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[bypanana]

Name: Pana 🍎 🐦‍⬛🐟

Likes: Reading fanfic (at this stage it's chronically an addiction. ie— Reader at most > Writer by heart(i want to write out my silly lil scenarios that I always make up but procrastinating is my game😮‍💨), food, anime, CATS SOOO MUCH 😩, music, art and more this things I love to do (but I'll keep it to myself)

Dislike: Cockroaches should have been extinct 🤷🏾‍♀️. Rude people. Wet socks etc

[seiyachu]

around the sun | caleb

summary: Caleb’s birthday should be the highlight of your upcoming weekend together. It seems that the birthday boy himself had other things in mind.

tags: established relationship, fluff, light angst, banter, pseudo incest, hybrids, leopard hybrid!caleb, human!mc, mentioned birthday, slightly suggestive ending

pairing: caleb/mc (reader) ※ you/yours, vague physical descriptions for mc and is intended to be read as female (mentions of “sister”)

wc: 2.0k | ao3 version ; check out the collection on ao3 for other lovely written works! | dividers (cafekitsune)

a/n: happy 2nd xia yijune! i’m absolutely elated to be part of @yourgravity2026 ‘s zine for caleb’s birthday this year! from the artworks to fics, each one is truly so special and had me giddy; the full zine with everyone’s pieces will be released on his birthday, so please look forward to it! 🫶 (now excuse me as i go and try to manifest leopard caleb into game existence… i need him so bad)

Surprises are always easier said than done.

You could barely count the number of your own successful attempts done to him on one hand. Yet for Caleb, his stellar record always remains a step ahead. The perks of being the older brother mean that your every habit is a predictable inevitability—those wins are bound to stack up against your tall losses. And after all these years together, you still vie for that upper hand. Today is no exception to the rule.

With his birthday on the horizon, the two of you already have plans to spend the weekend together. Granted, of course. Though what the little birdie failed to tell, or rather did your best to hide, is that you’d kickstart those festivities a couple days early.

As far as you know, he’s still cooped up at the Fleet’s headquarters. Something oh-so-classified and terribly administrative paperwork-adjacent that you’re sure neither of you wanted more of. Caleb especially. He mourns over how he’d rather use this time to keep you company.

‘Be careful what you wish for’ sat pretty on your keyboard before you hit backspace. No, it would be too soon to cave in. So the encouragement of a Sunny Apple sticker and some fighting words are all you offer before the exchange comes to a standstill.

At best, you have at least the hour to yourself to get your affairs in order. Getting to Skyhaven in a timely manner is the least of your worries—this home isn’t that far, and a thumb pressed to the scanner welcomes you into his place with open arms. You make your way towards the stairs, already mapping out a game plan until he comes home. A shower to reset is a lovely start; ransacking his fridge for ingredients and taking to his kitchen is another unchecked box. It had been a while since you ate dinner together, and the taste of his mushroom stir-fry is one you’re more than excited to relive.

A hum subconsciously leaves you, pleased with the intentions yet to come. Another noise beyond yourself—a thud in great weight—seems to agree.

Odd. You should, by all accounts to your expense, be the only one here.

Your humming halts, as do your footsteps on the bottom treads. An apprehensive glance thrown behind you shows no trace of life from where you just were either. But the sound is unmistakable. By the next instance of it, you’re already on a turned heel to find the source.

Ultimately, it leads you to a solid wall. Air that once came to you in subconscious ease now lodges itself into your throat. You’ve been here before, and that alone was a tough pill to swallow. An unsettling feeling wells up in your heart at the memory, and only deepens when you remind yourself that he isn’t here. Shouldn’t be for a while longer, anyhow. So between you and whatever remains behind the wall is a more pressing concern. The chances of a Wanderer materializing are low, but never zero. Still, that possibility alone is enough to have you push the entryway open in hopes that you’re wrong.

Inside, the lights are as dim as you remembered. You squint, feeling around for a light switch with one hand and the other defensively at your front. By the time your fingers slide upwards and the room came to a gentle glow, your defenses drop alongside with your jaw. You don’t think anything could’ve prepared you for what the shadows revealed—namely, the figure of someone you confidently believed to be stuck at work. Crouching at the medical bed looking for something, no less.

Your unsure voice breaks the silence between you. “…Gege?”

Well, it looks like Caleb. His unmistakable shoulders and those brown layers at the nape are definitely him. But the long, spotted tail swishing from his lower back tells another story. Are you dreaming? The slight sting of nails digging into your palm says otherwise.

“You’re home,” Caleb says deliberately. He turns to meet your owlish gaze. As he stands, heads above you like always, there’s a familiar softness in his eyes when he fully takes you in.

Chin in hand, he tilts his head. A rounded ear at his temple twitches—part of a pair, you realize, patterned in the same fashion to that new tail of his. “Didn’t think my favorite kind of company would show up so soon,” he continues. “Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket with this kind of luck.”

“You can’t be serious,” you manage from a stunned stupor. Taking a step forward, you’re able to get a better view of these new features. Ones that are unmistakably attached to his body. “Caleb, what happened to you?”

“I…” He avoids your stare then, and both ears flatten themselves. Gone is the lightheartedness. “I don’t know. Not much, actually. The symptoms started when I returned from a routine patrol last night, and worsened into the morning.”

“What about the Fleet?” Surely, this couldn’t have gone under their radar. Another footstep plants you directly in front of him.

Caleb’s focus returns to you, his expression unreadable, though he doesn’t shy away from your approach. His jaw tenses before he nods. “They ran diagnostics at HQ, but it’ll take some time before results show anything meaningful. I’m still in one piece as far as they’re concerned.”

“…Right.”

That lingering feeling from earlier in your heart twists into something bitter. Perhaps a bit selfish, too. But the words come out regardless before you could stop them.

“And in that timeline, there isn't a pin kept in for telling your sister about this? I suppose her concerns don't exactly measure to the Fleet,” you sneer. Disdain for his higher-ups isn't exactly new territory, but it’s one you’ve always danced around. Something of a sore kept beneath a bandaid that’s only ever torn off in the worst-case scenarios.

“Hey now.” His brows draw together. “You know that’s not true.”

Of course you do. Still, the sentiment shapes into a blunt retort, despite the genuine concern you keep at bay. “Were you going to try and hide this from me? Get better on your own and act like nothing happened, even. Until I came home and on the off-chance, find you cooped up in here.”

A slight tremble to his lips parts them wordlessly, before they close and an exhale leaves him instead. Caleb lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed. “I wasn’t… Well, okay, I thought I’d have more time to get things sorted. It’s not exactly your everyday run-of-the-mill kind of thing to talk about.”

“Oh, I didn’t know Colonel Xia demoted himself back to Captain Obvious.” Arms crossed over your chest, you frown. “We’ve been through stranger things. Those fluffy ears and tails of yours are entering the top five though. Three, if you include being hidden away in here.”

“Keeping track, are we?” Your eyes only narrow and he raises his hands in defense. “Okay, but I swear on my whole heart you were the first person I was going to tell.”

You raise a brow. “First?”

“And only,” he adds on. “When it comes to Caleb, you get first, hands-on exclusive access to everything that I am. You deserve that much at least.”

The high of your feelings begin to mellow out at his earnestness, and you sigh. At the end of the day, he’s here and that’s what really matters. You could figure out the rest, so long you’re at each other’s side. Caleb reaches for your elbows then, gently tugging them down. His left hand meets yours in a quiet acceptance, warm and dry. A thumb draws back and forth in an act of comfort over your skin.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “My assumptions got the better of me. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “you have a point. I know you’re worried. And we agreed to be more honest with each other. Besides I don’t think this room helps either,” he adds with a wry smile. “Dreary vibes and all that.”

“It could use an interior upgrade or two,” you agree. “Some more lights and a splash of color would definitely help.”

“Alright. We can add furniture shopping to a future date of ours. And you can have as much fun as you want playing designer again.”

“Promise?”

The corners of his mouth lift and his fluffy ears perk up. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” You squeeze his hand. Rather firmly, since he can feel this much. “Okay, okay. No dying.”

“Good—”

“—Yet.”

“God,” you groan, pretending to pull your hand away, “you’re awful!”

He’s quick to bring you back and press a kiss to your knuckles. There’s even little room to fully retract the second his cheek nuzzles your entwined fingers.

“Don’t go,” he purrs, deep from his chest. Your eyes widen. “You came early to keep me company, didn’t you?”

Right. The surprise. His birthday, for heaven’s sakes. These things nearly flew out the window and went back to Linkon without you—but in fairness, the present discovery took immediate precedence. Behind him, his tail turns upward, awaiting your next move.

“Maybe,” you say half-heartedly, distracted by the movement, “I could be convinced to stay if you let me, you know…” Trailing off, you could only swallow at the mere thought of what you're asking for. You tack on a small, “Please?”

“Go ahead,” Caleb confirms, implicit understanding drawing him closer. He rests his chin over your stomach and looks to you, eyes glimmering in mirth. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

“One step at a time, Gege,” you remind him.

His smile only grows. “Not a ‘no thank you, brother.’ Got it.”

You can’t hide your own grin, but play it off with a scoff. “Hush. I’m about to do a thorough investigation on our little leopard cub here. Cooperation would be greatly appreciated.”

“Yes ma’am,” he affirms. “I’m all yours.”

You bring your free hand to his temple. Starting slow, you’re careful to take one of the round ears between pinched fingers. Thick with fur, it’s a few shades lighter than his original hair and has a decent weight to it. One of your nails faintly swipes across the inner skin by accident, and the very ear twitches. Caleb huffs softly, angling himself to press his forehead instead.

“Did that hurt?” you ask, tentative to move. “I was being gentle, I swear.”

“Laugh now, because I know you will, but no,” he says against your torso. “It feels nice.”

You chew on your lip. In another time, you would’ve entertained that option. Yet, a fluttering takes hold of your heart instead, pleased to hear his satisfaction. It emboldens you to bury your fingers into his hair, and your breath quickens, stroking to this new level of contentment.

Just as you slow your paces and start to withdraw, Caleb lifts his head. His lowered lashes hide the previous light in his eyes, and they're rounded in something else entirely. He puffs out air from both his nose and lips. By looks alone, he could swallow you whole—and you’d absolutely let him.

A weight presses itself against you, found in his tail wrapping around your thigh. Another purr rumbles from him and you let out a soft gasp in turn. One tug is all it takes for you to fall into his embrace, torsos resting over one another. Caleb’s nose lingers at the place between your neck and shoulder. His half-promise to bite you resurfaces in your mind and you shiver, strongly aware of what this proximity offers.

“Caleb…” you sigh, a warmth blooming from your chest and curling your fingers into his hair once more. His teeth lightly nip your skin, quietly fulfilling the unspoken desire between your bodies.

“There’s more you have yet to see,” he says, all-too-happy to keep you close. “You’ll be thorough, right?”

[humanjarvis]

“i’m sorry,” caleb pants, swiftly coming to regret provoking you earlier. i shouldn’t poke the bear, he'd always tease in your younger years. there’s no telling what she’ll do to me.

now he knows.

“don’t care.” reveling in his ragged breaths, you slide your fist to his base and give him a firm squeeze. then, you pump your hand even faster than before.

his hiss is instantaneous. “i didn’t mean it,” he tries again, dark eyebrows furrowing in the lamplight.

“don’t care,” you sing. you press a lingering kiss to his cheek, savoring the way his hips buck into your eager hand. “you bet that you could affect me more than i could affect you. you were so confident earlier. what happened?”

while he struggles to answer, you climb onto his lap. trembling hands encircle your waist, grasping for purchase as you settle yourself just below his waistband. a long, thick length—the fruits of your admittedly light labor, since it’s been five minutes tops—strains hard against your center. 

dragging your hips forward and back, you lay one hand on shoulder, the other on his cheek. 

on instinct, he nuzzles into your palm. when his eyelids flutter closed, you lean in and kiss him breathless. but as soon as he links your tongues together, you pull back and bounce in his lap two times fast, giggling at the pained moan that floats through the air.

“please,” he begs. 

you press your lips to the corner of his eye, trailing a crescent down his cheek. when you reach his mouth again, you roll your hips so deep that you can feel what it does to him—the way he chokes on air, the way his heart stutters in his chest. still, he refuses to break from you, relishing any contact you'll allow him.

again, you pull away first, to his dejection.

“what do you want me to say? already said sorry,” he slurs, leaning close just for his lips to brush the bottom of your chin. caleb frowns at the lack of contact. you tap his nose, and his frown deepens further. 

“take it back,” you order. 

confusion and want clash on his face. “huh?” 

“i affect you more. say it.”

he swallows. sparks of rebellion light in his violet eyes, but ultimately fizzle out. 

he sobers up some as he holds your gaze, and you welcome the quickening pulse in your center. “everything you do makes me like this,” he admits. “your voice, your scent—even when i just think of you, i almost…”

his reluctance spoils your excitement. huffing, you thread your fingers in his hair and tug, pulling a low groan from his throat. 

“you almost what? keep going.”

“i—” his eyes rove over you, frantic, troubled. when you tug his hair again, harder this time, his face falls in a mix of shame and agitation. “please,” he grumbles in defeat. 

you take in his flushed face, sweat-slick skin, and the rapid rise and fall of his firm chest. the quivers of the muscles that could so easily dominate you.

cooing softly, you pinch his cheek. “caleb?” 

“yes?” he rasps. 

“don’t tease me like that again. it makes me feel needy, and then i have to prove you wrong.”

despite himself, he chuckles. “yeah. yeah, okay,” he answers shakily. “i’m the needy one.” 

nodding in acceptance, you lean in to kiss him, giving him all that he wants this time. when he pushes his tongue past your lips, you soothe his desperate one with your own, rewarded by a soft sequence of moans. 

humming, you break away and tap his grey boxers. “these stay on. i’m still mad.”

“you know i’ll take anything,” he breathes.

“won’t you?”

granting him the gift of friction, you swivel your hips with abandon, grinding your core against his ever-hardening length. in a matter of moments, he screws his eyes shut tight, abdomen flexing into stone beneath you. as warmth flows through your clothes, he throws his head back in relief, consumed by the release he's been aching for. 

while he steadies his breathing, you kiss his brow and roll off to the side. your eyes catch on the wet patch spreading in his lap. “good?” you ask.

“good.”

“good.” you snap the waistband of his stained boxers, and it bites into his skin. “you should wash those before it dries into the fabric. maybe mine, too, while you're at it.” 

[giggletea]

Caleb x Bunnygirl!Reader

A/n: He’s got an unhealthy amount of obsession with your tail… 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Pairing: Caleb x Bunnygirl!Reader ☆ 18+

SFW:

Messes with your bunny tail a lot. Loves to give it a soft squeeze whenever you’re least expecting—while he walks past, while you’re lounging around the house, or even while you’re in the shower (he sneaks into the bathroom and gives you a fright). 

As long as your tail is within view, Caleb’s reaching over to cup a handful. (And it’ll always be within his sights… as if he’d ever take his eyes off you, silly bunny.)

It’s mostly to annoy you, he loves that your tail’s sensitive and that it incites such a reaction. He’d never be too rough with you though. It’s never to hurt, only to tease. But sometimes he treats it as a stress toy.

Loves having you sit in his lap, chest to chest, legs around his waist. He squeezes and fondles your tail with one hand, while he occupies himself doing fleet work with the other. 

Clicks his tongue when you eventually get bored/stiff and shift in your seat, telling you to “Be good f’me, just a little longer.” 

Tugs on your ears and tail when he wants to get your attention. He’ll apologise when you nip at his fingers angrily, but he’s back to being a nuisance within the hour. 

NSFW:

Gets you a carrot vibe (he doesn’t care that it’s a little too on the nose). At first it’s just for fun, but the more he uses it on you, the more his carrot-themed collection grows. (If you look like you’re enjoying the toys too much though, he gets jealous.)

We know Caleb’s an eater, he could stay between your thighs forever if you’d just let him. But while he’s down there, he also loves to kiss where your tail meets your lower back <3

Calls you his sweet bunny while you’re getting fucked silly. When he’s about to cum, he’ll use your ears to pull your face close to his, so he can kiss you.

In general, I think that Caleb has a sort of predator/prey kink. He loves tracking and hunting you down… you being a bunny girl intensifies that by tenfold. Would bring you somewhere secluded, giving you a head start to run off… but even with your heightened bunny senses, you never seem to see him coming. 

Same goes with his breeding kink. On a normal (human) basis he already loves filling you up and keeping you full of his cum, but as a bunny girl? He’s crazy about breeding you.

[tayatimiko]

Caleb loves taking photos

More skintones on twt/patreon/ig

[heartforbangtan]

Bad Habits

A/N: I was on twt and saw this post and had to write a one shot about it 🤣🤣

Pairing: Caleb x Female MC 

Summary: Every time Colonel Caleb returns from visiting his “sister” in Linkon, his colleagues in the locker room can’t help but notice the deep scratches marking his back. No one dares to ask him about it. Whispers spread through the fleet, rumors of the Colonel’s secret life, of nights that leave even a man like him undone.  

Chapter: 1/1 

Word count: +2k 

Warning: pwp, mentions of his "sister" and "stepsister".

(won't put more since tumblr is hating me these days, but you know)

Oh, she's screamin' in my head  Oh, I left her where I slept  Somewhere I can't escape, I'm runnin' from myself  Somewhere in between in love and broken, I'm in hell  Again - Noah Cyrus  

In the locker room no one ever dared comment out loud, but everyone noticed. Every time Colonel Caleb returned from Linkon after visiting his only family, his sister, his broad back was littered with faint, fresh scratches, some healed, some new. They never asked. The silence in the room and the smirks exchanged in the mirrors spokes volumes. 

It wasn’t long before the whispers spread, bouncing off the steel corridors of the fleet like static. Stories twisted and grew: Colonel Caleb, cold and composed on duty, was said to be an absolute monster in bed. No one knew where the rumor began, but by now, the entire fleet carried the tale like gospel. 

No one dared to say it within his earshot, of course. The colonel’s glare alone could kill a man. But behind closed doors, in hushed voices, everyone knew. 

The room was quiet except for the hiss of showers and the metallic clatter of lockers. One officer glanced at the red lines just visible along Caleb’s shoulder as he pulled on his shirt. The other looked away quickly, smirking. 

“No training exercise does that,” some soldier muttered under his breath. 

The two soldiers exchanged a silent understanding. They would never mention it. Not to him. They know she's not "just my sister" but they can't prove it. 

If Caleb had been paying close enough attention, he could have heard his subordinates whispering about him, and they would probably all beg for their lives to be spared. Luckily for those commenting, Caleb was lost in his own thoughts, remembering the weekend with you. 

“Aah..! Oh my god!” 

Caleb was on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he tried to hold himself back from thrusting all the way into you. He was so lost, the sensation of being inside you was slowly driving him out of his mind. He was drowning in the molten heat of you around him, the sheer ecstasy of being inside you. If you could see him, you'd see his eyes dark with lust, almost losing himself in the blinding pleasure. But he hadn't fully entered you yet. 

It was too much for you. It felt like there was no end. The stretch was overwhelming, your body trembling as if you could barely contain him. You gripped his back desperately, your nails digging in hard to endure the feeling of him stretching your walls. 

“I-is it over?” your body trembles beneath his. The words tumbled out between shaky breaths, your voice small and trembling “It’s all done, right?” 

His head lifted just enough for his lips to brush your ear. A low groan rumbled from his chest, half-apology, half-possession. 

“Sorry, babe.” 

The apology was nothing but a whisper, swallowed by the ragged edge of his breathing. His restraint shattered in the next heartbeat, hips snapping forward, filling you in one deep, devastating thrust. 

Your scream tore free instantly, muffled against his shoulder as your body arched up to meet him. The stretch burned and pulsed all at once, a dizzying pleasure pain that stole the air from your lungs. 

“F-fuck—” Caleb groaned, his voice breaking, forehead pressing against yours. His hands clamped down on your hips like he was terrified you might slip away, dragging you back onto him with a force that made your vision blur. 

“W-wait, just a second...” You put your hands on his stomach, holding him so he wouldn't push into you anymore, desperate for a pause. “Don’t move...” your voice trembles. “Please, just stay still...”

This is torture. 

“...Alright.”  

Caleb’s voice was rough, but he obeyed. He pulled your trembling hands away, intertwining his fingers with yours before leaning back on his heels, giving you just enough space to breathe. 

His chest heaved, every muscle straining with the effort of staying still while buried so deep inside you. The veins along his neck stood out, jaw locked tight, eyes dark and hungry as they roamed your face. 

“You feel… unreal,” he rasped, voice low, almost reverent. His thumbs stroked your knuckles, the gentleness at odds with the way his cock throbbed inside you, pulsing with every desperate beat of his heart. 

You writhed beneath him, back arching, the fullness almost unbearable now that he’d gone still. The pause only magnified every sensation. The stretch, the heat, the way your body clenched around him like you didn’t want to let go. 

“Ugh... you’re so big—” 

The words slipped out, and he reacted instantly. His pupils dilate and he pulses inside you. Caleb bit down hard on his lower lip, fighting for restraint, then lowered his hand to your abdomen. One of his palms pressed flat and firm against you, right where he makes a bulge on your belly 

Your body reacted instantly, arching your back violently as his name tore from your throat. You could feel everything, every inch of him inside you, and it was perfect. You couldn't say what he did with his hand that made you feel so intensely, but you knew you'd never felt anything like it. 

“W-what did you do—ngh...” you gasped, voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed through you. “It got even bigger—” 

Caleb smirked faintly, the tension in his jaw betraying how close he was to losing it. His thumb dragged slowly across your skin, still pressing deep into your belly. 

“I didn’t do anything.” 

“Ugh...liar.” 

He took a minute, waiting for you to adjust to his size. Your eyes were closed, and even though he wasn't moving, you continued to moan and mumble incoherent words. Caleb loved seeing this side of you being all fucked up by him. 

Caleb moved closer to you again, his lips brushing against your exposed neck and more complaints left your mouth. 

“I waited patiently, didn't I?” His eyes locked on yours, dark and hungry. “Can I move now?” 

“Colonel?” one of the younger officers called, breaking him out of the haze. Caleb blinked, grounding himself, realizing he’d been staring at nothing, jaw clenched, heat creeping up his neck. 

“Yes?” His tone was sharp, slicing the air like a blade. 

“Sir, orders just came in from HQ. They need your unit prepped in thirty minutes.” 

Caleb exhaled slowly, pushing away the heat of the memory that still burned in his mind. “Understood,” he said, voice steady, calm, the mask of command slipping back into place as if nothing had happened. 

He rose from the bench, boots hitting the floor with a precise cadence, each step measured, deliberate. His uniform was immaculate, medals gleaming under the harsh locker room lights, but beneath it all, the memory of you still lingered, coiling tight in his chest. 

The younger officer stepped aside, giving him room. “Sir, everything’s set. The unit’s ready. They’re just waiting for your go-ahead.” 

Caleb nodded once, sharp and controlled. “Very well. Let’s not waste time.” 

“I heard he leaves Skyhaven every chance he gets.” one soldier muttered.

“To Linkon?” the second one asks.  

“Yeah. To visit his sister.” They exchange dubious looks. “And when he comes back, he’s all… calm. Like a storm that’s burned itself out.” 

“You’re saying—” 

“I’m saying, I don’t want to imagine what it takes to exhaust him.” 

“Exhaust him? I think he’s more like...satisfied.” the third one responds.  

The table fell silent for a moment, and then a muffled chuckle escaped the first one.  

“Satisfied… huh. Guess that explains the rumors about scratches and, you know… the rest.” 

A ripple of suppressed laughter spread across the table, each trying not to draw attention while still sharing the joke. 

“Shh! Don’t say it out loud,” the second warned, glancing toward the door as if Caleb might appear any second. 

“I’m telling you, though,” the first one added, smirking, “every time he comes back from Linkon, his back’s scratched up. And there’s always that… look in his eyes.” 

A ripple of suppressed laughter ran through the table. Heads nodded in quiet agreement. 

“But then are you insinuating that he fucks his sister?” the second cadet whispered, wide-eyed. 

"Well, they say she's his stepsister.” 

“Ah, that explains… nothing really,”  

“Who’s give a fuck? At least he give us some break.” 

“Betting time?” a cadet suggested, holding up a datapad. “Over or under six scratches this trip? 

“Six? Please. I’m going with eight. Minimum.”  

“You’re insane. Man’s disciplined. He controls everything.” 

“Not behind closed doors, apparently.”  

A ripple of laughter went around the benches, until Caleb himself walked in, a dark looks on his face. The room fell silent. He raised an eyebrow at the sudden hush. Nobody dared say a word.   

When Caleb says he'll be gone for a couple days to visit home they just give each other a knowing look... 

Caleb closed the briefing tablet and looked up at the team. “I’ll be away for a couple of days, visiting home.” 

The words hung in the air. For a beat too long, the room was silent. Then, almost imperceptibly, the younger officers exchanged knowing glances, stifled smirks hinting at what they already suspected.  

Caleb didn’t notice. His voice remained steady, official: “Ensure all protocols are maintained in my absence.” 

“Betting closes at midnight. Write it down.” 

“I’m putting fifty on ‘bite marks on his neck.’” 

“You’re dreaming. He’d never let someone get that close.” 

“Oh yeah? That’s what you said last time. And guess who walked in with a bruise the size of a fist just under his collar.” 

The hangar burst into laughter. The bet keeper scribbled down another note on his datapad. 

On the train home, Caleb couldn't get those memories of you out of his head. He was more obsessed than ever. He ran his sweaty hands repeatedly over his thighs as he tried not to let his mind wander to those scenes of you in his bed. Caleb knew that if he let his mind wander too far, he'd get hard right then and there and risk being arrested for indecent exposure. 

He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate but was unsuccessful. 

“Ahhh...!” 

His hips thrust hard against yours, burying himself deep inside you with each thrust. Sweat dripped from his chin, catching the light as his jaw clenched in focus and need. Caleb’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you in place as he thrusting deeper inside you.  

Your vision blurred, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as pleasure crashed through you like waves. 

“Just a second...” Your moans were strangled, broken by gasps “I… I think I’m about to—!” 

Caleb became a monster with your words, thrusting harder and harder into you, determined to make you cum in seconds. His large hands gripped your thighs tightly, leaving painful marks. Once again, he placed his palm on your stomach, pushing down. Your mind went blank as you convulsed beneath him, your pussy squeezing and swallowing him tightly as you reached the most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced. 

His eyes rolled back, your pussy gripping him with a ferocity that made him groan low and unrestrained. 

Your scream mixed with his grunts, the sound of skin and breath and overwhelming need filling the room. Your body shuddered in wave after wave, and Caleb’s eyes rolled back as he hovered on the edge, the control he usually maintained slipping away. 

Your body still trembled beneath him, quivering from the intensity of your release, but Caleb wasn’t done. His movements slowed for a moment, teasing, controlling, keeping you on the edge even as your senses screamed for relief. 

Then, with a deep, guttural groan, his control snapped. His hips jerked forward with reckless abandon, burying himself fully as he let out a low, almost strangled cry. His hands gripped your thighs tighter than ever, anchoring himself while his breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. 

Your name left his lips, whispered and raw, almost lost in the thunderous rhythm of his thrusts. Every pulse, every tilt of his hips, sent shocks of pleasure through both of you. For the first time, the impervious, disciplined Colonel Xia was completely undone, exposed in the intensity of what you two shared. 

Minutes blurred together, a storm of sensation and sound, until at last, his body shuddered violently, pulsing deep inside you. He pressed a lingering kiss to your neck, voice hoarse and low. 

“You’re so good.” he rasped, almost as if admitting it to himself. His chest heaved, sweat coating both of you, and for a long, silent moment, all that existed was the heat, the closeness, the aftermath of everything he’d held back for so long. 

Caleb stepped inside the house and let out a slow, relieved sigh. Finally, the storm of his thoughts could settle, because now he was with you here, present. The memory that had haunted him all day melted into the warmth of the room, the soft scent of your hair, the familiar curve of your shoulder against his chest. 

All the intensity, the heat, the wild chaos of their last encounter, lingered just beneath the surface, but for now it could wait. Right now, he had you. And that in itself was enough. 

A/N: I've been meaning to post this for a few weeks now. But I was a little unsure because this is my first time doing a one-shot. I have trouble finishing stories lol. Hope you liked it <333

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Basketball player Caleb and unassuming you. You're watching the game with your friends. Zayne is next to you, both of you only mildly interested when suddenly, he stops in the middle of the court, points directly at your stunned figure and goes, "This one's for you!"

He takes a step back, toeing the three-point line, before he shoots his shot in more ways than one.

The whole crowd watches, breaths held in anticipation as they watch the ball traverse the air. . . only to completely miss.

But Caleb seems completely unbothered, his cheeks and his neck flushing a light pink color as he rubs at the back of it. There's some snickering and teasing, both from the crowd, his teammates, his friends, hell even the other team. All having a go at him as the echoing sound of the ball adds to the aria that is his embarrassment given form.

Though when you look back at him, you can only smile. It was honestly so stupid, and frankly, of course, a bit embarrassing, but somehow you couldn't find it in yourself to make fun of him. You would've laughed, but you figured he already heard enough.

Of course, Caleb sees it, and in that moment, all the earlier fluster instantly evaporates. He's looking at you like you're a knight shielding him from the crowd, all dopey and grinning.

Zayne sees the same expression on your face beside you, and he pinches his nose in exasperation.

🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR

Scrolling through IG and remembered my male classmates doing something like this for each other for shits and giggles and thought, "wait, what if I made it cute?"

Also yay !! First Caleb post ! Also now that I'm saying that I realize my last Sylus piece was not in fact my first one so disregard that.

Added Zayne because I thought it'd be funny having the childhood duo together & Zayne's just goes "what on God's green Earth do you even see in him?"

comments and reblogs are appreciated !!

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Eternity

(Caleb x Non-MC Reader)

CW: god of fate!reader, goddess!reader, god of chaos!caleb, god!caleb, romance, religious undertones, star-crossed lovers trope, fluff, angst, manipulation, corruption, character death, divine punishment, reincarnation, HEAVY world building, inspired by the song Eternity (by Alex Warren) A/N: I REALLY don't like how this turned out, but I've been working on it for weeks trying to get it right, so I think this is the best it's gonna get (ᵕ—ᴗ—) In the Drifting Through Deepspace Universe, this story begins long before Zayne's Master of Fate timeline, Sylus' Abysm Sovereign myth, Xavier's Darknight myth and Rafayel's God of Tides myth. However, by the end, the stories have all linked up around the same time period

Masterlist

Hear the clock ticking on the wall Losing sleep, losing track of the tears I cry Every drop is a waterfall Every breath is a break in the riptide

In the beginning, there was nothing, a vast expanse of never-ending space filled with nothing but darkness.

This void didn't have a name, for the void could not understand such a concept, for it was still very young despite it's infinity. All it knew was that it just was, the beginning and the end of all, the representation of the unknown and the gravity that held this little galaxy together.

It was Chaos.

Then came the first supernova, a collision of two galaxies that brought life to his little universe in the form of her.

Born from the heart of a dying star, she came into his world in an explosion of light and shadow, forming reality itself and bringing with her stars to fill the never-ending darkness of his void.

She was a unique little thing, floating within his void for eons until she learned how to twist the universe around her, forming constellations across space and time that told stories only she knew. Filling the vastness of the void with planets of different colors, each given their own name and surface that was all their own.

Although, her favorite seemed to be a little planet she had named Philos, a planet made from her very own core.

All while Chaos watched on from the void that made up his form, unable to show her he was there, forced to watch as she filled her loneliness with little creations that would never last in the span of their universe.

Watched as she poured her very essence into the little planet, crafting stories and objects only she knew should exist.

Forests beaming with life that covered lands far and wide, mountain tops that reached for the heavens above, skies flooded with stormy skies and filled with stars that called to the seas upon the planets surface and told of her stories to come as she continued to create.

Creatures of different shapes and sizes with souls all their own, every spirit crafted with care by her gentle hands, each one with their own unique purpose and role in this little universe she had made.

Nymphs that tended to the Earth and help life to grow, Dragons that soured through the skies and protected those they treasured, Lemurians who danced beneath the waves of the sea and Naiads who sung ballads of old from the stars above.

Every one of her actions showing her care and devotion for the ones she had created, each species unique in their own way, each with their own purpose and emotions, each with the freedom to choose which path to follow that Fate had set for them.

Because that's what she was to them, she was Astra.

A goddess formed from the light of a dying star, the personification of destiny itself, of reality strung together through golden strings of fate, the first light within the darkness that led to the beginning of all life and the one who granted humanity with the freedom to choose.

But with freedom, came Chaos.

Chaos, who watched on as his Astra created worlds all her own, devoting herself to creatures that were nothing but a blink in the span of their existence, all so she could fill the loneliness left behind by something she didn't even realize was missing.

Him.

If he could just make her see him, if he could just make himself known to her, she would see that she didn't have to devote herself to creatures who didn't deserve her love, who didn't- couldn't understand all that she had gone through and all that she had sacrificed in order to make them.

He just needed to grow stronger, and strength came from belief.

So, using what limited power he had, Chaos created his own species upon his lovers little planet.

Creatures that reflected himself, that craved knowledge to sate a deep seated fear of the unknown, that craved power and possessed the desire to spread their will across all in order to overcome what Fate had designed for them.

Their greed, their free will, spreading his chaos in the form of unnatural death, sickness and cursed gold made from his own blood that ran like rivers through the mountains his lover had crafted; leaching off this energy until he finally grew strong enough to form a physical body.

Until he finally had the chance to meet her face to face.

Oh, how long has it been? I don't know But it feels like an eternity Since I had you here with me Since I had to learn to be Someone you don't know

The void of space had always been a silent comfort to you, its darkness holding you as one would something precious.

It had been like this for as long as you could remember, this silent comfort only the dark expanse of space could provide you as you built worlds and galaxies filled with light and life and love.

Love, such a unique concept.

You had seen so many different kinds of love over your years of existence, the familial love between a parent and their child, the unconditional love of a friend for another, the everlasting love that one felt for a lover who they craved by their side.

The willingness, the drive, to do anything for those you love.

It was such a beautiful concept, one you wished you could experience yourself.

These thoughts running through your mind as you floated within the safety of the void, summoning your Aether Core between your fingers as you stared at the little planets surface with a thoughtful look before breaking off a few tiny shards of the core that each formed into special little souls crafted just for you.

Your fingers brushing against them with a soft smile on your lips.

There were four shards in total, each split between two souls that would act as counters to each other.

The first two souls, one of crimson red formed from the Earth itself and another of soft emerald green made from the planets upon it's surface, both wrapped protectively around each other. The next set was a soul of fiery pink formed from the Sea itself and another of soft starlight blue crafted from the glow of the North Star that danced around each other in perfect sync.

The third set was one of golden green formed from the Dusk itself, holding a soul of soft golden pink made from the last light of Dawn with a gentleness beyond even your comprehension. And finally, a soul of sapphire blue crafted from the light of the Moon set in reverence before a soul of golden yellow made from the light of the Sun.

Images of these souls possible futures fluttering into existence as you watched with bated breath and gentle smiles.

Of the Dragon and the Rose, with wealth unknown to the likes of man, who protected each other and tended to their family with diligence and pride. Of a beautiful kingdom beneath the ocean tides ruled by the Sea and the Star, who's devotion for each other were as vast as the surface of their domain.

Of two lovers made from the Dusk and the Dawn, the ability of foresight and memories making them revered by all and intertwining their fates together fates together in a bond that could never be broken. And of a kingdom of man filled with light and laughter, ruled beneath the gentle hand of the Sun and the Moon, their love for one another bringing peace and prosperity to the lands of their forefathers.

Such innocent souls, such wonderous stories, such beautiful lives that were meant to be lived.

Your smile soft and your touch even softer as you gathered the souls together, before blowing them away with a gentle breath as they dissipated from the void and ventures down to the planet of Philos to the bodies awaiting them.

Each pair born at different times in history, for time did not exist within the void; yet their fates intertwined in ways that could never be undone.

All while you watched on, your heart full and your smile ever present, excited to see the future in store for your chosen children and the paths they choose to take.

To be with you in paradise What I wouldn't sacrifice Why'd you have to chase the light Somewhere I can't go? As I walk this world alone

A ripple through time itself made you pause in your work, the threads of life surrounding you in your little corner of the universe shivering before a set of strings in a familiar shade of red and green floated down from above to greet you.

The lifelines for the Dragon and the Rose you had created some time ago, two strings twined together so fiercely that they appeared as one, with two addition little strings of red flowing between them in a protective hold.

Their threads were long, meant to live years upon years together with the family they had made, a life filled with contentment and joy beyond the comprehension of man.

Only, they were cut short.

The threads binding their little family together severed, cut down before they could ever have the chance to even live, the ends frayed and corroded as if corruption itself had set into their souls.

This... wasn't what was meant to happen.

They were meant to live long, happy lives, filled with joy and sorrow and a love that could never be measured. They were even meant to have another child, one that would complete their little family and build one of their own in the future with the child of the Sea and the Star.

Now, that would never happen.

Because something, something you had not predicted, had stolen that chance from them.

Quickly, you turned and dissipated from the void, the threads of their little family still clutched tightly in your grasp as you appeared before the towering form of a long forgotten temple they had made their own. The cave made into the side of a mountain, given new life as the home of a family filled with love which now lay in an unnatural silence.

The earth around the cave was decayed, as if it had not been tended to in many months, the wind heavy with the sent of metal and a single willow tree along the edge of the clearing now laying on the ground in a heap of rotten wood that once held so many memories.

Your heart racing, your hands trembling as you held the threads close to their chest while you made your way into the cave.

Stillness following as you passed by mountains upon maintains of golden treasure, the sheen of the metal off the dim torchlight affecting even you, allowing you to feel the overwhelming decay and corruption clinging to the very being of the treasure.

Then, you came upon a sight that stole your breath and cracked the very heart of your core, tears of gold gathering in your eyes as you reached up to cover your mouth from the horrible stench clinging to the sight before you.

Because there, laying together at the center of the treasure, was the Dragon and the Rose you had crafted with such care.

A dagger sticking out of the chest of the now decayed form of the Dragon, his body curved protectively around the smaller form of the Rose, even in his death. Her body now transformed into vines of thorned roses that spread out around them, along the walls of the cave and across the treasure as if to protect others from touching it.

And there, in the far corner away from the cursed treasure and wrapped in the protective hold of their mother's vines, were the two deceased and skeletal bodies of their twin children.

The sight bringing you to your knees, a sob slipping past your lips as you reached out to your chosen children, as if in a silent apology for their suffering.

A silent apology for not being there sooner, for being too late, for not being there to help them when they truly needed it.

All while Chaos watched on unseen from the glint of the treasure, his heart sympathetic for your suffering, but not for the lives his chaos had taken.

For they were nothing more then a blimp in the universe, one you would surely forget with time once he was by your side.

Another glimpse of what could've been Another dream, another way that it nevеr was Falling back in the wilderness Waking up, rubbing salt in thе cut Oh, how long has it been? I don't know

Despite what Chaos had thought, what he had hoped, you had not forgotten.

If anything, ever since the moment you lost the first of your chosen, you had become ever more diligent. Watching over the strings of your chosen children as if afraid they would disappear, afraid of something unnatural coming to take them away from the lives they were meant to live.

So, the moment you saw the string of the Sea begin to fray from where it was wrapped around the string of the Star (and the beginning of a light purple string that was just beginning to form between them) you leapt into action.

Dissipating from the void with the strings clutched to your chest and appearing within the city center of the Lemurian Kingdom they had made their own.

Only, by the time you had arrived, you were already to late.

Because time worked differently in the void, time could be anything it -anything he- wanted it to be.

So, by the time you appeared in the city, it was already left in ruin.

The beautiful buildings made from pearl and marble hidden far beneath the depths of the sea, bodies of Lemurians and Humans alike floating throughout the waters that were strained with blood and the scales of the Sea.

But, where was his Star?

Glancing around frantically, you let the last string still clinging to their soul guide you through the waters in the blink of an eye, your form appearing once more beneath the waves at the base of a large cliff face where you found the Star floating listlessly within the water, blood surrounding them and the life that had just began to form within their womb already gone from this world after the fall.

Your heart breaking, your hands trembling as you reached out to bring the Star into your arms, their eyes staring up at you with nothing behind them, as if they had already given up the moment their lover had left this world.

You could help them, could heal them if you so wished since their soul had not left their body yet... but you didn't.

Because you knew even if you did, they would have nothing to go on for, nothing tying them to this world that had already taken so much from them.

So, with a heavy heart and tears of gold dissipating into the waters around you both, you watched as the life left their eyes; their soul fading from this world and into the void beyond as the final string of life still clutched in your hand finally snapped.

All while you cried, holding the Star's now lifeless body close, grieving for the loss of another set of your children and apologizing for the life they would never get to live.

But it feels like an eternity Since I had you here with me Since I had to learn to be Someone you don't know

You weren't sure how long it had been since you returned to the void you once called home, instead choosing to wander the world you had created aimlessly, the strings of your fallen children held tightly in your grasp as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into years.

The world around you changing in a way you had never predicted, greed, war, sickness, all of it spreading across the planet and leaching into it's very core and killing it slowly.

The very same core that made up your own soul.

Even so, all you could do was wander, your physical form growing weaker the more your creations destroyed the planet you had made for them. Nothing holding you here, nothing keeping you tethered to this world as you made your way back to where this all had started.

The cave, that ruined temple that had once been made into a home by a family long since passed, now standing before you. It's halls empty, the cursed treasure inside long gone, taken by a human king who ignored the blood staining its surface in order to sate his greed.

Here you stood where it all began, your body fading in and out of reality, trying to pull you back to the void to regain whatever strength you had left as you closed your eyes, ready to give into the temptation of the darkness beyond and return.

Only to pause as a small sound drew your attention.

Your eyes opening once more, glancing over to the front of the abandoned temple to find a little bundle of blankets laying before the ruble of the entrance.

Stepping forward, you face remained blank as you knelt down, moving the blankets aside to reveal a human baby with soft pink curls and chubby cheeks who was so small, sickly even, much smaller then human newborns are usually meant to be.

Was as she perhaps born prematurely?

The thought causing you to tilt your head, staring down at her for a moment before finally reaching out and brushing your finger against her cheek. The action drawing the babies attention as she opened her eyes to look up at you with those of soft gold, her hair and eyes the same shade as the little soul of the Dawn you had crafted so long ago.

Your breath hitching, your heart racing in a way it hadn't in a long time as you stared down at another one of your chosen children.

One left abandoned on the steps of a long forgotten temple, one too small and sickly and left to die before she was ever given the chance to live the life you had crafted for her. One filled with light and love and the warmth of memories long passed.

No, you would not let it come to that this time.

You would not lose another of your children to a plan you did not write for them, you would make sure this one would live a long and happy life.

Reaching out, you slowly brought the child into your arms, her breathing labored and her eyes fluttering as if she just wanted to sleep, though you would not let it come to that.

Your hands trembling as you summoned her soul, its glow faint, its form cracked; as if the child's weak body was unable to handle it before you began pushing any available energy you could into the shard, driving away the corruption that had began to take hold and bringing with it new life and energy to the fragile soul.

At least for the time being.

For while you could keep her here, heal the sickness that plagued her and keep her safe, you knew that her body would be unable to handle the power of the aether core shard within her for long.

Even so, you would give her the best life you could, one filled with joy, and warmth, and a love that even the universe could not comprehend.

To be with you in paradise What I wouldn't sacrifice Why'd you have to chase the light Somewhere I can't go? As I walk this world alone

Years had passed in the blink of an eye, years since you had taken in the child you had named Ophelia, and years since you had returned to the void.

Instead, you had made the ruins of the temple that had been the start of it all into a home of your own for you and the little one.

You had watched on as your daughter, because that is what she had truly become, grew up.

Her smiles and laughter bringing a joy to your existence that you had never experienced before. Even despite her weak frame, despite the sickness that plagued her, she retained so much kindness and love for the world around her.

A love you had always longed to see, now always reflected back at you in the eyes of your most precious daughter.

And that love you felt in your heart had only grown when the counter to your daughter, a little boy named Zayne with a soul crafted from the Dusk and hands infused with ice that had tried to take him too soon, stumbled into both of your lives.

A precious boy who, while not outwardly affectionate, loved your daughter more then anything and willingly devoted his life to caring for her.

Two little souls that you had truly come to view as your own.

While you had never forgotten your other chosen children, always keeping the threads of the ones you had lost close to your heart, you had come to accept their deaths and carry them in your memories.

Even now, as you ventured back from checking on the Sun and the Moon, their kingdom vast and healthy as you had once predicted and a little one of their own on the way, you couldn't help but smile as you pushed past the trees and into the clearing beyond that led to the Temple.

Only to stop, the smile falling from your lips as you stared up in shock at the Temple.

The Temple that was now shrouded in ice, frost clinging to the the walls and grass beyond, casting the clearing in a bone deep chill that sunk into even your celestial body.

Ice that could have only come from one thing.

Quickly, you ran, as fast as your feet could carry you towards the clearing shrouded in jasmines, one that held so many memories for you and your children.

The clearing where Ophelia had taken her first steps, where she and Zayne had shared their first dance, where they both had gotten married while you watched on with the love and pride of a parent for her children.

The clearing now shrouded in ice and snow, the jasmines frozen in place with frost and blood clinging to their petals, and at the center of it all, kneeling in the snow covered ground...

Were Zayne and Ophelia.

Ophelia, with a gaping hole in her chest where her protocore shard once resided, who's smile was forever engraved upon her frozen face, her eyes closed, her hand cupping Zayne's cheek and held their by the man himself.

And Zayne, who held her close even in death, his body completely frozen from his evol overtaking him at the lose of his wife. His body hunched over her form, holding her close, as if to provide one last bit of warmth to her even while the life left his body.

The sight alone bringing you to your knees, your hands trembling where they gripped the frost covered ground, your eyes never once leaving the frozen bodies of the two children you had raised despite the way your heart screamed in anguish for them, as tears of gold rolled down your cheeks.

Your sobs echoing through the clearing as you stared on, memories of the bodies of your other chosen children flashing through your mind, of the lives they never got the chance to live, the lives that were taken from them far before their time.

Your anguish turning to a blinding rage, tears of gold pooling beneath you on the ground and sinking into the earth below, before you let out your anger in a blinding scream.

The sound echoing through the forest and across the planets surface, beyond the kingdom of Philos where Xavier returned with a bloody protocore clutched in his hands, and to the far reaches of space where Chaos lay in wait as the last part of his plan came to fruition.

It's an endless night, it's a starless sky It's a hell that I call home It's a long goodbye on the other side Of the only life I know

Silence greets you as you stand atop the hill beyond the Kingdom of Philos, the deceased form of their Queen held in the arms of their King who knelt at your feet, the bodies of their people scattered across the once beautiful meadow as you stared down at the man with a blank expression.

Despite the care you had put into craft his soul, you couldn't find it in yourself to feel sympathy for him, for the man who had stolen your daughters chance at a future all for his own selfish desires.

Desires that you still did not understand.

Slowly, you reached out, your hands cupping his cheek harshly, the last of your gentleness dying alongside your daughter as you stared into his sapphire eyes that returned your gaze with an almost lifeless haze.

A single question blazing through your mind as you ignored the carnage around you both.

"Why?"

You whispered, your words echoing off the land in an unnatural way that only a celestial being such as yourself ever could.

Even so, despite your words and the pain your grip likely inflicted, Xavier did not answer. His eyes remained cold and lifeless as he stared up at you, as if his very reason for living had been taken away from him.

Because it had.

Only, it wasn't taken away by you, at least not by your design.

They were meant to live a long and happy life together, their kingdom was meant to flourish under their rule and they were both meant to die of old age together where their souls would return to you in the void.

It's why you couldn't understand why he would do something like this, what would make him rip the shard from your daughters chest when there was no reason for it at all.

Only, there was a reason, just not one you had given him.

A memory flashing through his mind and echoing into your own, of him placing kisses upon his wife's body, smothering her in love before a being claiming to be Fate overtook her mind. Whispering words of her death into his ear, planting fear and desperation into his mind, and foretelling of his kingdom having to sacrifice his wife in order to heal their planet.

A prophesy that you had never made.

You eyes wide, your hands trembling where they loosened their hold on Xavier's face, tears gathering on your lashes as you stared down at him with heartache and sympathy once more.

Because despite what he had done, what he had taken from you, he had only been doing what he thought was right in order to save his wife, all because of the whispering of a being you had not foreseen.

No, it wasn't his fault, it was yours.

Yours for not seeing the signs sooner, for not putting a stop to whoever this being was that led to the death of your children.

The last of the fight leaving you as you pressed your forehead against Xavier's, his tears finally falling as he closed his eyes and gave into your embrace, his body disappearing into specks of light alongside his wife as their souls moved onto the void.

Which you would follow, the threads of your children held tightly to your chest as you returned to the void once more, determined to make things right.

And it feels like an eternity Since I had you here with me Since I had to learn to be Someone you don't know

You'd forgot how comforting the weightlessness of the void once was as you appeared in your little corner of the universe, the darkness holding you close, welcoming you home as one would a long lost lover as you glanced around at the strings of fate.

Where there had once been hundreds upon thousands, unique to each soul residing on Philos, now only few remained.

The wars, the sickness, the suffering of man slowly poisoning the planet you had made and killing off each of your creations until there was nothing that could be done.

You could feel it, the tremble in your body, in the way your chest ached with a deep pain as your soul residing within the planets core slowly began to die.

While you could never die, not truly at least, you knew that once the last of your energy was gone, you would return to the void without a physical body and without any memories of the millennium you had exisited, unable to do anything to help your creations.

And you couldn't have that.

Glancing down to the frayed strings of your chosen children in your hands, determination returned to you as you gripped them tight before turning to the little planet beyond.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out your hand, your fingers trembling as you brushed against the planets surface and called your soul forward. The last of the life upon the planets surface fading away as your soul, one formed from the heart of a dying star and ignited once more, overtook the planet you had made.

The last of the threads surrounding you now dissipating into the void as you held your little planet, your soul, in your hand. Tears of gold dripping down your cheeks and landing on the cracked and broken surface as you took a moment to mourn for the lives that should have been and would never be.

Before finally turning back to the strings of your chosen children, the ones you had held onto all these years, refusing to allow them to disappear into nothingness.

However, before you could begin your plan, a voice snapped you from your state.

"After all this time, to see you in such a state is truly a blessing all its own."

The sudden voice, spoken from behind you caused you to jump out of your skin, fear gripping at your chest as you quickly turned around.

No one else was supposed to be here, the void had always been just yours, always providing silent comfort and a listening ear ever since your existence began.

Now, where there was once empty darkness filled with distance stars, was a man; at least what appeared to be a man, for he was unlike any man you had ever created.

Tall, taller then even your celestial form, with long brown hair that faded into the galaxy itself, lightly tanned skin with soft freckles made from the stars scattered around you both, and eyes that matched the void of space in a way that took your breath away.

Your heart racing as the man moved towards you, your hands trembling where they held your soul and the strings of your children close as the man gave you an almost sheepish smile.

"Forgive me, my lady, I didn't mean to scare you. I guess I was just a bit too excited to finally meet you face to face after all this time."

The man says, his voice familiar in a way you couldn't place as his words confused you even further.

"You... know me?"

You ask, your voice soft in the silence of the void yet filled with suspicion as you moved back before the mans eyes widened as he seemed to remember something.

A sudden flush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks as he waved his hands around frantically, trying to dispel any fear or anger you might feel in his presence.

"Ah! Of course you wouldn't know me, this is our first actually meeting after all! You must be so confused, how rude of me."

He flounders, his eyes wide and his cheeks a soft shade of pink as he stared at you in both awe and nervous reverence before finally stepping towards you.

The void itself bending to give him structure with each step as he reached out to very gently take your hands into his own, your soul and the string of your children floating beside you as he slowly knelt before you, despite the void having no surface to do so.

"Allow me to formally introduce myself; I am Chaos, the god of gravity and time itself, I am the void at which resides at the beginning and end of all things."

He begins, his words stealing your breath, your heart racing as he brought your hands up to his lips to press a gentle kiss against the back of your knuckles.

The look in his eyes worshipping in a way you had never seen before, even from your own creations, eyes that spoke of longing and devotion beyond time itself.

"It took me so long to gather the strength to finally appear before you, your little creations were quite difficult to work with, but at least they were good for one thing."

He says, his smile playful, the tilt to his head boyish in a way, as if trying to portray a picture of innocents despite his words that made your heart drop.

"Please, allow me to finally say this after all these millennium... I am so grateful to finally get the chance to meet you face to face, my star born goddess."

He whispers, his tone filled with reverence and an obsession you had only ever seen from your children who were affected by that horrid corruption.

The thought causing you to freeze, the shock of the situation, of meeting this being who had been by your side since your creation without you ever knowing it, fading away as everything clicked into place.

"You."

You whisper, unable to hide the shock and slight tremble to your words as you stared down at the man before you.

Only, he wasn't just a man, was he?

No, he was far more then that.

He was the void in which you had known all your existence, your one comfort through the vast loneliness of endless space, your counter in all things that made up this universe that you had called your own. Destruction where you were creations, death where you led to life, the unknown outweighing knowledge.

And the only other being capable of manipulating your creations and the course of the story you had written for them to fit his own needs.

A sound like static echoing behind your ears as you stared down at his kneeling form, that boyish smile on his face speaking as if everything he had worked for had finally been worth it.

The corruption that had slowly spread throughout the world you had crafted, into the very souls of the creations you made with such care; the whispered words of a being claiming to be you into the ear of a man who would do anything to protect his wife and future child, all of it becoming clear to you.

The death, the sickness, the stolen lives of your creations that went against your design; all the years of pain and tears you had shed in guilt over the suffering of your children.

You weren't to blame.

He was.

"Yơ̵̲͌̋̂̚͜͝ṷ̶̘̆̚"

You begin again, that rage that had simmered in your core and been fueled with each death returning with a vengeance as you reached out and suddenly grabbed him by the face with both hands.

The sudden action surprising him as you dug your nails into the skin of his face, drawing golden blood the same shade as that cursed treasure, the one that had started this all and taken them away from you.

"You did t̵̨̩̦̞̻͈̟̘̲̓ͅh̷̢̄̐̏̎̐̑̓i̶̢͕̖͗̓͜͜͝͝s̵̡̥͓̭͎̬̰͈͊́̃͒̍͌.̵̙̺̈́͑͗̓͗͜"

You whisper, your voice distorted, swallowed up by the deafening silence of the void.

You hair floating around you both, your physical form distorting in a way it never had before, as if the very fabric of reality tethering you to this universe was unraveling.

All while Chaos stared up at you, his eyes wide with confusion and concern for you as tears gathered on your lashes, ignoring the pain lacing through his body as your trembling fingers dug into the skin of his flesh.

"Y̷̡͖̩̖͔͎̺͓͋̿͒̕o̵̡̡̮͉̮̞̭͔̞͈̯̞̺͆͆̽͜ͅǔ̶͚̣̂̎̀͆͘ destroyed all that I had ẁ̷̱̬͍͈̪͓̤͓̥̼̉̀̈́͐̎ͅo̷̺̠̖̯̭͑̓͑̈́͆̎̑̎̃̀̿͐̔͌r̴͉͒͐k̸̛̠̪͖͖̖̗̿͐̔̈́͘͝e̴̢̧̱̦̳̯̮͆̄̐̍d̸̢͍̟̩̟̄́̄̃͘ for, just so you could form a b̴̡̨̛̙̭͖̼̞̰̃͋͛̔͐͊̒̿̓̊͘͘͜͝ͅơ̸̢͍̘̻͎̦̣̼̜̎͂͆̀́̈̑͒ͅḍ̷̛̱̦̩͈͈̞̲͍́͒̒͗̊ÿ̵̡̢̢̛̛͔͈̩̺̺̠̠̬͓́̉̈́͂̎̒͋͐͑̑̐͜?"

You question, your voice echoing through the void as the planets around you both began to circle within your combined gravity.

"You took my children from me, A̴̡̮̮̦̮̥͖̱͖̖̓̏̌̊͐̈͛͘L̷̨͈̦͈̋̽̆̆̾̏̊̎̓́͘L̶̡͎̠͈̣̬̣̆̀ ̸̡̞͇̩̝̩̀̋͜͠Ḅ̸̬̓̐̈́͒̑̑̏̍̈̆̌̚Ë̷̛̱́͋̾̀͛̈́̌̓̚ͅC̶̹̲͈̗̰͈̥͚͎͙̋̑̓̓́À̷̢̻͈͔͍͙͆̓͜U̴̳̩̤̼͒̎͂̏͆̈̓͜S̷̙̟̑̈́̑E̶̲͉̊̇̓̊͆̓̓̓͛̀͝ ̶̠͑̃̆͐̅Y̸̻̫͚̖͎̩̲̍̈́̐̈́O̸̧͇̥̫͆̀̅̀͐U̴̹̺͒͆͛͆̑̄͝͝ ̶̮͚̭̟̤̺̫̞̮̯̣̙͌̿̈́̒̌̚T̸̠͚̰̤͒́H̶͙͔̭͂̊̔̆̕ͅO̸͍͈͚̽̅̽̈́̉̈́̑̔̆͌͊͜͝U̷̠̹̫͂̏̉̈́̐̂͊̅̃͝G̸̙͌̇̓̅̈́̍͒͆̂̄H̶̨̻̠͉̫͓̋̉̾̚T̷̙͚͍͙̫͇̭͚͛͂̀́͛̉͜ ̴̙̪͕͍̰̱͛̂̈́̑̓́̑̅͠O̶̖̫̼͛͐͒͐̋̋̀̂͆̾͒͝F̸̨̙̗̗̞̠͉̃͋͆̐̎͑͐̕̚͜ ̸̢̗̻̫͖̮̳̼͗͗̎͛̃̌̐̕T̶̢̨̡͇̠̥̟͇̣͖̩̠͋͒H̵̦̪̻͈̪͍̜̩̹͓̥͌E̴͔͉̽́̇͐̾͒͘Ṁ̵̧̫͇̱̘̗̼̟̾͝ ̶̡̦̗͇̹̘̉̎̈͐͜͠A̷̺͕̫̩͉̩̭̋̾͑́͋̚͠͠͝Ş̶͎̠̱̬͓̲̥̲̄ ̷̣̮͈̬͚̯͓̪̀̾́̀̓̾̓̒̌̕͘͜͝W̷̛̳̱̬͈͍͊̓̎̿̔̌̿͝Ȏ̵̦̬͙͎̘͔̫͊͜R̷̨̰̠̦͑̄̆͋͋̾̽T̴̜̱̼͖̪̖͚͓́̔́́̇̆̽̓̓̊̈͝H̸̡̨͚̥̼̥̣͇̤̝͚̄͋͑̓̉̃̿̕̚͝L̸̬̯̳̗͔̝̤̾̿͂̿̈́E̴̫̝̯̖̻͓̼̞̖͎̻͂̃͛Ş̷̡̖̻̥̞͊̒̈́͋̈́͆S̸̛̝̪̘̫̔́͊͋̑͘͘͝͠!̵̥̟̖̈́͑̀͂̐̎̿̊̈́͆͒͘?̶̫̥̺̪̙̞́̂̅͗͒̎̊̚"

You scream, the sound shooting pain through his ears and causing him to wince as he stared up at you in shock, watching as tears of gold roll down you cheeks, dripping off your chin and falling onto his face.

"Ẏ̷̢̡̛̟̥̪̦̯̪̬̽̎͐̂͒͛̚̕͠͝O̵̡̦̙̩̤̳̱̯͍̩̅̈͆́̒͜Ǘ̵̡̳͙̺́̑͆̐̈́̈́̈́͜ ̸̨̧̧͉̟͕̱͖͇͍̎̋̈́̃̏͝T̵̛̝̘͔̥̳̖̻͈̈͆Ḧ̵̞́̇̊̓̃̆́̊̒̚I̶̢̻͓̭̠̦̔͛͌́͋̈́̆͂̑͜N̵̛̹͔̭̭͚̤̭̙̂̓̔̈̓̆̈́͝K̷̨̛͍̣̺̖̑̌̔̈́͆̓͛ ̴̘̭̪͇͈̦̺̙̄̄͗̄̈̚Ÿ̴͔̲͔́̀̒̍Ǫ̶̧̖̪̟̫̰̗̦̭͆̍̉̿̄̆̀̾̒͜͠ͅǓ̵̡̧̙̥͔̻͌̂̏̒R̷͙̘̩̳̲̭̲̞̭̮̺̟̈́͋̿̐ ̴̢̛̛͚̤̺͇͌͜E̸̯̰͖̭͐́͑̕͝X̴̛͔̥̺̱̳̯̠̲̹͎͖́́̂̊̃͝Ḯ̵̢̨̳̟̦̭̭̘̯̂͌̈́̂̈́̋̌̓̑͠S̷̢̨͍̥̰̫̯̻͎̥̀̈́̍̔̇̕T̴̛̮̙̬̠̮̳̠͑̂́̓͐̿́̀̕A̶̲͉͙̺͔̟͆̎̋͌̈́͐̃́͋̈́̇̈́N̵̙̝̳̟̰͕̗͔̻͙͙͍̆C̵̢͍̜͙̻̦͓͂͐͊̒́̃̓́͝Ẹ̴̖̖͕̩͍̣̹̳͈̲͇̈͑̍̍ ̴̰̟̄̊̔̑͊̀̚͠I̷̗̼̫͔̪̘̖͙̯̗̒S̷̨̰̹̟͖͕̞̳̤̊̏͌ ̴̟̣̳̟̘̹̼͙̙̳̠̄̇̆͐́̄̒̽̍̆͠͝Ẵ̵̧̛̛̪͚̘̄͑͝N̸͈͍̓̃̑̇̀̀͌̉̈̓͗Y̶̹͛͐̒̀̓͗̓́͊̆ ̸̛̣̘̗͎̰͓̯͋̈͛̄͘͠M̸̨̨̦̣̜̙͑̀̈́̍̌̈́̿̅̿̓́͊O̴̡̫̭̤͓͉̖͂͋̌͜R̸̠͇͕̮̣͔̞͖͙͕̄̑̋̏͂̈́́͋́͛͘͜͜E̷̮͐̌̓̈́͗̈́̐͒͑͜͝͝ ̷̧̜͈̫̈́͛̈́́͘M̴̧͙̠̝͍̫̩̱̟͋̍̆̀̓́̍̕E̷̫̖̣̘͚͇͗̔Ą̸̘̪̞͇̯̼̪̭͎͎̈́̓̓͠ͅN̷͎̥̬͉͖̳̦͈̘͋̈́͌̓̽̈́̆̔̇̏͌͒I̵̢̥̼̳̱̊̕͜N̶̜̯͙̐̀̅͛͒̓̋̄̔̚͘G̷̨̫̠̳̱͎̥̱̩̿͗͒̀̔̿̏̐̍̍̈̕͜͜F̵̭̤͖̹̩̜͎̤͖̥̔̈̋̏̄U̷̟̫̠͙̮̙̜̗̭̩̔͛̿̀̉̓͆́̒̾L̸̠̬̮͈̺̤͓̞͚͈͉̠̇̆̽̑̕̕͝ ̵̳̯̮̺̖̚͠T̵͓̱̩̳̘̪̳̩̯͖͊͗H̸͚̮̽̾̎̊͑͋́̆̈͠͝͝Ė̶̘̳͊̄͘Ǹ̸̛̻̙̲̘̆͒̀̀́̇͊͌̍̍ ̴̢͙͔̝͙̤͔͚͖͇̝̻̍̇̾͌̈́͠͝T̴͎̪̗̭̄̈́̈́H̷̹̟̘͠͝E̴̡̱̩̜̞̎͂͛͗͘I̴͕̳͙̟̪̾̀̄́̌͐͆̕R̷̥̆̀͂̃́̍́͗͐́̉̚Ş̴̳̳̪̤̖̳͇̊͆̑̃̂̃͐́̕͘!̵̨̬̺̺̙̻̼̣͌̂̿?̴͔͍̼̘͊͋̊̿"

Your words, spoken with such rage and betrayal, broke something in him as he stared up at you.

The sight of not only the unending rage behind your eyes, but the deep seated anguish and heartbreak that he had caused, stealing his breath and forcing tears of his own forward.

He hadn't meant to hurt you, really he hadn't.

He had seen the way you cared for your creations, the pride you took in their accomplishments and the joy you felt at their happiness. He could see how attached you grew to each one of them, and while he was happy for your joy, he also knew it would eventually lead to heartache.

Nothing you made, no matter how much of your soul you put into it, would last as long as the two of you. They would fade, would die, would disappear into the void in which they came and leave you alone once more.

It's why he had worked so hard to gain a body, so that you would never have to feel that crushing loneliness ever again and so that he could remain by your side, no matter what or who it took.

But, sitting here now, with the universe around you both crumbling away and your tears staining his cheeks, Chaos couldn't help but realize how wrong he had truly been.

Your creations, while fleeting, had provided you happiness when he could not.

Had been there for you when loneliness overtaken the safety of the void.

You had put your heart and soul into each soul you crafted, had even taken time that would have been nothing more then a blink in your existence to raise a little girl and act as her mother.

The point wasn't that you didn't know your creations, your children as you had called them, wouldn't last... it was the fact that you did know that, had always known that, and still chose to love them in the little time you had with them.

And he had not only taken that away from you, but corrupted it in a way you would never be able to forget, every action he took showing that in his selfishness to have you by his side, he never truly considered what you wanted.

And now he had hurt you, had destroyed the universe you had crafted, all due to some selfish desire to have you to himself.

The thought breaking his heart as he leaned into your touch, ignoring the pain your nails digging through his flesh brought as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you into his arms.

"I'm sorry..."

He whispers, desperation and guilt evidence behind his voice as he nuzzled his face against your stomach, the sudden action causing you to pause in your rage to look at him in confusion.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."

He says, his words pushing a sob past your lips as you finally let go of his face, his blood mixing with your tears as you hid your face in his hair.

The cracks in your soul growing as reality around you both began to shift, his eyes closing as he held you close, knowing their was nothing he could do as your form began to shatter.

The universe around you both being pulled in by the gravity of your soul before it, along with your physical body, exploded in a familiar display, a supernova crashing through the universe and remaking the very foundation of the void as Chaos went with you.

Promising that in the next life, he would do things right.

To be with you in paradise What I wouldn't sacrifice Why'd you have to chase the light Somewhere I can't go? As I walk this world alone

Caleb didn't remember a time he wasn't under EVER's care, his whole life filled with clinical hands; cold eyes filled with pity, resentment, disgust, and the searing pain of his own Evol trying to tear him apart everyday.

His life filled with dull gray walls and the constant buzzing lights of the facility.

Until the day you arrived.

You were so small, a couple years younger then he was, your body malnourished and dressed in the same patient's uniform as him, your hair a tangled mess as they shoved you into his room.

Even so, despite the woman standing behind you with a look of pity and guilt upon her face as she held the back of your neck like a dog, his eyes were entirely focused on you.

Something in his heart that had become numb to this life now aching at the look in your eyes, the same look of emotional numbness that he saw everyday in the reflection of the windows, the look that said you had given up on life with no reason to go on.

A look that shouldn't have been on a child so young.

"X-02, this is A-01, they are the newest patient being admitted. They will be sharing this room with you, meaning they are your responsibility to look after."

The woman said, older in age with graying hair and cold eyes that tried to seem soft.

"Explain the rules to them."

She says, her words final, holding no room for argument as she gently but firmly pushed you into the room.

Your bare feet scuffing against the cold concreate and your face blank as she shut the door behind you with a resounding slam, leaving you both in silence in the dimly lit room with only the buzzing of the overhead light filling the space.

Slowly, like approaching a frightened animal, Caleb climbed out of his bed, moving towards you with deliberate movements as he stared down at you with a blank expression of his own.

"Hello."

He says, the one word breaking the silence between you and seeming to bring you out of your thoughts, your lifeless eyes finally looking away from the floor to meet his gaze as he stood in front of you.

The silence stretching for a few seconds too long, making him doubt himself for just a moment before your voice finally spoke up.

"Hi."

Such a simple two letter word, spoken from a voice so small, so broken, as you stared up with a tilt of your head.

"You are my reasonability now, which means it's my job to make sure you don't get us in trouble. Your bed is over there, mine is right here. Just listen to the doctors during testing, do your best, and you should be fine."

He says bluntly, the same rehearsed line he had been forced to say for years now as he turns away from you, ready to climb back into his own bed and forget about everything around him.

However, a slight tug on the back of his shirt made him to pause, glancing over his shoulder to find you gripping the back of his shirt in your tiny hand, your fingers scarred and littered with cuts as you stared up at him with that same blank look in your eyes.

"But... what's your name?"

You ask quietly, the question making him freeze, glancing between your hand holding his shirt and your lifeless eyes as he tried to figure out how to proceed.

"X-02."

He says firmly, waiting for you to release him so he could crawl under his sheet and forget about you.

Only, you didn't, your little hand still gripping his shirt as your face scrunched up in confusion.

"But that's just numbers, that's not a name."

You say, your words causing him to flinch despite himself as he watched you grow more curious.

"What's your real name?"

Silence follows your question, so innocent, just wanting to know the person who is meant to be responsible for you. The person who will be sharing the pains of the future with you through everything, despite you not being aware of what is to come.

The hope that shines in your lifeless eyes making something in Caleb's heart ache, that emotionless void he had build around himself slowly crumbling bit by bit the longer he stared at you.

"... Caleb, my name is Caleb."

He finally says, his voice no more then a whisper between you both.

Still, it was enough, the one word causing your eyes to widen, a spark seeming to return to the lifeless void of your gaze as you stared up at him. His heart racing as he watched a tiny smile pull at the corner of your lips before morphing into the more beautiful thing he had ever seen within these bleak gray walls.

A smile, brighter then any star in the galaxy, filled with so much hope and joy at simply knowing his name.

"Caleb."

You repeat softly, spoken so innocently, with such reverence, with no fear... that Caleb couldn't help the tears that gathered in his eyes, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to hold onto the walls around his heart despite the way they crumbled.

No one had ever called his name that gently before, like it was something precious to be cradled and cared for, to be cherished.

His heart reaching out and letting you in despite himself, something clicking into place as he accepts you as not only his responsibility, but someone he wants to love and protect.

A breathless laugh slipping past his lips, a small smile spreading across his lips as he agreed, calling himself your Caleb.

Years passing with you both side by side, laughter shared between you both in secret despite the dull gray walls, your chatter drowning out the constant buzzing of the lights and the flashes of memories from a time since passed.

The small moment's warming his heart in a way he would always treasure, your curiosity when learning about his Evol, the way you would drool on his chest when you had a nightmare and he would let you sleep in his bed, your happy smile as he danced with you around the room of your shared cell on the days the doctors would play music in the room next door.

All memories shared between you and Caleb.

Your Caleb.

Something he would repeat over and over and over again, each time he was forced to watch through that window as they used you, tortured you, killed you.

Over and over and over again.

Your memories fading each time you woke from death, never once remembering who he was or who you were, no matter how many times he introduced himself as your Caleb like it was the first time.

You never remembered.

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▶︎ Positions (starring . nanami kento)

synopsis . Cockwarming to fall asleep but he fails to do so every time. content . afab!reader, established relationship, taunting, cockwarming (duh), dirty talk, condescending praise(?), pet names, teasing, etc.

Voice hot and heavy against your ear as one thick thumb mindlessly circles over your twitching clit, "Nothing else inside this head of yours aside from cock, hm?" Then he scoffs and although his words are a bit harsh, you could feel the smirk on his lips, "Can't even sleep properly without it, poor girl."

Truth be told, he didn't have to be caressing your clit while his dick nestled deeply inside you but he not-so-secretly loved feeling the way your cunt clamps around him every now and then. You were supposed to just be keeping his cock warm and nothing more and yet now his tip was smearing precum all over your walls as he shifted his hips slightly.

"Kentoo, you promised not to move this time," You murmur all tiredly, trying to lightly push your hips back against as if to warn him.

The smirk on his face falters and he moves his mouth down to the side of your neck, whispering tentatively into your skin in that deep voice that has you hot and bothered all over, "I can't help it. You feel so good, my love." Then his hips are rolling forward and you let out a moan you'd been trying so desperately to hold back.

His lips part against your neck and his hand leaves your clit just to meet your leg and lift it up a bit so that he can angle himself in "properly", groaning purposefully against your tense skin just so he can feel you squeeze around him again.

He knows you're not any better at holding back than he is so when he tugs his cock back and it slips out of you, he has to stop himself from smiling at the pathetic whine that falls off of your lips. Then he slides a hand down to his shaft just to playfully angle and then rub himself in between your warm folds, breath hitching against your neck.

You shift against the bed and look down before your hand moves to his length, fingers brushing over his as you try to make him slide back inside of you. "Ken'," You mewl desperately.

That's how he knows he has you exactly how he wants you. Because then he's letting you angle him back inside you and the groan he lets out is nasty and rich with a deep feral need to please you, his darling wife.

Lips sliding up to your ear again just as his tip presses light pecks against the hilt of your pussy, “Can you feel that?” He whispers, feeling the way you squeeze so prettily around him and then smiling, “Yeahh, feel how deep my cock is inside you, right against that spot you love so much, huh?”

You release another series of gorgeous moans and Nanami just can't help himself anymore. He has to tease you until you're whining for him to fuck you, even though you'd both agreed not to do anything much tonight.

Right on time, your back arches against his torso and he moves his hands to keep your hips still before purring, “Can you take it?” and then earning a rather sinful shake of your head. To which he scoffs and presses his lips down just below your ear. “Awh, but I know you can," He coos, "You always do.”

Nanami eases his hips back carefully and watches the way you turn your head into the pillow when he gives you one lazy thrust of his hips. Then your hand moves back and you push at him for a split second before contrastingly clawing at him to come closer the moment he starts pulling out again. He had you all confused about what you wanted and fuck did he love every second of it.

Especially when he hears you muffle a whimper into the pillow. Smirking now, “Shh, shhh, I know it’s big, darling.” He says lovingly, letting one of his hands return to your front so he can caress your clit, hips sandwiching against your ass while he speaks in that honeyed baritone of his all slowly, “But isn’t that nice, how I fill you up so perfectly every time?”

You gasp and let your hand fall down to hold his wrist, "You're supposed to be.. mngh, s-staying still," You breathe out heavily. And thank god for the way your expression was currently hidden against the pillow right now because if he could see the way your eyes lull to the back of your skull every time he opens his mouth, he'd never let you hear the end of it.

“Hah," Nanami scoffs, warm breath smacking against your skin, "And you were only supposed to be keeping my cock warm and now look at you.” He argues, leaning down to bite into your shoulder as he thrusts a bit too hard and makes your body jerk forward a little. Grunting, “Practically begging me to fuck you like this.”

You turn your head a little and swallow down another moan, opening your mouth to say something but quickly getting cut off by the way he suddenly takes your jaw into his hand and angles your head all the way back to meet eyes with him.

It's then that you realize you fucked up at some point because Nanami's got that devilishly knowing look on his face. He leans closer and you feel his hips stop, leaving his cock throbbing and hot against your aching walls, "Too bad I’m gonna stay riiiight here and you’re gonna go to sleep on it just like we agreed you would.”

You try giving him that pout he usually can't resist, "I can't do that now, not after you already started. Please..."

“Oh but you’re going to,” He smiles and then finally relaxes back a bit, as if to finalize his previous statement, his hips still not moving an inch and cock just... sitting inside you. “If not,” He reels back only a little to watch panic take over your features and then whispers, “I’ll leave you all empty tonight.”

Shit.

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[kissandtellus]

Baby Fever: Caleb LADS

Synopsis: Caleb sees you holding a baby and suddenly realizes how much he NEEDS to see a mini-you.

Warnings: Breeding, Baby Fever, Mentions of Pregnancy, Public Smex, Use of ‘Gege’, Size Difference, Sort of Dub-con for half a second.

Caleb always knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. That was a given. But the thought of kids didn’t really fancy him that much, after all, he was so selfish.

Wanting you all to himself at all times.

But today, something had snapped. It was all because of the Farspace Fleet Annual Dinner. He had brought you in like a pretty thing on his arm. Families young and old from his subordinates had gathered in the ballroom.

He had went to fetch you drinks and when he returned, you had a gurgling little boy in your arms. All wide-eyed and chubby fingers grasping at strands of your hair.

He had been uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the evening. “Caleb, are you alright?” You whisper to him as you find your seat at the table.

He clears his throat and tries to force a reassuring smile. “Yeah Pips, of course.”

He was absolutely NOT fine.

You had just meant to grab your jackets from the coat closet before leaving. But somehow that resulted in it being locked behind you with Caleb so fucking deep in your guts you couldn’t breathe.

He hadn’t even bothered to pull the pants of his uniform down all the way. He tucked the band of his boxers right under his tight balls, slipped your panties to the side and fucked you in the extremely small closet.

“C-Cal-mmhh! F-fuck!” You gasped into his ear. The little prep work he had done made the stretch burn so much more deliciously. His Colonel Cap slipped down to shadow his eyes as he growled against your pulse point.

“Oh no Pipsqueak. You knew exactlyyyy what you were doin’. Holding that baby, bein’ all fuckin’-ngh-motherly.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you weren’t sure if it was from the way he was pulverizing your guts or from his words. “I just-b-baby was cute. Ah…~”

Your words cut off by his thumb rubbing tight circles around your sticky little clit. He chuckled in your ear, palm pressed firmly against your tummy where he was so deeeep inside of you.

“Uh huh, sure. Doesn’t matter,” his teeth are nipping at your throat as his shoulders knock dozens of coats into the floor. “-our baby is gonna be 10 times cuter.”

Your hands scramble to find any purchase on his shoulders. His breath is hot and heavy against the crook of your shoulder. “S’-too much Caleb! I-I can’t-not on the pill!” You try and muffle your moan against his uniform.

Caleb just chuckles at that, his swollen cock-head leaving wet kisses against your cervix. “S’ like you wanted me to leave a baby in here Pips. All swollen, achin’ for me huh?”

His thrust grow erratic, your cries building to a crescendo in the Ballroom coat closet. “Caleb I’m gonna-…out! Ngh, pull out!” It’s a half-hearted request really. You KNEW Caleb would be a good dad, would take care of you and a little one with no problem. Caleb clicked his tongue disapprovingly and simply pressed your face against the wall, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

Even though he could’ve easily lifted you with his Evol, it was strong, battle worn arms that held you up so your cute kitten heels were dangling helplessly. He used you like that dumbass pocket-pussy he bought back in his academy days.

Your cunt kinda sounded like it too. All gooey n’ wet n’ all fucked out.

“Yeah, yeah tell me again you don’t want my kid in your belly. Go on Pips. Tell me to stop, and I will.” He’s slamming you up and down his cock to the point you can’t even see straight.

“I-I want it!” You finally admit, walls clenching around his length like it was trying to milk him dry. “Want your babies, w-want you to fill me up-ahhh!”

The little bit of restraint Caleb had, shattered. He’s murmuring absolute filth into your ear as he feels you cum around his throbbing cock.

“Yeahhh, that’s it Pips. Gonna carry Gege’s baby? Gonna have ya all round n’ full of me. Gonna feel soooo nice and tight around me after I pump ya full of my kid. F-fuck I love ya-ngh!” He buries his face into your neck with sloppy kisses as his swollen balls tense up and pump load after load into your quivering pussy.

You don’t trust yourself to walk, and neither does Caleb when your feet touch the ground again. He’s giving you smooch after smooch as he pulls back up your panties, but not before giving your sloppy pussy a few pats for a job well-done over soaked panties.

But damn, poor Gideon only wanted his suit jacket and got free trauma for life!

[diaryofagirlfailure]

♡┆caleb with a shy gf!

Just thinking about Caleb with an extremely shy gf. Nobody really expected you two to end up together, after all, you barely intereacted with him, even acting awkwardly to him each time he tried to make you laugh. So, why would they even think that you two would become a thing? But of course they know nothing about neither of you.

Cause yeah, you may be extremely shy when in front of new people, but you're the funniest person he has ever met, plus you're so funny to tease! He loves making fun of you, pressing his arm on top of your head as if you were just a place to rest on, adding to it by grinning and saying something along the lines of: "Oh, I didn't see you there, with you being that small, and all." It doesn't even matter if you're the same height as him, or maybe even taller, cause he will always find some way to tease you, either by messing around with you, even running with your stuff on his hands basically forcing you to chase him around as if you two were still children.

The thing is, something has been bothering Caleb since you two got together. That is how other people have started to notice you, not that he didn't like the fact that others finally noticed you were the cutest in the world, but it just didn't sit right with him for the fact that they just started to pay attention to you after you two started to go out. Suddenly, all girls, even those that had been laughing at the way you spoke in public, wanted to be your friends, asking you to hang out with them after uni, perhaps with the hope of seeing Caleb to pick you up. At the same time, a lot of the boys started to stick to you as a way to try to get to him, either to become friends or just as a way to prove that Caleb wasn't even that hot, that they could easily get to steal his gf with little to no effort. Not like he doubted you, of course, yeah, people knew you were shy, but that didn't mean you weren't able to guess the intentions behind them, simply acting as if you were feeling embarrased as you escaped from those situations.

But you know what's the funniest thing about this whole situation? That you two absolutely complement each other. It may be subtle for most of your friends, but you two notice them. From the way you two completed each other sentences, to how you both started to enjoy the hobbies of the other. This conection was just that strong, even to the point in which your bodies kind of "clicked" when together. Your head perfectly matching as you rested against his shoulder as he kept talking, his hand interlinked with your fingers, caressing them while you two saw a film... The way he hugged you from behind as you two prepared something to eat, the fresh scent that emanated from him making you feel protected...

What you don't know is how Caleb keeps trying so hard to play it cool. He loves you, of course he lets you know that, but he just can't help but feel a bit shy when you put your head against his chest, his heart rate quickening despite how hard he's trying to act tough, but gosh, he can feel his ears starting to burn up each time you give him a peck on his cheek, having to run to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water to stop his face from heating up. He just, he just loves you, ok? And he hates how you put that expression, the one that let's him know that you clearly know what you make him feel each time you do it, specially when his friends are around cause he just know they will mess with him and he just can't deny it cause he's just that in love with you.

a/n: kind of inspired on my bf cause he's just that pookie... I have so many things in mind but I'm so lazy for writing it cause now I feel as if I can't really write properly...

[sugarplumpearl]

Fraternity member!Caleb x innocent!reader

Warnings: mean!caleb, degradation, dubcon, reader is described as having glasses, nerdy!reader, innocent!reader, crybaby!reader, tummy bulge, pnv, squirting, spitting, piss kink?, lemme know if i missed anything

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Your glasses were foggy and with every breath pushed out by the cock bullying your cervix, you had to swallow the lump in your throat. Though your tears blurred your vision, you didn’t need to see to know large hands were caressing your bare thighs.

You felt hands cup the back of your knees before they were pushed against your chest, baring your sopping cunt to the gluttonous eyes of the fraternity member. Your folds were puffy and glistened under the light of the desk lamp in Caleb’s bedroom.

Caleb relished the sight.

Not only a nerd, but the epitome of a good girl, here you were in his bed with your legs wide open. Granted, he had coerced you into giving him what he wanted and shoved his broad form between them to prevent you from hiding your cunt away from him. If he didn’t know any better, he would think you weren’t a virgin by the way your pussy greedily sucked in his cock.

Your whines and cries as he speared you open would forever be burned into his memory. The sounds you made were too sweet to forget.

There was no way you could look him in the eye, too afraid you’d see your tear-stained face reflected to you in his pretty amethyst-colored eyes. You could only turn your face to the side, your glasses digging into your skin as they had become skewed. Besides the condensation forming on the glass, your tears clouded your vision which you were suddenly thankful for.

“Holy fuck, honey. You’re taking my cock like a champ. Not even the campus slut felt this good. Keep slipping out the whole time cause she was so damn loose.”

Your hands would’ve covered your face, if they hadn’t been tied up with the chains he wore daily. You were mortified by the words coming from his mouth. If he had no problem taking bad about someone in his friend group, you couldn’t imagine what he’d tell others about you. You should’ve stayed at the library. You shouldn’t have agreed to study at his place.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” His order was sudden, catching you off guard.

You let out a whine, too embarrassed and ashamed to look him in the eye. Though you didn't have a clue as to why he was asking that of you, there was no way you could do what you were being told.

At your lack of obedience, Caleb felt a surge of anger, his cheek twitching in response.

Had it been any other girl ignoring his command, they would’ve been flipped onto their hands and knees before receiving a rough fucking. He wouldn’t even care if they came or not. His only worry was about spilling into the condom. After he did, he’d leave them alone in whatever room in the fraternity house they had slipped into.

But he couldn’t bring himself to treat you that way.

The sweet loner girl from his human anatomy class. The girl who worried about arriving to class on time and making sure her notes were a perfect copy of the day’s lecture.

Still, it didn't mean he couldn’t get what he wanted by the use of a little pain.

Leaning over your trembling frame, he nuzzled the underside of your tit before trailing up and biting onto the hardened bud. Your hips bucked as a yelp came from your bruised lips.

“Do as I say or I’ll keep playing with your nips until they’re bruised and swollen. You’ll have to walk around campus with your tits out. Might even keep you locked away so that no one can see what’s mine.” His fingers dug into the flesh of your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Be a good girl and stick your tongue out. Now.”

Your bottom lip wobbled before you did as you were told. Your actions were hesitant, completely unsure of the reason behind what was about to happen.

A grin broke across his face. Without hesitation, he made sure you wouldn’t be able to close your mouth before his warm spit met your tongue.

Your eyes widened. You tried to pull your face free from his hold, but he wouldn’t budge. The taste of your cunt from when he ate you out earlier lingered.

The saliva that had gathered inside your mouth escaped through the corners of your lips when he forced your mouth closed. The warm liquid stained the skin of your chin and neck.

“Swallow.”

You grimaced at the request, but did as you were told.

Though frightened and caught off guard, the warmth in your belly was growing, aided by his thrusting hips. For the first time in your life, you were experiencing something you had only read about in the dirty books you kept hidden from prying eyes. You would be lying if you said Caleb wasn’t making you feel good.

As his hips slowed down, the pace now a smooth gyration so that you felt his thickness stretch you, the mushroom tip kissed your cervix. When a hand came to press down on the bulge showing through the skin of your tummy, your body jerked as you nearly sat up.

The multiple cups of juice he had you drink during your study session under the guise of being a welcoming host, the weight of his hand on your belly, plus the pressure of his dick inside of you had a familiar full feeling erupting from deep within.

“S-stop…” You said, your request long ignored as the thumb from the hand resting on your tummy stretched down to play with your clit. “Caleb, p-please.”

A groan came from the male before you, his jaw flexing as your cunt squeezed his dick. When his eyes found yours, he noted a hint of nervousness. From how your gummy walls held onto him, he had an idea what was causing this sudden apprehension.

“What’s the matter, pips?”

“P-p-please…” You whispered, fear overcoming your pretty features. “I’m gonna p-pee.”

“Ah shit, y-you’re just the cutest thing, honey.” He replied, fixing your glasses so that they sat perfectly on your nose. He caught you off guard by pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “Come here, sweets.”

He brought your arms over his head, your clasped hands resting on the back of his neck, before he sat up, bringing you with him and settling your weight on his thick thighs. This allowed his cock to reach further inside you.

“Go ahead and make a mess all over me like an untrained pup in heat. I don’t mind.”

Continuing his ministration from before, you clung to him, crying as your cunt quivered and clenched around him. He could feel your walls spasming as you came, thighs trembling from the mere force being exerted as your slick shot out from around his length. He could feel your tears land on the heated skin of his neck.

He followed shortly after, his cum settling deep in your cunt. What couldn’t fit inside of you spilled out onto Caleb and his once neat bedsheets.

With your face tucked against his sweaty neck, he held you, one hand on the back of your head while the other caressed the expanse of your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, too embarrassed about what had just happened between the two of you.

“Good girl…knew you would do as you’re told. Seems like you just need some roughening up, don’t cha?”

Feel like this is all over the place but oh well

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being vampire Sylus significant other.

Imagine he never said he was a vampire. But he also never lied.

Imagine there were nights, far too many where he was awake beside you long after dawn threatened the sky. His touch was always cold, his pulse faint as if he belonged to another time. Sometimes, half-asleep, you would run your fingertips over the vein beneath his wrist, looking for a heartbeat that answered yours.

Imagine most of the time, you convinced yourself you had simply missed it. He let you believe that. Not because he wanted to deceive you, but because there are truths that feel heavier when spoken aloud. And maybe, just maybe, he was afraid of the way saying them would make everything real.

Imagine he loved you gently. Not all at once. Not the way stories insist love should happen. It was slower. Hesitant. As if he were afraid you might vanish the moment he stopped holding his breath.

Imagine there were days he looked at you as if remembering something and someone he had lost long ago. Sometimes his gaze lingered too long. Sometimes his silence stretched too far. And still he chose to love you in the present, not the memory. Eventually, you stopped wondering whether you were enough. You simply believed him.

Imagine then she appeared. MC.

Imagine the name meant nothing to you. But everything to him. You saw it the instant his eyes found he, a recognition that didn't belong in this lifetime. Something old. Something aching. Something he could not help. He went still. Just for a moment. It was small, so small anyone else might've missed it. But you had spent too many nights memorizing the lines of his face not to notice when one of them trembled.

Imagine the way he tried to pretend. He tried so hard. The avoidant glances. The careful distance. The way his voice tightened, as if speaking too kindly to her might betray something he was desperately holding back. But there are moments the body remembers even when the heart refuses to.

and Imagine you saw it. All of it. And you stayed silent because love, sometimes, demands silence.

Imagine, at night you watched him sleep. Or rather, you watched him pretend. He was too still. Too quiet. As if his body remembered death even while his soul tried to imitate life.

and Imagine you wondered who he dreamed of. You told yourself it didn't matter. You told yourself hatred would make this easier. But you didn't hate him. You loved him. That was the problem.

Imagine MC was kind. Painfully so. She apologized for things she couldn't understand. She stepped back whenever she noticed him struggling to breathe around her presence. She looked like someone trying very hard not to be the center of a story she didn't ask to be in.

Imagine the truth was you could have been friends. In another world. But in this one, you could not bear to take anything else from her. Not even her confusion.

Imagine the breaking point was quiet. MC staggered once, a wince crossing her face, old memories returning like ghosts. Sylus reacted instantly. He moved before thought and reason, hands steady, voice soft, every word soaked in concern he could not disguise.

Imagine the way you stood there, frozen in a moment that wasn't meant to belong to you. Watching him take care of her hurt more than anything he had ever said. Because he had said nothing at all. Silence can be sharper than any blade. That was when something inside you quietly cracked. Not loudly, no dramatic break. Just a soft, irreparable fracture near the heart. A place you knew would never heal the same way again.

Imagine you left at night. Not because you were angry but because staying would have forced him to choose.

Imagine you did not want to be chosen out of guilt. You did not want to win out of pity. You found him in the doorway, eyes searching for answers you would never give. "If you wanted me." You said quietly. "You wouldn't have considered her at all."

Imagine you didn't cry. Your voice didn't even tremble. That was the most painful part. You walked away before he could speak because you knew if he asked you to stay, you would have. Because love is cruel like that.

Imagine the way he thought you left because he was complicated. Because he was torn. Because he couldn't choose fast enough. He never realized you had been choosing him from the moment he looked at her and his eyes softened with memories that were never yours. He thought you were giving up on him. You thought you were freeing him. Both of you were wrong in the most tragic way.

but Imagine the truth was that Sylus does not love MC anymore.

and Imagine that love belonged to a past life, ruined by time and death and fate. What he felt now was guilt. Guilt so heavy he could barely look at himself. And the saddest part, the part he will never forgive himself for, was the quiet, selfish wish that she had never returned at all. Because she carried memories that should have belonged to you. And he was tired of losing the person he loved to someone he was supposed to love.

Imagine when you left, he didn't follow. Not because he didn't want to but because guilt chained his feet to the floor.

Imagine he told himself he didn't deserve to run after you. He told himself you were happier without him. He told himself he had destroyed you just by loving you. He watched the door close. And that was how he realized that immortality meant nothing when the person who made eternity bearable no longer wanted to stay.

Imagine the way he never got to tell you. That he would've chosen you, every time. That destiny was nothing compared to love. That you were not the reincarnation he once longed for, but the living heart he had waited centuries to become human beside.

Imagine in the end, you thought you were doing him a kindness. He thought you were abandoning him. Both of you broke for the other. Neither of you understood you had been choosing each other all along. Just… Too late.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being prince! Caleb arranged marriage spouse.

Imagine you were not meant to be part of his story. That was the truth you learned the day your engagement was announced. When the palace bells rang too loudly, when the court smiled too widely, and when Caleb looked at you with eyes already full of someone else.

Imagine the way he told you on the morning of your wedding, not cruelly. Not dramatically. Just… Honestly. "My heart already belongs to another." You remember how still you felt. How calm. How something in you settled, as if you had already known long before he said it out loud.

Imagine you loved him anyway. Loved him the moment you first saw him at that ball five years ago, crowned in gold and light, laughter easy on his lips, eyes sharp but kind. Had you known then that his heart was promised, that his soul was already entwined with his childhood sweetheart, you would have looked away.

but Imagine love does not ask permission. And regret does not undo what has already rooted itself inside you.

so Imagine you made a choice. That you would never reach for what was never yours. You stood where you were placed, at his side when the court watched, a step behind when they didn't. You smiled when required, spoke when necessary, and vanished quietly whenever he sought her. You learned the art of absence. Learned how to be present without being intrusive.

Imagine you told yourself you were the villain in their fairytale. The foreign noble who arrived too late. The political necessity. The obstacle no one asked for. And perhaps that was true. But you were also necessary.

because Imagine your marriage secured alliances, calmed borders, strengthened his claim to the throne. You were not loved, but you were needed. And Caleb, for all his honesty, could never deny that.

Imagine at first, he was cold. Not unkind. Just distant. Careful. He made sure you understood that nothing would ever change. That no vow, no title, no shared bed would ever make him look at you the way he looked at her. He said it plainly, as if repeating it often enough would make it kinder. And you accepted it.

because Imagine even then, in a way that hurt to admit, you were still his. Not his heart. Not his first choice. But his spouse. By law. By duty. By fate's cruel sense of timing.

Imagine the way something shifted. Not love. Not yet. Trust.

Imagine you had became the person he turned to when council meetings stretched too long, when letters from the capital soured his mood, when sleepless nights drove him back to his study. You listened. You advised. You fought beside him, politically, strategically, silently.

Imagine the way he stopped treating you like a stranger. He started treating you like an ally.

Imagine you rode with him once a month, horses thundering side by side through open fields where titles meant nothing. You sat through weekly councils, speaking only when your voice would matter. You shared late night conversations, candles burning low as the world slept outside his chambers.

Imagine he was still careful. Still guarded. But warmer. And that frightened you more than his coldness ever did.

Imagine then you met her, MC. She was everything the stories promised. Kind. Elegant. Beautiful in a way that did not demand attention but received it anyway. She smiled at you gently, spoke to you politely, and loved Caleb with a sincerity that was impossible to resent.

Imagine you understood him then. Truly. And you understood why the world saw you as the other woman, even when you had never once tried to be. But sometimes, you caught something in her eyes. A flicker. Resentment. Envy. You never understood it. Because she had his heart. Entirely. What more could she fear?

Imagine you never crossed the line. Even when she paired you together. Even when the court whispered. Even when your own feelings grew heavier with each passing day. You saw how she looked at him. And how he looked back. You understood then why the court whispered about you like you were something shameful. And if you had been in their place, you would have whispered too.

so Imagine you never crossed the line. Even when Caleb began to rely on you. Even when he started coming to you first, not to confess love, but to confess exhaustion. Doubt. Anger he couldn't voice anywhere else. You listened. You advised. You stayed up late with him in his study, pretending not to notice how comfortable he had become with you.

Imagine you knew he still loved her. That was the rule. And rules mattered to him. And you were afraid of misreading it. So you stood still. Not moving forward. Not stepping back. Just existing between what was allowed and what was impossible.

then Imagine, the rebellion came. Fire and steel and betrayal in the dead of night. Plans scattered. Screams echoing through stone corridors. You stood with his vassals, mapping strategies, relaying orders until the message arrived like a blade to the chest.

Imagine MC had been taken. A bargaining piece. A demand for his surrender. You went with him without hesitation. A fighter, a hunter, a necessity, just like always.

Imagine you don't notice the blood at first. You notice the heat in your forearms, the way your muscles are burning so hard it feels like something is tearing inside them. You notice how your fingers don't quite feel like they belong to you anymore, how the stone beneath your hands is slick in a way it wasn't seconds ago.

Imagine, MC's body is heavy. Heavier than you expect. Unconscious bodies always are. They don't help. They don't brace. They don't understand when you shift your grip and whisper under your breath, please, please, like the cliff might listen.

Imagine the way your chest aches. Each breath scrapes shallow and sharp, like your lungs can't quite expand all the way. Your arms are shaking now, not the kind of trembling you can fight, but the small, betraying kind that means your strength is already running out.

Imaginr if you let go, even for a heartbeat, you'll both fall. So you press your fingers harder into the rock. Your skin gives way. You feel it split, feel warmth smear beneath your palms, but pain barely registers anymore. Pain is distant. Secondary. Keeping her from slipping isn't.

Imagine the way hou hear the battle behind you, steel striking steel, men shouting, someone screaming a name that doesn't matter. None of it feels real. The only real thing is the edge digging into your ribs and the weight dragging you forward, inch by inch.

then Imagine came the footsteps. Fast. Uneven. Caleb.

Imagine the way he drops beside you so hard the ground shifts beneath his knees. For one small, shameful moment, relief floods your body so violently your grip almost fails right then. He looks ruined, cheeks smeared with blood and dirt, hair stuck to his face with sweat, one eye swelling shut. His clothes are torn like he barely survived getting here at all.

"You- Don't move." He says, breathless. His voice cracks. "I've got you." You shake your head. Not because you're brave. Because you know your limits. "She's slipping." You say, and your voice comes out wrong, too calm, too steady, like it belongs to someone already resigned. "Take her first."

Imagine the way his eyes flick from your face to MC's limp body. He hesitates. It was barely a second. But your body feels everything. The weight shifts. MC's body pulls harder. Your fingers slide just a fraction, skin screaming as the rock grinds deeper into raw flesh. Your arms spasm violently now, a sharp jolt of pain tearing through your shoulders.

Imagine your vision blurs at the edges. You don't have much time left. "Please." You whisper. Its not a plea to be saved. It's an admission. He swears and lunges for her, hauling with everything he has. MC's body scrapes against the cliff, fabric tearing, her head lolling uselessly. For a terrible second you think she'll slip back down, that this will all be for nothing, then the weight leaves your arm.

and Imagine so suddenly your body jolts forward, chest slamming into the edge as your grip almost gives out entirely. Black spots burst across your vision. She's up. She's breathing. That relief is so intense it makes you dizzy. And that's when your fingers finally fail.

Imagine it was not dramatic. They don't just open. They slide. Slow, horrifying inches as blood and sweat betray you, as skin meets smooth stone and finds nothing to hold onto. Your heart stutters painfully in your chest.

and Imagine Caleb turns back immediately. He doesn't think. Doesn't hesitate. He just reaches. His hand closes around your wrist, warm, solid, familiar in a way that makes your throat tighten painfully. His grip is strong, desperate, anchoring.

"I've got you." He says again, louder now. Panicked. Fractured. Like he's trying to convince himself as much as you. For a moment, you’re suspended. Not falling. Not safe.

Imagine you were just hanging there, your entire body screaming, your arms numb and burning all at once. Your wrist throbs where he holds you, pain and comfort tangled together so tightly you can't tell them apart.

Imagine the way your body reacts before your mind can stop it. You relax. Just a little. Because it's him. Because you've trusted him for years. Because your body remembers safety in his hands, even when your heart knows better.

and Imagine in that tiny, fatal release, you understand something with terrible clarity. If he pulls you up, nothing will ever be the same. You will live. And keep standing between him and the life he thinks he owes someone else. You will keep loving him quietly, painfully, invisibly.

Imagine you look up at him. Really look. His face is twisted with fear, eyes wide and raw in a way you've never seen before, like something precious is slipping away and he's only just realized what it was worth.

and Imagine instead of panic, something inside you goes still. Calm settles over you, heavy and final. You smile. Not bravely. Not reassuringly. Content. Like someone finally laying down a weight they’ve been carrying for far too long. Like someone who has already made peace with the ending.

Imagine you don't want him to remember you begging. You don't want him to remember you terrified. You want him to remember this. That you were okay. That you chose this. That you let him go. "It's okay." You tell him softly, your voice barely audible over the wind. "You don't have to choose."

then Imagine there was a sudden, sharp sound, wet and wrong. His arm jerks violently. You feel it immediately, the way his grip spasms, the way his fingers lose strength without his permission. You see his face change, pain flashing through it, horror following close behind.

Imagine his hand slips. And then there is nothing beneath you. The air rushes up to meet you, cold and violent, tearing the breath from your lungs as your stomach drops. The cliff pulls away above you, shrinking rapidly.

Imagine the way time stretches. You see everything. The way his eyes widen impossibly. The way his mouth opens around your name. The way shock, fear, regret, and realization crash over his face all at once.

and Imagine, you keep smiling. Because this is the last thing you can give him. Because if he remembers you like this, calm, accepting, already letting him go. Then maybe he won't chase you into the dark.

so Imagine as the wind roars past your ears. The water rises fast. And then nothing at all.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

:I miss PH, but I do enjoy TH :((((( I'm so sad and suffering nowadays so I shall share my pain with you guys, sorry. I have a morning shift tom.

: this started with me daydreaming the cliff scene otw to OJT at 4am in the morning and this has been on my mind the whole day :/// PS. Sleepy as fuck so apologies if it's quite messed up.

[pencintaapelll]

Caleb psycho AU, well kinda like Hannibal (caleb as psycho mc as his psychologist who study him)

[bibbysstuff]

She puts the "Joy" in his "ride"

[chuluoyi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

- caleb x reader

they did say not to mess with a man in uniform. your husband is loving and always gives in when it comes to you... but until when will you believe he is always the kindhearted boy from your childhood and will hesitate to lay claim on what's his?

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—possessive & protective!caleb, fluff, explicit smut, fingering, rough sex, fluff again, overall very self-indulgent, taking elements from caleb's secret times verdant wetlands

note: *takes a deep breath* the very idea of doing that in his uniform... that sex tape verdant wetlands... is so unhealthy for me asdfhgkl jp dub caleb is just built different :')

“Execute him.”

Farspace Fleet is a filthy business—and the deeper Caleb was pulled into it, the darker his mood became with each passing day.

His eyes gleamed in the light as he coldly stared at the mole who shook like a leaf at his order. “You sealed your own fate the day you decided to cross the Fleet.”

“Nooo—!”

The plea was cut short as guards seized the man by the arms, hauling him away. His screams echoed down the corridor, growing fainter with every step until only silence remained.

Caleb didn’t even flinch. Mercy is a liability, hesitation a death sentence— such was the rhythm of his existence here.

Just as he turned to leave, a sharp ringtone tore through the silence. He paused, reached into his pocket for his phone—and there it was, your name glowing on the screen. He answered immediately.

“Caleb! I’m here~!”

Ah. Just like that, the frost in his gaze melted. And he remembered.

To protect you— this was the path he had chosen.

In this holiday season, the two of you were staying in Skyhaven.

You had an entire week off for New Year’s and did your best to keep yourself busy—baking, cooking, even catching up on the latest fashion. But it wasn’t enough. You were becoming lonely, and you lamented how Caleb wasn’t given the same courtesy for New Year.

So you resorted to the next best thing to chase away your boredom—paying a visit to your husband at the Fleet’s headquarters.

The building loomed cold and imposing as ever, all steel and glass, utterly indifferent to the holidays. You were directed to the lobby to wait—

“That’s her… The colonel’s wife...”

And it didn't take long until you became the object of their newest chatter.

Hushed conversations, eyes flicking your way... You pretended not to notice, gaze fixed on your phone. Being Caleb’s wife meant not blending into the background—especially in the heart of the Fleet, where his name carried authority and fear in equal measure.

There was a certain pride and satisfaction in this though. You savored the attention as you crossed your legs, the hem of your sundress fluttering with the movement. The whispers didn’t stop— if anything, they grew more animated, even as you sat unbothered and unapologetic.

“Y/N.”

You only looked up when you heard the familiar light tone. Caleb stepped into the hallway, tucking his hat away as his gaze found you—

You beamed at him with the brightest smile, sauntering towards him in hurry. “Caleb!”

You failed to notice it, but just as quickly, his expression shifted. He frowned, fixed on your outfit. A cardigan over flowy, sleeveless sundress—overall baring far too much skin. He’d loved it on you, the way it wrapped your body was just perfect.

But here? Too revealing. What were you thinking?

“Have you had lunch yet?” you queried, lifting the lunchbox you’d packed. “If not, then let’s eat together!”

Caleb slipped an arm around your back, deliberately pulling you closer as he cast a pointed glance at the subordinates who had been watching the two of you.

“Yeah,” he said coolly. “Let’s eat in my office.”

You caught the coldness in his voice then, but brushed it off, never thinking it would amount to much.

“Look—look!” You waved your phone excitedly in front of your husband’s face. “Do I look good in this? I want to buy it because of the cutting, but I’m not sure if—”

Caleb watched you with quiet amusement, leaning back in his chair as he munched on the apple you’d packed for him. He smiled, eyes warm, clearly adoring the way you rambled on, brows furrowed in earnest concentration over something so trivial.

It felt almost out of place, this domestic little moment unfolding in his bleak office. In this uniform, he was usually issuing orders, deciding fates, plotting his next move—not listening to you debate dress designs.

Your husband chuckled under his breath as he ruffled your hair. “If you can’t even pick a dress, how do you plan on surviving out there?”

You pursed your lips. “Hey! I’m telling you, I’m a very capable hunter on the field!” you protested, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I just earned a recognition recently, thank you very much!”

“Hmm? Is that so?” Caleb scooted closer to you, his amethyst-like eyes twinkled. “My cute wife got an award… then we should celebrate properly.”

"Yes, yes~! I want to eat at that new hotpot restaurant!"

He laughed softly, shaking his head as he rose from his chair. “I’ll be right back,” he said, heading for the restroom. And as the door shut behind him, his mind was already made up.

Hotpot was fine. But you deserved more than that.

By the time he washed his hands, he’d already decided—he’d take you somewhere fancy. Somewhere worthy of celebrating you. He would make the reservation, find you a little gift too to commemorate and—

“Such a sweet little thing… isn’t she, Colonel?”

Caleb stilled.

The voice came from behind him, smooth and unmistakably familiar. He lifted his gaze to the mirror, meeting the reflection of the man he least wanted to see—Professor Lucius, wearing that infuriatingly relaxed smile.

“Your wife, I mean,” he added, as if trying to mock him.

Whatever ease he’d carried moments before was gone, replaced by the guarded edge befitting the Farspace Colonel. Caleb's posture shifted at once, shoulders squaring, jaw clenching.

“Watch your words,” he said evenly, turning to face him.

The Ever researcher only chuckled, eyes gleaming with provocation. “Relax. I’m merely observing. Hard not to notice someone like her in a place like this.”

“She’s off-limits. In every sense. We had a deal.”

The smile on his enemy’s face widened. “If you said so, Colonel,” he drawled in an implication of mocking his title. “I’d hate for anything to befall her pretty face too.”

No storms should ever touch your life. That was the principle Caleb had always lived by. The politics, the blood on his hands—those were burdens he chose to carry alone. You were never meant to be part of that world.

He had drawn that line long before the day he married you.

But the world was cruel—especially to him. His knuckles tightened as the man leaned in, voice a whisper against his ear:

“Just be careful, Caleb. You have far more to lose now than you ever did before.”

. . .

When your husband returned from the restroom, his posture was stiff—yet you were still all smiles.

“Caleb, I found it!” you turned to him with a wide grin. “The hotpot place is just a few miles away from our condo—”

But unlike you, Caleb just stared at you in complete silence. His gaze on you darkened, heavy and unreadable, as a forlornness flickered beneath his violet eyes.

You blinked, unsettled by the sudden shift. “Caleb…? What’s wrong—”

His next word cut through you without warning.

“Leave.”

“Huh?”

“Go back home. I’ll see you when I return later.”

The words stung and didn’t register at first. “What? Why?” You frowned, instinctively reaching for his sleeve. “Caleb, you’re being weird. Did something happen?”

He remained quiet, and it made you even more agitated and irritated all of a sudden. You grabbed him, forcing him to face you. “Caleb—!”

That was when he moved.

One hand grasping your waist, the other lifted your chin without hesitation. His lips then crashed against yours—brief, commanding, stealing the air from your lungs and every protest from your tongue.

“Mmmph!” The kiss burned with urgency, a wordless demand rather than comfort. His hands then ran up and down your back, slipping inside your revealing dress, hot against your skin. You gasped, clutching the chain on his uniform as your breaths mingled together.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. “Please,” he said quietly, voice rough. “Go home. For me.”

Your resistance wavered. Heart lurching and racing, breath shallow, you felt the way his hands held you—reluctant, aching—as if sending you away cost him more than he was willing to admit.

Something happened and sooner or later, you had find out what it was.

It was well past midnight when Caleb finally returned home.

He was exhausted, and the last thing he expected was to find you curled up on the sofa, fast asleep—far too lightly dressed for January’s cold.

For a long moment, he simply watched. The slow rise and fall of your chest. The way your hair spilled messily against the cushion. How utterly unguarded you looked in the safety of his home. The soft purple nightgown clung to you, its hem hitched up just enough to reveal your knees.

Caleb grunted, realizing how it was too similar to the sundress you’d worn earlier. Too tempting.

Dangerous thoughts stirred, unwanted and unbidden—his gaze lingering longer on your bare skin than it should. He clenched his jaw, keeping his breath even.

You were too precious. Treasured. Something the world had no right to touch roughly.

And yet—

Desire curled low and insistent, restrained but unmistakably alive. He wants you—your warmth, your softness, the closeness he so often denied himself in the name of restraint.

Caleb turned away with a slow exhale. Apparently, protecting you from himself was another kind of challenge.

“Y/N… why are you sleeping out here?” His voice was low as he finally reached for you, brushing your arm gently. “Hey…”

You stirred faintly, a soft sound leaving you. With a quiet sigh, Caleb decided to carry you to the bedroom instead. He slid one arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back—

And froze.

His gaze caught on the loosened buttons of your nightgown, the fabric parted just enough to reveal the swell of your breasts... Why on earth aren't you wearing bra at all…?

His throat tightened.

“Caleb…?” you murmured drowsily, lashes fluttering as you shifted against him, utterly unaware of the storm raging beneath his calm exterior.

He swallowed, jaw tensing as he forced his eyes away, but the damage was done. Your weight in his arms, the heat of your body, the sight of you—it all struck at once.

Your hand reached out to his chest, clawing his uniform. "You just came back?"

And lord, the way you yawned, bleary-eyed and soft—

He wants to see that precious face of yours contort in pleasure he brings you.

He wants to ruin you.

The image of earlier that day flashed through his mind—his subordinates’ eyes lingering where they shouldn’t have. The thought burned.

Before you could fully register what was happening, you stirred—and suddenly you were upright, settling onto his lap. The movement startled you awake that you nearly yelped, hands gripping his shoulders as your eyes flew open.

“Caleb…?” you murmured. “Wha—”

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he murmured against your ear, husky and accusing. “Do you really think I can’t tell what you’re thinking?”

His eyes, the violet ones you had adored so much, seemed to shine with a gleam you'd usually see during your nightly wonders.

Ah... so this trick works after all. Your husband had always seen through every scheme you tried to pull.

You couldn’t deny it—being awoken by a husband who’d just come home was one thing, but being awoken by a husband wanting a thirst was something else entirely.

Caleb's pensive gaze on you made your heart skip a beat. “Open up.”

“Uh…?”

“Your legs.”

But you were a touch too slow, and his hand slipped between your legs, tugging at your panties. You gasped, feeling his cool fingers feeling your entrance.

“C-Caleb…” you stuttered at the ticklish sensation. “You...”

“What?” A roguish smirk curved his lips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His voice dropped. “From day to night… you did all of this on purpose, just to get to me.”

You felt yourself getting warmer, and the coil in your lower belly had started to burn. Your husband's eyes twinkled at your agitated response, and then he started his play.

He kissed you slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head to draw you closer, while the other still pecking the space between your thighs, trying to make you wetter and wetter.

“Mmm...” You sucked his dry lips, clinging to his neck. Dazed, you watched his Fleet uniform wrinkle beneath your grip, and it somehow turned you on even further.

You were gradually losing to the heat when suddenly his two thick fingers slid in at once, slowly and deeply, curling inside your sticky folds— making you cry out.

“Oh? What is this?” Caleb broke the kiss and sneered. “Surprised now, are we?”

You barely had time to breathe when he pushed deeper again. You glared up at him, “C-Caleb... you're so foul...”

“Foul, hmm? What's foul is you showing off yourself for everyone to see.”

His fingers started dragging in and out of you relentlessly, drawing moans from your throat as your hips bucking helplessly. The sensation left you breathless, unconsciously grinding against his fingers.

“Ahh... Mmm, ah!”

Watching you fall apart under his touch only fueled him further. You were totally trying to restrain yourself, and it wouldn't do you good.

And so, on his whim, he picked up the pace, and you threw your head back, a scream finally slipped from your lips.

“Yeah... just like that...”

Your thoughts scattered in an instant the moment you let yourself drown in the heat of his fingers scissoring you. You mewled nastily, fingers digging into his neck as you tried to pull him closer, closer—

“A-are you in a bad mood—ngh—” your back arched sharply, “—because o-of... the Fleet?”

“Ha...” Caleb scoffed softly. “Do you really have the energy to think about them still?”

His eyes locked onto yours, that slow, dangerous smirk returning.

“Right now,” he said quietly, “the only one under the colonel’s command… is you.”

Afterwards, incoherent moans came out of you in breathless babbles. His fingers were merciless, driving you to tears—

And then, your climax hit you hard, his name tumbling from your lips as your whole body shook, cumming all over his fingers.

“Ah... aah...” You were helpless against him, feeling the knot inside you finally melted, legs parted even apart. His fingers then pulled out of you, glistening with the evidence of your release.

“Good girl…” he murmured, bringing them to your lips, smearing the juice there in a slow stroke. Your eyes widened at the vulgarity of this very act.

Yet even then, your husband wasn’t done. Before you could even catch your breath, he pushed his pants aside, intent clear in his darkened gaze.

“Get on top. Let me see you better.”

You obeyed like a dutiful wife you were, yielding as he guided you down onto him. He proceeded to bury himself inside you, and your breath broke into uneven gasps, body trembling as you struggled to take every inch of him.

He was still in his uniform, stretched beneath you now, looking up at you with raw, unrestrained lust burning in his eyes.

“So damn pretty...” he breathed, gazing at you as if you were a wonder. A wanton who is his wife... flushed cheeks, clouded eyes, the bulge right where your flesh joined together...

His tone shifted, low and unmistakable as he issued his order:

“Now... move.”

Again, like a puppet on strings, you yielded to his will. Your movements were slow at first, your breath catching as you rolled your hips against him. Each motion drew a quiet hiss from your lips.

Caleb watched you closely, eyes darkening with every hesitant movement, every small sound you made. This won't do, he thought, even more so when your pace faltered, pleasure stealing your control.

“That’s enough.”

In one decisive motion, he shifted you, turning the tables with effortless strength. Suddenly he was above you, braced and steady, taking control completely.

His gaze locked onto yours, intense and unyielding, as he set the rhythm himself. And damn, he set it fast.

“C-Caleb… please…!” Your voice broke, tears slipping free as the pressure inside you began again, tight and merciless. You were spent, overstimulated, yet your body still arched helplessly with every movement, betraying you all over again.

He didn’t slow. Didn’t soften. Instead, his hand came up, fingers firm at your jaw, forcing your attention back to him.

“Answer me,” he said, voice low and absolute. “Who is the colonel?”

The question left you reeling, but then you screamed when he hit that one spot inside you.

“Y-you…” you sobbed, breath shaking.

His eyes narrowed. “Who?”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The pace didn't relent. If anything, it sharpened, deliberate and punishing, as if he were wringing the truth from you one heartbeat at a time.

You could barely think—only feel him, how overwhelming and inescapable he was, until the answer was the only thing left in your mind.

“Caleb…! I-it’s you!”

The moment you said it, something in him snapped. A low, broken sound left his throat as he penetrated you harder, deeper—

“A-aah...!”

Your body trembled violently in response as you chanted his name. Your second release followed and it was cresting too high, too fast—white-hot and all-consuming. The world blurred at the edges as your strength gave out, your thoughts dissolving into darkness as Caleb filled you full with everything that he was.

There was this indescribable sense of safety in the way you clung to each other in mornings.

Caleb woke first, and the first thing he saw was you. You were nestled against him, warm and serene, as if that was where you belonged. For a moment, he just stayed still, drinking in the sight.

His chest tightened. Too precious. Mornings like this reminded him how beautiful life could be still.

Slowly, carefully, he lifted a hand and brushed a few loose strands of hair from your face. His touch was feather-light, fingertips lingering as he smoothed your hair back again, unable to resist doing it once more.

“Mm…” However, the motion made you stir, and he almost regretted it.

You shifted closer, brows furrowed faintly, before your eyes fluttered open.

“Morning,” he whispered, offering that gentle smile you had seen countless times since your childhood. Your limbs were stiff, and still hazy with sleep, you looked up at him, blinking once… twice...

Then, on the third blink, you shot him a sharp, cranky glare— “Hmph!”

—before turning away and presenting him with your back.

“Huh? Why?” Caleb frowned, caught off guard. He reached for you anyway, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you back against him—

Only for you to whimper softly. His arm froze as you curled in on yourself, one hand clutching your abdomen.

“Hey,” Caleb said at once, confusion giving way to concern. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer right away, shoulders tensing as you breathed through it.

“Cramps?” Understanding dawned, and his expression softened immediately. He adjusted his position, moving closer without pressing, one hand resting warm and steady over yours.

“Easy,” he murmured, voice low and gentle. “I’ve got you.”

Honestly, he was this close to laughing—but seeing you like this softened even his steel-hard heart into something tender and full.

Just like this. All he needed to stay sane was this.

A determined vow made a carve in his chest. He would protect you with everything he has.

“Stupid, stupid Caleb...” you grumbled under your breath, and he finally snorted, kissing your neck in adoration. “How could you be so rough with me…”

“Yeah, yeah...”

His name, his rank, his strength—none of it mattered if it meant keeping you like this. He would not allow the world, the Fleet, or anyone else to lay a finger on you.

“Don’t talk to me. I’m angry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“As punishment… you’re on bathroom-cleaning duty for the whole month!”

“Alright—”

“And laundry. Oh, and dishes too!”

“Pfft— wait, isn’t that too much...?”

Caleb grinned, his eyes crinkling despite your threats, his melodious chuckle filling the air as he tugged you closer so you couldn’t squirm away.

No matter what happens, he would be there for you, always.

And maybe, it's because... he just loves you a little more than you realize.