cute, dick drunk giggle as caleb prays to every god there is to be quiet and not to cum quickly. “ not a thought in your brain besides getting fucked and being a dirty mess for me, but you like it that way. just look at how yer’ squeezin’ me in.”
“ i don’t care who’s around! want you to be mean, c-caleb. fuck! don’t a-act like you don’t want to be.”
caleb loved studying your facial expressions. the way your eyes would brighten with lewdness as the tip of his cock would bottom in your walls, or how you cutely scrunched your face when he hit your sweet spots with little to no effort. and he especially loved the sweet sounds you’d make— a gasp when he briefly brushed against your cervix, or the punctured out gasps that would leave your chest in hot heaves of air when he felt like being extra degrading and using your body until it was close to breaking beyond repair.
you open your mouth to voice another complaint, where a strong hand cuts you off, albeit rudely.
“ nothing. don’t say anything else. bite on my necklace ‘n keep your mouth shut, yeah?” he removes his hand, and you do what he demanded. your teeth bite down on the jiggling dog tags hovering above you, for which he rewards your obedience with firm swirls against your twitching clit. the indecent, sopping sounds filled in the environment where your usual moans lacked, continuing to keep teary eye contact with the man above you, making your senses surrender and fill with him. “ goood girl, you can listen after all, hmm. from now on, your pussy ‘s doing all the talking.”
you moan, feeling his length buck into your pussy with animalistic thrusts, kiss-plumped lips turned into a teasing smirk, while his eyes intensely stare at yours— in fact, he reaches out his hand, entwining his long fingers with your strands, refusing to let you look away from his hypnotizing gaze. not even for a second.
caleb’s thick cock broke into you with frightening velocity; seeing how you jerk with a shrill but quiet mewl, he knew that he had hit past your sweet spot and firmly against your sensitive cervix. the dog tags in your mouth are the only thing keeping you grounded, preventing you from slipping beyond a frenzied state as you slobber around the warming silver in your mouth.
“ feel ya clenching around me, you’re close aren’t you? mmph, you don’t know it, but you’re way cuter when your mouth is full.”
unexpectedly, your orgasm crashes over you. the pressure builds and builds until you’re clenching desperately his cock, suffocating every length, including his thickened base, with juices squirting from your pussy. your back arches into a deep bend, as your nails dig into your palms, moaning around the intruder in your mouth as you’re still being fucked into the table— rocking the object obscenely against the floor.
“ pussy’s so g-greedy, yknow how to take it all like a good girl.” his breath hitches in his throat, both hands are now littering your hips with deep, purple blooming bruises as you’re aware he’s keenly close to pumping you full of cum. his glasses sit crooked on his nose bridge, as sweat drips down his forehead and his neck— despite that, he doesn’t look close to tired, having the stamina of a pro it seemed like. his length drove into you so deeply, making your upper body push back into the rocking object beneath you, teeth still caught around his necklace, making his body follow where you tugged him. the action doing more to him than you realized as he came.
and fuck is it a lot.
filling every corner impossible inch of your pussy with lewd fluids, until most of it spills out onto the table. not that either one of you are present enough to care. “ we’re making such’a mess, pips. not that you care, fuck, think they’re gonna check the cameras later?”
“ what?”
“ ah… i should’ve stopped, but the library attendant definitely heard us, i bet she’s still looking over here.”
“ what!” you sit up with panic, completely ready to fly out the cursed library and somewhere to the nearest airport to move far away and change your identity, lust got in the way of all rationality once again.
“ hah, made you look! i honestly didn’t think you’d fall for it.” it doesn’t matter where you are or how nasty you fuck, caleb is still a virgin loser.
As a famous and well-sought after artist, Rafayel had the luxury of taking as many or as little commissions that he wanted. Well, at least within the constraints of his manager Thomas, who was more than eager to broaden Rafayel's network and prestige.
Rafayel, himself, didn't seem to care about accepting all of these commissions just to please the masses or garner the attention of artist snobs. If he felt the inspiration for it, he'd do it right away. If not, Thomas is bickering at him for days about an upcoming deadline that was more or less forgotten.
His current commission was unfortunately the latter.
It was some billionaire this time, an older woman who took great pride in creating a lucrative enterprise all on her own. She had spoken with Thomas about hiring Rafayel for a few wall-sized pieces to be put in her new luxury resort chain down by some expensive islands, the kind that television advertisements would romanticize.
She didn't give Rafayel any specific concepts or sketches, simply that this was a luxury resort to invoke romance for couples and beach living. Seemed easy enough, if only Rafayel could find the motivation to do them.
Romance and love wasn't exactly something Rafayel was overflowing with.
He had this everlasting bond tethered to MC, a woman who happened to be the little girl he had met when he was a young Lemurian. It seemed like he was waiting lifetimes to see her again, but despite that, the bond was merely a faint afterthought in this current life.
MC was in love with this doctor from Akso Hospital, a childhood friend apparently, according to her after he practically pestered her to spill the beans on her private life.
It left a bitter feeling in his heart, knowing he wasn't the only one who shared these moments of youth with her. Especially when she never returned back to the beach they met, a promise that was never fulfilled ever again.
She had forgotten him it seemed, and only ever remembered bits and pieces when they met as adults. Though their meeting wasn't exactly a happy reunion, she was simply a woman getting leads for her job.
A hunter meeting an artist. Once acquaintances, and now maybe somewhat friends. Begrudgingly, he supposed. He's probably messaged her more times than she did, her answers often short and brief.
Rafayel told himself it was fine, that not being the one in her heart as long as she was happy and thriving was enough for him. It didn't heal the growing loneliness within himself however.
He thought he hid it well, always masking such pain with playful sarcasm and well-placed smiles. No one in the media could tell the difference, he was just a famous artist with the exuberance of a man that was extremely talented and desired.
Though, the ones close in his life, like his aunt Thalia and Thomas, knew that when he was not in front of cameras or a canvas, he was a much different person than what is perceived.
There were many days where he would lay motionless in his bed with shut doors, his dissociative eyes lingering past the vast ocean from his windows as morning and night passed like an excruciating blur.
He was just escaping out of such a rut, at the insistence of Thomas who came by that morning after not hearing him for the past week.
It wasn't a big deal to him. So what if he didn't move or eat much for those few days? He'll get back to normal soon enough.
It's why he decided to don on some casual beach clothes and take his DSLR camera with him after all of Thomas's nagging and begrudging reluctance to eat breakfast.
He eventually reasoned with Thomas enough that if he took some pictures out by the beaches of Whitesand Bay today, he should at least be able to have enough inspiration to start the commissioned paintings.
Which wasn't a total lie, it's just part of it was so he could get some fresh air and more time to himself. Luckily, Thomas nodded with a tired sigh, parting with him at his house to who knows where in order to do all the busy work that comes with maintaining an artist.
Rafayel spent what seemed like hours walking across the coastline, trekking past the threshold of his home to the more public areas of the beach. With time, he started to see more faces around.
Couples, families, tourists... All of them living in their own little bubbles while he walked past them by his lonesome.
He did as he said he would, taking pictures of the oceanic landscape and inhabitants enjoying it.
Smiles and lighthearted laughter accompanied the rhythmic crashing of waves, the subtle sizzle and pop of damp sand being touched with seafoam. The golden sun was set high, a few clouds swirling in the blue skies. Winds smelled of salt and memories, his mind whisking him to a nostalgic, yet melancholy time.
Everything around him felt like a painting. Tangible and beautiful, but completely out of his grasp to step into. He felt as though he had no part of it, no ties like everyone else did.
He had no lover's hand to hold while walking, no child of his own following him around with sea shells to show him, not even a friend to converse with under a large, colorful parasol.
He was... alone. Painfully so.
With a long, somber exhale, Rafayel adjusts his camera's strap around his neck before bringing it up to take more photos. At this point it was becoming tedious work rather than bringing him anything joyful.
Another view of the ocean. Click.
Sprawling sands with people doing various activities. Click.
A woman crouched down with her phone pointed towards the sand...
Before his index finger could press the capture button, he paused and continued to stare through the viewfinder.
She seemed like an ordinary woman, wearing her light blue jean shorts, a loose summer camisole, and a cream colored crocheted sweater over top it all.
Her hair wisped around her face from the ocean breeze, her sandal covered feet shifting against the sand as she moved her phone horizontally and vertically a bunch of times.
He wouldn't think much of it, if not for her expression.
Her eyes were bright, blinking with crinkled eyes and a wide smile that made the apples of her cheeks that much more rounder. An ordinary face, or so he wanted to believe.
Rafayel couldn't help but be curious to what was so interesting on the ground, his camera zooming and pointing downward. With a focused squint of his eye through the viewfinder, his eyebrow slowly raised in surprised realization.
Crabs. Speckled and spotted ones.
She was enamored by the little scuttle of them heading sideways away from her. Her fingers could be seen frantically capturing the movement, following as they scurried further and further towards the shore.
Even from this distance, he could see the inaudible chuckle she lets out to herself as she was procuring her album with a scroll and tap of her index finger. He didn't know why, but he almost wished he could see what was so funny. As though he wanted to join in on her fun.
Rafayel blinks back into focus when he realizes she's moved from his camera view, his head raising up to notice she was heading off further down the beach. Without much of a plan, his feet started taking him forward, following her every little action.
Every so often she pauses when she finds a colorful shell, stuffing it into her pocket before surveying the sands again. He kept himself a short distance away, stopping and trailing behind when necessary.
He tried to appear nonchalant, pointing his camera elsewhere with a small melodic hum while he looked at her from the corner of his eye.
There was nothing fascinating about what she was doing. People shell collect and take pictures of the beach all the time. It was nothing special. So then why was he picking up on all her subtle mannerisms?
Her hand repeatedly brushed her hair away from her face when the winds would pick up, which only made her sweater sleeves drop back and forth down from her elbows to her knuckles.
Clumps of sand were definitely getting into her sandals and in between her toes, making her waddle similarly to a duck. That managed to get a undignified snort out of him that he was hardly able to restrain with a back of his hand.
It was only when she stopped for a final time, crouching down in front of a group of hermit crabs that his body practically froze on the spot.
What now? Wait until she's finished taking pictures again?
Surely to anyone taking notice of this would say he looks a bit creepy, standing off to the side just staring at her.
But what would he say? He wasn't a stranger to talking with, well, strangers.
He didn't understand where this hesitation he was feeling right now was coming from.
It was almost as if he was afraid to disturb her peace with his presence. Would she even want him there or be bothered by some random man coming up to her?
His fingers tapped along the edges of his camera, lips pursing in thought.
He was tempted to leave now as the awkwardness seeped into his very body, but when he sees her eyes sparkle over the crabs and a soft giggle leave her lips, something told him the embarrassment of not knowing what would happen was worse than leaving and never seeing her again.
With a small huff of breath through his nose, he finds the courage to get his own sandals moving across the warm sand.
"Taking pictures of crabs?" He asks once he was a few feet from her.
His voice makes her head whip up, the upturn of her round eyes causing a momentary lapse in his attempted suave demeanor.
Cute.
Why was the first thing that came to mind was that she looked cute?
And why was he feeling more fidgety and clammier than before?
"Ah, sorry, am I in your way?" She frantically voices out, quickly getting up into a standing position with her phone held tightly in one hand.
His eyes darted down to the hermit crabs scurrying off at the sudden commotion before slowly raising them back up to her, offering a small smile.
"Oh, no, it's fine. You're not." He notes, bringing a hand to nervously run through his hair, "Sooo, I was just curious... What's the pictures for?"
"Hm? Oh, uh, just for myself."
"Ah, right. I guess a lot of people do, huh. Do you... post them?"
"Um, well... sometimes, on my Moments account." She mumbles, her gaze flitting to her phone.
Was her cheeks getting flushed the longer they talked? It was hard not to notice in the bright sunlight.
Rafayel had to hold back an intrigued smirk, choosing instead to tilt his head in teasing inquisitive.
"Ooh, I see. A famous influencer, huh?"
She lets out a sudden snort, or really more like a chortle, at the tease. Their eyes both widened at the same time as soon as the sound left her throat, but his was more out of surprise compared to her more flustered mortification.
"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh like that."
His smile rose significantly, shaking his head.
"It's okay. Glad you liked my humor. I'm Rafayel, by the way."
"...Nonmc." She murmurs, giving a subtle smile back in greeting, "Nice to meet you."
His shoulder straightened at the pleasant introductions, somewhat pleased to have accomplished such a thing. Well, at least first impressions were going good so far.
"You know, phone cameras are good, but they always miss the finer details." He explains, tapping a hand against the side of the DLSR camera hanging around his neck, "Wanna try mine?"
Her eyebrows rose, lips parting into adorable confusion.
"Huh? Oh, I... I don't know. I feel like I'll break it or something."
"Don't worry, just follow my lead. Here, you can put the strap around your neck."
Nonmc sputters quietly, wanting to protest but failing to do so as he enthusiastically tugged the camera strap off his shoulders and gently put it around hers instead.
She could only blink rapidly as he helped lift her hair up that was getting caught under the strap, his fingers brushing against the edges of her crocheted sweater.
"Heavy?" He asks with a gentle cadence.
"...A little."
"You'll get the hand of it, I'm sure. Here, put your hands on each side of the camera like how I did."
She follows his gestures with tentative movements, raising her eyebrows in silent approval. He nods in agreement, moving to her side and pointing at sections of the camera with his index finger.
"Just like that! Now, you can look through here. The zoom scroll is up there and you click this button to capture."
She hums softly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
Rafayel was quite near to her shoulder, the speckles of pink and blue in his eyes becoming a bit mesmerizing. She swallowed thickly, calming her nervous beating heart and focusing on his instructions.
After a few adjustments and a steady squint of her eye through the viewfinder, there is an audible click that sounds off as she takes a picture. She pulls back slightly, scrunching her nose at the small screen where her created image popped up from.
A simple landscape shot of the shoreline, the edges shaky and slightly tilted.
"...I think it came out blurry." She mentions with a disappointed pout.
He glanced away from the camera's screen, taking in her features while she was busy scrolling the zoom pad to examine her mistakes. The pucker of her plush lips, the slope of her round nose, the eyelashes upon her eyes that looked full of bubbly life.
"I messed it up, Rafayel." She added, turning to him with furrowed eyebrows.
"That's okay. It was the first try."
Nonmc still hums sadly, one of her hands reaching for the camera strap as though she was ready to hand it back after her failed attempt. He immediately hovers up a hand to stop her, shaking his head quickly.
"Don't stop now. You just started!"
"But I already tested it out..."
"Mm-mm, you only took one photo. Try taking some more. Come onnn, don't tell me you're actually busy right now."
"Well, I..." She glances around the beach, the picturesque atmosphere too tempting to explore with the camera, "I guess I wasn't."
"Then I'll follow your lead! The SD card has a lot of memory, so do it to your heart's content!"
"Are you sure..?"
"Positive! I won't take my camera back until I'm satisfied."
She puffs up her cheeks in thought, the adorable expression stirring up his heart for reasons he couldn't explain. Only once she nodded back did he smile widely in accomplishment.
Just as Rafayel said he would, he followed her lead around even when he knew the beaches and coasts of Whitesand Bay like the back of his hand.
He's been here countless of times, it didn't matter if it was early morning or the dwindling hours of night. This, however, was the first time he walked here with the purpose of seeing through the eyes of someone else.
Where his walks was usually for quiet, solemn contemplation, hers was brimming with curiosity. She had been shy at the start, nervously clicking the capture button with less-than confident intention.
After a half hour of crouching and pointing the camera as far or as close as she wanted to, his words full of encouragement sprinkled in here and there for each picture taken, she started to have this pep in her step that signified just how much she had been warming up to doing this activity.
It was odd. Usually he was more cautious in offering his things to others or at worse, potentially feeling the incidental touch of another. With her, she was respectful, murmuring little apologies and giving reassuring smiles to show she meant no harm if her shoulder brushed his or something similar.
Her hands were gentle around his camera too, holding it with such care as to not let it dangle precariously around her neck or allow sand to enter the small crevices.
Nonmc was receptive to advice he had on any pictures she took, sometimes even giggling at his teasing remarks rather than taking them as serious jabs. At some point, he was simply fishing for more conversations, listening to her hum or mumble an answer in response to his mindless babbling.
He learned of little tidbits. Work, family, hobbies... even nonsensical facts like what color her shell would be if she was a hermit crab herself.
She took it all in stride, answering with as much enthusiasm she could muster around flushed, embarrassed cheeks. Even when he alluded to his fame as an artist, which she seemed at least a bit aware of, she still didn't pry on anything that anyone else would have taken the chance to.
People usually cared to know about how much money he had or what other famous people he knew, but she never asked. Instead, she began with questioning what were his favorite types of paints and brushes to use.
It seemed like all she wanted to know was what made him become an artist in the first place. She was interested in the inner workings of his mind, or at least what he'd allow her to see. He never expected that each time he'd offer up a new fact to learn about him, that her eyes would sparkle in awe.
It was different. To be seen as Rafayel, rather than Rafayel, the artist.
Soon enough, the sun that was high within the sky had dipped close to the ocean's horizon, leaving the beach in a dark orange glow. He takes that chance to eventually seat himself on the cooling sand, gesturing for her to take the spot next to him.
"Come on, let's sit here and review what you've taken so far."
Nonmc hums in agreement, lowering herself down so she could sit and tug the camera strap off from around her neck. Her thumb would then start to press down on the arrow button for the camera's dial every so often, pursing her lips at each image popping up on the screen.
"I think I took too many photos."
"It's fineee. We can choose and delete any you don't like. Sound good?"
"I guess so..."
And so that's what led them to just procuring her photography session for the next half hour, the gentle waves crashing against the shoreline and the occasional conversation of people passing by giving that comfortable, almost cozy feeling to the atmosphere.
"Sooo... what brought you to Whitesand Bay in the first place anyways?" He asks as she was silently looking over the photos, his hands fidgeting with a colorful rock that was nearby.
"Hm? Oh, it's my day off today so I decided to come to the beach. I figured I'd go to one of the best ones."
"You do that often? Going to beaches?"
"Ugh, I wish, but sadly no. Actually, it's probably been a few years since I really visited a beach before."
"Oh? City life problems?"
"Yeah." She answers with a soft huff of laughter, "Something like that."
Nonmc lets out a long sigh, lowering the camera to rest over her lap so she could gaze out at the waters.
"I remember I used to come to the beach all the time when I was younger. My friends and I used to play mermaids."
Rafayel snorts, the mention of that little game feeling a bit ironic when she was literally sitting next to what would be a merman.
"Mermaids..?" He repeated with a playful raise of his eyebrows.
"Hah, yeah, we'd bring our own twine and jewelry kits to make stuff from the ocean. Shells, rocks... you name it. We'd spent all day crowning ourselves with our jewelry and pretend to be different mermaid princesses presenting our gifts."
Somehow learning that she was playing pretend-Lemurian did amuse him. He even wondered what she'd look like as one.
What kind of shimmering scales would she have? Purple? Aqua? Maybe blue like his?
He thought it would have been nice if she was actually Lemurian, knowing he could have grown up with someone like her. He kind of liked the idea, to be honest.
Nonmc clears her throat right after, her eyes going downcast with a dejected smile.
"I must seem pretty weird to you, huh." She mentions in a dull tone, making him furrow his eyebrows slightly in confusion.
"Why do you say that?"
"I... I'm very quiet and... I usually don't talk to people for very long. It's why I stumble on my words and go into these long tangents that no one really cares about. I'm just... I'm not like you."
"What? 'Not like you'? Please, I'm not perfect either."
"That's not true."
"Hah, come onnnn, you're flattering me."
"I mean it."
"Yeah, yeahhh."
"I'm..! I'm telling the truth!" She suddenly exclaims in annoyance, staring at him with wide eyes before darting them away bashfully from her outburst, "I... I mean, I think you are... in my opinion."
Rafayel blinks over at her profile in bewilderment, before suddenly bursting into a bright chuckle. Her face burns from his laughter, her lips settling into a deep frown.
"No, no, don't be upset, I'm not laughing at you." He reassures her, waving his hands up to dismiss the notion, "Honestly, I think you're way off the mark for yourself."
"...Huh?"
"Well, you wanna talk about being perfect? You're actually quite confident yourself."
"Me? No way."
"Why not? Look at you, you're talking to me right now. Telling me about your interests, your whole life. Who can confidently talk about that?"
"That's because I'm getting comfortable. Besides... we'll probably never see each other again anyways, so it's just easier this way."
His eyebrows knit tightly together at that, his head moving in closer with an accusatory gaze.
"What do you mean we won't see each other again? Aren't we friends?"
"H-Huh? Are we..?" She sputters, blinking rapidly at his sudden near proximity.
"Seriously? We took pictures all afternoon and are chit-chatting together. Or is it because we didn't play mermaids? Well, excuuuse me, I didn't know I was supposed to bring twine and jewelry kits to the beach today in order to make a new friend."
His miffed demeanor, that pout and fiery stare... She couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth as more of it threatened to spill.
"Oh, now you're laughing at me? How dare you!" He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Geez... You know, you're... kind of dorky."
"Me, dorky?!" Rafayel practically cries out, making her shush him as people walking by turned their heads at the commotion, "I am not dorky!"
"Oh my god, Rafayel, It's not an insult. I meant dorky in a... cute kind of way."
He harrumphs, but at least quiets down at hearing her admit he was cute and perfect. How could he not preen at that?
"Well... since you meant well, I'll let it slide. But we are friends now, right?"
Nonmc sighs in halfhearted resignation, nodding along.
"Yes, yes, we're friends, if that's what you want."
"I do want that. And you should know, that friends... are supposed to gift each other things. It's like rule number one." He explains matter-of-factly.
"Huh? But... I don't have anything to give you right now."
Rafayel gives her an unimpressed look before taking ahold of his camera from her lap and placing it down onto his own. She thought she had done something else to somehow irk him, but instead, he starts to take off a bracelet that was around one of his wrists, dropping it into her palm as a replacement.
"Fine, I'll start then. Here. You owe me a gift for next time."
She slowly gazed down at her palm, lips parting in shock at the shiny golden chain decorated with various glittering, iridescent pearls of creamy whites and baby blues.
"Are these..."
"Yup. Actual pearls."
Nonmc couldn't believe her eyes at the intricate bracelet. These many pearls on a singular piece of jewelry would cost a fortune, and yet he had at least a dozen or more attached to it.
Not to mention the chain itself would fetch a hefty price.
The disparity between being a famed, wealthy artist and a regular person was quite clear.
"How did... This many..?" She managed to ask, eyes now as wide as saucers.
"That's a secret. Buuut just know I made it all by myself."
"The whole thing?"
"Mhm. The whole thing. You're not the only one who knows how to use jewelry kits."
"Wow..."
He looked over at her smugly, his hands leaning back behind him so he could leisurely square up his shoulders confidently.
"You can keep it."
Her head lifts up in one quick second at his statement, her expression now in complete disbelief.
"W-What? No, I couldn't take this."
"It's a gift. I want you to have it."
"You... Ugh, you won't let me say no, will you?"
"Nope." He answers readily, making her groan and hang her head down in defeat.
While he enjoyed teasing her, there was more to him giving that bracelet up.
Those pearls, they were the very ones he has cried before. Some old, some recent.
In the past, his tears were like endless mockery of his sorrow and pain. A reminder of all the things he lost and could never have.
He used to hide them away, kick them under some furniture or pack it away into some box so that it would stay buried between numerous things in one his many closets. After a while, he realized that doing so was no better than letting the pain fester like an open wound.
So, instead, he started using them.
Decoration filler for vases, something to line his windowsills, and now usually... jewelry. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets. At this point he was creating a small shop with them.
Rafayel wasn't offering it up for sale or anything, he was just simply creating a small collection that would fill a jewelry drawer to look at later. At least until he runs out of room for them.
Wearing one on his person was a way for him to somehow reclaim his grief, to have an anchor and a reminder that these were merely old memories.
It's why he can readily give it away to her. He wanted to see what she would do with his grief and whether that was something he could share with anyone.
He watches as she wrestles with this sudden offering, giving him a scrunch of her nose in answer.
"All right, fine, I'll take the gift. Even if it's too pretty to give away."
Rafayel huffs a laugh through his nose, a bit of relief untangling the metaphorical thorns surrounding his heart. He wouldn't have known how to react if she had refused the gesture and treated the whole thing like nothing special.
Luckily, she seemed to prove him wrong at every turn.
When he sees her gaze at the bracelet thoughtfully, that's when he tightens his hands against the coarse sand, feeling a sense of encouragement to up the ante.
"...What if I told you those were tears from a Lemurian?" He asks next, trying to mask the hesitating tremble in his tone.
"Lemurian..?" She repeats, tilting her head inquisitively as she glanced over at him, "You mean... an actual mermaid?"
"Oh, you know of them?"
"Kind of. Mostly as occasional blog posts about mythical creatures and stuff. Are you saying they're... real?"
"They could be. What do you think?"
"Hmm... Well, for the sake of going along with what you're saying, sure, I'll say I believe that they could be real."
"Then what if I told you that this specific Lemurian wept for days, enough to make that string of pearls? Can you believe something so beautiful could be created from such melancholy and despair?"
There was a shift in the playful mood, something dark lurking in his beautiful eyes. All he could think about in that moment was how would she react to hearing something so absurd.
Nonmc pursed her lips in turn, raising her eyebrows in mild confusion, perhaps subtle apprehension at the sudden lack of light in his expression.
"...You're joking, right?"
At her cautious question, he gave a smile quite like the ones he had been giving already, trying to ease what had been brewing underneath.
"Duh, of course I am. You're so gullible."
She hums in response, a little laugh through her nose drifting out afterwards. Her eyes followed how his turned to the sea after that, his gaze while crinkled from his genuine smile still lacked that luster from before.
It was easy to tell there was more to Rafayel than what was being shown.
Nonmc didn't know what lurked within his heart or mind, but even still, she felt compelled to listen. To be kind to this handsome stranger she only just met, it felt like the right thing to do.
"If they were really Lemurian tears, then..." She starts, "I'd treasure them with my whole heart."
He blinks back into focus, glancing back to see her open the bracelet clasp and slowly but surely wrap it around one of her wrists.
"...What? You... would?"
"Mhm. I would. After all, tears caused by such pain deserve to be treated with all the care in the world. If anything, I would hope that I could transfer some of my happiness to whoever made these pearls."
"Well... Maybe I was lying. Maybe there's no Lemurian actually."
"Even still... The thought that perhaps there's some truth to that little tale does pull at my heart strings. It makes me wonder about all the pearls created in the world."
Rafayel tries to let out a laugh to brush her off, yet the sound is frayed at the edges. He was barely holding his emotions together.
"T-There's no need to get sentimental. Not all pearls are made that way."
"Then I'm protecting them anyways since you gave them to me." She states resolutely, giving a stubborn pout as she clutched the bracelet around her wrist, "I'll keep it nice and clean in a pretty jewelry box. Maybe I'll place it near my bedside and wish it good night in hopes the Lemurian feels my gratitude."
Nonmc continues her dramatics by pressing the bracelet to her sun-flushed cheek, closing her eyes as though her thoughts could somehow reach the weeping Lemurian. Of course, she would never know that it was actually working, especially when that very one was watching her do her little ritual of compassion.
He had to turn away from her when she did, his hand resting over his mouth to hide the grin that's formed. He could feel his face warm, much more than from the beating sun earlier.
It was a different kind of warmth. The kind that seeped into the cold depths of a heart that was more akin to a deep ocean cavern.
How was her words able to reach there? How is it that he felt touched by her inconsequential actions?
"Natural flirt..." He mumbles into his palm, barely a whisper heard.
"Hm? What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing." He sighs out, looking back at her nonchalantly, "Just thinking about how much of a sap you are."
With the sun setting past the horizon, they took that as their cue to head out from the beach where the breeze was becoming a colder chill.
Rafayel kept to her side while they headed back towards the parking lots, most cars from throughout the day having left at this point. Eventually her keys jingled out from her pocket, her head turning to give an appreciative smile as they finally stood by her car.
"Thank you for spending time with me, Rafayel. I had a lot of fun today."
"Yeah... Me too."
They both stood there awkwardly, unsure how to end it. Nonmc, being the shy person she was, didn't know what was protocol, while he on the other hand was just reluctant to part with her at all.
He decides then to clear his throat, his hand coming up behind his flushed neck.
"So, um, I have to start on my next commissions once I get home. Do you... want to come over to watch me paint? It's not that far. I could even make dinner and stuff."
Her eyebrows rose in surprise, the invitation not lost on her. She wasn't one to get such things often, but even that had her questioning what that would entail. Was it a courteous suggestion or... something more?
"O-Oh, uh, sorry, I would love to, but... I have work tomorrow morning. It's all the way back in Linkon, so..."
"Ah... I see. Well, it's no big deal. It's whatever." He shrugs it off, trying to not show how dejected he was actually feeling inside.
Nonmc bit into her bottom lip nervously, glancing up at him in contemplation. She could easily end the night this way, more or less rejecting the possible advances from him, but...
"Is... the offer only for today?" She asks next, making him lift his eyes up with brightening hope, "I could maybe... visit this weekend. U-Unless you're busy, of course..."
He shakes his head before she could even change her mind, holding back the giddiness from getting to see her again.
"No, no, that's perfect. Yeah, I can wait till the weekend."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"O-Okay! Weekend it is then!" She concludes, giggling softly to ease her own excited nerves.
Rafayel lets out his own cheery laugh, promptly taking his phone out from his pants pocket and handing it to her with the 'new contact' screen open.
"Here. Put your number here." He directs enthusiastically, his words almost jumbled together into one with how quickly he said them.
She nods in agreement, tapping away her information.
"If you text me the address to your house, I'll go as soon as I can." She explains, but he shakes his head once more.
"Don't worry, I'll come pick you up instead."
"Huh? Really?"
"Sure. You're my guest, it's only right that I treat you."
Nonmc snorts, giving his phone back with a playful pout.
"Looks like I'll end up owing you a gift and an invite someplace too now."
His smile turns into a toothy grin at her response, his head tilting to the side in that charming way of his.
"I guess I should keep being nice to you so you'll owe me forever."
"Haha, very funny." She halfheartedly rolls her eyes as she goes to open her car door, heading inside.
Rafayel stays planted there to the side of her car while she starts it up, giving her a wave back when she does the same through her window before watching her drive off down the street.
Once her car was no longer in sight, he stretches his arms up with a satisfied sigh, his cheeks a little sore now from all the smiling he was doing all day.
He quite liked the feeling, actually. It was... rewarding.
It seemed like this time, he won't wait for love to come find him. He'll go running towards it.
