The concept of saving up a ton of money to buy Sylus a really expensive present. Like I’m talking saving up all year to drop like $18,000 on a custom designed watch or something priced absolutely crazy to a normal human.
You give it to him, all giddy and wide eyed as he opens it. Watch him study it, pick it up and admire every little detail about it. Telling you how much he loves it, going on and on about how sweet and thoughtful you are. Until…
“I saved up all year to have it made for you!”
You saved up? You spent your money? Your money?
Sylus tries to hide his expression, immediately horrified by the idea that you spent your hard earned money on him. Someone who has more money than he’ll ever know what to do with. Who practically begs you to be self indulgent on his card… “Sy… do you not like it?”
“I love it, very much. It just may be one of my most prized possessions now.” And he means, truly he does.
But mentally he’s planning on wiring you $100,000.
ᝰ.ᐟSoft Dominant things they do that just make you melt.
⋆.✏ ̊Based on an anonymous ask i had gotten previously about a reader who only responds to soft and gentle commands. (sorry i probably lost the orginal question)
He always phrases his words in a way that isn't demanding, never a "eat lunch" always a "let's eat lunch, yeah?".
Knows when your spine goes rigid and your speech stutters when someone around you is demanding and you refuse to function or act accordingly.
Your stubbornness doesn't anger him. He knows why it happens.
Instead of snapping, he simply gives a patient, steady look.
"Talk to me. Don't hide from me".
Lowers your walls and grounds you with slow breathing, warm hands, and quiet words—"I'm right here,".
someone talks to you sharply, he steps between you and them—not aggressively, but with a quiet force that shuts the other person up. Then he turns to you, voice always soft and grounding.
“You alright, sweetheart?”
When you’re overwhelmed, he tilts your chin up with two fingers to check in on you, to make sure you're okay.
"Too much?" he asks softly.
Never forces you to hurry up, let's you take your own pace with things. Gives you a task and walks away expecting and knowing you'd finish it at your own pace.
Always praises you and rewards you when you're done.
A head pat followed by, "good job, love" and a forehead kiss.
And when you feel patronized and babied, when you refuse to do something and accuse him of treating and talking to you like a child.
He simply shrugs, shoulders relaxed and says “I’m not," brushes your hair behind your ear. "I'm talking to you like someone who matters to me."
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖
Idk if this deserves to be a 1k special (〒﹏〒) but I just finished my exams and I needed to post this.
My friend found my Tumblr so say heyy everyone (つ✧ω✧)つ
𝟅ϱ sum. nerd caleb stifles your sounds! cw : mdni, exhibitionist kink, stomach bulging, squirting, mean dom! caleb.
you weren’t supposed to be doing this— hell, you were supposed to be doing everything else in the world rather than getting broken into by caleb. in a library of all places.
“ f-fuuuck,” caleb swallows, making a point to quiet his moans, as the sheer volume would get you both banned from every library across the world. your sopping cunt slurps him in fully, with sultry sounds and your pleasure stricken face to top it all off. or maybe it’s how he’s taking you in a public area where anyone could walk in at any time; the sheer feeling of being outside and careless fills him with unexplainable glee. your fingers desperately hold onto the rocking table, legs spread open wide to fit his slim hips slamming into you, struggling to hold back every mewl of encouragement and his name. “ you’re one nasty girl, seducin’ me just to get fucked out in the open, but you don’t care, do you?”
the answer is evidently no.
you whined, hazy, glossed over eyes staring into his as your manicured nails pinched and pulled at your perked nipples. caleb was impressively thick, a fact that never failed to surprise you once you remembered he was a loser virgin before you who somehow adapted to what you liked, being able to fuck you into a speechless mess as of today. “ haaaarder, caleb! need it to be meaner, please.”
“ h-hah, would if i could, you know t-that. but we’re in a public space, or did that airy head of yours forget, huh?” he groans, pressing a hand to firmly push down on your bulging lower stomach, making you whine out. you feel so full, devastatingly so as the hand pressing you further into the rocking table makes you keenly aware that your walls are being stretched fully to accommodate the thick span of his staggering cock. you whine, legs squeezing around his hips, locking your ankles around his broad back to pull him in impossibly deeper, giving a cute, dick drunk giggle as caleb prays to every god there is to be quiet and not to cum quickly. “ not a thought in your brain besides getting fucked and being a dirty mess for me, but you like it that way. just look at how yer’ squeezin’ me in.”
“ i don’t care who’s around! want you to be mean, c-caleb. fuck! don’t a-act like you don’t want to be.”
caleb loved studying your facial expressions. the way your eyes would brighten with lewdness as the tip of his cock would bottom in your walls, or how you cutely scrunched your face when he hit your sweet spots with little to no effort. and he especially loved the sweet sounds you’d make— a gasp when he briefly brushed against your cervix, or the punctured out gasps that would leave your chest in hot heaves of air when he felt like being extra degrading and using your body until it was close to breaking beyond repair.
you open your mouth to voice another complaint, where a strong hand cuts you off, albeit rudely.
“ nothing. don’t say anything else. bite on my necklace ‘n keep your mouth shut, yeah?” he removes his hand, and you do what he demanded. your teeth bite down on the jiggling dog tags hovering above you, for which he rewards your obedience with firm swirls against your twitching clit. the indecent, sopping sounds filled in the environment where your usual moans lacked, continuing to keep teary eye contact with the man above you, making your senses surrender and fill with him. “ goood girl, you can listen after all, hmm. from now on, your pussy ‘s doing all the talking.”
you moan, feeling his length buck into your pussy with animalistic thrusts, kiss-plumped lips turned into a teasing smirk, while his eyes intensely stare at yours— in fact, he reaches out his hand, entwining his long fingers with your strands, refusing to let you look away from his hypnotizing gaze. not even for a second.
caleb’s thick cock broke into you with frightening velocity; seeing how you jerk with a shrill but quiet mewl, he knew that he had hit past your sweet spot and firmly against your sensitive cervix. the dog tags in your mouth are the only thing keeping you grounded, preventing you from slipping beyond a frenzied state as you slobber around the warming silver in your mouth.
“ feel ya clenching around me, you’re close aren’t you? mmph, you don’t know it, but you’re way cuter when your mouth is full.”
unexpectedly, your orgasm crashes over you. the pressure builds and builds until you’re clenching desperately his cock, suffocating every length, including his thickened base, with juices squirting from your pussy. your back arches into a deep bend, as your nails dig into your palms, moaning around the intruder in your mouth as you’re still being fucked into the table— rocking the object obscenely against the floor.
“ pussy’s so g-greedy, yknow how to take it all like a good girl.” his breath hitches in his throat, both hands are now littering your hips with deep, purple blooming bruises as you’re aware he’s keenly close to pumping you full of cum. his glasses sit crooked on his nose bridge, as sweat drips down his forehead and his neck— despite that, he doesn’t look close to tired, having the stamina of a pro it seemed like. his length drove into you so deeply, making your upper body push back into the rocking object beneath you, teeth still caught around his necklace, making his body follow where you tugged him. the action doing more to him than you realized as he came.
and fuck is it a lot.
filling every corner impossible inch of your pussy with lewd fluids, until most of it spills out onto the table. not that either one of you are present enough to care. “ we’re making such’a mess, pips. not that you care, fuck, think they’re gonna check the cameras later?”
“ what?”
“ ah… i should’ve stopped, but the library attendant definitely heard us, i bet she’s still looking over here.”
“ what!” you sit up with panic, completely ready to fly out the cursed library and somewhere to the nearest airport to move far away and change your identity, lust got in the way of all rationality once again.
“ hah, made you look! i honestly didn’t think you’d fall for it.” it doesn’t matter where you are or how nasty you fuck, caleb is still a virgin loser.
The moment he steps out of the surgical suite, he's heading straight to his office. He pays no mind to the people attempting to get his attention. It's not anything urgent, which means he can deal with it later. Right now, he needs to get to you.
The moment he opens the door, his heart sinks.
You're laying awkwardly on his not very comfortable couch, heels kicked off and pretty dress wrinkled. Your hair is no longer in the carefully arranged style it had been in when you'd arrived, and he'd assured you he would return in 15 minutes.
That had been 4 hours ago.
He'd gotten pulled into an emergency surgery, so urgent he couldn't find a moment to send you a message to go home. He's sure you must have realized what happened, which is why he makes a mental note to buy something off your wishlist tomorrow.
"Sweetheart...wake up." He whispers quietly, doing his best to wake you up peacefully. Your eyes flutter open, and the small smile that appears on your face when you see him eases the ache in his heart.
"Hi. Did I fall asleep?" You sit up slowly, stretching out your clearly sore joints. Zayne is quick to reach out and squeeze your shoulders, helping to get your blood flowing.
"You did. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I believe the restaurant is closed. Would you like to go home?" He kneels to retrieve your heels, carefully slipping them on for you.
"You must be starving. And frankly I am too. I bet that taco place down the street is open late? Should we go there?" Your words do little to absolve the guilt burning through his stomach.
"You're...not upset with me?" You laugh as you stand up, taking his hand and squeezing it three times.
"Oh yeah doc," You grin, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, "Next time let that guy die so we can make our reservations. Come on, I want tacos!"
୨୧ — Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, I…" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."
You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.
His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."
He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.
The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."
As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.
"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."
Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.
His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.
they did say not to mess with a man in uniform. your husband is loving and always gives in when it comes to you... but until when will you believe he is always the kindhearted boy from your childhood and will hesitate to lay claim on what's his?
genre/warnings:
18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—possessive & protective!caleb, fluff, explicit smut, fingering, rough sex, fluff again, overall very self-indulgent, taking elements from caleb's secret times verdant wetlands
note:
*takes a deep breath* the very idea of doing that in his uniform... that sex tape verdant wetlands... is so unhealthy for me asdfhgkl jp dub caleb is just built different :')
“Execute him.”
Farspace Fleet is a filthy business—and the deeper Caleb was pulled into it, the darker his mood became with each passing day.
His eyes gleamed in the light as he coldly stared at the mole who shook like a leaf at his order. “You sealed your own fate the day you decided to cross the Fleet.”
“Nooo—!”
The plea was cut short as guards seized the man by the arms, hauling him away. His screams echoed down the corridor, growing fainter with every step until only silence remained.
Caleb didn’t even flinch. Mercy is a liability, hesitation a death sentence— such was the rhythm of his existence here.
Just as he turned to leave, a sharp ringtone tore through the silence. He paused, reached into his pocket for his phone—and there it was, your name glowing on the screen. He answered immediately.
“Caleb! I’m here~!”
Ah. Just like that, the frost in his gaze melted. And he remembered.
To protect you— this was the path he had chosen.
In this holiday season, the two of you were staying in Skyhaven.
You had an entire week off for New Year’s and did your best to keep yourself busy—baking, cooking, even catching up on the latest fashion. But it wasn’t enough. You were becoming lonely, and you lamented how Caleb wasn’t given the same courtesy for New Year.
So you resorted to the next best thing to chase away your boredom—paying a visit to your husband at the Fleet’s headquarters.
The building loomed cold and imposing as ever, all steel and glass, utterly indifferent to the holidays. You were directed to the lobby to wait—
“That’s her… The colonel’s wife...”
And it didn't take long until you became the object of their newest chatter.
Hushed conversations, eyes flicking your way... You pretended not to notice, gaze fixed on your phone. Being Caleb’s wife meant not blending into the background—especially in the heart of the Fleet, where his name carried authority and fear in equal measure.
There was a certain pride and satisfaction in this though. You savored the attention as you crossed your legs, the hem of your sundress fluttering with the movement. The whispers didn’t stop— if anything, they grew more animated, even as you sat unbothered and unapologetic.
“Y/N.”
You only looked up when you heard the familiar light tone. Caleb stepped into the hallway, tucking his hat away as his gaze found you—
You beamed at him with the brightest smile, sauntering towards him in hurry. “Caleb!”
You failed to notice it, but just as quickly, his expression shifted. He frowned, fixed on your outfit. A cardigan over flowy, sleeveless sundress—overall baring far too much skin. He’d loved it on you, the way it wrapped your body was just perfect.
But here? Too revealing. What were you thinking?
“Have you had lunch yet?” you queried, lifting the lunchbox you’d packed. “If not, then let’s eat together!”
Caleb slipped an arm around your back, deliberately pulling you closer as he cast a pointed glance at the subordinates who had been watching the two of you.
“Yeah,” he said coolly. “Let’s eat in my office.”
You caught the coldness in his voice then, but brushed it off, never thinking it would amount to much.
“Look—look!” You waved your phone excitedly in front of your husband’s face. “Do I look good in this? I want to buy it because of the cutting, but I’m not sure if—”
Caleb watched you with quiet amusement, leaning back in his chair as he munched on the apple you’d packed for him. He smiled, eyes warm, clearly adoring the way you rambled on, brows furrowed in earnest concentration over something so trivial.
It felt almost out of place, this domestic little moment unfolding in his bleak office. In this uniform, he was usually issuing orders, deciding fates, plotting his next move—not listening to you debate dress designs.
Your husband chuckled under his breath as he ruffled your hair. “If you can’t even pick a dress, how do you plan on surviving out there?”
You pursed your lips. “Hey! I’m telling you, I’m a very capable hunter on the field!” you protested, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I just earned a recognition recently, thank you very much!”
“Hmm? Is that so?” Caleb scooted closer to you, his amethyst-like eyes twinkled. “My cute wife got an award… then we should celebrate properly.”
"Yes, yes~! I want to eat at that new hotpot restaurant!"
He laughed softly, shaking his head as he rose from his chair. “I’ll be right back,” he said, heading for the restroom. And as the door shut behind him, his mind was already made up.
Hotpot was fine. But you deserved more than that.
By the time he washed his hands, he’d already decided—he’d take you somewhere fancy. Somewhere worthy of celebrating you. He would make the reservation, find you a little gift too to commemorate and—
“Such a sweet little thing… isn’t she, Colonel?”
Caleb stilled.
The voice came from behind him, smooth and unmistakably familiar. He lifted his gaze to the mirror, meeting the reflection of the man he least wanted to see—Professor Lucius, wearing that infuriatingly relaxed smile.
“Your wife, I mean,” he added, as if trying to mock him.
Whatever ease he’d carried moments before was gone, replaced by the guarded edge befitting the Farspace Colonel. Caleb's posture shifted at once, shoulders squaring, jaw clenching.
“Watch your words,” he said evenly, turning to face him.
The Ever researcher only chuckled, eyes gleaming with provocation. “Relax. I’m merely observing. Hard not to notice someone like her in a place like this.”
“She’s off-limits. In every sense. We had a deal.”
The smile on his enemy’s face widened. “If you said so, Colonel,” he drawled in an implication of mocking his title. “I’d hate for anything to befall her pretty face too.”
No storms should ever touch your life. That was the principle Caleb had always lived by. The politics, the blood on his hands—those were burdens he chose to carry alone. You were never meant to be part of that world.
He had drawn that line long before the day he married you.
But the world was cruel—especially to him. His knuckles tightened as the man leaned in, voice a whisper against his ear:
“Just be careful, Caleb. You have far more to lose now than you ever did before.”
. . .
When your husband returned from the restroom, his posture was stiff—yet you were still all smiles.
“Caleb, I found it!” you turned to him with a wide grin. “The hotpot place is just a few miles away from our condo—”
But unlike you, Caleb just stared at you in complete silence. His gaze on you darkened, heavy and unreadable, as a forlornness flickered beneath his violet eyes.
You blinked, unsettled by the sudden shift. “Caleb…? What’s wrong—”
His next word cut through you without warning.
“Leave.”
“Huh?”
“Go back home. I’ll see you when I return later.”
The words stung and didn’t register at first. “What? Why?” You frowned, instinctively reaching for his sleeve. “Caleb, you’re being weird. Did something happen?”
He remained quiet, and it made you even more agitated and irritated all of a sudden. You grabbed him, forcing him to face you. “Caleb—!”
That was when he moved.
One hand grasping your waist, the other lifted your chin without hesitation. His lips then crashed against yours—brief, commanding, stealing the air from your lungs and every protest from your tongue.
“Mmmph!” The kiss burned with urgency, a wordless demand rather than comfort. His hands then ran up and down your back, slipping inside your revealing dress, hot against your skin. You gasped, clutching the chain on his uniform as your breaths mingled together.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. “Please,” he said quietly, voice rough. “Go home. For me.”
Your resistance wavered. Heart lurching and racing, breath shallow, you felt the way his hands held you—reluctant, aching—as if sending you away cost him more than he was willing to admit.
Something happened and sooner or later, you had find out what it was.
It was well past midnight when Caleb finally returned home.
He was exhausted, and the last thing he expected was to find you curled up on the sofa, fast asleep—far too lightly dressed for January’s cold.
For a long moment, he simply watched. The slow rise and fall of your chest. The way your hair spilled messily against the cushion. How utterly unguarded you looked in the safety of his home. The soft purple nightgown clung to you, its hem hitched up just enough to reveal your knees.
Caleb grunted, realizing how it was too similar to the sundress you’d worn earlier. Too tempting.
Dangerous thoughts stirred, unwanted and unbidden—his gaze lingering longer on your bare skin than it should. He clenched his jaw, keeping his breath even.
You were too precious. Treasured. Something the world had no right to touch roughly.
And yet—
Desire curled low and insistent, restrained but unmistakably alive. He wants you—your warmth, your softness, the closeness he so often denied himself in the name of restraint.
Caleb turned away with a slow exhale. Apparently, protecting you from himself was another kind of challenge.
“Y/N… why are you sleeping out here?” His voice was low as he finally reached for you, brushing your arm gently. “Hey…”
You stirred faintly, a soft sound leaving you. With a quiet sigh, Caleb decided to carry you to the bedroom instead. He slid one arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back—
And froze.
His gaze caught on the loosened buttons of your nightgown, the fabric parted just enough to reveal the swell of your breasts... Why on earth aren't you wearing bra at all…?
His throat tightened.
“Caleb…?” you murmured drowsily, lashes fluttering as you shifted against him, utterly unaware of the storm raging beneath his calm exterior.
He swallowed, jaw tensing as he forced his eyes away, but the damage was done. Your weight in his arms, the heat of your body, the sight of you—it all struck at once.
Your hand reached out to his chest, clawing his uniform. "You just came back?"
And lord, the way you yawned, bleary-eyed and soft—
He wants to see that precious face of yours contort in pleasure he brings you.
He wants to ruin you.
The image of earlier that day flashed through his mind—his subordinates’ eyes lingering where they shouldn’t have. The thought burned.
Before you could fully register what was happening, you stirred—and suddenly you were upright, settling onto his lap. The movement startled you awake that you nearly yelped, hands gripping his shoulders as your eyes flew open.
“Caleb…?” you murmured. “Wha—”
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he murmured against your ear, husky and accusing. “Do you really think I can’t tell what you’re thinking?”
His eyes, the violet ones you had adored so much, seemed to shine with a gleam you'd usually see during your nightly wonders.
Ah... so this trick works after all. Your husband had always seen through every scheme you tried to pull.
You couldn’t deny it—being awoken by a husband who’d just come home was one thing, but being awoken by a husband wanting a thirst was something else entirely.
Caleb's pensive gaze on you made your heart skip a beat. “Open up.”
“Uh…?”
“Your legs.”
But you were a touch too slow, and his hand slipped between your legs, tugging at your panties. You gasped, feeling his cool fingers feeling your entrance.
“C-Caleb…” you stuttered at the ticklish sensation. “You...”
“What?” A roguish smirk curved his lips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His voice dropped. “From day to night… you did all of this on purpose, just to get to me.”
You felt yourself getting warmer, and the coil in your lower belly had started to burn. Your husband's eyes twinkled at your agitated response, and then he started his play.
He kissed you slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head to draw you closer, while the other still pecking the space between your thighs, trying to make you wetter and wetter.
“Mmm...” You sucked his dry lips, clinging to his neck. Dazed, you watched his Fleet uniform wrinkle beneath your grip, and it somehow turned you on even further.
You were gradually losing to the heat when suddenly his two thick fingers slid in at once, slowly and deeply, curling inside your sticky folds— making you cry out.
“Oh? What is this?” Caleb broke the kiss and sneered. “Surprised now, are we?”
You barely had time to breathe when he pushed deeper again. You glared up at him, “C-Caleb... you're so foul...”
“Foul, hmm? What's foul is you showing off yourself for everyone to see.”
His fingers started dragging in and out of you relentlessly, drawing moans from your throat as your hips bucking helplessly. The sensation left you breathless, unconsciously grinding against his fingers.
“Ahh... Mmm, ah!”
Watching you fall apart under his touch only fueled him further. You were totally trying to restrain yourself, and it wouldn't do you good.
And so, on his whim, he picked up the pace, and you threw your head back, a scream finally slipped from your lips.
“Yeah... just like that...”
Your thoughts scattered in an instant the moment you let yourself drown in the heat of his fingers scissoring you. You mewled nastily, fingers digging into his neck as you tried to pull him closer, closer—
“A-are you in a bad mood—ngh—” your back arched sharply, “—because o-of... the Fleet?”
“Ha...” Caleb scoffed softly. “Do you really have the energy to think about them still?”
His eyes locked onto yours, that slow, dangerous smirk returning.
“Right now,” he said quietly, “the only one under the colonel’s command… is you.”
Afterwards, incoherent moans came out of you in breathless babbles. His fingers were merciless, driving you to tears—
And then, your climax hit you hard, his name tumbling from your lips as your whole body shook, cumming all over his fingers.
“Ah... aah...” You were helpless against him, feeling the knot inside you finally melted, legs parted even apart. His fingers then pulled out of you, glistening with the evidence of your release.
“Good girl…” he murmured, bringing them to your lips, smearing the juice there in a slow stroke. Your eyes widened at the vulgarity of this very act.
Yet even then, your husband wasn’t done. Before you could even catch your breath, he pushed his pants aside, intent clear in his darkened gaze.
“Get on top. Let me see you better.”
You obeyed like a dutiful wife you were, yielding as he guided you down onto him. He proceeded to bury himself inside you, and your breath broke into uneven gasps, body trembling as you struggled to take every inch of him.
He was still in his uniform, stretched beneath you now, looking up at you with raw, unrestrained lust burning in his eyes.
“So damn pretty...” he breathed, gazing at you as if you were a wonder. A wanton who is his wife... flushed cheeks, clouded eyes, the bulge right where your flesh joined together...
His tone shifted, low and unmistakable as he issued his order:
“Now... move.”
Again, like a puppet on strings, you yielded to his will. Your movements were slow at first, your breath catching as you rolled your hips against him. Each motion drew a quiet hiss from your lips.
Caleb watched you closely, eyes darkening with every hesitant movement, every small sound you made. This won't do, he thought, even more so when your pace faltered, pleasure stealing your control.
“That’s enough.”
In one decisive motion, he shifted you, turning the tables with effortless strength. Suddenly he was above you, braced and steady, taking control completely.
His gaze locked onto yours, intense and unyielding, as he set the rhythm himself. And damn, he set it fast.
“C-Caleb… please…!” Your voice broke, tears slipping free as the pressure inside you began again, tight and merciless. You were spent, overstimulated, yet your body still arched helplessly with every movement, betraying you all over again.
He didn’t slow. Didn’t soften. Instead, his hand came up, fingers firm at your jaw, forcing your attention back to him.
“Answer me,” he said, voice low and absolute. “Who is the colonel?”
The question left you reeling, but then you screamed when he hit that one spot inside you.
“Y-you…” you sobbed, breath shaking.
His eyes narrowed. “Who?”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The pace didn't relent. If anything, it sharpened, deliberate and punishing, as if he were wringing the truth from you one heartbeat at a time.
You could barely think—only feel him, how overwhelming and inescapable he was, until the answer was the only thing left in your mind.
“Caleb…! I-it’s you!”
The moment you said it, something in him snapped. A low, broken sound left his throat as he penetrated you harder, deeper—
“A-aah...!”
Your body trembled violently in response as you chanted his name. Your second release followed and it was cresting too high, too fast—white-hot and all-consuming. The world blurred at the edges as your strength gave out, your thoughts dissolving into darkness as Caleb filled you full with everything that he was.
There was this indescribable sense of safety in the way you clung to each other in mornings.
Caleb woke first, and the first thing he saw was you. You were nestled against him, warm and serene, as if that was where you belonged. For a moment, he just stayed still, drinking in the sight.
His chest tightened. Too precious. Mornings like this reminded him how beautiful life could be still.
Slowly, carefully, he lifted a hand and brushed a few loose strands of hair from your face. His touch was feather-light, fingertips lingering as he smoothed your hair back again, unable to resist doing it once more.
“Mm…” However, the motion made you stir, and he almost regretted it.
You shifted closer, brows furrowed faintly, before your eyes fluttered open.
“Morning,” he whispered, offering that gentle smile you had seen countless times since your childhood. Your limbs were stiff, and still hazy with sleep, you looked up at him, blinking once… twice...
Then, on the third blink, you shot him a sharp, cranky glare— “Hmph!”
—before turning away and presenting him with your back.
“Huh? Why?” Caleb frowned, caught off guard. He reached for you anyway, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you back against him—
Only for you to whimper softly. His arm froze as you curled in on yourself, one hand clutching your abdomen.
“Hey,” Caleb said at once, confusion giving way to concern. “What’s wrong?”
You didn’t answer right away, shoulders tensing as you breathed through it.
“Cramps?” Understanding dawned, and his expression softened immediately. He adjusted his position, moving closer without pressing, one hand resting warm and steady over yours.
“Easy,” he murmured, voice low and gentle. “I’ve got you.”
Honestly, he was this close to laughing—but seeing you like this softened even his steel-hard heart into something tender and full.
Just like this. All he needed to stay sane was this.
A determined vow made a carve in his chest. He would protect you with everything he has.
“Stupid, stupid Caleb...” you grumbled under your breath, and he finally snorted, kissing your neck in adoration. “How could you be so rough with me…”
“Yeah, yeah...”
His name, his rank, his strength—none of it mattered if it meant keeping you like this. He would not allow the world, the Fleet, or anyone else to lay a finger on you.
“Don’t talk to me. I’m angry.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“As punishment… you’re on bathroom-cleaning duty for the whole month!”
“Alright—”
“And laundry. Oh, and dishes too!”
“Pfft— wait, isn’t that too much...?”
Caleb grinned, his eyes crinkling despite your threats, his melodious chuckle filling the air as he tugged you closer so you couldn’t squirm away.
No matter what happens, he would be there for you, always.
And maybe, it's because... he just loves you a little more than you realize.
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