want my pussy and ass to be used and abused until i don't remember what empty feels like. plug and stretch me overnight, then use me in the morning. when you're busy, tie me down and use a fucking machine and vibrator until cumming feels like a punishment. when you're bored play with me however you like, whether it's a brutal fuck with your massive cock or seeing whether i can fit any item you please for your amusement. wanna be sex-crazed and cockdumb 24/7.
I think that maybe, the reason I like Caleb so much, and think about him multiple times a day everyday is because he really HAS made a big impact in my life. I don’t have the best relationship with my dad, I mean he’s always been present in the family and maybe somewhat in my life. But it’s just that, I feel like he’s never been in MY life, at least not the way I’d want him to be. He’s never cared or spoken to me the way my friends’ dads care for them. It makes me a little jealous, but then I remember why I’ve never been that close to him. He’s just too immature, he gets mad at the stupidest things, he thinks the world revolves around him. He says smth mean to any of us but when I try to defend myself or someone else after biting my tongue time and time again, he calls me disrespectful, says I’ll forget about everything my parents have done for me in the future. He says I’m going to abandon them when I’m grown.
I’m just,,, I think that maybe that’s why I drifted so much towards Caleb? I always wanted to feel cared for or loved in a healthy way by a male family member. Maybe that’s why I like the pseudocest trope in a way, it’s not even sexual. I just wanna know what it’s like for a man who’s known me for the longest time, to wipe my tears and comfort me, instead of being told to stop crying, instead of him getting mad at me for getting my feelings hurt. For a man to know me in every which way, and still choose to stay kind and by my side. At least, that’s how I perceive Caleb❤️🩹
Maybe I’m just saying all this cus I’m sick rn and need Caleb like badddd, or maybe it’s cus when I feel this weak, I can finally be honest with myself🙁
i need a fic where caleb breaks the fourth wall by not believing that mc is his lover and that his actual lover is the player so he tries to escape the game to get to you, the player.
Summary: It seems, after getting involved with these three, you can't ever be alone in their waters. It's the only place where they can have you all to themselves. You better believe they want to keep it that way.
Warnings: Obsessive & Possessive traits, Desired Imprisonment, Murder and Violence, Touchy Trio, Not canon to Monster!Twst au
You yelp at the feeling of saltwater suddenly splashing you from all sides, your boat dangerously rocking at the sudden weight. So much weight, in fact, you’re worried that attempting to row your boat would lead to its collapse. Or maybe it’s just overthinking, after all, it’s not common for 3 of the most well-known sea beasts to take on a smaller form just to talk to a human hunter.
“Not you three…”
If it is common, you hope to befriend this other human and ask if their sea monsters are just as horrible as yours.
“Quit ignorin’ us already.” Floyd’s cold, wet, clawed hand slips under your uniform, touching your side. You shiver at the contact, giving him the exact reaction he wished for, but you don’t express anymore. He pouts at you, still acting as if he doesn’t exist. You can tell he’s about to whine at you for being boring before another hand, similar to his, takes hold of the oar in your hand.
“He’s right. It’s very hurtful when you act like we’re nothing… We care for you lots.” This time, your eyes turn to your left, not rotating your head, but nonetheless focusing on him. His fingers wrap around yours, slipping under your grip to hold the paddle while still holding your hands in his. You eye him suspiciously. “Don’t you care for us?” You’re a second too late to notice the mischief in his eye, as he’s already stealing the oar from your grasp and tossing it several feet away, into the water. “Oh my… Forgive me, I didn’t mean it.”
Yes he did.
He smiles at you, a courteous smile you’d expect from a man you’re having dinner with, not a 10(?) something feet long serpent… You don’t say anything, signaling with your hands for him to fetch it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It should be, but Jade has to make everything ten times harder for you.
“Well? Go get it then?”
“Well, you don’t need to yell… It was truly an accident.” No, it wasn’t.
He pauses when you lean in, your forehead almost touching his. From afar, anyone would believe you’re about to kiss him if it weren’t for the strained smile on your lips. “If it’s an accident, go get it.”
“I’m afraid I have… what’s it called…? Ah, thalassaphobia.”
“Wha—? You live in the sea Jade—“ you’re reminded it’s not just the two of you by the way Floyd smacks his tail against the dinghy wood of the boat. The vessel rocks roughly back and forth, forcing you to flop into Floyd.
“Jade’s s’not that important… There’s more than just him here ya know.”
… He’s right. You’re reminded about the kraken that bobs up and down in the water. Once again, Floyd isn’t satisfied though, clearly annoyed that his comment had you focus on Azul instead. His sigh seems performative, loud, raspy, and slightly shouty. He wraps his arm around your waist, continuing to sigh into your body instead. You can feel his muffled groans on your side, but you pay no mind (The exact opposite of what he wants. Shrimpy’s no fun). It had Jade chuckling at the sight while Floyd claws at him from your other side.
The two serpents bicker back and forth at each other, yet you're too entranced by Azul's backside to take notice of their argument. For once, he's not suave with his persona, opting to stare distantly at the land you row(ed) for. You can hear Jade's laughs and Floyd's groans die down when you break from their possession and move to the front, touching Azul's transparent shoulder.
"You're not trying to scam me. Who are you?"
"I hope you don't think I'm so evil, I spend every waking moment thinking of how to persuade, not scam," his tentacle splits from the water and points at you, "you." You're silent for a moment.
"But you do."
"I do not."
"Jade and Floyd showed me your 300-page strategic book with over 50 ways to convince me to live with you guys."
"They what—?!" Azul's large body turns in the water, splashing water up. You would've got hit if it weren't for the fact he moved you away with a free tentacle. "You two— That was confidential!"
The two of them look at Azul, then at each other, before finally landing on you, a smile slowly creeping on their lips. Floyd whistles in amusement as Jade chuckles beneath his hand.
"We didn't do anything. I think Shrimpy got you there Azul!"
"Indeed."
...
"Ah." Azul's face is blank. So. You made a guess and ended up being completely right. Maybe you should take up fortune telling instead of monster hunting.
You can watch him slowly retreat back into the water. No doubt, so he can hide from view. Though it would be hard considering his size, and the fact that he quite literally glows if the light hits him right. But even then, he would never leave you, never. He would just linger beneath the boat as you moved towards land.
Right... Move towards land—
"What were you staring at, Azul?" You lean over the boat, vocally stopping Azul from submerging into the depths. If you were to be pushed from behind, there's no doubt you would fall into the water. Seemingly, his expression shifts, holding nothing as he looks at you.
A moment passes, and he doesn't answer, and then another, until you finally decide to sink back into the boat and let him brood,
You think you hear him say something, but it's unintelligible to human ears. It's an array of clicks and shrieks. You've heard them speak like that, but typically... It's when they're... eating...
For some reason, you think you're falling asleep. Your body falls back at the sudden exhaustion, Jade's built, glacial arm catching you before you hit wood. You can feel him pull you closer, enveloping his limbs around you in a hug as he holds you.
Why are you... tired...?
Despite your fading vision, you can see Floyd's face in your view, smiling as his clawed finger pokes your cheek. Even though he was happily playing along with his antics earlier, Jade scolds Floyd, telling him he can't touch you in this state lest you accidentally break.
You think. You don't know. You don't know...
Azul leans over the frame of the boat, his tentacles wrapping around its exterior. He brings it closer to his body, until he's face to face with you. He doesn't say anything though, looking back at the land.
"You don't truly wish to return to that prison, do you?" Wha... Prison? Your... Home...?
Your head lolls side to side with the boat, but you're conscious enough to keep up conversation.
"What are you on...?"
"That boss of yours just throws everythin' on ya, why would ya wanna go back?" Jade's finger taps against your skin, still caging you in his arms. Each tap is timed, 2 seconds between each contact. It's like he's counting down.
You watch Azul through squinted eyes. With a sigh, he ducks down, fully immersing himself in water before reappearing. He climbs onto to boat in his temporary human form, quickly spelling clothes for himself. His hair is still wet though, cold sea water dripping onto your face when he looks at you.
"My goodness, don't come too close, Azul." Jade pulls you in, his shoulder separating you two in your daze. "I'll get jealous." Azul doesn't reply, only rolling his eyes and flicking him away from you. It earns a laugh from Jade, but he remains firm in his hold on you.
You're on the verge of giving in to slumber. They can all tell. Azul takes the opportunity to leave you with his departing words.
"It's okay. We'll make sure you're not reminded of that place when you're here," he taps you're heart, like it's a promise. "When you're here, you'll be the only one on these waters. You won't want to go back to land."
Your eyes close, and all hear is splashing as the boat rocks, the vessel quickly moving through the sea.
...
You're quickly awoken by the worried screams of terror that surround you. More specifically, though, you're shaken by the sounds of urgent callings. When your eyes flicker open, you're greeted by the sight of Rollo and Jack ushering you to get up.
"What's... Going—?" You don't have the chance to finish that sentence, Jack hoisting you in his arms swiftly. For a moment, it earns protest from Rollo, but when he remembers the situation, he stops fighting.
When you finally fully open your eyes, you're greeted by the sight of flames and panic.
"Monster!"
"It's gonna kill us!"
"No...! Look! There's two more...!"
"Those...! Those three have high-ranked bounties! Augh—!"
It's when you spot co workers aimlessly running towards the threat do you finally look.
The sight of a giant tentacle and two twin serpents attacking the docks.
No ship is safe, whether big or only enough to fit only one person. It's swiftly destroyed. Crew members either fall into the water and are swallowed by the twins or are taken from their hiding spots and thrown miles away into the sea by Azul. It's a massacre.
Even boats in the sea are struck, sailing peacefully on the ocean before being cruelly overtaken by a serpent or tentacle.
You should be fighting, you really should be, but you're body is still exhausted. More importantly, you're horrified that you know these monsters on a personal level.
Jack and Rollo can easily see your distress. The former quickly sets you down, patting your head once before leaving you with Rollo.
"It's okay. I won't let them even look at you."
"No—no...! It's not that...!"
"Then what is it—" He's cut off by the way you quickly bury your head in his shoulder, your hands desperately clinging to his clothes. He doesn't speak anymore, only allowing you to hold on. It's okay, he'll make sure Crowley doesn't see you two not doing your job.
...
By the time they're done, there's not a soul left alive on that dock. In fact, there is no longer a dock, nor any debris from it. It's as if they completely erased its existence.
You shoo Rollo away. Like typical, he's hesitant, doing his three attempts of asking 'are you sure?', before finally leaving you alone.
You walk towards the water, all signs of life completely wiped, except one. You.
You and your boat are the only things left there. You think that's the cruelest part. Even boats devoid of people were taken, but your dinghy, little raft, remains. You're about to kick the damn thing before you're splashed by water.
The three of them surround the vessel in their tiny forms, smiling as if they didn't just run a massacre on the people of your island. They're all signaling you to get on.
They want you on that boat, sailing in their waters, all alone, accompanied by no one but them.
A/n: I say MH!Mc just stay on that island, but then I remember Azul could probably just pluck them off due to his size </3. Even then though, if you take jobs again, you're stuck in their waters once more (And they're even more upset because, have you been ignoring them :(((??).
For you, it's unfortunately retirement (You get taken by a monster or monsters) or continuing to take jobs (You are obsessed over by the entire cast).
“hey, can i borrow your phone for a sec?” satoru asks, looping an arm over your shoulder. when you raise an eyebrow, he flashes that blinding smile. “wanna look up that new dessert shop in ginza. the one with the limited-edition parfaits? i’m taking you there the second i’m done kicking sukuna’s ass.”
typical satoru. prioritising his sweet tooth literally minutes away from the greatest battle in jujutsu history. you shake your head, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips as you hand over the device. he taps away furiously for a minute, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, before handing it back with a wink.
-
fast forward to your birthday.
your phone buzzes. it’s a scheduled text from your calendar:
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favorite person in the entire world !!!! i love you so much. my baby girl (^_^)”
the bright text begins to blur into ugly neon dots as tears hit the glass. you try to wipe the screen, but the moisture keeps coming, smearing his words until you finally just give up. you wish with everything left in you that he was actually here to say it to your face, wearing that stupid, beautiful smile.
Someone slides up on pro hero Dynamite's live and asks what his skincare routine is.
"What's my skincare routine?" He pauses for a second and looks at you in your tiny pink lace slip dress putting dishes away. It has cute sakura flowers adorning your chest, holding it up nice and pretty.
"My girl sits on my face every morning n night, next question."
pairing: caleb xia x reader
synopsis: you've always wanted to leave your world for one with caleb in it-and one day you wake up in his apartment.
cw: minors dni | suggestive, isekai, self aware! caleb, self indulgent, sappy caleb, happy ending, calebs possessiveness peeks out if you squint hard enough, reader is emotionally attached to him, sprinkle of angst
wc: 3.6k
a/n: Had an idea and just had to write it lol, i like self aware aus sooo much! I hope you enjoy <3
Lying on your bedside, the familiar tune of your favorite game filled your ears, the soothing sound track of the home screen. It was a routine at this point-after work or school, you would change into your comfiest clothes and curl up comfortably in your bed, your body surrounded by plushies and pillows and shut out the world.
Your fingers tapped the screen effortlessly, interacting with the 3D man on the screen. You giggled at his reaction when you poked his cheek, the tips of his ears flushing red.
Caleb. Xia Yizhou. Mahiru. Ha Woo Joo.
You never felt truly seen before by the real people surrounding you. They only wanted to see what they wanted, or they wanted to mold you into something else entirely. Caleb was the only one who accepted you for who you were, loving your imperfections and treating you like a you were the only being he saw in the universe. His playful, warm voice was music to your ears, his mouth always saying the exact words you needed to hear. You loved his purple eyes that reminded you of a swirling galaxy and how expressive they were. Sometimes, you swore you saw them follow your movement once-but that had to be a glitch. You admired how patient he was with you and how he felt like home. You loved how reliable and dependent he was, something you desperately craved in your real like.
Someone you could trust.
"Caleb, I'm hungry," You mumbled, tapping his shoulder through the screen. His eyes lit up at the contact, a grin pulling at his mouth.
"I'll make sure to bring some snacks with me. That way, the next time you pat me down, you won't be disappointed," He replied smoothly, the response perfect to your complaint. You hummed thoughtfully, wishing he was here right next to you. You were craving his embrace, your mind already whisking you away into a daydream where Caleb was lying next to you in your bed, his strong and gentle arms wrapped around you protectively like a cocoon.
"I wish you were here," You confessed miserably, a sudden sadness surging within you. You desperately needed him to comfort you, to tell you that 'everything will be all right, i'll take care of you'-but he wasn't real.
He was a motion captured 3D character designed by talented people on the other side of the world-not a real man. No, a real man could never measure up to Caleb Xia.
The fictional man blinked on your screen at the right interval, something a person programmed him to do to seem more life like.
You sighed. "God, I'm pathetic." You gave once last glance at Caleb before you closed your eyes, your gaze too late at seeing the way Caleb's posture deflated on the other side of the screen, his mouth pulled into a concerned frown.
You dreamt that you were suspended in a black void. You could hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing-it was like you were inside a black hole.
A sudden panic overtook you when you realized you couldn't move, your feet hovering over nothing.
"Just wait a little longer," A warm voice soothed, the sound coming from multiple directions at once. Your head whipped around frantically, searching for the source but all you could see was darkness.
"Help, I'm-where am I?" You cried out, your eyes flitting everywhere. Darkness.
Suddenly, you felt something warm touch your back that felt like a palm. The warmth spread throughout your body from your heart to the tips of your toes and fingers. Your vision exploded with stars-and then there was nothing again.
The first thing you felt was the softness of a blanket. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your body feeling exhausted. You blinked, registering your surroundings. You slowly sat up, the bed you were laying on completely different from your own, covered in cloud gray blankets. You glanced at your clothes which were once yours-but now were replaced with apple-printed pajamas. To your left was a massive window from the floor to the ceiling that revealed a beautiful view-the sun setting over fluffy clouds that painted the sky with soft pinks and oranges, the golden light filtering delicately through the sheer curtains.
You rubbed your eyes, a yawn escaping you. This was a pleasant dream, you thought. You rarely had peaceful dreams lately, always being plagued by nightmares.
You slowly swung your legs over the bed and tucked the blankets back underneath the pillow neatly, your nose catching the whiff of something tasty beyond the bedroom door. You hummed to yourself, unaware of the multiple picture frames that displayed photos of you on the wall as you walked past them carelessly.
You exited the room, taking in the short hallway that opened to a vast living room, the windows being the same kind from the bedroom you woke up in. You turned in the other direction, where the kitchen was, and gasped with delight.
Caleb's back greeted you, his silhouette looming in front of the oven. The sizzling of the pan could be heard and made your stomach grumble. He seemed lost in thought, singing off key as he flipped a pancake. You squealed with delight and bounded forwards, your arms wrapping around him with affection.
"Oh my gosh-this is the best dream ever!" You mumbled into his back, nuzzling against him. You heard him chuckle, the sound triggering dopamine to flood. You've saved his laughing voice lines in your game, replaying them for your own enjoyment. You loved his laughs and chuckles very much, finding them to be adorable. He slowly turned around, keeping your face pressed against his chest. His arms gently found your back, your entire body melting into him. You sighed, inhaling the scent of apples and cake batter.
"Good morning, pips," He breathed, his hand rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. It felt so real.
"Morning!" You replied enthusiastically, hugging him tighter. Caleb laughed again, his arms scooping you into a princess carry. You blushed, holding onto him tightly as he lifted you off from the floor. Your eyes found his, your heart stuttering as his purple eyes laid on yours. Those swirling galaxies were endless pools of emotion-happiness, relief-and something else.
His skin looked so real-textured and scarred with a hint of stubble. You brought your hand to his face, letting a finger trace along his cheek. He felt so real.
He leaned into your touch, taking your wrist and kissing the inside of your palm.
"I'm here, baby," He murmured, pressing another kiss to your wrist like a promise. You went silent, observing his features with awe. The light freckles on his cheeks, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the tiniest mole underneath his chin, his strong nose and dark brows-it was all real. It felt so real. Caleb watched your expression carefully, his lips parting slightly. "Do you like my face that much?" He teased lightly, heat rising in your face.
"Yes," You replied sincerely. Caleb blushed, looking away from you as he carried you to the dining table. With one hand, he pulled out a chair and set you down carefully as if you were made out of glass. You gazed at him with love, leaning on your palms as you watched him vanish and appear moments later with a plate stacked with syrup glazed pancakes topped with blueberries. "Oh, this looks so good!"
"I made them for you, my sweet girl," Caleb said proudly, pushing the plate of pancakes towards you. "Eat." You nodded eagerly, stuffing your mouth with the pancakes. Caleb laughed, watching you devour the plate with much ease. He tucked a loose strand behind your ear, a lovesick grin stuck on his face.
After you were done, you thanked him, wondering if this is when the dream would end.
Instead, Caleb led you to the couch where the two of you snuggled up next to each other. You felt safe in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heart comforting. He draped a blanket over you both, whispering sweet things into your ears.
"I;m so glad you're here," He whispered, holding you closer to him. "I've waited so long to hold you like this." You dismissed his words and nestled closer into his side.
"Me too," You said quietly, sighing against his chest.
The sun had set fully now, enveloping the room in a calm darkness. A dribble of syrup still stained your mouth, and realization struck you.
"Ready to go to bed?" Caleb asked gently, combing a hand through your hair. You blinked, leaning backwards. He frowned.
"I just woke up..." You muttered.
"I know," He smiled.
"You made me breakfast..." You said slowly. His purple eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Time kinda went haywire when you came here," Caleb explained, reaching for your face. You blinked.
"When I what?" You blurted. Caleb laughed softly placing his hand on top of yours. You lifted your head to look at him, his galaxy eyes swirling.
"I brought you here," He whispered, something vulnerable crossing his face. Your lips parted, your heart thundering in your ears. This wasn't a dream? You went silent, your mind processing this information. You pulled your hand away from his slowly, staring hard at the carpet floor. He didn't touch you again, though you felt him shift beside you. He shed off the blanket and placed it on your shoulders instead. "Baby, are you mad at me?"
You turned to look at him, his face contorted into that adorable puppy expression. "Caleb...will I stay here forever?" You whispered, feeling your body ripple with excitement. The man in front of you nodded.
"Only if you want," He added, his eyes raking down your figure, as if savoring each part of you for some hidden part in his mind. You smiled at him, joy blooming in your chest. He had brought you here. He had saved you from your world.
You leapt forward and tackled him in a hug, laughing. "Oh my god-I can stay with you? Forever?!" You giggled into his shoulder, straddling his lap. You buried your face into his neck, hugging him tightly as his own arms wrapped around you, a breathless laugh escaping him.
"Of course, that's what you wanted, right? I will always fulfill your promises, pipsqueak," Caleb whispered reverently, pressing a kiss to your temple. You cupped his face in your hands, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You gazed into Caleb's beautiful eyes, you wanted them to consume you entirely. You gently ran a hand through his hair, then traced a finger over his nose, then touched his lips with your index finger. All real. All real for you to feel and love.
"You're mine," You breathed, looking lovestruck. "And I'm yours. Forever." Caleb's heart skipped a beat at the way you said them-like some ancient promise. He nodded in agreement, holding your intense gaze with mirrored his own love and obsession. For months he's looked at you through the other side of the screen. He's seen you laugh at his interactions. He's watched you cry as you read through myth stories, especially at his own. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold your hand and whisper comforting things into your ear. He watched you with amusement as you cursed when you lost another orbit, creative strings of profanity leaving your mouth, something he had to hold back a laugh at-and shamefully-he's heard all the naughty things you to do yourself because of him-your soft sighs and whimpers engraved into his brain. He definitely wanted to be with you then to help you-to please you-but he was stuck behind this screen.
But now was different. He had figured out a way to bring you to him. In a way, he did lie. Bringing you here meant it was impossible for you to go back-but he already knew your answer. He already knew you were obsessed with him as much as he was with you-and he fucking loved it.
"You're mine," Caleb repeated the words like a vow, clasping your hands in his. "And I'm yours. Always had been." You both smiled at each other, relief flooding you and also something else-excitement. You tenderly kissed him, hesitantly pressing a kiss against his lips. You've never kissed anyone before, but Caleb made it easy.
He kissed you back gently, guiding your hands so they rested behind his neck. His hands found your waist in a firm grip, the touch making you shiver. Your heart beat quickened, warmth spreading out through your body and gathering between your legs. You broke apart from him with surprise, blushing. Caleb hummed, his grip loosening at your sides.
"Sorry-was that too much?" He said softly, releasing your waist immediately. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable. He would rather die than make you feel that way.
"Just nervous," You confessed, blushing. He nodded understandingly, a similar anxiety bubbling inside of him.
"Hey, hey, It's fine, I feel the same way," Caleb admitted bashfully, his face notably redder than moments prior. His mind flashed with the adorable whines he's heard you utter hundreds of times from the other side of the phone-but he could wait to hear it in person. Hell, he'll wait forever until you're ready if he needed to. "Why don't we just go to bed for now? We'll have plenty of opportunities to do that later." He winked playfully at you, clearing away the nervousness easily. You nodded shyly, leaning into his chest to hide your warm face.
"Okay, 'leb," You murmured, face smushed against his chest. He chuckled, lifting you up again with ease and walking leisurely into his bedroom. He gently laid you down on the mattress, his figure disappearing into the bathroom. You laid on your side, waiting for him to return again, your heart still pounding from what transpired in the living room. The heat between your legs was mostly gone, but the feeling of want still lingered. You clearly remembered pleasing yourself to imaginary scenarios of Caleb making love to you hundreds of times before and you wondered if he had heard you. You felt embarrassed all over again, hiding your face in one of his extra pillows.
Caleb emerged from the bathroom, his eyes landing on your curled up form on his bed. He smiled at the sight of you obscuring your face with a pillow, something he has never thought he would get the opportunity to see from behind a screen. He sat on the edge of the bed, poking your shoulder lightly.
"Pips, won't you let me see your pretty face?" He cooed. You shook your head. He laughed, flicking the lamp off and lying on his side. He reached out to poke you again. "I reallyyyy wanna see my pretty girl. Can I?" His voice was dripping in honey-his pleading tone tugging at your heart. You groaned, slowly pulling the pillow away from your face to see his smug expression. You threw the pillow in his face, an amused gasp escaping his lips.
He pulled the pillow away and smiled at you, his face bones hurting from smiling so much since you arrived. He couldn't believe you were actually here in his bed.
Meanwhile, you were still stuck on the fact that you could stay here forever with Caleb. You felt giddy at the thought, your heart exploding with joy and relief. You thought about the people in your life who always stressed you out, how they always tried to make you into something you weren't. Now, you had Caleb-and he had you.
You reached out to touch his face, gazing at him with awe. "You're so much prettier up close." You whispered sincerely. He closed his eyes at your touch, his ears turning red.
"Yeah?" He murmured, transfixed by your voice. He was obsessed with it-he wished he could save voice lines like you did-but then he realized he could just ask you to say things rather than saving it to a voice line bank. The thought excited him.
"Mhm. I remember using the glint photobooth and trying to zoom in to see your features up close," You laughed softly to yourself. He chuckled.
"Yup, I remember that," Caleb took your hand in his, lacing fingers with you. He peeked at you, feeling at ease with you so near him rather than watching you sleep through a phone screen. You weren't contained within a rectangle anymore. You were his entire vision now. Now he could feel the warmth from your fingers. Now he could hold your hand in his.
"What...else do you remember?" You whispered, scooting closer to him. From this viewpoint, you could start counting his freckles. You secretly noted that for another time.
Caleb thought deeply, hundreds of memories resurfacing all at once. There was the time he first met you, your reaction to him first meeting you in the game at your childhood home. He remembered seeing your eyes sparkling with curiosity as you said out loud, 'this guy is pretty cute! I like his jacket.' Your first words to him were stored in his mind, and he remembered feeling more fond of his jacket at that time.
He also remembered your reaction to the explosion at the house, your jaw dropping and a 'what the fuck' leaving your lips.
From that point forward, you wondered if he would return-and when he did-you were already pulling for all his cards and maxing them out, reading every myth and story chapter and finding out more about his character. Through the phone screen he could hear you chatting about the game to someone else, always mentioning his name and how he was your favorite character.
And how could he forget the countless nights you kept your phone clutched to your chest as you cried into your pillow, whispering all your fears and thoughts and feelings into the phone, your finger tapping desperately at the 'tetete' feature where he could comfort you? He felt restrained to those voice lines chosen for him, wishing he could say something else than the recycled five or so lines he had.
He also thought about the funny times when you'd make him workout for an hour, your eyes shamefully watching him do push ups, giggling at each grunt and noise he let out.
Each moment with you was a bright moment in his life. He truly loved you from the start, and it only grew from there.
"I remember...first meeting you," He murmured, stroking a hand through your hair. "It was a long time ago. Back before, well, the explosion. I was bringing food out, and there you were. In that little rectangle." His words stirred something inside of you. Nostalgia? Longing?
"What happened next?"
"You said, 'this guy looks cute, i like his jacket' and then you started talking shit about grandma," Caleb said, laughing softly. You smiled at the memory, feeling warm and fuzzy. You remembered when you first started playing the game from pure curiosity. You didn't expect to fall in love with him-but he made it so easy. God you were so in love with him. Every time he touched you, you melted on the inside. He touched you so gently, like you would easily be blown away by a gust of wind. Every time he spoke, his voice healed something within you-something charred and wilted now started to bloom beautifully again.
You love him so much.
"Caleb?" You whispered uncertainly. Caleb hummed, pulling you closer against him.
"Yeah, baby?" The nickname made your toes curl, giddiness settling in your heart. You wondered how it would feel to wake up and hear him call you that. Your heart swelled at the prospect of living with Caleb, the only one who saw you for who you are and accepted you with open arms, flaws and all. You really wondered if this was a dream or not-or maybe you'd gone insane and this was a grand hallucination your mind has conjured up to cope. But that was broken by the way Caleb tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes, your eye lashing fluttering.
Three words were stuck in your throat, something you needed him to hear. It was something you had thought you were unworthy of, but Caleb convinced you that you were worth something-worth cherishing.
"I...I really love you," You choked, burying your face into his chest. He let out a soft gasp, not expecting you to hear those words so soon. His mouth trembled slightly, overcome with intense emotion as the three words seemed to echo within the confines of the dark room. He never thought that someone like him was deserving of love which was ironic since he was the one telling you that you deserved it. It was easy to say it to you because he truly believed it. He never thought that it would happen to him though, his chest swelling with happiness. He opened his mouth to respond, the three words crawling up his throat anxiously-but also with excitement. You nuzzled into his chest, wanting to fuse into his being entirely. You loved him. You loved him.
"I love you too," He held you closer, his voice breaking at the end. You clung to him desperately as the two of you cried tears of relief and joy-both happy to finally be in each others arms at last.
a/n: I don't know how this went from 1k to a whopping almost 4k story but whatever, we ballll. I really love Caleb aughhh I wish he were real :((( IAs always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! I loveee chatting with you guys! Thank you :> sunny apple dividers by @pixopix cloud dividers by @viviansturns | Buy me a coffee!
Zayne better stop looking so dapper and genteel before i dick him down in his darcy derrière. Let it be KNOWN that his prostate will not be left in a so-called "pro" state. Look at him, shaking and quaking like a malnourished willow tree in in a hurricane when he's trying to confess... like it's okay my dear fellow I can leave you trembling for a different reason, lift up your tailcoat for me real quick
Procrastinating hard on my requests that I'm just doodling whatever now save me. Anyway did you guys know I'm horrible at making formats or was the speech bubble enough /silly
I thought azula was zuko’s younger sister? But in this panel from “NICKELODEON AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER-THE LOST ADVENTURES & TEAM AVATAR TALES LIBRARY EDITION TPB (PART 2)”, she calls him little brother???😭 someone pls clear up this confusion
summary: man-hater!reader x down bad!caleb. basically just Caleb groveling for reader's attention
tags: slow burn, college au, x reader, fluff, mild stalker!Caleb, VERY mild angst. Not proofread. Lmk if I missed anything!
wc: 2.4k
part 1 part 2 part 3
"What?"
Caleb stands there, looking down at you with a small smile.
"I know you don't like me yet. I'm not expecting an answer. I'm going to change your mind," he says, slowly lowering himself to sit across from you.
You blink at him. "What?" you say again, immediately berating yourself internally for the stupid response. He laughs, motioning towards the bag of food.
"You should eat, yeah? It's not gonna be as good when it's not fresh."
Hesitantly you take out the boxes, opening them and beginning to eat. You try not to make contact as he watches you the entire time. Unfortunately, it becomes aggravating very quickly.
"Stop looking at me, you freak." you mutter, glaring at your sushi.
Seemingly undeterred, he chuckles, standing up and brushing himself off.
"You won't get rid of me so easily, pipsqueak. I'll see you later."
Your head snaps up, a terrifying expression on your face.
"The fuck did you just call me? Don't ever do that again."
He laughs again, walking away with far too much satisfaction for someone who just got scolded by the girl he likes. You sit there in shock at the sheer audacity. What the hell was his problem? Feeling beyond irritated, you pack up your things and throw away the remaining uneaten food. All your appetite is gone. Perhaps the food he gave you was tainted with his bothersome presence.
Meandering along the grass, you scroll through Instagram. It seemed people were enjoying the weather that was starting to heat up. Aimlessly liking posts brings you to a profile you haven't seen before. The username was a keyboard smash, and the profile picture was empty. You open it, curiosity overtaking you. The account was discreet, not following anyone and with zero followers. No posts, no stories, no likes. It must be someone's alt account, you think.
Thinking nothing of it, you scroll away. As the sky starts to darken and the sun starts to dim, you make your way to your apartment. Stepping inside, the warm atmosphere greets you. A sigh of relief escapes you. When you had been furnishing the place, you had opted for soft fairy lights and lamps around the room rather than the overhead light. The kitchen is as messy as you left it in the morning rush. Choosing to save that for tomorrow, you flop down on the couch and pull your phone out again.
1 new notification.
A new follower on Instagram. It's the blank account from before. Frowning, you look at it again. You were its only followed account. There was seemingly no other activity on the account whatsoever. You assume it's a bot of some kind, sighing and powering off your phone.
Leisurely stretching out like a cat, you slowly stand and pad to the kitchen. The fridge is depressingly empty, and the pantry severely under-stocked. A ping comes from your phone. You rest your elbows on the counter, turning the screen over and checking your messages.
Tara: Sooo…How did it go with Caleb? 😛
You: Oh my god. You set it up didn't you?
Tara: You caught me. Now spill!!!
You: He's annoying as shit. he called me "pipsqueak"
You: What kind of weird nickname is that? Seriously. 😒
Tara: lmao. Do you really hate him that much? He's been so nice to you
You: you know me. no man gets sympathy from me
Huffing, you plug your phone in to charge in the kitchen and make a sad dinner consisting of instant noodles and leftover takeout. Settling onto the couch, you open up your laptop. Clicking into Netflix, you put on a mindless show as you eat. It doesn't take long for your eyelids to grow heavy. Leaning back, you close your eyes for just a second…
Unfortunately, it was not just a second. Falling asleep without setting your alarms led you to waking up an hour late for class, by which point you were unsure if it was even worth going. By the time you got there, it would probably be almost over. The laptop you left open had died overnight, and your food was cold. An ache in the side of your neck from the awkward sleep position was giving you the beginnings of a headache.
With great effort, you lift yourself off the couch, shuffling to the bathroom. After taking a much needed hot shower, you start blow drying your hair. You get it to a damp texture before applying leave in conditioner. Deep in thought, the sound of the doorbell startles you, causing you to accidentally yank your hair. Who could it possibly be? I haven't ordered delivery or a package of any sort.
Reaching the front door, you stand on your tiptoes and check the peephole. Your eyes widen, taking a step back. What the fuck? How did Caleb get your address? Once again, the audacity makes you stop in your tracks. What made him think he could show up uninvited? Rolling your eyes, you walk away, far too tired to deal with his bullshit.
"I know you're in there! I brought you breakfast. And you missed class today, and I didn't have a way to contact you. We got partnered up," he calls from outside.
You run a hand down your face in aggravation. Jesus. As if the morning could get any worse. Slowly, you turn back around, opening the door a crack and glaring at him through it.
"Partnered up for what?" you ask, your voice making your displeasure obvious.
"A presentation," he offers, smiling far too enthusiastically for your liking.
"Are we allowed to switch partners?" you inquire bluntly.
His smile falters a bit, but he shakes his head. He holds out the container in his hand.
"Tara told me you don't cook for yourself most of the time. Sooo, I was worried you weren't eating well. I made you breakfast."
Perplexed, you snatch the container and slam the door in his face. Once it's shut, you groan. Of course, you just so happened to be paired with him of all people. The people in your class were all decent as far as you knew, but nooo, it had to be him. Now, your next course of action was to get Tara to block him. Shoving the container in the fridge without looking inside, you pick up your phone and dial Tara immediately. It rings twice before she picks up.
"Hey girl! Did you sleep in again today? I didn't see you on campus."
"Block Caleb." you demand.
"That bad?" she laughs. "Okay, okay, I will. But I will say he probably has most of the information he wanted by now."
"Tara!" you exclaim indignantly, taking your phone away from your ear and hanging up. You shuffle around the kitchen, washing your dishes and muttering to yourself angrily.
By the time it's late afternoon, you're starting to feel the effects of missing breakfast. Opening up the fridge, the container Caleb gave you seems to stare you down. Sighing, you take it out. Considering the empty state of your kitchen, it was probably your best option for food. You open it up, setting the lid aside and bringing a fork. Two perfectly toasted waffles with jam and bright red strawberries and raspberries on the side. A small square of chocolate sits next to them. Hesitantly you section off a piece of waffle, stabbing it with your fork. Unfortunately for you, it seemed he was good for something. Although it was cold, the waffle was the perfect texture between crumbly and soft, and the jam was the kind you liked. You shake it off. It has nothing to do with him. It's not like he made the waffles from scratch. He probably just used a good waffle mix.
Despite the mild annoyance permeating each bite, you end up finishing both waffles and the berries. A bit disgruntled by the fact that it actually good, you toss the container into the sink. Remembering the state of your fridge, you get dressed in comfortable pants and a T-shirt before taking your keys and phone. Stepping outside of the apartment building feels nice, a light breeze shuffling the branches of the asiatic apple trees nearby. It's relatively empty outside despite the nice weather, everybody at work or school. The walk to the grocery store is peaceful, the fresh air clearing your head.
Just like the streets, the store is pretty empty, only a few people milling about. Adjusting your jacket, you set off to do some much-needed grocery shopping.
Caleb scrolled through your Instagram, taking note of every post. A specific man shows up next to you a couple times, which had concerned him, but after looking into it, he figured out it was only your brother. He noticed the specific restaurants you tagged in your posts, the specific foods, the kinds of places you liked to visit.
God, you were gorgeous. He stops at a photo of you at the beach, hair down, a faint sunburn across your cheeks. The sunset behind you cast you into a golden light. He felt almost blinded by the smile on your face. If only you smiled like that at him.
Newly determined, he switches to his actual account and clicks "message" on your profile.
Hey! I thought we should have some way of contacting each other for the sake of the project. may I have your phone number? :p
After reading it a couple times, he finally presses send, letting out a breath and setting his phone aside. He missed you. Caleb remembered the day he first noticed you like it was yesterday. It was a Tuesday, and the weather was cloudy and cool. Basketball practice was going as usual, and just as he was about to score, he saw you.
He shot the ball without looking. It hit the rim and bounced away. You were laughing at something your friend said, holding onto her arm. He wondered what she said. Could he make you laugh like that some day? Seeming to feel someone's gaze on you, you turned your head, and Caleb immediately turned away, his heart pounding out of his chest. No fucking way. Did he just get a crush?
Caleb smiles as he replays it in his head. You looked really pretty. You always did. It was honestly embarrassing the way he thought about you. Sometimes he imagined you laughing at his joke, or how when he finally asked you out, you'd smile and say yes. His daydreaming is interrupted by the the ping of his phone. He scrambles to grab it, opening up Instagram. However, Caleb's excitement is quickly cut short when he sees your response.
No
He deflates, thinking to himself. He would normally have asked Tara, but she had blocked him. He could only assume you had told her to. Caleb shifts around a bit, looking at the people you tag in your posts. Clicking on one of the usernames, he reaches out to her. He types out a short message just about begging for your number, setting his pride aside. Crossing his fingers, he sends it. A sponsored email pops up in his inbox. He clicks on it on accident, rolling his eyes and blocking the email. As it exits out, his eyes fall on his last sent email.
Subject: Partner Assignments for Pop Culture Presentation
A small smile tugging at his lips, he closes out the app and sets his phone to the side, standing up to make lunch.
When deciding to walk to the store, you had forgotten to consider the volume of groceries you would bring back. Consequently, you had to lug four heavy bags to your apartment. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You groan, ignoring it and continuing your trek down the street. After an excruciating fifteen minutes, you make it to your apartment building, spamming the elevator call button.
Getting back home was a relief, to say the least. You drop your bags on the floor and move to the couch again, throwing your arm over your eyes. Suddenly remembering your phone, you take it out. Your brow furrows. It's a text from an unknown number, although it's not unknown for long.
Heyy! this is caleb :p I know you said no to giving me your number, but i couldn't help myself XD
You know, I was serious when I said I would make you change your mind about me. maybe it'll take a while, but i won't give up
"Holy shit, who gave it to him this time?" you groan, running a hand through your hair. You consider just blocking him, but after contemplating, you sigh in resignation and open his text.
Don't text me unless it's related to the project
You create a new contact and name it "Nuisance (DNI)" before turning off your phone and tossing it to the side carelessly. A response comes in almost immediately. You choose to protect your peace and move to unload your groceries. Surveying your ingredients, you think about potential dinner plans. Actually, cooking didn't sound very appealing, but you didn't have much of a choice. After having spent too much money on take out last week, your bank account was in a poor state.
The warm aroma of stew started to fill your kitchen, wrapping around you in a comfortable embrace. It's been some time since you had made a real meal and not a quick fix. Eventually, you sit down at the kitchen counter, serving yourself a bowl and starting to eat. To your own surprise, you find yourself thinking about Caleb. Not with any affection, of course.
What could possibly be his motive? There's no way he was just..like this. There's never been someone who pursued you like this without an ulterior motive. Surely he wanted something in return.
With new resolve, you put your dishes away and grabbed your phone. While you were gone he had typed up a storm.
I'll do my best 🫡
no promises tho :p
Have you eaten dinner yet?
Can we meet soon to work on the project
You roll your eyes. Did he really not have anything better to do?
Meet me here in an hour
You send the location of a nearby coffee shop and set your phone aside. It wasn't hard to figure out potential ones, of course; you weren't stupid. All men wanted the same things. Regardless, you would tenaciously prod at him until he confessed. You were determined to find out his true intentions.
a/n: so originally part 2 was supposed to be a bit longer, and also a part 3 was supposed to be added on top of that. But I've been writing rather slowly recently, so I decided to just post what I have now and post the rest in the final part. Again, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!!
18+ mdni | caleb hates seeing you in pain unless he’s the one inflicting it
TW. spanking, he’s not really mean but i guess degrading, dacryphilia, idk 🤷🏽 not proofread and i wrote this as i was falling asleep so there’s lots of run on sentences and typos but idgaffff!!! #ilovemeninuniform!!!
even though he was a colonel, caleb rarely felt in control.
every day brought new problems, new fires to put out, new orders to follow or rewrite. most of his time was swallowed by the fleet, his routine reduced to disciplining subordinates and reshaping plans that never stayed still for long.
some days he hated it. the endless demands, the constant pressure to be everything at once. he’d catch himself wondering, briefly, what his life might’ve looked like if he’d chosen differently, but he hadn’t, and men like him didn’t get to regret their choices.
everything was structured & predetermined. control wasn’t something he had, it was something he was expected to embody. the only time he felt able to truly let go of all the stress that came with his career was with you.
it was easy, the history between you two allowed for a simple routine to form, one that he organized and you followed gladly. at times it felt like you existed just to please him—you never complained or whined, and you would chase after him like a puppy, following his every command.
he never actually asked you to do work of course, acts of service was one of his love languages so he genuinely enjoyed cooking and cleaning for you. the only time he would take advantage of your obedience was when you would beg for his cock.
you were just so needy, constantly asking if he was tired or wanted help relaxing. you would offer massages, ask if you could cockwarm him, promising he wouldn’t have to do anything. it warmed his heart how desperate you were, but it also made him curious to see just how much you were willing to do.
“dirty fuckin’ girl, rubbing yourself on my boots.” he smirked at the sight of your flushed face while you grinded against his shoes, hands clinging to his work pants, “not even ashamed how you’re getting my uniform filthy, hm? come home from work and all you care about is getting that slutty hole filled up.”
you cried out at his harsh tone, cunt clenching around nothing as he gently pressed the tip of his shoe against your swollen clit.
“c-caleb please, it hurts…”
his heart ached at the sight of tears welling in your eyes. he hated seeing you cry, but seeing you on your knees while your hips mindlessly humped against his steel-toed boots made his cock twitch in his pants.
“mm, it hurts?” he asked, faux sympathy laced in his words. using his thumb and index finger to grasp your chin, he lifted your face to watch as your eyebrows furrowed in simultaneous pain and pleasure. “what do you need then? you’re a big girl right, can you use your words? don’t tell me you’re already too dumb to speak…”
you shook your head rapidly at his snide comment, eyes fluttering while looking between his face and the prominent bulge in his pants. you spoke with your voice merely above a whisper, “wanna be filled up…”
he hummed at your comment, hand moving to hold your face. before you could nuzzle into his palm, he withdrew his hand and landed a harsh slap against your cheek, immediately forcing you to look back at him once more as he smushed your cheeks together.
“is that how you ask your colonel for favours? didn’t say please, forgot how to address me…you really are just a hole for me to fuck, huh?”
you whined at his harsh words, the tears lining your eyes finally spilling as he pulled you towards him & forced you to straddle him. without giving you a moment to think, he licked a stripe against your face, groaning at the salty taste of your tears on his tongue.
“taste so fuckin’ good for me, you gonna ask me again or do you need to be taught some manners first?”
as much as you loved when caleb doted on you, this was the only time you got to experience his demanding colonel persona, and you always made sure you took full advantage of it. “jus’ fill me up already, caleb…” you whined, words muffled as his hands continued to press your lips together.
his eyes darkened at your subtle permission to be even rougher, mind racing as he thought of all the ways he could take out the frustration of his day on you.
“looks like you’re asking to be punished then” he smirked before saying those words, using your hair as a handle to twist you into position, bent across his thighs with your bare ass presented to him. he stroked the soft skin, admiring residual marks left from previous nights and biting his lip as you squirmed when he applied pressure onto them. not giving you a warning, he swung a gloved hand harshly against your skin, a cry sounding from your throat as slick dripped down your thighs.
“count for me.” his stern voice demanded, a wet whimper of the number one leaving your lips. not giving you a second to breathe, he withdrew his hand once more and landed another slap, this time against your upper thighs. he alternated between your asscheeks and just below them, watching a fiery red colour bloom onto your skin by the time you reached ‘15’.
feeling satisfied with his work, caleb used his middle finger to run up and down between your labia, the sight of a generous amount of your fluid dripping off his fingers. “it’s not really a punishment if this is how much you enjoy it hm?” he questioned, watching you writhe below him as he moved to use his fingers and finally stimulate your sensitive nub.
“p-please fuck me, colonel xia, put me in my place.” you whined, hips unconsciously pushing up to meet his hand.
he smirked at your desperation, his other hand moving to quickly unbuckle his belt. some days had caleb second guessing if he went into the right profession, but watching you squirm across his legs and cry out his name always made him realize—this was what he was meant to do.
