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The Far Shore (Ch.08)

Author: @deadbranch Pairing: JaegerPilot!Soap x f!Reader Warnings:  18+ MDNI suggestive content, protected p in v sex, emotional stuff, kissing, sparse impolite language & thoughts. Summary:  Soap reveals what he wants, sending both of you over the edge. Word Count:  1.1k A/N:  Smut.  Just smut.

SERIES MASTERLIST

THE FAR SHORE (CH.08)

Soap’s cock feels incredible despite the numbing barrier of the condom separating you.

When you initially rolled the latex into place you were unsure of how this would go. You’ve only ever been with circumcised men.

After the first several thrusts, you realize Soap’s uncut length has made you into a believer.  The way his piled foreskin rubs and applies pressure to your clit at the bottom of each thrust, you can’t imagine having this any other way, with anyone.

He doubles over one of your pillows, stuffing it under your hips while you gaze up at him from your back.  He explains something about experimenting with the angle, to allow you to come simultaneously.  Rather than argue with him that it’s normal to come at different times, you let him entertain a lovely fantasy of tandem release.

He kneels on folded, muscled legs, thighs under yours as he thrusts with a steady rhythm, his arms wound around your upper body and face tucked against your neck. 

“Kiss me, John.”

You discovered quickly that he’s turned on by you calling him by his birthname.  All the world knows him as Soap, but there’s something special to him about your voice saying his name so seldom used by anyone, even his family.

He lifts his head and kisses you slowly, never breaking the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts like he’s satisfying something deeply needful in you both.

You reach down to touch his lower back, surprised by how developed his muscles feel under your fingertips.  You’d previously noted in passing that he has a firm, rounded bottom. He obviously takes his pelvic thrusts seriously.  He probably does several hundred reverse sit-ups per session in his off hours.

He pulls you back into the moment as he changes the angle and grinds firmly against your cervix.  You gasp his name, thinking he would never hear something so quiet, plaintive, with barely a breath to give it life. He responds immediately with your name on his lips and tongue, his hands holding tightly to your hips as though you might slip away into some ether of consciousness, like the faded margins of the drift.

“…John…”

At the sound of his name, as though on cue, Soap gasps as he holds you tighter, pushing his cock in and out of your tight heat with purposeful movements that will undoubtedly haunt your nights and days hereafter.

“…FUCK…John…”

He grunts, his breath faltering as your voice resets his movements.

“You’ll be tha death of me yet…with a mouth like that.”

“But you like it,” you rasp against his neck, his stubble abrading your cheek.

“NO—” he growls against your temple,”—I love it.”

Soap slows his movements, resting his forehead against yours as he holds his breath.

“You alright?”

“Aye.  Just…need ta slow down.  Tha one rubber’s gotta last the duration.”

You have an idea.

“Get off of me.”

At the mention of stopping, his brow creases.

“Alright,” he says with reluctant disappointment, two fingers pressed to the base of the condom to ensure it doesn’t slip under tension or roll away at the base. 

“Sit back, cross your legs—”

He sits, bending both knees and weaving his legs over each other at the ankles.

“Tailor-style?” he says with a proud and cheeky smirk.

You open your mouth to comment but decide to nod and smile instead.

“Perfect.”

“Now…what would ya want with me in this position—?”

Before he says the last two words, you position yourself over his lap, ankles behind him, balanced on one arm, palm braced against the mattress behind you as you use the other hand to guide his sheathed cock back into your pussy.

“—aw, FUCK.  Put it in ya…aye…just like that.  So hot to watch ya get after it—"

You silence him by slipping your tongue alongside his as you sink down on him, arms around the back of his neck.  He fills you so completely when on your back, but this angle takes your breath away at the depth and stretch.  You must've made some kind of pained sound because he shushes you quietly and supports your thighs and ass with his arms as he helps you settle.

“Easy there.  That feel good?  Ya like riding my lap?” he whispers against your lips before kissing you in short, firm kisses as he leans back just enough to balance you on his dick.

Words fail you again as embarrassment blooms in your chest.  You nod, your breathing labored.  He hitches his grip on you, still firmly supporting your thighs.  The hefting movement makes your eyes roll back as the head of his cock feels like it’s poking your lungs.

“…fuck…”

“Tell me what ya want.”

“I want…”

“What is it?  You need help with your words?” he chastises teasingly as he kisses you between attempts to speak, to breathe, to think.

“I need…”

He mumbles against your neck, his fingers digging into your thighs as he encourages you to ride.

“A shame we’re not connected through tha pons right now.  I could see an feel exactly what ya need…an ya could feel how it feels for me when I give it to ya.”

His words shock you out of whatever haze you’ve been experiencing since his cock pushed up inside you while taking a seat on his lap.

“I want that too, John.”

He reddens as his blue eyes take in your expression; his thoughts undoubtedly just as muddled as yours as he bites his bottom lip.

“But I wouldn’t look—or sound—like this.  I’d appear as I normally do in the drift…would ya be okay with that?”

“It’s you.  It’s always been you, no matter what you look like, sound like.  I want—need—you, John.”

Your brain screams to you silently at the imagined sensation of him filling your mind as well as your pussy.  Never in your wildest dreams have you considered what it would be like to have sex, let alone climax, while connected in the drift.  Even the idea of kissing, touching…but sex?  Orgasm?

It only takes a few up and down movements of your hips to push yourself over the edge.

As Soap holds you close, his lips open against yours, you realize his cock is twitching.  He’s coming, too.

You hold each other like this in silence with only the quiet sounds of your breathing as you both come down.  Even after you’re sure both of you are spent, you hold on tightly.

Neither of you seem interested in letting go.

Not yet.

Next Chapter [coming soon]

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There are other victims here (RIP tapestry and delve 🫠), but the appropriation of the em dash—a punctuation mark beloved by writers everywhere—feels especially personal.

A kind of low-grade panic is ensuing. Writers who once memed their own em dash overuse—the greatest punctuation mark ever to grace the control-freak’s lexicon, frankly—are suddenly backing away to avoid accusations.

No. More. We have centuries of dash-abusing writers behind us. We will not sit quietly while AI repurposes our beloved stilted aside—or the just-one-more clarification the sentence demands—or the dramatic pause your comma could never—etc.

You don’t write like AI—AI writes like you.

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jaehyun

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[justahappycloud]

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[lalunanymph]

on cloud nine

syp ⋆ ˚☁️ up in the clouds, free from any judgement, you and caleb take that final step towards true love

warnings ⋆ ˚☁️ plane sex, riding, praise, first time, gideon does not get paid enough to deal with caleb and his nonsense, 18+, mdni

dawn says ⋆ ˚☁️ happy birthday my beloved sweet apple boy! i love you more than words can ever describe and you've been such a comfort to me since the first time i saw you in chap 4 of the main story. here's to your special month and here's to you—just you, existing. this one's for you, caleb xia yizhou and for all the girlies who waited so patiently for him to come home <3 he's never leaving again that's for sure lmao

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Pantone shades of pastel pink and purple pour over the walls of Caleb’s Skyhaven home.

In his arms, you’re warm and safe, finding refuge in the crook of his neck as he hums and runs idle patterns down your bare thigh, drawing pleasant tingles down your spine. It’s the aftermath of his birthday party for two, and as the sun inches below the horizon, you’re once again struck with the sheer realisation of how momentous this occasion is.

You. Caleb. Here. Safe. In his home. 

No one to whisk him away, or steal his attention from you.

Sure, it’s overwhelming, and just the sheer idea of being alone with him forms a pit in your stomach that threatens to break down the last of your calm composure, revealing the rabid desire humming in your veins to take him for what he’s worth—

He senses the restlessness seeping from you and stops his mindless movements, using his left hand to gently stroke the top of your head, as if to soothe you. “Hey. What’s on your mind, beautiful?” 

You shoot him a grateful smile and contemplate on how best to put into your words what you want to say. However, with a single glance outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Caleb reads your mind and chuckles. 

“Itching for a cruisin’, princess?” 

Not quite. 

But, hey, maybe you’d have more courage up in the clouds. 

“It’s like you read my mind,” you tease him back, and he snorts, patting your thigh in a gesture for you to stand up.

You do, and drag him along, as he pretends to groan and rub his back. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I think a lot like you, or on some level, I just might be you.” 

“Nah, you just know me too well,” you grin, and he takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“You’re right,” Caleb murmurs simply. “I do know you all too well, huh. And, what I know is that my girl wants to see the world, so who am I to say ‘no’?” 

A few phone calls to someone high up in the Administration—plus a car ride to the closest airplane hangar later—and you’re seated in the cockpit with Caleb by your side. Gideon’s voice echoes from Caleb’s phone, and he’s joking with his old friend, ribbing him on this unexpected favour the DAA pilot was all too happy to help with. 

“You better not crash my plane, Caleb, or you’ll be very sorry,” the other man warns jokingly. Caleb scoffs and before he ends the call, he says: “Thanks for this, man. Owe you one.” 

He’s in his gear, headphones being tested, while a safety crew checks on the integrity of your safety belt. 

All clear for takeoff, Colonel Xia, the scratchy voice over the intercom buzzes in your earpiece. Captain Gideon Jiang wishes you a safe flight. 

Caleb nods, and ground control backs off in their vehicles, signalling a safe takeoff. He eases you into the controllers, and teaches you the basics of maneuvering. 

Left lever—taxi. Right lever—cruise.

Press the green button to activate autopilot. 

Seems simple enough, and within a few moments, the plane takes to the sky, cruising at a comfortable altitude. The whole world comes to life below and above you through the fortified plexiglass, a myriad of colours and cotton-candy clouds that make you feel like you’re floating in a daydream. 

“It’s… wow…” Words fail you; nothing can come close to describing the sheer magnitude and wonder of being this close to weightlessness, as if gravity itself were embracing you from all sides—lifting you heavenward.  

Caleb reaches out and takes your hand, letting you ground yourself when he notices you’re vibrating in excitement. “I know the feeling,” he finishes for you with a small laugh. “That’s how I felt on my first flight, too.”

Glancing at him, your breath is taken away at the sight of shadows and light interplaying across his features. He looks so handsome that you can’t help yourself from leaning over, and taking him by surprise, your lips pressed to his cheek. 

Pulling back, you catch the faint reddening of his ears, a subtle blush spreading across his face. “That’s pretty bold of you to do, Pi—princess.”

Up here, it’s like the two of you exist in a simple bubble. This is as close to paradise as you can get with him, hidden away from the world—from whatever or whoever that wants to tear him apart from you. You can’t fathom ever sharing this moment with anyone else, and as you take his hand once more, your throat closes with a feeling you never thought you’d experience again—hope. 

He sees a shine in your eyes, senses how you’re suddenly quiet with thought. 

Caleb reaches out with his other hand to cup your cheek, and gazes at you softly. His voice is scratchy over the intercom connecting the two of you, but you hear him clearly all the same. 

“What’s on that pretty little noggin’ of yours?” 

You remove the headset and press your cheek to his shoulder, resting on it as you reflect back to this tumultuous year. Losing him, finding him again, seeing his physical changes, having to navigate a deluge of foreign yet familiar feelings as you embark into this new dynamic with Caleb… there was a lot for you to grieve and still be grateful for.

“Just… everything.” You sum it up. He senses your struggle and takes your hand in his. The aircraft finds refuge amongst the clouds, hovering somewhere between Cloudfaire and Skyhaven, in a green zone. This high up from the world, you can pretend to leave your worries behind; that when the morning came, you and Caleb would be back to your old selves again.

But, you don’t want that. 

You want something more. Something deeper. Something that cannot be named—

“Princess,” he murmurs, as if the loud, raucous thoughts pinging in your head have sent their signals to him. “Come on. Spill. What’s in that pretty head of yours?” he coaxes, and through his reflection on the airplane’s windows, you can see him smiling. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s eating you on the inside out.” 

“I…” your voice falters. 

Summoning the last shred of your courage before you can chicken out, you raise your head, and without thinking—clumsily press a kiss to his pulse point.

Caleb gasps and jerks slightly, as if you electrocuted him. 

A pit yawns in your stomach, opening its gaping maw, threatening to pull you under from the sheer mortification of what you had just done—

Melted purple eyes fill your line of vision, his lips crashing right onto yours. 

Caleb kisses you like he’s trying to suck the air from your lungs. He cradles your cheek, pressing you closer until your body is flush with his. He takes his time, nipping and sucking your lower lip, teeth leaving indents on the soft flesh. 

This is what you want? He whispers hotly against your lips. I can’t be held responsible for what I do next, Y/N. I need you to tell me—clearly. Truthfully. Is this what you want? 

“Mhm… Caleb—” 

Yes. 

Every fiber of your body screams.

Yes, yes, yes. 

You gasp at the feeling of his deft fingers flicking your safety belt flap, leaving you free game for him to grab onto his lap. He chuckles at your yelp when you find yourself plopped right on the seat of his thighs, the simple dress you changed into before flying now hiked up to expose the pillowy softness of your legs.

Caleb leans in, consuming you in one breath. He’s warm under your touch, body thrumming with absolute need.

It’s dizzying—drawing you in. Strong fingers grab your hip, holding you captive on his lap. He grins into the heat of your mouth, peering at you past the gaps of his dark-brown bangs and oh—aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?

Flushed lips, warm cheeks. He could devour you whole.

Your needy little sighs fuel him, making his gaze darken. 

He drags your lips to his, the sounds of your mouths connecting both lewd and loud. You fight to keep up with him, saliva stringing between your heated breaths, twin pairs of violets melting into a lust-puddled goo in your periphery. He’s got you trapped here, his little bird in midair, and with the clouds as your cage and safe haven, you trip head first down into the rabbit hole of his magnetic charm. 

The hard line of his arousal lines up perfectly with your aching, needy cunt; throbbing over him. He hisses, gritting his teeth, Adam’s apple bobbing. He pries his lips from yours with a wet, sticky ‘pop’ and practically growls.

“Can feel ya getting excited princess…”

A flash of heat shoots up your spine. Without meaning to, a whine slips past your teeth. “Caleb. S-stop—”

“Teasing you?” He raises a dark brow. “Nah. Impossible. I want to make you squirm, Princess.”

His fingers dig into your sides, lifting you up closer to him, until you’re angled perfectly enough to wrap your arms around his neck. Caleb drifts his insistent mouth back to your lips, before dragging it down your jaw and nape, the tip of his tongue tasting you; the bite of his teeth sinking into your skin intoxicating. 

“O-oh,” you gasp, shifting your hips. Pleasure souses through your expressions, movements languid as you tip your head back to expose more of yourself to him. 

Caleb huffs. “S’perfect for me, you know that?” You have no idea where he got the courage from to undo the ribbons holding your dress together, but when they melt off your shoulders, you suddenly feel too exposed. 

Too vulnerable.

Caleb shushes you, pressing his lips to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder and bites down softly, as if to soothe you. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers huskily, glancing at you through his long, lovely lashes. 

The sunset’s glow is nothing compared to this rare beauty in his arms—one that he will never tire of looking at day by day. From the shoots of your youth to your full blown beauty, Caleb will always think of you as the most gorgeous person in the world he has ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on. 

He cups your cheek with his large palm, and with a shaky breath, you lean back, letting the front of your dress melt off, exposing the little lacy number you wore underneath. He sucks in a sharp breath, tips of his ears reddening.

His heartbeat is pushing a worrying pace, and he takes in a few deep breaths to steady the rising heat threatening to smother him whole. “Oh,” he whispers. “You… you’re perfect.” 

You shyly duck your head, chewing on your lower lip. “Caleb, you’re… you’re staring—”

“Yeah-uh. You’re gorgeous,” He murmurs in a low tone, licking his lips. He reverently traces his fingers along the swell of your chest, admiring the rise of your sweet, luscious curves, straining and begging to be set free from their lacy cage. 

He takes pity on how voraciously they dig into your skin, and fumbles to unhook your bralette. 

(After all, freedom means the skies, and having you in his arms, right here in the sky is more freedom than his brain can wrap around, and so he needs to see all of you, bare, warm, and waiting for him—at least, that’s what makes sense to him… in his head). 

Caleb’s eyes widen when your sweet skin melts right into his warm palms, nipples swelling, as if shy from his presence. He doesn’t care that the plane is hovering mid-air, or that there’s a risk for air control to hear him committing a huge aerospace violation—he needs to have you right here, right now. Right in this cockpit. 

“Say you need me,” he pants against your neck, kissing down the length, lending some teeth into the skin to mark his desperation. “Say you need me, princess, like I need you—”

“I need you,” you gasp, and feel his hands fumbling underneath your dress to yank your panties down. You groan when the lip of your heat catches on the ridge of his pants, grinding down on the pronounced bulge already twitching against your dampness.

Caleb groans and wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter against him. The warmth of his cheek and chin bleeds into the delicate stretch of your neck, and you feel his hot breath hitting your skin. 

His hands roam across your back, the slight tremble in them noticeable.

He’s nervous. And, you are, too.

It’s a whole new terrain to navigate, and not one that can be easily solved with aero-pinging or coordinates. Once you and Caleb cross this invisible line, there will be no turning back.

Something in your gaze must’ve called out to him, and he answers quietly: “It’s okay… you don’t have to force yourself.”

But, you find that you want to do this. You want him—always and forever.

Leaning in close enough for your lips to brush each other, you whisper, “I want this. I want you.”

Decidedly, it’s enough for him to make up his mind. He growls, the sound low and a painful turn-on, and gently lifts you up, slipping a hand between your bodies to unzip his pants. You help him drag it down, the sound of the zipper punctuating the air like a lewd promise, and once he’s free, he tucks your face back into the crook of his neck.

“It’ll hurt,” he murmurs, “But I’m not gonna hurt you. Trust me.”

You do. A sharp breath in. He rubs your shoulders.

Don’t tense up too much, love. It’ll hurt even more.

With his gentle coaxing in your ears, you suck in another lungful of calm and try to relax your muscles. It’s strange at first—that foreign feeling of something invading your body.

You don’t think anything can compare. But, his fingers tangle in your hair, gently patting your head, reminding you to relax as he sinks in fully.

Brimming to the edge with him, you gasp, glassy eyes finding him and Caleb thinks he’s never seen anyone this beautiful in his life.

He tips your head up and steals your next breath with his lips. Gorgeous, he moans in between kisses. My gorgeous, perfect, princess.

There’s nowhere you can hide. Truth be told, you never want this moment to end.

The feeling of his length dragging along the sensitive ridges of your body, the way he’s handling you so delicately yet his fingers are digging right into your hips with a bruising grip, has you seeing stars. 

Hahh… ahhh. Caleb takes one look at your wrecked expression and has to fight back the urge to smirk. Beautiful. You look so delightfully ruined.

His left hand tangles in your hair, dragging you close, your lips glued to his. “So perfect for me,” he groans. Praises drip onto your open mouth along with beads of his sweat. “So goddamn perfect.”

Your pretty lips purse around his, glossed with his spit as he continues to take, take, and take.

Indulging in greed isn’t part of his set of charms, but right now, being selfless is the last thing on his mind. 

You feel like a dream. All soft, pillowy, plush—Caleb can’t get enough of you.

Clench. Your insides tremble when he noses along your pulse point while deftly tweaking your nipples with his free hand. 

Ahh! You cry out, batting your glossy eyes and damp lashes. M-Meanie. 

He chuckles, and squeezes your little bud until it resembles the tip of a ripe cherry. Can’t help it—your body’s so cute.

Your hips give a little tremor and so does your breath. He laps at the sweat dripping down your chin, salty desperation coating his tongue.

Wild eyes and even wilder, purple ones clash—connect. He thinks he sees forever in your lust-filled pupils.

Mine, aren’t you? All mine.

His possessive words send a shot of electricity where you’re connected, causing you to squeeze down on him. He groans, pretty lashes fluttering, the defined jut of his jaw making you weak in the knees.

He’s so handsome…

“Uh huh,” you mewl, and tighten your grips in his silky locks. “Y-yours.” 

Night throws crystal shades of perfect darkness over your bare body, speckled only by the controlled lights dabbling across your skin like little haloes of gold and green.

The airplane engine hums under his seat, and you’re working yourself to a frenzy on top of him, riding him so hard your plush tits jiggle with every slam of your hips down on his; entrancing him with your desperate grinding and moans.

Gorgeous… perfect…

Low, husky growls slip past his intumescent lips. He looks like a man holding onto the last shred of his control. 

Caleb fucks you like he has all the time in the world.

Languid snap of his hips. Grinding against that spongy spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and body tighten.

Close, you whimper. Oh, Caleb—m’close.

He doubles down on his movements, tongue breaching past your lips to taste you as you fall apart right on his lap. He works you through the blistering pleasure, and before you can blink, he pulls out, splattering all over the softness of your thighs and lower belly. 

Ahh! You cry out, half in astonishment, and the other half in dismay. Caleb—

“Know you’re ovulating today,” he grunts harshly, though his touch on your cheek is soft. A few harsh breaths. He closes his eyes to center himself, before pitching forward and pressing his forehead to yours. Part of his composure recovered, Caleb removes his handkerchief from his pants pocket and gently cleans you up. “Can’t risk my princess no matter how much I…I wanna…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t have to. 

The thought of something that big and momentous happening shuts you right up. And, perhaps, a part of you wants it.

But, baby steps. (Ha)

True love can’t be rushed.

You press your forehead to his and breathe him in. Caleb’s warm and alive under your fingertips, a burning sun you can never ever forget even when you turn blind.

As the stars come out and the world fades into the hum of jet engines and his arms around you, the radio crackles, and from its technical depths, Gideon’s voice emerges.

“Can you two lovebirds please get back to base? The plane’s about to exhaust itself from the sky.” 

Caleb startles, slips his earpiece back on and curses under his breath. “Oi. How much did you hear?”

Gideon chuckles, not willing to let this go, not when he finally has one up over his roommate and oldest.

“Enough to know I’m never borrowing you this plane again, Speedy.”

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[morxwar]

[calebs-good-girl]

I had a question for Caleb himself, hehe. Could we hold hands?

[calebs-good-girl]

omggg... I love ur blog 💛 💖 we love caleb

Omgg thank youuu 💓✨️ and yes Caleb is much loved 🫶🏻

[fairvtaels]

"How many more?"

Alright guys, this is part two to the toxic au! thank you for the amazing response to the first part, i'm glad you guys liked it, definitely something different ig when it comes to the yearning and love sick caleb lol.

(18+, smut, slapping (deserved lol), dirty talking, slight degration? angst)

“Pipsqueak, open the fucking door before I break it open myself.” You could hear Caleb’s teeth grinding behind the door to your apartment, along with the bangs of his fists. Immediately you rush towards the door, swinging it open. He was there standing tall in all his fury, his eyes? No longer the sweet purple and kind irises, no definitely not. Now? Pure solid anger looking right back at you. Caleb quickly charged at you, slamming the door behind him while his other hand gripped onto your right wrist, tugging you towards him.

“Zayne? Really?” He panted against your face. 

“Yeah and what is to you, not the one fucking multiple whores on campus. How the fuck do you even know?” A grunt leaves your lips as his grip tightens around your wrist, his hand completely covering it as he kept you flush against him in place.

“Didn’t you fucking hear me? I told you I see everything, pipsqueak.” His hand let go of your wrist, bringing it up to cradle the side of your face. Brushing a couple of loose strands of your hair away. “Dumb little girl, you think that cute bracelet I made you wouldn’t come in handy? I see and hear, everything.” His tone low and cold, barely in a whisper. Now sneaking his arm around the small of your waist. You broke out of his gaze, glancing down at the sleek black bracelet he had gotten you for your birthday. You didn’t think much of it then, it was for sure more up Caleb’s alley than yours, but you still accepted it because it was something from him, and it reminded you of him whenever you looked at it. 

“So you spy on me now?” You snort back, giving him a slight push at his chest but he doesn’t budge, not even a blink. “Shut the fuck up, not here to talk about me. Is this how you’re lowering yourself now? Fucking Zayne out of spite to me? Or is it that you’re that desperate to jump on another dick besides mine?” Caleb spits through his teeth, utterly stabbing you through the heart, more so cutting deep into your long years of your friendship.

SMACK!

Your hand came down across his left cheek without any hesitation, you could hardly recognize who the hell was in front of you, it was past the point of any reconciliation or for him to beg for forgiveness. You watched how his head tilted at the smack of your hand, his eyes glaring up at yours, his own hand coming up to soothe the sting but it’s no use, shocked at your reaction but he knew he had it coming after what slipped out his tongue. Caleb’s hands quickly come at your waist, crashing his lips against yours in a rough and desperate kiss, groaning into his mouth as your hands firmly press down onto his chest, trying to push him away but he remains, quickly winning you over as his tongue slips into your mouth, like putty melting into his touch. The kiss rough and sloppy as strings of saliva connect both of your lips every time he pulls back for air.

“I’ll make you eat your damn words…regret every second you spent moaning for him, you know damn well he could never come close to me, to this.” Caleb groans into your mouth in a promise, sliding his hand down from your waist to the back of your thighs, tightly gripping them before lifting you up into his arms with such ease. Tossing you onto the couch before he fits himself between your legs, his hands pushing your skirt and panties down in one firm tug. His eyes zeroing at your core, still slightly damp from your previous fuck with Zayne. A growl leaves him, and he doesn’t know if that turns him on or angers him more. Caleb could give two fucks about giving you foreplay, spend time teasing you. No, he was going to fuck you. Determined to ruin you all completely. You hear the sound of his zipper come down and without a warning, he plunges his cock into your wet aching hole, and of course he slips in so easily. A smirk forms at his lip as he watches your eyes roll back white, he knew at the end of the day his dick is the one you wanted. Caleb’s pace relentless from the start, deep and quick, pounding you into the couch.

“You--you fucking asshole.” You grit through your teeth, trying to hold back a moan as his cock deliciously drives in and out of your cunt. “God…I hate you.” 

“Oh I’m sure you hate me…i’m sure you fucking do, that’s why you’re getting my dick all fucking wet huh?” He teases you as his grin grows at his lips, his hands reaching down to pull your legs up, letting them hang at his shoulders before letting his weight down on you leaving you breathless. There was no way you could suppress your moans any longer, feeling Caleb much deeper in the position he had you in. 

“No--not as wet as I got him.” You spit back.

“You still won’t shut that mouth huh? Always bitching about something but never moaning enough for my cock.” He grunts, Caleb’s hips keeping their momentum, fast and hard as he reaches your panties from the floor. With his index finger and thumb he forces your mouth open, shoving your cotton panties into your mouth, letting your moans get muffled. Watching through your heavy lidded eyes, you make up the smirk that forms at his lips. Completely satisfied at the sight that he could salivate, a mental picture for later. 

“Cmon baby, say how much you hate me now…say it.” Caleb mumbles through his groans, pushing his cock deeper into you, wanting to bury himself in you, wanting to leave his mark in you, to make you know no one…absolutely no one could fill you the way he does. Letting out a teasing and a mocking chuckle as he only hears your muffled whimpers and moans, loving every second of it. “Mm..so pretty for me, filled with my cock…stuffed with your panties. Fuck--None of those girls could take me the way you do baby, none.” 

Caleb absolutely had you in a trance, moaning his name repeatedly like it was the only thing you knew. The sounds of your slick cunt welcoming him in filling the silence of your living room along with the creaks of your couch beneath the both of you. Tiny stars surrounding your gaze every time you’d look up at him through your lashes, and god did he love that look on you. Wrecked and all dick drunk for him, he could almost fill you to the brim right then and there, but not yet. His fingers pull the panties out your mouth, tossing them somewhere across the room, the aching need to feel and consume your noises winning Caleb over.

His lips captured yours in a deep and needy kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, savoring the taste of your mouth as if it were the last time, which in a way he knew it was and he hated it. The realization hitting him like a ton of bricks, wanting to slow down time but he also felt himself close. The way your warm velvety walls tightened around him, your pussy fitting his dick perfectly as he continued his thrusts. “Please…please i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” Caleb begged into your ear, sneaking his arms beneath your back as he clings onto you. The sounds of your needy cries and whimpers pushing him closer to his own release. “I don’t deserve you--shit… i’m close.” The tone of his voice filled with need and desperation, desperate to keep you in his arms, just his alone. 

Hearing his pleads, your eyes began to well up. Your vision blurry while tears rolled down your cheeks, the direction of your emotions going everywhere. Feeling so good with the man that drove you to insanity, pushing all the right buttons yet this is the same man who could rip your heart out into a million pieces. All you could do was cling to him, digging your nails into the flesh of his back, dragging them down as you leave your last mark on him as your orgasm hits you. Moaning out his name like the countless times you have done before, your body arching towards his. Feeling the way his hands travel down to your waist holding you pressed down against the bed. 

“That’s my girl…let go, let me feel everything.”  He murmurs against your cheek.

Asshole, I was never yours…not even once.

Not even five thrusts after you came, Caleb spills himself into you. Painting your walls white with his seed. He came so much that you felt how it began to leak out of you, making a mess on the fabric of the cushions of the couch. The both of you panting heavily, savoring the aftershocks of your orgasms, Caleb’s breath tickling the skin of your neck while your breath hit the shell of his ear. As he pulls his head out the crook of your neck, Caleb’s eyes take your tears into notice but  he remain silent, gently stroking the wet skin from your cheek dry with his thumb. He could hear this own heart thudding against his chest, seein you like this completely broke him, he fucked up.

He fucked you over, and for what? His own selfishness? Ten minute quickies? A friendship of almost 20 years down the drain. And now? The possibility of being together vanished before his eyes. 

“Hey…I love--” 

“Don’t. Don’t say you love me, Caleb. We’re done…whatever this was…it’s done.” You say quietly, holding back the knot that forms at your throat. Your hands graze at his chest as you push him off you, quickly slipping your panties and skirt on, not bothering to look at him one last time you force yourself down the hall of your apartment. 

Caleb could hear the sobs of your cries behind your bedroom, it pained him and all he could do was stare straight down at his hands, broken. He had no one but himself to blame. He quickly dressed himself up, his eyes glancing around as he takes your place in one last time, everything had your touch. The slightly wilted flowers by your kitchen, the throw blanket by the couch in your favorite color, and all the plushies you kept that he’d win you at the fair. Savoring your unique scent one last time, trying to engrave it in his body and keep a piece of you. Reluctantly his feet lead him to your door, slipping the dogtag you once gifted him off his neck, gently placing it down against the dresser by your door

…in hopes that one day, you’ll return it back.

[deepspacedarling]

Sitting on Caleb's Face

Warning: Cunnilingus

AN: @his_lily00 on tiktok inspired this little diddy. I love you girl, stay freaky, never change.

Caleb x reader

He's been asking for weeks for you to sit on his face. He already enjoys eating you out but he's never gotten you to climb on top of him like that.

If you're worried about being too heavy, he immediately waves the thought away. If you're REALLY worried about being too heavy, he promises to use his evol to make sure you don't crush him.

When you finally agree, he drops everything he's doing and lays down right then and there. It doesn't matter if he's in the living room or the bedroom, he's finally getting exactly what he wants and he's not going to give you a chance to second guess yourself.

He prefers if you just push your panties aside to let him eat you out. He likes when you keep them on during sex and this is no different. There's something hot about just pulling them to the side and fucking you. Like he can't wait the extra three seconds to take them off of you. He needs to have you right now.

When he finally gets his tongue inside you, it's perfect. He's always been good about eating you out. He enjoys it a lot. But something about you being on top of him while he does it really gets him going. Your soaking wet pussy just drips directly into his mouth and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Every little noise you let out just makes him want to bury his face further into your pussy. When you grab a fistful of his hair and try to rock your hips onto his face, he groans so loud you're sure the neighbors heard him.

Slowly but surely, you can feel your body beginning to move. It isn't until his face is buried in your pussy that you realize he's not using his evol on you anymore.

If you try to get up, he's digging his fingers into your thighs to keep you in place. He'll use his evol again if only to make sure that you. don't. move.

Can he breathe? Who cares. He doesn't. He's in heaven right now and if going to Heaven means he gets to stay there, that's a sacrifice he's willing to make.

He's curling his tongue inside you, tasting everything that he can't. He can't get enough of the way you taste. He usually pretty vocal in bed but he's extra vocal right now. This is all he's ever wanted.

He sucks on your clit a little too hard and you cum hard enough to see stars. You pull harder on his hair and the mix of the pain from his hair and your pussy clenching around his tongue makes him cum without a single touch to his cock.

He keeps sucking until you're a whining mess on top of him. He cums longer than he's used to and there's a large stain quickly forming on his pants.

From that moment forward, he'll whine and beg for you to sit on his face more often. He's already gotten a taste for it, he wants more.

Requests are Open!!

[osachiyo]

ꪆৎ Caleb, who fucks you in a mean headlock in the middle of your little date — now ruined because of your bratty attitude.

# tws: n/sfw, rough s.ex, degradation, mean!caleb, headlock (duh), he calls himself gege like once, im horrible at writing accents forgive me pls + etc. ik this is very short and self indulgent .. i just needed to get it out of my head.

“I take s-some time off of work t-to— fuck! s’tight baby— take my girl on a cute lil’ date and she fuckin’ r-ruins it by runnin’ her little m-mouth off at me?” Caleb growled into your ear, hips smacking against your ass as his abs pressed against your sweaty back.

“O-oh, Caleb!” You whined before your eyes widened as you felt his arm warp around your throat— effectively trapping you in a headlock. Your gummy walls clenched down on his cock at the pressure of his arm pressing against your throat — not enough to hurt, but to make you lightheaded.

“Dumb f-fuckin’— shitshitshit s’good!— would’ve spoiled ya i-if you didn’t act like a d-damn brat,” he hissed, hips speeding their up their pace, clapping against the plump flesh of your ass with each thrust. Caleb bit down on the curve of your neck, arm still wrapped around your throat as he whined into your ear, “w-would’ve ate your cute pussy out ‘n everythin’..” you gasped as he slipped his free hand down to rub at your clit, the cold metal making your pussy gush around his fat cock. Fuck, your cunt was practically milking him dry.

Caleb’s grip tightened around you, another growl escaping his chest, “but no, you wanted to act like a fuckin’ bratty little princess instead. Now your poor pussy is paying the price, yeah?” He flicked his mechanical thumb at your clit— making you pant and claw at the arm around your throat.

He grinned, a mischievous expression lacing his handsome features as he whispered in your ear— “but I know you like it… like being fucked like a slut by your gege’s big cock, hmm?”

note.. hi 😇 been a while

[xyzyearner-deactivated20250415]

"Nasty dawg"

"...Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty

I can't stop lookin' at her ti-ti-ti- face

Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog

Little did she know I'm a nasty dog..."— Caleb.

summary: like, whatever the song 'said'— dog-hybrid!Caleb x human!mc, slightly ooc, ooc scenario— orphan dog-hybrid Caleb was brought as a "guard dog" to protect & look after mc, freakyleb cuz I like it, size difference(he's seven feet tall), humping, unprotected s€x, creampies, knot forming (cuz he's a dawggg), breeding kink, mention of lactation & pregnancy....

tags: mdni, smut, pure heavy filthy smut, p0rn w plot, grab ur snacks cuz it's getting spicey here! (long ahh fic cuz my fingers won't stop for Caleb👅)

• somi's note— don't engage if u don't like this shit bro, like genuinely, some people might not like it so just scroll away bruh, it's not that hard. Gonna touch some grass after creating this filth... but u guys enjoy! 👅

"Damn, that dawg just won’t stop chewing on the bars, will it?" The old salesman spat, pulling another cigarette from the drawer behind his shop counter. The lighter sparked, and the rusty cigar glowed red. Another day in the shop with no customers for this particular young pup.

The pup snarled at the shopkeeper, its purple eyes blazing with hate and envy. It had witnessed the worst species to walk the earth—humans—while its own kind remained chained by the neck. These humans were the cause of its two broken arm bones, the unforgiving dark purple bruises covering its body, and the choking collar around its neck.

"Even if I set the lowest price for this fine dog, they still wouldn’t buy it. Remember when it bit that rich businessman in town? We had to pay his hospital bills. I’m afraid to take another risk," the old man sighed, blowing a smoke ring into the air.

His employee, a young man, scoffed and jabbed the pup in the ribs with a metal rod, drawing a painful snarl from the animal—its vocal cords too young to fully growl. "Why can’t it just listen to its master and be a good dawg? Tch, pathetic."

"BARK! BARK! BARK!"

"AYE, SHUT UP, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

A heavy strike from the metal rod silenced the pup after a helpless squeak. It licked its bleeding wound and glared daggers at the man who’d hit it. This guy beat it every day—nothing new there.

The pup curled up in the corner of its cage, its fluffy, dirty tail wrapping around its waist, trying to keep itself warm and grounded in this cruel world.

Every muzzle they’d bought for it was useless—it somehow ripped them off its mouth and tore them apart violently. Eventually, they stopped buying muzzles and let it chew on the bars instead. It lost its two front teeth in the process.

No one dared buy him, the scary, violent, aggressive "mad dog." "I’m telling you, boss, he’s mentally unstable… unlike other dogs," the employee said.

That is, until one day, someone did buy him.

An old lady from another town.

"I need a guard dog for my granddaughter," she said.

And things changed since then.

The old lady squinted through her thick glasses at the snarling pup, her wrinkled hands clutching a worn leather purse. “I need a guard dog for my granddaughter,” she repeated, her voice raspy but firm.

The salesman raised a bushy eyebrow, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled lazily toward the ceiling. “This one? Lady, you sure? He’s a biter. Damn near took a chunk outta some fancy suit last month. And he’s… well, he ain’t just a dog, y’know.” He tapped his cigarette ash onto the floor, eyeing the pup’s purple gaze and the way its bruised arms flexed against the bars. “Half-human, half-mutt. A demi-hybrid. Trouble on two legs—or four, depending on his mood.”

The old lady didn’t flinch. “Good. I need trouble. My little girl’s folks just passed—car wreck, God rest ‘em and I’m too old to swing a broom at thieves or chase off creeps. She’s all I got left, and I ain’t letting this world ruin her up too. This one’ll do.”

The salesman shrugged, scratching his stubbled chin. “Your funeral. Or somebody’s. Price is five hundred bucks—lowest I’ll go. Take him as is, no refunds.”

“Done,” she said, fishing out a crumpled stack of bills from her purse. “Get him ready.”

The young employee smirked, grabbing a smaller cage from the back—a rusty, dented thing barely big enough for a regular dog, let alone a hybrid. “C’mon, you little bastard,” he muttered, jabbing the pup with the metal rod again. The pup snapped its jaws, a guttural snarl ripping from its throat, but the salesman joined in, pinning its arms while the employee forced it into the cramped cage. Its tail thrashed, knocking against the bars, and its bruised limbs twisted painfully as they slammed the door shut. A padlock clicked into place.

“Feisty one,” the old lady mused, almost smiling. “He’ll keep her safe.”

The salesman grunted, hefting the cage into the back of her beat-up truck. “Hope your granddaughter’s got thick skin. This mutt’s got a hell of a temper.”

“She’s tougher than she looks,” the old lady replied, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Runs in the family.”

The truck rattled down the road, the cage jostling in the back as the pup glared out at the world blurring by—grimy streets giving way to quieter lanes, then a towering penthouse looming against the skyline. The old lady hauled the cage up in the elevator, her bony arms trembling but determined. When the doors slid open, she dragged it into the pristine living room and popped the lock.

“Out you go,” she wheezed, stepping back.

The pup tumbled out, landing in a heap of matted fur and bruised flesh. Its purple eyes darted around, taking in the plush carpets, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the faint smell of lavender. Then it froze. A small figure stood in the doorway—a girl, no older than six, with messy hair and a too-big sweater swallowing her frame. You.

“Grandma, what’s that?” you chirped, your voice bright despite the shadows under your eyes. You stepped closer, head tilted, curiosity lighting up your face like a spark in the dark. “He’s all dirty! And… he’s got hands?”

The old lady chuckled, easing herself onto a couch. “He’s yours now, sweet pea. Half-dog, half-boy. Gonna keep you safe since I can’t run after you no more. Your ma and pa woulda wanted that.”

You crouched down, fearless, peering at the pup—him—as he growled low, his tail flicking warily. “Hi,” you said, grinning. “I’m me! Who’re you? Do you like cookies? I got some in the kitchen—Grandma made ‘em yesterday.”

The pup blinked, his snarl faltering. No one had ever talked to him like that—no yelling, no rods, just… cookies? He stayed crouched, nails digging into the carpet, but his purple eyes followed you as you hopped up and ran off, returning with a chipped plate piled high with chocolate chip cookies.

“See? Told ya!” you said, plopping cross-legged in front of him. “You’re all banged up. Did someone be mean to you? Grandma says the world’s mean sometimes, but we don’t gotta be.”

The old lady watched from the couch, her tired eyes softening. The pup didn’t move, didn’t bark—just stared at you, this tiny, cheerful thing who didn’t flinch at his scars or his glare. For the first time in forever, his tail twitched—not in anger, but something else. Something new.

The penthouse hums with quiet now, a year since Grandma’s raspy voice stopped echoing off the walls. She’d gone peaceful in her sleep, leaving you the keys to the place and the tangled mess of the family business—rental properties, a couple of shady deals, and more money than you’d ever dreamed of as a kid. The lavender smell’s faded, replaced by coffee and the faint musk of dog. Caleb’s scent.

He’s sprawled across the hardwood floor, massive as a bear now, his huge brown tail thumping lazily against the rug. It matches his wild mane of hair—shaggy, dark, and untamed. You named him Caleb way back when you were little, after that ratty dog plushie was given you as a toddler. You thought he looked just like it with his floppy ears and those soulful eyes. Back then, he’d been a scrawny, bruised thing, all snarls and broken bones. Now? He’s a wall of muscles, a fully grown demi-hybrid with a dog tag dangling around his thick neck—your name etched into the metal in loopy script. A claim. A promise.

You’re not that small, cheerful kid anymore either. Life’s hardened you some—losing your folks, then Grandma, running the penthouse and the business. But with Caleb, you’re still soft, still the girl who’d plopped down with cookies and no fear. He’s different with you too. Clingy as hell, nudging his big head under your hand for scratches, whining if you step too far away. A puppy in a giant’s body. But with others? He’s a loaded gun.

“Stay back,” he growls low, his voice a rumble that’s half-human, half-beast, whenever someone—delivery guy, tenant, whoever—gets too close to the penthouse door. Those purple eyes, once burning with hate, now flare with something fiercer: possession. His ears flatten, his tail goes stiff, and his lips peel back to show teeth that could crunch bone. He can’t stand them—anyone who isn’t you. Last week, he nearly took a chunk out of some sleazy lawyer who’d leaned too close during a meeting. You had to slip him an extra steak to calm him down.

“Caleb, easy,” you say, tossing him a grin as you shuffle through papers on the glass desk. He huffs, dropping his head onto your lap, but his eyes never leave you. Always watching. Always close. That tag jingles when he shifts, your name glinting in the dim light. He’s been with you through it all—Grandma’s funeral, the sleepless nights figuring out the books, the threats from rivals who thought a young woman couldn’t hold the reins. He’d stood guard, a hulking shadow at your side, claws out when words weren’t enough.

Now, he pads over, his huge frame casting a shadow across the desk. He nudges your arm with his nose, whining softly—a sound that’d be ridiculous from something so big if it weren’t so damn familiar. “What, big guy?” you tease, ruffling his hair. “Miss me already? I’m right here.”

He flops down beside you, tail curling around your ankle like he’s anchoring you to him. With you, he’s still that pup from years ago, soft and needy, begging for cookies and a kind word. But let anyone else step into his orbit, and those dog instincts kick into overdrive—ears pricked, hackles up, ready to tear the world apart if it so much as looks at you wrong.

You lean back in your chair, staring out the penthouse windows at the city sprawling below. It’s yours now, all of it—Grandma’s legacy, the business, the life you’ve built. And Caleb? He’s yours too, dog tag and all, the one constant in a world that’s never stopped trying to take from you. He lifts his head, resting it on your knee, and you smile. Thick and thin don’t even cover it.

He’s devoted—God, is he devoted. Follows you like a shadow, purple eyes tracking your every move, soft whines slipping out when you’re too far. But it’s not just loyalty anymore. It’s something else, something he shouldn’t feel. Something that twists his gut and sets his blood on fire when his rut hits. Those days, he’s a mess—panting, restless, his instincts screaming. Your scent, that mix of coffee and skin he’s known since he was a pup, turns into a drug he can’t shake. It drives him mad.

The dog tag with your name still hangs around his neck, a tether he clings to. But something’s shifted. Something heavy sits between you, unspoken, clawing at the edges of what you used to be.

“Caleb, you okay?” you’ll ask, frowning as he stumbles over his words, ears twitching.

“Fine,” he growls, voice rougher than usual. “Just—stay out today. Drop food at my door. Don’t come in.” Then he bolts, collaring himself in his room—a thick leather strap he locks around his own neck, chaining himself to the wall like some feral beast. He tells himself it’s for your sake. Tells himself you’d hate him if you knew.

But when you’re gone—off to work, running the empire Granny left you—he can’t hold it together. The second your footsteps fade and the penthouse door clicks shut, he’s out. Door flung open, chain dangling uselessly behind him. He beelines for your room, your bed, your pillow. That scent—your scent—clings to it, and he’s done for. He buries his face in it, growling low, hips grinding against the fabric like some pathetic, needy dog. Fingers dig into the sheets, tail thrashing, and he hates himself for it. Hates how bad he wants you, how every rut turns him into this—this thing that’d scare you off if you ever saw. He’s a mess of fur and shame, humping your pillow ‘til it’s soaked with his cum, muttering your name like a prayer he’s got no right to say.

He always cleans up after. Straightens the bed, hides the evidence, scrubs the strains from his thick cum. You can’t know. You’d hate him—kick him out, call him sick, and he’d deserve it. He’s supposed to protect you, not… this. So he keeps it locked down, buried deep, till the next rut hits and he’s back at square one.

Until one day, you catch him.

You weren’t supposed to be home early. Some meeting got canceled, and you’d slipped back into the penthouse quiet as a ghost, heels off so you wouldn’t wake him if he was napping. But he wasn’t napping. The door to your room’s cracked open, and there he is—Caleb, all seven feet of him, hunched over your bed. His massive frame trembles, tail stiff, hips snapping against your pillow with a frantic rhythm. His growls are guttural, broken by whines, your name spilling out between clenched teeth. That dog tag jingles with every thrust, your name glinting in the dim light like a brand.

He doesn’t hear you at first. Doesn’t see you standing there, frozen, eyes wide. But then you shift—floorboard creaks—and his head turns around. Purple eyes lock on yours, pupils blown wide, and for a second, he looks like he’s been shot. Pillow drops from his grip, damp and crumpled. His chest heaves, sweat glistening, and he scrambles back, slamming into the wall hard enough to rattle the frames.

“Shit—shit, no, I—” His voice cracks, hands clawing at the collar still loose around his neck like he could choke the truth out of himself. “Don’t—don’t look at me. I didn’t mean—fuck, you weren’t supposed to—” He’s panting, tail tucked, ears flat against his head. “You hate me. You gotta hate me now.”

You just stand there, staring at this giant, broken thing—your Caleb—waiting for your judgment to fall.

You can’t tear your eyes off him. Caleb’s sprawled on your bed, your pillow still clamped between his thick thighs, damp with his need. He’s fully naked—first time you’ve seen him like this, grown into his full hybrid form.

And God, it’s overwhelming. Muscle ripples under his sweat soaked skin, broad shoulders flexing with every shaky breath, abs carved deep from years of pent-up power. His dog ears flop low, plastered against his skull in shame, that huge brown tail limp across his back. His face is flushed red, purple eyes wide and glassy, brimming with guilt. But it’s lower your gaze snags—his dick, thick and heavy, jutting up from a tangle of dark hair, pulsing with a desperation he can’t hide. How the hell did he keep that under wraps all these years?

He’s frozen, hands hovering like he’s not sure if he should cover himself or just let you see the mess he’s become. “I—I’m sorry,” he stammers, voice cracking, rough with that canine growl. “You weren’t supposed to see this. I’m disgusting. You hate me, don’t you?”

Your throat’s dry, but you find your voice, stepping closer. “Caleb, stop. I don’t hate you.” His head jerks up, ears twitching. “You’re all I’ve got—since Grandma died, it’s just us. My love for you… it’s bigger than anything. Bigger than this.”

He blinks, tears welling up, but there’s something else in those purple eyes now—hunger, raw and unfiltered. The rut’s got him in its jaws, and he’s losing it. He slides off the bed, dropping to all fours, crawling toward you like some feral thing. His nose twitches, sniffing the air, catching your scent.

You’re still in your work skirt, blouse clinging to your skin from the day’s heat, and he’s zeroing in. His big hands paw at the floor, tail flicking once as he closes the gap. Then he’s at your feet, shoving his head under your skirt, nose pressing against your thighs, inhaling deep. Your musk hits him, and a guttural groan rips out of his chest.

“Fuck—fuck,” he rasps, voice muffled against your skin. “I’m a bad dog. Nasty dog. Can’t stop—your smell, it’s—” He’s trembling, fingers twitching onto the hardwood, his breath hot and ragged against your panties. “it's too strong. I’m sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I'm a bad dog...bad dog!” His tongue darts out, a wet swipe over the fabric, and you jolt, heat pooling low in your gut. “What d’you do with me when I’m like this? Tell me—please, what d’you do?”

You should push him away. Should tell him to lock himself back up. But you don’t. That love you just swore—it’s twisted up with something darker, something that’s been simmering too long. “Caleb,” you whisper, voice steady despite the tremor in your legs. “Get up here.”

He whines, a needy sound, but obeys, surging to his feet. He towers over you, all muscle and heat, cock bobbing as he moves. You grab his arm—God, it’s like gripping steel—and pull him toward the bed. Clothes hit the floor fast—your blouse, skirt, panties, his tag jingling as he watches, panting. You’re bare in seconds, and he’s on you, hands rough but trembling as he pushes you back onto the mattress.

“Gonna be bad,” he mutters, climbing over you, his tail thrashing. “Can’t stop—need you.” His nose buries into your neck, licking, biting, and then he’s lining up, that thick, dripping length nudging against you. One thrust, and he’s buried deep, stretching you so full it steals your breath. He groans, loud and broken, hips snapping hard like he’s unraveling. “Fuck, you’re—so good, so tight—my girl, mine—”

You clutch his shoulders, nails biting into fur and flesh, meeting every brutal pump. His rut’s got him feral, but you’re right there with him, lost in the heat, the weight of him pinning you down. “Gawd!” you gasp, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Fuck, too big!"

He whimpers, a sound that’s half-puppy, half-man, and keeps going, pounding into you like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he stops. The bed creaks, your pillow’s long forgotten, and all that’s left is you and him—raw, messy, and tangled up in something neither of you can name.

The bed’s a battlefield now, sheets twisted and damp beneath you as Caleb ruts into you with a desperation that’s all animal. His massive frame looms, sweat-slick skin brushing onto yours, those purple eyes wild and locked on yours. His dog tag jangles with every thrust, your name glinting in the low light, and his huge brown tail lashes behind him, smacking the mattress like a whip. He’s deep—so fucking deep—his thick cock splitting you open, every ridge and vein dragging against your walls. You’re clawing at his back, nails digging into his back muscle, legs locked around his waist as he drives into you like he’s trying to claim your soul.

“Mine,” he growls, voice a gravelly snarl, teeth grazing your throat. His nose’s pressed there, hot breath puffing over your pulse as he licks a stripe up your neck, tasting salt and skin. “Gonna—fuck—gonna fill you up. Can’t stop it.” His hips snap harder, brutal, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the penthouse. You feel it then—his base swelling, thickening, that telltale knot starting to form. It’s his dog side taking over, primal and relentless, and it’s stretching you wider, pushing you to the edge of too much.

“Caleb—” you gasp, voice breaking as he grinds that knot against you, not quite locking yet but teasing, threatening. Your cunt clenches around him, slick and hot, and he whines—a high, needy sound that’s pure puppy despite his size.

“Gonna knot you,” he pants, large fingers digging into your hips, pinning you down. “Gonna breed you—fuck, you’re gonna take it all. Get you pregnant, swell you up with my pups.” His words tumble out, half-mad with rut, and his thrusts turn sloppy, desperate. “Want you full of me—dripping, round, mine forever.” He’s losing it, tongue lolling out, drooling onto your chest as he stares at your tits bouncing with every slam.

You’re dizzy, drowning in him—the musk of his fur, the heat of his breath, the way his cock throbs inside you. “Do it,” you moan, arching up, offering yourself completely. “Knot me, Caleb—breed me.” It’s reckless, filthy, but you mean it, and it’s like flipping a switch in him.

He snarls, a sound that rattles the windows, and slams in one last time. The knot catches, swelling fully, locking him inside you with a stretch that burns and blooms into something euphoric. You cry out, half-pain, half-pleasure, as he seals you together, his cock pulsing hot and heavy. “Fuck—there it is,” he groans, hips jerking as he starts to spill, thick ropes of cum flooding you. “Takin’ it so good—my good girl, my mate.”

He’s still moving, shallow little thrusts, grinding that knot deeper, and you feel every spurt, every gush painting your insides. It’s too much, too full, and your body’s trembling, climax ripping through you as you clamp down on him. “Caleb—oh God—” you whimper, shaking, and he’s right there, licking your jaw, your cheeks, possessive and frantic.

“Gonna keep you like this,” he mutters, voice slurring with lust. His hands slide up, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples. They’re sensitive already, swollen from the way he’s been staring at them, and he fixates, eyes darkening. “These—fuck, they’re gonna leak for me. Gonna suck ‘em dry when you’re full of my pups.” He pinches one, hard, and you jolt, a fresh wave of heat spiking between your legs.

“Want that?” he growls, shifting his weight, the knot tugging but holding firm. “Want me to milk you, drink you up while you’re round with my litter?” He ducks his head, snout nuzzling your chest, and then his tongue’s on you—wet, rough, lapping at one nipple like he’s already tasting it. “Gonna be so sweet—fuck, I can smell it already.”

You’re lost in it, nodding, moaning as he sucks, teeth grazing just enough to sting. “Yes—please, Caleb—” you pant, hands tangling in his hair, tugging his ears. He growls against your skin, sucking harder, and his free hand kneads your other breast, squeezing like he’s coaxing it to give him what he craves. The knot’s still lodged, his cum still seeping into you, and he’s relentless, rut-fueled fantasies spilling out.

“Gonna fuck you every day ‘til it takes,” he rasps, pulling off your nipple with a wet pop, leaving it glistening. “Keep you stuffed—knot you every night, watch you swell. Then I’ll lick these—” he flicks your nipple with his tongue, “—‘til you’re dripping for me, begging me to drink.” His hips twitch, knot pulsing, and another hot spurt fills you, making you shudder.

You’re a mess—sweat-soaked, cum-drenched, pinned under his bulk—and you love it. “Do it,” you breathe, grinding against him, the knot rubbing just right. “Breed me, milk me—whatever you want, I’m yours.” It’s a surrender, a vow, and he takes it like a starving dog with a bone.

He lunges up, kissing you messy and deep, tongue shoving into your mouth, tasting you while he ruts that knot against your walls. His tail’s wagging now, smacking your thigh, and he’s whining into the kiss, overwhelmed. “Love you—fuck, love you so much,” he chokes out, and then he’s coming again, a second wave flooding you, his knot throbbing as he pumps you full.

You climax with him, screaming his name, body seizing as he keeps licking your tits, sucking, growling about pups and milk and forever. It’s filthy, primal, and endless—his knot tying you together, his seed claiming you, his mouth promising more. When he finally collapses, panting, snout buried in your cleavage, you’re both spent, sticky, and bound. He nuzzles you, murmuring,

“My mate—my everything,” and you know there’s no going back.

somi's final note— what ovulation does to a bitch, anyways idk what i just created but damn, this kinda eats. I probably won't survive him irl but whatever, that won't stop me from being freaky! AYYE 👅

[fairvtaels]

Toxic Au! Caleb x Reader

(mentions of cheating, obsessive behavior from mc/reader, darker theme, slight smut?)

Alright yall, this is my first LADS fic so please bare with me, lol. 

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. That’s all your leg seemed to do as you sat on the bleachers, your eyes never leaving his form, that damned 6’2 form in all its glory going back and forth as Caleb ran across the court. The Linkon vs. Skyhaven basketball game, and even if you were part of the Linkon Uni, there was no way in hell you’d go for the team that’s going against your best friend. Cheers and woos filling the auditorium as Skyhaven scores a three-pointer, but your face remains stoic as you hear the conversation beside you.

“Damn, that sophomore got skills, what’s his name again?” The brunette asks her friend beside her. Jesus her voice was like nails scratching against a chalkboard. Still, your eyes remain on Caleb as he stands across the court taking a quick water break, his purple eyes quickly glazing over your way, shooting you a small smile.

“Not sure, Caleb I think? He’s hot but definitely not my type..though, Minah for sure got a taste of that last weekend at Gideon’s party. Whole place was wasted off their minds, those seven minutes in heaven turned into a 30 minute quickie.” The blonde replies, oh were you about to kill someone.

Quickie? Oh so now we’re having quickies with other whores on campus now? Much less, lied to me over the phone. I knew it. I knew it wasn’t just a dumb lecture study at Gideon’s place, I should’ve checked on you myself instead of just trusting your stupid location. 

Your blood was beyond the point of boiling, fuming through your nostrils as you abruptly stood up from the bleachers, earning a couple of stares from you. Hurriedly walking down the stairs before you could storm out of the auditorium’s doors on the side, your feet taking your body as you try to gain some type of fresh air but the thoughts were suffocating you, swallowing every part of your brain and all you saw was red.

What else are you hiding from me Caleb? How many other girls are there? You’re mine. You know you’re mine.

Standing now in the middle of Caleb’s dorm it was like you blacked out from then on, aggressively going through his drawers, trying to find what? You didn’t even know it yourself, but you wanted to see what else your precious best friend was hiding from you, keeping you in the dark from. Clothes, clutter and papers now scattered all over the carpeted floor. It was until you finally crouched down to look under his bed, a misplaced shoebox all the way at the end, tucked away.

You slid your body underneath, a grunt leaving you as you reached for it. Dusting off the top of it you open it, piles upon piles of letters inside there. Crumbled and from the looks of it already read. Some mixed with letters you’ve written to him since you two were kids, for his birthday, his graduations, or just random letters. But some…some were not yours and not your handwriting. 

“Caleb, my love, happy anniversary. Six full months with you baby, I love you more and more each day I spend with you and I’ve completely fallen in love with you without a doubt. You hold a special place in my heart, and no one could ever replac-” Your hands furiously ripped the paper in pieces, thousands of them as tears rolled down your cheeks, your heart aching to burst out of your chest as you let out a scream. A scream of frustration, anger, and heartbreak all together. No, there’s no way right? Caleb wouldn’t keep such a secret from you, right? It was way worse than hearing about his random quickies at parties, a whole relationship. 

Fury was written all over you, how could he. This was not the Caleb you knew, he told you everything! You knew him like the back of your hand and more so now that you started fooling around with him. The late night calls, touching yourself as he whispered filthy words to you over the phone while your fingers thrusted in and out of you, imagining it was his cock stretching you. Fucking in his car whenever one or the other called, and now you’ve become the side piece? 

The sound of the door locking behind you immediately shoots you up straight, meeting your gaze with Caleb’s purple hues of his eyes. Pale he stood as he glanced at the torn paper surrounding you.

“Pips-” His voice trembled and before he could finish even saying the damned pet name he gave you years ago, your lips vomited out the words you never even dared to say to Caleb ever in your life.

“Fuck you, Caleb. Fuck. You.” 

“It’s not how you think it is, her and I date-”

“The fuck you mean it’s not like how it is Caleb?! You had a girlfriend this whole time and I never once heard about this girl? What, did she not satisfy you enough that you had to resort to me and other girls? Or what, did you not think I wasn’t going to find out about that either, about your disgusting quickies.” A scoff leaves you as you toss the last bit of letters at him, not even bothering to look into them, as you quickly reach out to him, snatching his phone away from his grip. Knowing everything about him, you unlock his phone immediately.

Melissa: U up? 

10:23 PM

Sabrina: miss u daddy <3 come see me..

8:18 PM

Minah: Hey baby, almost done?

5:47 PM

Obsessively scrolling down through his messages, all messages from today or days ago. You felt disgusted, not only did the guy have a whole girlfriend, but you weren’t the only girl on the side. Who was he? 

Caleb fought against you, trying to take his phone back from your hands but you were all too quick to pull away as you paced around his room continuing to scroll through his phone. Countless photos and videos, not just of the girls but of him fucking them, them having their lips wrapped around the cock you loved having so much. Even if he wasn’t yours by the title, it still hurt. It hurt more that your best friend of two decades now could ever do this to you. The lies, he used you.  

“Give it back!” He growls as he reaches out for his phone again, but you turn on your heels facing away from Caleb. His phone began vibrating against the palm of your hand. The caller ID showing an S with a white heart emoji beside it. “Oh look, someone’s calling, should we answer?” You say sarcastically, your finger already pressing against the green dot on the screen. 

“NO, I swear to go--”

“Hello? Yeah, you looking for Caleb? Oh yeah he’s here, he’s just in the shower, by the way great tits by the wa--”

Caleb rips his phone out of your ear, hanging up on the call before tossing it over onto his bed, not caring if it falls or cracks. 

“That was girl number what? Number 5? Number 8 on your list? On what rank do I fall on, Caleb?” You push his buttons as he stands still before you, his nostrils flaring in and out with anger and frustration radiating his body. That’s all it took as his hands were gripping onto your wrists, yanking your body firm against his. “You just don’t shut up do you? Always running your damn mouth, you want answers? Huh? Fine.” He pushes you against the door with a loud thud against it, earning a grunt from your lips as he keeps you pinned there. Caleb’s tall frame caging you in easily. “I stopped seeing her long time ago, those letters were from last year, and I kept it hidden because I know how you can be. You think I didn’t know about your little crush on me?” Caleb’s lips form into a smirk as he sees your gaze falter at his last words, a mocking scoff leaving him. His fingers now sneaking up behind your head, threading his fingers into your hair as he holds a firm grip, lifting your gaze back up at him.

How I can be? Bastard, you used me.

“So you just go on and fuck every girl you know? You’re sick Caleb, I knew some guys were like this but not you. But fine, you want to play that game, two can fucking play it.” With all the will and force, you pushed him out your way, making him stumble back on his feet and before he could reach you, you were out the door. You could hear Caleb desperately calling out your name as you ran out of his dorm building, still seeing red and having those images from his phone stuck in your head you grew more angry, poison running through your veins aching to hurt him. So you did.

“Hey, you still at the library? No, nothings wrong…just let me see you.” With that you hung up the call, sticking your phone back into your front pocket and made your way towards the library building in the middle of campus. The sun was beginning to set, the warm summer wind slowly becoming cooler as the sun continued to descend. 

Perfect, no one will see us.

“Let you see me huh? I’m assuming you’re not here to hang out.” The sound of Zayne’s voice creeps behind you as you wait outside the library entrance. Turning around to find him standing right before you, casual as always. Black sweats paired with a solid white t-shirt, hair softly flowing against his forehead. Zayne, another childhood friend but nothing compared to your relationship/friendship with Caleb, sadly when you guys were about to start high school he moved cities away. Being the smarty pants he is, he got into all the best schools of the state without a doubt and now in the road to becoming a doctor. A smile forms at your lips hearing his playful teasing tone. “Guess I caught.” You let out a small chuckle, Zayne shaking his head as he begins to walk down the hall. You knew he didn’t like to beat around the bush and get straight to things, fair enough since he’s always busy. 

“Well you coming or not, gorgeous?” He asked as he looked at you over his shoulder, slipping the lanyard with his keys out of his pocket.

All thoughts of Caleb now pushed into the depths of your brain as you remained sat against Zayne’s lap, your mouth eagerly devouring his as he did the same to yours. Moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he began pushing the hem of your skirt up, pooling it around your waist. Zayne’s moves have always been more precise and almost all too natural when it came to you, rather than Caleb’s; rough and greedy. Both of your heavy panting fills the space of his backseat, slowly grinding your ass right against the bulge beneath the fabric of his sweatpants, the heat between your legs growing with each passing second, his teeth grazing against the flesh of your skin as he leaves his mark. Zayne could feel you, smell your arousal even, feel the dampened panties. 

“Lift your hips.” He commands you and you follow suit.

Tugging down his sweats along with his briefs, letting them hang at the mid of his thighs, giving himself enough space to free his aching cock. Begging to slip inside your dripping pussy. In one swift move he tugs your hips down, earning a gasp from both of your lips. Tilting his head back against the headrest, pulling you flush against his chest as he starts to thrust himself from beneath you, deep and fast. His balls slapping right at the curve of your ass with each upward move, echoing all through the car and thank fucking god he parked all the way at the end of campus or else everyone would hear your muffled cries from inside. 

“Za--zayne! Fuck!” Breathlessly you cry out his name, all while he continues his assault, drilling right into you hitting the sweetest spots inside you.

It all goes on for an hour, making you come undone and fall apart multiple times on his cock and fingers. Caleb? Long forgotten, for now. After finally calming down and a quick banter chat Zayne drives his car out of the parking lot, driving back towards your apartment not far out from the university. As he pulls into the driveway, his fingers come beneath your chin pulling you over the center console of his car to capture your lips in a long deep languid kiss. Wanting the savor the last bit of his mouth before you pull away.

“Mm…I gotta go, doctor.” You murmur against his lips, earning a chuckle from him at the ‘doctor’ mention. “Kay, get your ass inside safely, doctor’s orders.” Zayne whispers to you, not before pressing a kiss at the back of your hand as you slide your body out of his car. Waving him goodbye, before quickly running towards your apartment. Now you stand in silence as you close the door behind you, your mind already ahead of you as memories of today’s events run through your head. A wave of just pure sadness washing through you as you toss your keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before plopping yourself onto the couch. Before you could even get the chance to let yourself cry over everything, your phone begins to vibrate.

Caleb: Wrong fucking move. 

11:18 PM

Caleb: Open your door, i’m outside. 

11:20PM 

[kutepik]

Eyes on you

(nsfw 18+) Caleb has hidden cameras all over his house, and you've decided to put on a show for him.

2k words. posted also on ao3!

stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, fem!reader.

Cameras. There were hidden cameras all over his house. There wasn't a bookcase or a mirror that didn’t have a little dot on it, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. You only knew they were there by accident: when you took the elevator to Caleb's apartment, you bumped into an excited boy wearing a cap and uniform of a security company. 

"Are you Mr. Caleb's girlfriend? What a pleasure, I only saw you in pictures!" The boy waved, taking you by surprise. 

"No... I'm just a friend." You said a little confused, and the energetic boy explained himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I saw so many photos of Mr. Caleb with you the day I went to install those cameras that I thought you were dating. He also said he was installing the cameras to protect someone he liked." Cameras? What cameras? You thought, but before you could say anything, the elevator door opened and the boy jumped out. "Let me know if any of them stop working, I've installed so many I've almost lost count! Bye!" And so he disappeared down the hall.

Now you were in the living room, standing there in the middle, feeling the weight of your body and your movements, self-conscious about yourself and alert to the fact that you were being watched. Was he watching you? Now? Right now? That’s fucked up. Jail worthy. Caleb was obsessed with you and if your recent reunion hadn't already proved it, the dozen or hundreds of hidden cameras scattered around that room were proof that Caleb was sick. 

But we know the saying: When you point one finger, there are three fingers pointing back to you. More sickening than knowing that you were being watched, from every angle and probably in every room, was the fact that you were aroused. The spot between your legs throbbed, excited by the situation, by the fact that Caleb had probably seen you naked, had seen you sleeping, had seen you showering... It was so fucking wrong that, despite being against everything he had done in Skyhaven right after the reunion, you still delighted in remembering the possessiveness and obsession that melted at the words of your friend, oh, dear friend. 

In addition to the burning sensation between your legs, there was this tingle in your stomach at the thought of a man - not just any man, we're talking about Caleb - being so concerned, so devoted to you that he would kill and die for your happiness. In fact, a man who returned from the ashes and survived for you and you alone. He was no longer your sweet childhood friend... But that wasn't a bad thing. Now he became a man who had eyes (many, it seems, all over the house), only and exclusively for you. Caleb was crazy about you, and, oh shit, you loved it, which made you as crazy as he was. 

So you had two options: the first was to confront Caleb about why the fuck he had installed so many cameras in the apartment if the only person who spent time there apart from him was you; the second was to pretend you didn't know anything and carry on with your life as if everything was normal. 

You always chose the second option when it came to Caleb, ever since you were a teenager and in college. Whether it was sneaking around his room and finding your panties secretly hidden in the back of his closet, or listening to him masturbate while calling your name when he thought he was alone, you always pretended everything was normal. But ever since, and even more so now that you've found each other again, there was nothing normal about it, and no reason to carry on in the same way. After all, if he had changed, there was no reason for you to remain the same or pretend you didn't know anything. 

Then there was a third and new option: pretending not to know anything, but taking advantage of the situation to play with Caleb. Basically, make him taste his own medicine. If he wanted to see you, well, he would.

Pretending to be normal, you sat down on the sofa and took off your coat, throwing it on the coffee table. You took out your cell phone and called his number. 

"Is my favorite guest home yet?" Caleb answered in his usual animated voice. 

"Yeah. I'm bored. Still working? Is it break time?" You remembered that around this time he was most active on social media, so it should be the best time to put into action what you had in mind.

"Ah…You've always been very clever. Yes, I'm on break. I'll be home in two hours and we can do whatever you want. Don't get bored, you can turn on the TV or play a game on the console I have." Caleb was always like that, attentive to you, always wanting to please you. He wasn't much of a gamer, but because you liked games, he had bought a console with the excuse that he was getting interested in games. But now you weren't going to play with the console. You were going to play with something else. 

"Oh, no..." You put the phone on speaker and placed it on the arm of the sofa. You lifted your shirt and brought your fingers up to your bra, massaging your nipples. "I want to relax, not play." You said, holding your right breast while spreading your legs, slipping anxious fingers into your pants, brushing the fingertips against the wet panties. 

The call went silent. Bingo. He was indeed watching you, like the pervert he was. 

"Caleb?" You asked innocently, keeping your voice steady as you started moving your hand in circles, making it obvious what you were doing inside those tight pants. 

"A-ah, yes. Relax..." His breathing was heavy on the other end of the line, and suddenly you heard the sound of a zipper being opened. You had to stop yourself from moaning just then. He was starting to touch himself while watching you. "Why don't you, uh, take a shower in my bathroom?" His voice was a little choked. He was probably pumping himself slowly, staring at your live image through the screen in his office. Your pussy throbbed and suddenly your pants were too tight and too hot. You stopped stroking your own breasts and took both hands to the waistband of your trousers, sliding them down your legs. Then you took off your shirt, leaving only your panties and bra on. You positioned yourself again, this time with your legs spread wider and your heels resting on the table in front of the sofa. Your fingers returned to the soaked fabric of your panties, touching the sensitive clit through the wet cloth. 

"Yeah, I'll have a shower, I'm just finishing something up." With your middle finger, you moved your panties to one side to touch yourself directly. You bit your lip, holding back a moan, and squeezed your breast with your other hand. 

"Fuck..." he swore. 

"All right?" You replied innocently, holding back your unsteady voice as you carried on stimulating your clit at a steady pace. You wanted him to think you didn't know about the cameras, so you had to stay as normal as possible on the phone.

"Yup... I- I just hit my finger," he lied, slurring his words. 

"Caleb-" You said, catching your breath. "I miss you,"

"I miss you too." He sounded almost breathless. "I can come over now."

"No, you can't. There's work. Or is there something urgent you need to do here?" You quickly pulled down your panties, leaving them between your thighs. Then, out of the blue, you heard the unmistakable sound of a camera zooming in. He must have been eating you with his eyes, and now he wanted a closer look. You opened your folds, circling your fingers around the soaked entrance, like a pervert. You slowly moved the fingers up to your clit, stimulating yourself obscenely again. The other end of the line was completely silent, only a few low sounds and grunts were audible. "Caleb, is there something urgent you need to do here?" 

"Uh-" He stammered, and you raised your hips a little, grinding against your hand. "Fuck, fuck," he said. He didn't bother with sentences anymore. 

"What’s up with you? I'm feeling lonely and bored here. Can't you entertain me?" You teased innocently, but your legs were already shaking. 

"I can entertain you. Ah-" For a second, you heard the wet, rhythmic sound of his thrusts against his own hand. Oh my. Caleb had his pants down, sat somewhere in the FAA, and was touching himself like a teenager while he watched you. And you fucking loved it. "I can entertain you... I can be so, so good for you, if you let me." His voice was raspy and breathless. If you weren't so close to your orgasm, you might've asked him if everything was alright and put him in a tough spot again, but you couldn't even think about that. You were too caught up in your own pleasure. One hand was on your nipple under your bra, the other was all over your clit, and you arched your back on the sofa.

"I- I know you know how to entertain me. You're so good to me, always." You gasped, no longer caring that he was probably listening to the sound of your quick fingers against the wet flesh of your vagina. 

Suddenly, you heard a muffled cry on the other end of the line and several "Fuck, fuck, fuck" being whispered like a mantra at a low volume, as if he had his hand against his own mouth. He was coming. And that was all it took for the tingling at the base of your belly to explode and flow out of your pussy in an obscene and intense orgasm. 

You had just squirted all over the living room table and carpet, and had probably wet the sofa as well. The two of you were silent, only the audible gasp of your breaths as you caught your breath. 

"Caleb? Are you still there? It seems the connection was cut." You lied, still pretending you didn't know anything. He coughed and the sound of things being adjusted or stirred could be heard in the background. 

"Yeah, yeah… Probably disconnected or something." 

You got up and stood next to the sofa, looking at the mess you had left there. 

"Caleb I think I spilled...something on your sofa and carpet. Is there any cleaning cloth so I can clean it up?" You looked around. 

"NO!" Caleb almost shouted from the other side. "I mean, it's no problem, pipsqueak. You don't have to clean up. You must be tired from all this, right?" He cleared his throat. "From the trip, and everything. Just rest more, like I said, you can use my bathroom and take a shower if you want."

"Hm, where's that cleaning freak from before? Who are you and what have you done with my Caleb?" You heard a laugh on the other end of the line. 

"That's why. I'll take care of it. Please" The last word sounded as if he was begging. "I'll be home soon, and I'll be able to...entertain you, as you wish. We can, huh, relax together, too."

You laughed and picked up your cell phone, walking to the bathroom while dropping your bra in the hallway, knowing that he was watching here too. You picked up your wet panties and placed them on the bathroom door handle. In an instant, you could see a small dot hidden next to a painting, pointing directly at where you were standing. You stared directly at it, smiled and winked. 

"I'm waiting for you then, Caleb."

[erensfeed]

THE PARALLELS ARE INSANE.

I LOVE ME SOME OF WHATEVER THIS IS/WHATEVER CALEB AND ZAYNE ARE (GONNA BE) TO EACH OTHER

[lovegasmic]

imagine Caleb fingering you with the robotic hand, the sensation is kinda cool at first but not unwelcomed, not with how long and smooth they are, fuck, it’s so good, perfectly hitting that one spot that got your toes curling, “mm, yeah, you like that, sweetheart?” he cooes.

you whiney nod, “m-mh, s’good, ah...” a little squeak leaves as Caleb’s fingers start to go a little faster, “C-Caleb... it’s... ah, a little too much...”

“i got you, i— fuck” he groans, slapping the hand that suddenly has stopped responding and is constantly curling against your g-spot, “fuck, stupid shit!” it doesn’t stop, overwhelming pleasure rushing down your spine as you cry out louder and louder, “it won’t stop!”

Caleb is almost desperate at this point, slapping the metal hand until he feels you squirt, soaking the fingers that let a tiny ‘hiss’ of protest alongside a barely noticeable bolt of energy before finally shutting down.

he looks at your splayed out form, shaking and sweating profusely with an arm over your eyes, “are you okay?” he ask genuinely worried, “i’ll call for maintenance”

but before he is about to stand, your hand shoots to hold him, “do it again”