welcome to calebpups spaceship, step aboard and enter our celestial haven, where each chapter is a star waiting to be discovered. grab your space suit, find a cozy corner in the cosmos, and dive into a collection of stories that are out of this world. have questions? approach the captain—just be patient, handwritten replies take light years to reach! take your time, float among the stars, and stay as long as you like.
ABOUT THE CAPTAIN. . . meet aria, a writer and a lover of everything out of this world. you’ll often find her navigating the stars with caleb, sylus, and xavier. you can also find me here !
reader discretion is advised. some stories are reserved for the deeper reaches of space, where the tales are a little darker, a little wilder. proceed with caution, and don’t forget your helmet.
PAIRINGS. . . xavier, caleb, sylus, zayne, rafayel x reader
CW. . . wearing pheromone perfume around them for the first time.
CALEB
caleb went still the second he hugged you, like he’d just gotten hit with something intoxicating. he pulled back just a little, blinking at you, then leaned in again, burying his face in your neck.
“holy sh—pips,” he groaned dramatically, arms wrapping tighter around your waist. “you smell like heaven and sin had a baby.”
you burst out laughing. “you’re so dramatic.”
he just nuzzled you again, lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “i’m serious. i want to crawl under your skin right now.”
you swatted at his arm, flustered. “it’s just perfume!”
“whatever it is, it’s a problem.” he kissed your jaw, then lower. “'cause now i wanna kiss you for, like, three hours straight. minimum.”
RAFAYEL
he was painting—focused, shirtless, streaks of color on his arms—when you crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
he stilled.
then he turned his head slightly, inhaling, like a wolf catching a scent in the wind.
“did you just cast a spell on me?”
you bite back a smile as he ducked down, nosing along your neck, groaning softly. he slinged an arm around your waist pressing you to his side.
“delicious. is that new?”
you just smirked. “wouldn’t you like to know.”
he laughed under his breath, mouth finding your neck, your shoulder, wherever he could get. “if you wore this to mess with me, it’s working. i want to paint you now. naked, preferably.”
SYLUS
you barely walked past him before sylus turned his head, eyes narrowing like he just picked up on something forbidden.
he stepped closer, towering over you, his hand curling gently under your chin. “...you smell dangerous,” he said lowly, his voice already laced with heat.
he tilted your head up, heart fluttering as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against the back of your ear. he moved lower, lips grazing your neck, then the space just under your jaw.
“what is that scent?” he murmured, like it was bothering him. like it was consuming him.
“do you like it?”
he huffed a soft laugh against your skin, kissing your throat like he was losing control. “you’re not allowed to wear it around anyone but me. understood?”
XAVIER
you slipped under the covers beside him, thinking he was asleep. he wasn’t.
the second your body curled into his, his arm came around your waist, slow and sure. he inhaled once, then again.
“…what is that?” he muttered, voice rough with sleep. he buried his face in your neck without waiting for an answer.
you giggled and his arm only tightens around you.
“not funny,” he mumbled, lips brushing your throat. “you smell like trouble.”
“you’re imagining things.”
“i’m not.” he kissed your collarbone, again and again, slower. “we’re not leaving this bed today.”
ZAYNE
you stepped into zayne’s office for your monthly check-up, but the second you approached his desk, he looked up like you’d just walked in wearing nothing but your birthday suit.
before you could sit at your usual chair, his hand found your wrist and guided you into his lap instead.
he didn’t say anything, just leaned in and breathed you in like he needed the scent to live.
“…what did you put on?” he asked, lips brushing the underside of your jaw. “you’ve never smelled like this before.”
you pretended to play dumb. “what do you mean?”
he exhaled a low chuckle, his voice raspier than usual. “don’t play with me. this—this is lethal.”
then he kissed your neck, slow and open mouthed. “fuck, you’re gonna get me fired.”
CW . . idk domestic calebmc bc im running out of ideas pls send reqs (˶˃⤙˂˶)
the clock on the wall read 3:47 AM. the house was quiet, the world outside blanketed in peaceful stillness. but here you were, standing in the dimly lit kitchen, wearing nothing but one of calebs’s oversized shirts, spooning nutella straight from the jar like a criminal.
you had been as silent as possible—at least, you thought you were—until a deep, sleepy voice suddenly broke the silence.
“…babe?”
you nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around to see caleb standing in the doorway, hair a mess, eyes heavy with sleep. he was shirtless, just wearing a pair of loose gray sweats that hung low on his hips. he blinked at you, taking in the scene—the jar of nutella in your hand, the spoon halfway to your mouth, the guilty look on your face.
“what… are you doing?” he asked, voice raspy from sleep.
you quickly shoved the spoon into your mouth, mumbling through the chocolate, “nothing.”
caleb narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. “nothing,” he stopped in front of you, leaning down slightly so his nose was almost touching yours. “did my baby get midnight cravings?”
you nodded sheepishly, licking your lips. “i was trying not to wake you…”
caleb hummed, tilting his head. “cute,” he murmured before swiftly plucking the jar from your hands.
“hey!” you whined as he grabbed the spoon from your hand and took a huge scoop.
he grinned cheekily. “mmm. so sweet.”
you pouted. “it’s my snack.”
caleb only chuckled as he leaned against you. his body was so warm, so solid, and the way he nuzzled his nose into your hair made you melt instantly.
he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. then another to your nose. then one to your lips—slow and sweet, the taste of chocolate lingering between you.
when he pulled away, he smirked. “mh. nutella’s good, but you taste better.”
you groaned, shoving him lightly. “caleb!”
he only laughed, setting the spoon and nutella jar down and hoisting you up onto the counter effortlessly. “since we’re already up… should we make pancakes?”
CW. . . smut, sub!zayne, soft dom!reader, orgasm denial / edging, light bondage ( cuffs ), oral sex m! receiving, overstimulation, reader being a little mean and fucking zayne silly ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
zayne was trembling under you, muscles locked tight, arms flexing where they were cuffed up to the headboard, a dark flush spreading from his chest up his throat.
you had him spread wide and helpless, every inch of his body a live wire under your hands, under your mouth—slow, cruel, deliberate. you kissed down his stomach, lazy and unhurried, barely brushing him with your lips, feeling the way he tensed and twitched with every ghost of your touch.
he was trying—really trying—to keep his composure.
breathing through his nose, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it hurt, trying to calculate, strategize, survive.
but he was failing, spectacularly.
your hand wrapped around his cock again, slow and so light it was barely contact at all, just a teasing brush from root to tip. he hissed through his teeth, hips bucking up instinctively—but you simply tightened your grip at the base, squeezing hard enough as a warning.
"no," you whispered, voice like velvet and smoke, just to hear the way he groaned in frustration.
you stroked him—firmer now, sliding your fist up to the swollen head, smearing the mess leaking from his tip down the length of him, slow enough to make him twitch under you. his thighs were rigid, his stomach clenching every time you pumped, but you didn’t let him have it.
every time he got close—every time you felt that desperate, helpless tightening—you would stop. grip him at the base, deny him everything he needed, watch him shudder with it.
he was dripping now, needy and ruined, panting into the cool air. his eyes fluttered shut, jaw slack, the calculated genius side of him long gone—broken down to something raw and desperate just by the soft, steady cruelty of your touch.
you shifted lower, mouth hovering just above the flushed head of his cock. you breathed over it, watching him strain toward you involuntarily, chasing the heat without realizing he was doing it.
you licked a slow, wet stripe up the underside, and he choked on a gasp, whole body jerking up.
your tongue circled the tip, slow and obscene, catching the bead of precum and tasting the bitter-sweet salt of him.
you wrapped your lips around him, sucking light and slow and shallow.
he sobbed, broken and hoarse, hips trying to fuck up into your mouth—trying—but you pulled back with a cruel pop of your lips, squeezing him again at the base until the orgasm receded, leaving him gutted and shaking.
zayne's hands fisted in the sheets now, sheets that were soaked beneath him from the mess leaking down his length, from your spit, from his own helplessness.
you let him edge there—hovering on the razor's edge of pleasure, dizzy and white-hot—again and again and again, until he was gasping your name like a prayer, forehead damp with sweat, muscles twitching under your hands.
only then did you sink your mouth down fully, swallowing him whole, slow and warm and devastating.
he came with a ragged cry, body convulsing under you, hands scrabbling for purchase, hips bucking helplessly into your mouth while you milked every last drop from him, savoring the taste, savoring the way he broke for you completely.
you stayed there for a moment, letting him twitch and shudder against your tongue, swallowing down everything he gave you. his body sagged back against the bed, chest heaving, head thrown back against the pillows.
you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before reaching up and undoing the cuffs around his wrists.
zayne’s arms dropped limply to his sides, too exhausted to even lift them. his fingers twitched weakly when you kissed up his stomach, a helpless little aftershock running through him.
"you did so good," you murmured against his skin, voice dripping with sweet cruelty.
you straddled his hips, feeling how spent he was, soft and sensitive, his cock twitching weakly under you as you ground your soaked panties against him. zayne whined low in his throat, barely able to lift his hands to your waist, pliant and boneless and wrecked.
"poor thing," you pouted mockingly, rolling your hips slow and cruel over him. "too tired to help me out now?"
he opened his mouth—maybe to say something, maybe to plead—but all that came out was a broken little gasp when you dragged your soaked core over him again, rubbing yourself off against the slick mess he was already drenched in.
you smiled, slow and wicked, rocking your hips lazily, using his ruined body for your own pleasure without a shred of mercy. his hands fisted weakly at your thighs, trying to ground himself, trying not to lose it again.
"you don't have to do anything," you whispered, voice sickly sweet as you rutted against him, chasing your own high against his overstimulated body. "just lay there and be pretty for me."
zayne moaned—high and helpless—and it made you clench around nothing, made you grind down even harder, chasing the friction, chasing the filthy satisfaction of getting off on him when he couldn’t do a thing to stop you.
you came with a soft, shuddering moan, grinding down against him until your thighs trembled, until your slick made a new mess between you both.
zayne's hands slid up weakly, petting your waist, your ribs—still trying to give even when he was completely fucked out.
you leaned down, kissed his sweat-damp hair, and fused your body with his until the only sound in the room was your soft breaths and his light snores.
your back arched against xavier’s chest, your thighs shaking from how deep lumiere was pushing into you—slow, relentless strokes that left you whining with every thrust. you were sandwiched between them, xavier’s arms tight around your waist, keeping you still while his lips dragged lazy, heated kisses across your neck, tasting the sweat at your pulse.
lumiere's hands were on your hips, bruising, possessive in a way that made xavier growl low against your ear. jealous, even though he was the one who had said he could "handle sharing." sharing, he said. but now, with you gasping and squirming under lumiere's rhythm, xavier's patience was paper-thin.
"greedy little thing," xavier muttered into your skin, his voice dripping heat, teeth scraping along your jaw. his hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple while his other hand drifted down between your thighs to where you were stretched and dripping around lumiere.
he rubbed tight circles on your nub that had you moaning brokenly into the open air, caught between their bodies and losing your mind.
you could feel xavier’s cock pressed hard against your back, twitching with every noise you made, every time lumiere bottomed out inside you with a heavy, deliberate thrust.
lumiere’s eyes stayed locked on you, heavy-lidded and dark, watching every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes. watching xavier too. knowing exactly how much it was driving him insane.
it was too much. not enough.
you whimpered, nails digging into lumiere's arms, and xavier bit your ear. "you want more?" he asked, voice gravel and silk. "say it."
you could barely breathe, let alone form words, but you nodded, desperate and wrecked.
lumiere smirked, slowing his thrusts to a maddening, shallow grind, while xavier pulled you back against him, shifting you both until you were spread open, straddling lumiere’s thighs. xavier’s hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his kiss—messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.
and then he changed positions.
you barely registered it before he was guiding you forward, hands spreading your ass, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance while lumiere’s hands stroked up your sides, steadying you.
you gasped into lumiere’s chest as xavier pushed inside from behind—slow, deep, so full you thought you might split apart.
two cocks, two bodies, pressing you from every side, stretching you out so perfectly you could barely think.
lumiere cupped your face, thumbing your lips open, guiding you down to take him into your mouth. his cock was flushed and leaking, and you moaned around him as you sucked, messy and desperate, while xavier fucked into you from behind—hard, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting forward.
the noises were obscene—wet, needy, beautiful. your moans were muffled by lumiere, his hips barely flexing as you took him deeper, while xavier's hands bruised your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over.
you were wrecked between them, pleasure thick and overwhelming, your body slick with sweat and spit and need.
xavier fucked you like he had something to prove, like he could fuck out every trace of lumiere inside you, his teeth gritted, low curses falling from his lips.
lumiere just watched, lazy and amused and utterly indulgent, petting your hair while you gagged and drooled around his cock, his thumb brushing your cheek like he adored seeing you so undone.
xavier's thrusts grew rougher, angrier, pulling you back against him with brutal force, making you sob around lumiere’s cock, body jerking with every thrust.
you felt yourself breaking apart at the seams, the pressure unbearable, perfect, a firestorm about to consume you whole.
and in the center of it all they ruined you, together.
PAIRINGS. . . xavier, caleb, sylus, zayne, rafayel x reader
CW. . . okay slut sorority, let’s talk about how each of the lads boys eat you out ˃̵ᴗ˂̵
RAFAYEL
rafayel is pussy drunk, face-deep from the second your legs open and not coming up until you’ve come on his tongue more than once. he makes out with it—open-mouthed, messy, indulgent. hands gripping your thighs, keeping you wide open while he slowly drags his tongue side to side like he’s painting something divine.
CALEB
sweet boy is starving, he’s burried in there—not even god himself could pry him off you. fast mouth, eager tongue, hands holding your thighs open like it’s a challenge. he doesn’t ease in. he dives. licks with his whole mouth, sucks your clit hard enough to make your back arch, moans like he’s getting off. his shoulders are broad enough to pin you and his pace never breaks—it’s messy, fast and sloppy with how much he wants it. overstim you? good. you cry a little? even better.
XAVIER
oh, he’s nasty. don’t let him fool you. xavier goes all in. he pins your thighs open and devours you. tongue deep, lips sucking, fingers slipping in at just the right angle to have you losing your mind in seconds. he doesn’t tease. he takes. and he loves when it’s loud—loves when your back arches and your hips buck and you whimper his name like you forgot how to speak. you don’t get just one orgasm with him. he stays down there until you’re fucked out, overstimulated, crying, shaking—and then gives you one more just because he can.
SYLUS
it’s messy. wet. raw. enthusiastic. he goes in like he missed a meal and this is dessert and dinner all at once. tongue deep, fingers everywhere, moans pressed into your skin because he’s turned on by you falling apart. he licks, sucks, groans—he gets into it with full body contact, pulling your thighs over his shoulders and grinding into the mattress while he does it. he’s obsessed with getting you there fast.
ZAYNE
zayne eats pussy like he’s running diagnostics and ruining you at the same time. precise, overwhelming, deeply controlled. he knows exactly where to press his tongue, how to drag it, how to adjust every second to match the way your body pulses under him. he’s not trying to tease—a man with a method and zero mercy. and when he starts adding fingers without even breaking rhythm? yeah. you’re blacking out.
CW. . . smut, small spoon!xavier, kinda sub!xavier
xavier was soft in your arms—literally and figuratively.
curled into your chest, his back flush against your front, legs tangled under the blankets. his breathing was even, gentle. like he hadn’t meant to fall asleep so quickly, but your arms around him and the steady stroke of your fingers along his chest made it impossible not to.
your hand was tucked under his shirt, fingers spread across the warm skin of his torso, right over his heart where his heartbeat pulsed soft under your palm, which wandered lower a few beats later.
he was already hard when you found him, cock flushed and heavy where it curved against his stomach. you pressed a slow, featherlight kiss to the back of his neck and wrapped your fingers around him.
xavier stirred with a soft, strained grunt, hips twitching the tiniest bit into your palm. you smiled.
“shh,” you whispered gently, letting your fingers slide down his length and back up again, dragging him gently from sleep into something needier.
he whimpered when your thumb passed over the head, already slick from the way he’d started to leak, coating your fingers.
your hand worked him in a smooth rhythm, slow and teasing at first, just enough pressure to make him ache. he moaned—quiet, restrained, muffled into the pillow—and you knew he was trying to hold it in.
so you slid your free arm under his neck, hand curling around his face, fingers brushing his lips gently. “open,” you whispered. “let me hear you.”
xavier’s mouth fell open without hesitation, his tongue wrapping around your fingers, moaning low and desperate into them as your other hand jerked him a little faster.
you curled around him tighter, chin tucked into the crook of his neck, whispering soft praises right against his skin.
he was trembling in your arms now, his cock twitching with every pass of your hand, your fingers slick, your breath warm on his throat. his hips started to stutter forward, fucking your fist now, quiet little choked sounds spilling out around your fingers, exactly the way you wanted.
“can’t—” he gasped, biting on your fingers. “m’fuck, i’m close.”
when he fell apart—body trembling in your arms, cock twitching in your hand, spilling into your palm with stuttering, gasped moans—you held him tight the whole time. your mouth on his shoulder. your hand slowly stroking him through it until his hips twitched from overstimulation and he had to whimper your name to make you stop.
he let your fingers slip from his mouth, jaw slack and flushed, turning just enough to look at you with those dazed eyes.
“…fuck,” he whispered.
you smiled and wrapped yourself around him, nuzzling the juncture where neck meets shoulder. “back to sleep, baby.”
