you want to be caleb's gf (but he already has one)
tw- angst + unrequited feelings + swearing
it's safe to say that the daa heartthrob lives up to his title. when you first came to the academy, you were clueless. everyone was so new and nice to you, even the brown-haired hunk in your flight simulation class.
he was exactly your type: puppy-eyed, extroverted, and athletic. after class, he invited you to sit with him at lunch. just some regular nice guy shit, right? of course, you were overjoyed and agreed, and found his friends to be as lovely and easygoing as he was.
as weeks swept by, you became even better acquainted. at the end of each class, you were drawn together like magnets—and just as inseparable, too, given the ensuing hours of your study sessions.
it wasn't until one fateful day that everything and nothing changed all at once. his lock screen was a girl. you only caught a glimpse, but could tell she was gorgeous. his sister, maybe? or even his girlfriend... you hoped she was the former.
"is that your girlfriend?" you had asked with a sweet smile, expecting (silently praying for) him to say anything other than 'yes'. and then he said—
"yes." your heart sank, like an anchor thudding against the deep sea's sandy floor, and your grin cracked. everything that you had been working so hard for had been vaporised with one, simple word.
"oh really," you offered while trying to conceal the jealous, jagged edge that threatened to creep into your voice. caleb nodded and proceeded to tell the story of how they met, then digressed into their recent issues with being long-distance.
"she keeps sayin' things like, "what's the point anymore?"... but it's fine. don't worry 'bout it. we're gonna fix it," he reassured you. the reassurance you would have given anything to wipe from your mind. but you couldn't. no, his words would go on to haunt you for days to come. they were all you could think about until next week, until the time came for your flight simulation class.
your heart had thumped violently in your chest with every step closer to the simulation room. you had done your makeup all pretty that morning, excited to see him, to see your friend. but he was a no show. gideon told you that the daa heartthrob had a bad case of the flu and couldn't get out of bed.
stupid.
that's how you felt. so, so fucking stupid. what were you doing, dolling yourself up for a man (period) who was already taken?! it wasn't like that, you swore! you just wanted to look pretty. you just wanted to feel pretty. caleb hadn't entered into the equation. but it was oh-so convenient how your effort only came when you were supposed to see him.
after that week, things resumed as normal. but your affection continued to grow at an alarming rate. it wasn't his perfect qualities that won you over; it was his boyish charisma, it was the light in his violet eyes that shone whenever he was near an aircraft. his girlfriend was mia from your conversations, but his lock screen remained as very real reminder of the barrier between you.
despite all the times he had wilingly sat next to you, refilled your water bottle, or accomodated for your needs, not once had he thought of you as something other than a friend. his pure heart was untouched by the entitlement of other 'nice guys'. caleb never offered his help, but was more than willing to give it on your request. your accidental requests, when his relationship status slipped your mind.
the epitome of your pain came to fruition a week out from your finals. during one of your study sessions, caleb's phone rang. he apologised and took the call, straying from your table in the academy's small library. not that the distance made a difference. you could hear her, her anxious voice asking where he was, if he ate, how much he missed her; a concerned owner fretting over her puppy.
on caleb's end, the call sounded more like a chore than a check in. your cheeks had warmed the longer the conversation continued, embarrassment swelling in the pit of your stomach. more than ever before, you wanted to retreat into the darkness and hide yourself amongst the shadows. but the orange lamplight and brilliant black sky brought your hunched figure to life, as it did the scattered textbooks and scrunched-up papers with scribbled physics equations on your table.
caleb's return flew over your head. it wasn't until he inquired about next year that you felt your breaking point approaching.
in his usual playful tone, he had suggested, "if you want, we should align our schedules, take the same class..." then, he added, "if we have a group project. or maybe, we should leave it to fate."
your stupid brain failed to think before you spoke, "fate isn't very reliable. just... text me when you get back from linkon." ah yes, his trip home to see his 'friends' and 'play basketball' and 'travel'. no mention of his girlfriend in sight. you must be more worried than he is about the current state of his relationship.
he merely nodded, and you had found yourself regretting what you had just said, because a part of you didn't want to see him again.
this pain that dwells in your chest, how can it dull without the passing of time spent in sweet exile? in other words, how can you heal when the source of anguish is still very much a part of your life? that is the holy truth you contemplate as you sit on your dormitory floor, your face in your hands as ragged breaths pass through your lips and hot tears brand scorching trails down your cheeks.
it's not resentment. you don't resent him or his girlfriend. you don't even want to be with him anymore. you just want this pain to subside.
it's not a question of your self-worth. if you had known from the very start, then these feelings wouldn't have developed. but who else can you blame when it's the projection of your warped sentiment onto a friendship that doomed it to fail? something so innocent has been tainted by your sick mind; his wrongdoings—if any—have been absolved.
in a world of men who wouldn't even spare you a glance, caleb has been nothing but kind to you. he's like the sun, shining down upon all and compelling them to bloom. meanwhile, you're the thick, grey clouds that obscure the sun; possessive and evil, you rip away light and life from the mortals below.
his girlfriend—who's picture you've seen clearly now—is gorgeous. they would look good together. they must look good together, for they are together. he really scored with her, even though she's (apparently) "too emotional" at times (or whatever tf that's supposed to mean). and she really scored with him, him being the very reason you try to look your best every wednesday before class. you hope they sort out their problems and get married. they are married. in your mind, they're married. forget being young, dumb, and in love. they're going to get married and have babies, you're sure of it.
because even if you had the chance—even if you entertained that thought for a minute—you wouldn't even want to date caleb. he's far too charismatic and prodigious at being pilot; that's a man who's going places, and there won't be any room left for you in his soon-to-be busy life.
not that he even considers you in that way. the 'he only sees me as a friend' narrative only goes so far, but it clearly hasn't run its course as you remind yourself that he's this friendly with everyone else. he'd carry a chair for anyone with a sprained wrist, and he'd bend down to listen to any short girl when she talks to him. you're not special. you're not a special girl to the daa's heartthrob.
perhaps that's why they call it a 'crush'. a crush your will to live, crush your self-esteem, crush any hope for your future romance... caleb isn't without his flaws. but that's not the problem. the problem is that if he ever considered you as a dating option, and worked up the courage to ask you out, then you'd overlook those flaws in a heartbeat. how can you put someone on a pedestal when you see their inherent humanness and would tolerate it for a chance to be with them? or maybe that is putting someone on a pedestal. since when has tolerance been synonymous with worship?
of course, this comes at the worst possible time. with several assignments due within less than a week, not only is your love life screwed, but so is your academic transcript. don't even mention your hairline. it has likely begun receding with all of this stress. and you can do is mumble to yourself and sob until your roommate returns, and you have to act like a fully functioning member of society. perhaps that's the most tragic part of this predicament. not the anguish, but having to pretend you exist in the absence of it.
elle's notes: i didn't cry while writing this! yay me! also, based on true (and ongoing) events with several artistic liberties (i.e. made up stuff). hope this was angsty enough? or was it too angsty?
Zayne got drunk at a work party, and you came to pick up your highly awarded and praised cardiac surgeon boyfriend, thanks to him calling you to pick him up, then proceeded to forget he asked...and so out of his gourd forgot he and you are dating-
Zayne: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night
Greyson: You were flirting with Mc
Zayne: So what? Mc is my partner
Yvonne: You asked them if they were single....
Zayne:...
Yvonne: And then you cried when they said they weren’t.
Greyson: And then Mc had to princess carry you out of the bar...
summary: meeting up with your two childhood best friends, caleb and zayne, seemed like a good idea until.. uh oh, they’re both hot! and what’s that? they want to fuck you? who are you to say no!
content: good girl/ praise, caleb x zayne / caleb x reader x zayne, the guys do kiss and touch each other, if that’s not your jam then don’t read this. lowkey ooc zayne, sorta mean zayne? if ya squint. bit of dumbification. kinda pussy drunk caleb, smut, p in v, male and female receiving head, handjob, i think that’s it? lmk if i need to add anything else!
wc: 6,023
a/n: this was inspired by sabrina carpenters “when did you get hot?” but…. i kinda forgot that halfway through LOL. also this is an au where zayne went to college at a normal age, like 18/19, same time as caleb. he’s still crazy smart, just not ‘college-at-like-14-smart’. also last warning that this IS caleb x reader x zayne, and zayne x caleb.
you were an ugly kid but you’re a sexy man!!
straightening up your apartment anxiously, you check the time on your phone for the 10th time in the past two minutes.
you invited your two childhood best friends, zayne and caleb, over for dinner. the three of you were inseparable when you were younger, but time got between you all and you hadn’t actually laid eyes on caleb or zayne in years.
you were all in your twenties now and in successful careers. a late night stalking session led you to find their social medias- it took a bit simply because neither of them had pictures of their faces on their social medias, the weirdos. after confirming it was them, you declared that a dinner was needed to catch up!
you stared at your counter where the pizzas from your favorite local place sat and sighed happily. everything looked neat and anything that could potentially be embarrassing was shoved far, far in the back of your closet.
the second you sat down to finally rest and relax, there was a sharp rap at your door. you jumped up and all but ran to the door, barely composing yourself behind a soft smile and opening the door to find-
dear gods above. no, literally- you were convinced that the literal gods manifested in front of your apartment door.
telling them apart was surprisingly easy because luckily, zayne still wore glasses and caleb had the same goofy smile as he did when you were kids.
your eyes trailed up and down both of their bodies, head whipping back and forth between them twice and then a third time.
they were both tall, muscular, well dressed, and jaw droppingly gorgeous. surely one of them had to be hotter than the other, right? but… you swallowed as you looked between zaynes veiny hands and calebs biceps. this was bad. really, really bad. they were both equally hot- how were you meant to pick which one to eye fuck all night in these conditions?!
the idea of wanting to eye fuck either of your childhood best friends was extremely jarring to you. they were supposed to be your closest friends, not eye candy! but alas, you didn’t have time to unpack that.
you finally looked up at their faces again, eyes shifting back and forth. you accidentally let out a “huh” in approval and surprise, to which zayne raised an eyebrow and caleb smirked.
“‘huh’ what, pipsqueak?” he teased, head tilted towards zayne slightly.
your cheeks warmed slightly, embarrassed that your appraisal had been so obvious. shit they weren't even inside your apartment yet and you couldn’t stop ogling them.
“oh, nothing, just… surprised that you’re on time for once.” you tease right back, stepping to the side letting them in.
—
a few minutes pass of small talk, sitting on your couch, and eating pizza before you decide to address the elephant in the room.
you look to either side of you- because of course the guys both decided to sit beside you- and sigh dramatically.
“i need to ask a blunt question.”
zayne nods and sets his half eaten piece of pizza down on his plate, his green eyes focusing on you. “i was wondering how long you would manage to keep your questions at bay.”
you blink at him in confusion, tilting your head slightly. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
zaynes lips curled up slightly and his voice had a humorous lilt to it. “when we were kids you used to bombard us with questions-”
caleb interrupts zayne, mimicking you. “zaynee will you help me with my anatomy homework if i give you my halloween candy? caleb can you make me practice questions for my physics test? guysss how does-”
“okay, okay, enough!” you shove calebs shoulder and give him a glare as he laughs and goes back to eating his pizza slice.
rolling your eyes and taking a deep, encouraging breath, you blurt out. “when did you guys get hot?”
a long beat of uninterrupted silence makes you continue, rambling and certainly making everything worse.
“i mean, the last time i saw you-” you pointed to zayne “you had a bowl cut and your glasses were too big for your face. and you-” you turn to caleb, pointing at him with the end of your pizza slice. “had a chipped tooth and spiderman bandaids all over your face and limbs. i mean seriously, i could look at you both allll day now.”
caleb looks serious and slightly offended by the specification of his bandaids- there was nothing wrong with spiderman in his eyes. “hey, those were real wounds i got from protecting you on the playground, pips. and spiderman is cool.”
zayne is facing away from you both, stirring a sugar packet into his cup of tea that sits on the side table beside him. “protecting is a strong word. i remember you falling from the jungle gym on numerous occasions after trying to impress us with your climbing ‘skills’.”
caleb smiles slightly, surprised that zayne remembers that. “diiiid it work?”
“no.” you and zayne reply in unison.
you give zayne a smile, remembering when you two used to gang up on caleb like this.
oookay, maybe they hadn’t actually changed much, just their appearances.
caleb shrugs and bumps his shoulder into yours. “i get it, i get it. i realized zayne got hot when we started rooming together our junior year of college.”
your head whips to zayne, seeing his ears flush red beneath his hair. he gave caleb a sharp look that you wish he would direct towards you, just seeing it made you clench your legs together.
and his voice… god, it was so deep and serious.
“caleb, i thought we agreed not to bring that up.”
you shook yourself out of the horny thoughts brewing in my mind and the heat growing between your legs.
“bring what up? caleb thinking you were hot?” you laugh, not understanding what the big deal was. so what if caleb thought zayne was hot? it was the truth- like saying the grass is green. “you’re acting like he just confessed to fucking you or something.”
you laugh again, because obviously, you’d grown up with them both and you’d never known them to be interested in eachother, so the idea of them having sex was absurd. at least you thought it was absurd, but the way both guys paused, flushed, and avoided eye contact made you question if it was actually absurd or not.
“oh my god you guys totally fucked in college! spill, now!” you all but shriek, a huge smile on your face as you smack them both on their shoulders.
zayne cleared his throat and focused his gaze on the cat clock on the wall, watching its eyes and tail move. “i suppose you deserve honesty. caleb, you tell her.”
caleb scoffs and sits up, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “really zayne? fiiine, finee, i’ll break the news.”
you turn to caleb with stars in your eyes, excitement burning under your skin. this was the most scandalous thing you’d heard in a long time. not because they were both guys, but because they’d kept it from you! and it was completely unexpected, growing up you’d got the idea that both guys had some form of affection towards you, but you never got that vibe between them.
caleb leans back against your couch casually, like he’s telling you about the weather. “it started out as hand and blowjobs when we started rooming together junior year, mainly me to zayne to help him manage his stress from exams in college. theeen we realized that sex would benefit us both, aand we couldn’t be stopped.”
he shrugged and continued. “no biggie, friends fuck sometimes. we don’t live together anymore buuuut we do visit each other every week.” caleb ends with a smirk, hinting that their hookups weren’t a thing of the past.
you heard zayne scoff and mutter an annoyed ‘friends’ from beside you.
you look between the two, zaynes cheeks as red as a firetruck and calebs face smug as ever. you were smiling and practically jumping in your seat on the couch at the gossip you were getting.
“i can’t believe you guys left this out when we were texting! can i ask who’s the bottom?”
both guys responded at the same time, both saying “him.”
you bit your lip to suppress giggles. “ooooh, the plot thickens.”
caleb smirks and tilts his head to the side, looking at you through slightly lidded eyes. “that’s not his name, but he’s deeefinitely thickening.”
zayne rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply, prompting you to lower your brows in confusion.
“what are you-” unfortunately for you, your eyes lowered to calebs lap where you found a very prominent bulge in his pants. your eyes widened and your jaw went slightly slack, your pussy tingling in response. god, you were so pent up from lack of orgasms that you were suddenly flooded just at the sight of your friends bulge.
“caleb! really?! ughhh you are so corny- and disgusting, might i add.” you turned to zayne and pointed your thumb at caleb. “you hooked up with him? seriously?”
zayne shook his head and looked at you, his eyes lidded in the same way calebs were, which shocked you. your whole life you’d known zayne to be the picture of restraint and calmness.
his voice was deep. “unfortunately, he’s good for stress relief, among other things.”
the two made clear eyes at each other and you watched as they looked each other over with fire in their eyes.
you raised your hand in the air like you were in school, waiting to be called on. “umm, helloo, you guys are totally eye fucking each other while i’m in the middle of you, witnessing said eye fucking.”
caleb leaned closer to you, his pointer finger curling around a bit of your hair. “would you like to be between us inn… a closer way?”
your breath caught in your throat at the way he practically purred the words. you tilt your head up slightly and met his purple eyes that were gazing into yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. the air between you and caleb was charged, making it difficult to take deep breaths.
you leaned back slightly to try and get away from his intoxicating vicinity, only to have your back bump into zaynes hard chest. his nose brushed against your temple, his palm resting above your thigh, fingers flexing.
“may i?” he asked, voice low and still calm.
you swallowed and closed your eyes, considering your options carefully. you could a. say no and potentially end your friendships with both guys, or b. say yes and… what? fuck your two childhood best friends? you had just started catching up with them! surely this was too fast, right?
but when you opened your eyes and looked between the two guys, taking in the heavy rise and falling of their chests, the smoking looks in their eyes, and their bodies… god, they were hot.
maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t been with anyone in years, maybe it was the fact that you were definitely ovulating, or maybe it was the fact that your two childhood best friends grew up to look like pure sex and were acting like they wanted to fuck you.
“fuck it, yes-” you breathe out, voice airy and slightly wobbly, nervous but not unsure.
at the same time zaynes palm kneaded the soft skin of your thigh, caleb leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, no hesitation.
you kissed back hard, hands gripping the base of his neck and the back of his shirt, pulling him until he was halfway on top of you. the added weight pushed you fully against zaynes chest, sandwiching you between their two hard bodies.
you smiled into the kiss and giggled, which made caleb chuckle as well, his hand moving down to your waist and guiding your hips to grind against his.
your sensitive core rocked against his hard bulge and a moan slipped out of you. caleb took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring what he’d yearned for for years.
zayne hummed behind you and moved his hands up your thighs and under your shirt onto the soft skin of your stomach, cold fingers trailing up to toy against the edge of your lacy bra.
he pressed a few kisses to your ear, mumbling into it with a raspy voice, teasing. “lace, hm? i wonder why you chose a lace bra when you knew you were meeting your old friends. naughty, naughty..”
you whimpered in response and caleb pulled away from your lips, nibbling your bottom lip gently. he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, gathering the mix of his and your spit and held his thumb over your shoulder to zayne.
zayne hummed and licked the spit off of calebs thumb slowly, his eyes locked on calebs.
caleb nodded, voice purring. “goood. i bet you’ve got on matching lace panties too, don’t you?”
his fingers walk up to the waistband of your leggings and he peels them down, smirking.
he reaches in and pulls the side of your panties out of your leggings to show zayne that you did, in fact, have matching lace panties on.
zayne hums in appreciation and takes the piece of fabric from caleb, running his fingers over it before letting it go, the elastic snapping against your hip.
you jump slightly and yelp from surprise.
caleb rubs the skin to soothe the ache while zayne speaks. “good girl, it’s like you knew this would happen. did you have plans to seduce us tonight?”
“n-no..” you mumble
“oh? then you planned to flirt with just one of us?” zayne asks, head tilting slightly as he pulls you back against his chest, his hard bulge pressing into your lower back.
caleb trailed sloppy, wet kisses from your collarbone up your neck as he mumbled. “mmmh, which one of us were you after?”
you shook your head, hands frozen at your sides because you weren’t sure what to do. “i couldn’t pick, you’re both- ah, too hot..”
zayne starts to inch your shirt up slowly, cold fingers brushing against your ribs occasionally causing goosebumps to pop up. “then i guess we’ll have to help you choose which of us you like better, right caleb?”
the second you saw the cocky smirk on calebs face you should've known that you were in for it.
—
“fuck-!” you moaned, hips trying to lift up off of calebs face. he hummed in displeasure and wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you back down firmly so your clothed pussy was against his mouth.
caleb was laying on the couch, his legs dangling off the side as he mouthed at the lace panties covering your heat. he slowly moved the gusset to the side, his tongue dragging over your folds teasingly.
zaynes fingers tangled in your scalp and brought your attention back to him. he sat across from you on the couch, his shirt was off and his pants were pushed down and gathered at his knees. his cock- thick and veiny- stood between his thighs, your drool dripping down it. you’d been eagerly sucking it before caleb nipped at your clit, shocking you so much that you practically spat zaynes dick out of your mouth.
zayne pulled on calebs hair between your thighs, eliciting a moan from the man.
“you’re distracting her, xia.”
caleb mumbled a ‘good’ while he continued to lap at your juices, his eyes shut peacefully.
you swallow hard and try to focus back on zayne. “sorry, sorry..” you bend and take him back in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. though even that didn’t help the sting in the corners of your mouth from how big he was, your jaw stretched wider than ever before just to accommodate him.
zayne hummed as your tongue swirled around his tip, your head gently bobbing up and down.
“good.. very good.”
you preened at the praise, about to look up at him when calebs tongue pressed against you g spot, making you all but wail around zaynes cock. your thighs shook and caleb pressed down on them harder, making sure you stayed put as he focused his tongue to the spot that gave you such a beautiful reaction.
zayne groaned and held your head in place, shallowly thrusting his cock up into your mouth that was vibrating with moans, the stimulation causing a familiar coil low in his belly.
“yes- yes, just stay like this, perfect- i’m going to cum in your mouth, swallow it.. agh, all of it.” zayne rambled.
with one look up at him, you could see he was a mess. you’d never seen him look any less than a picture of composure- except now as he groaned loudly and shot thick, warm ropes of cum into your mouth.
the look on his face and calebs continuous work beneath you tipped you over the edge, your hips grinding down onto calebs mouth and nose.
caleb moaned against your dripping pussy, greedily lapping up and swallowing all of your juices as you came on his face.
as you pulled off of zaynes cock, strings of your saliva and his cum connected your lips and his tip. caleb continued to slowly kiss your messy folds, humming happily, like he never wanted to move from between your thighs.
“ah- caleb, its- mmh!” you tried, words failing you.
zayne helped you out, seeing the way your body twitched and how your eyebrows knit together.
“you’re overstimulating her poor pussy, caleb, give her a break.”
caleb sighed dramatically and let go of your thighs, letting you lift up enough that he could sit up. the lower half of his face was wet with your sticky cum, but he didn’t seem to mind. he smiled and licked his lips.
“mmmh, yum. don’t you wish you had some?” caleb teased zayne before standing and throwing you over his shoulder easily, smirking at zayne as he headed towards your room. “come and get it then.”
a huff left your lips as your back hit your mattress. you sat up to look around your room, making sure everything that could be embarrassing was put away, but caleb diving back in between your thighs distracted you.
“mmhh, not again!” you weakly protest, your muscles already relaxing as caleb licked stripes up your slit.
you watched zayne walk into your room quietly, heavy cock bobbing between his thighs with every step. he gripped calebs hair and pulled him up and away from your fluttering pussy.
“what are you, pussy drunk?” zayne scolds, looking over calebs face.
caleb tilted his head towards zayne in an attempt to entice him, your juices glistening around his mouth. “have a taste and you’ll understand, i promise.”
zayne wasted no time in licking around calebs lips, humming at the delicious taste of your cum on his tongue. he kissed calebs jaw and then pressed his lips to calebs hungrily, his hand gripping the back of calebs neck to keep him still.
caleb was quick to kiss back, shoving his tongue into zaynes mouth, stepping forward so their bodies were pressed together.
you watched the two fight for dominance, your fingers quickly dipping between your thighs to rub your swollen clit, biting your lip as you take in the sight.
zayne was clearly winning, pulling caleb head back so he could push his tongue deeper into the mans mouth. with his other hand, zayne unbuttoned calebs pants and yanked them down to his knees, gripping his painful looking bulge through his boxers.
caleb moaned into zaynes mouth unabashedly, fingers kneading the skin of zaynes ass and grinding his hips into zaynes palm.
the sight of the two men making out in front of you caused your pussy to flutter, ready for round two and upset at how neglected she was, despite there being two very capable men in the room.
you whined needily, which pulled both zayne and calebs attention back to you, and they almost came on the spot.
you were laying on top of your comforter, legs spread wide while your manicured fingers played with your pretty pussy that was winking at them.
both guys stood and stared, breathing heavily from their kissing.
“fuck.. so pretty pips, can i take a picture?” caleb asked breathily, hands already searching for his phone.
zayne shook his head and gave calebs clothed cock a tight squeeze before walking towards your bed slowly. “beauty such as this shouldn’t be tainted by cameras.”
his fingers ghosted up your ankle slowly before circling around your trembling knee cap.
“hm. no, your beauty should be worshipped.”
caleb approached the bed as well, kneeling on the end of it and circling his knuckles on the skin just above your clit, making you moan breathily.
zayne leaned in and moved your hair away from your ear to whisper in it. “let us show you what we can do for you, beautiful, and i promise you won’t let us go.”
you swallowed hard and nodded, eagerly consenting to whatever it was they had planned. based on the look they gave each other after you agreed, you wondered if you bit off more than you could chew. but looking at the two toned men- you were sure that there wasn’t a single part of them that you wouldn't gnaw on.
the guys were in unspoken agreement that caleb would fuck you first, simply because he was clearly losing it.
zayne sat beside you on the bed, sitting you up and propping up pillows behind you so your top half was angled up. he gently gathered your hair and secured it back with a hair tie so it wouldn’t get tangled or in the way, his hands soft and caressing.
he looked at caleb at the end of the bed, who was ripping open a condom packet. “look at him, so desperate for your warm pussy.”
you hummed and spread your legs wider so you could watch caleb as he pulled his boxers off, the skintight fabric peeling off of his thick thighs and falling to your floor. as soon as his dick popped free, saliva flooded your mouth and your lower half clenched with deep seated need.
“cay- holy shit, that’s.. bigger than.. i don’t even know what.” you say, impressed.
caleb smiles as he rolls the condom over his thick, flushed dick, twitching at every touch. “oh yeah? wellll, you’re about to feel every single inch of it.”
he gently slapped his tip against your clit, causing you both to moan. as he aligned himself with your entrance, zayne softly pet your hair and massaged one of your breasts, pinching your nipple every now and then.
you whined at the stretch, your back lifting up off of the bed. “oh- mmhhh, fuck.”
zayne pressed down on your chest gently to press you back down against the mountain of pillows he assembled beneath you and tutted. “stay still for caleb, you want to be just as good for him as you were for me, don’t you?”
you nod and words fell from your mouth quickly as every inch caleb feeds you makes you lose more and more of your breath. “yes, yes, i do- i promise i can be so good for him, zayne-”
zayne shook his head and turned you by your scalp so you were looking at caleb, who was panting and gripping your thigh and ankle tightly as he pushed into your warmth. “why are you telling me that? tell it to him, since he’s being so nice to you and giving you his pretty cock.”
“thank you cal- ahh! eb-” you whine out, a moan punched from your lungs when he suddenly snapped his hips against yours as soon as you said his name, the last few inches shoved into you.
caleb hummed and nodded, leaning forward to bend your thighs towards your chest and nuzzling his nose into your skin there. “you’re welcome, pips, so- ah, tight for me. ‘m gonna move now, hold on.”
you gripped the sheets and tossed your head back against zaynes arm behind you as caleb began dragging his cock in and out of you, his pace almost instantly becoming fast.
caleb groaned and rutted into you hard and fast. that hadn’t been his initial plan- no, he’d wanted to take it slow with you, really savor the moment and your body, but your pussy had gotten to his head. watching you give zayne head and feeling you ride his face had made him painfully hard, and zayne fondling him hadn’t helped his situation either. by the time he pressed into you, he was close, but he was holding off as best he could.
you weren’t holding up much better, moaning loudly and pressing your face into the crook of zaynes elbow. his bicep was right in front of your eyes and it was so toned that you couldn't help but bite it, gnawing and slobbering all over the muscle like a dog with a bone.
zayne let you bite him for a long moment before he pulled you away from his arm by your hair, looking down into your hazy eyes. he tilted his head and wiped up the spit around your mouth, spreading it over your nipples and rolling them between his fingers.
“ah-!” you exclaim, hand reaching out to grip calebs bicep instead, which only makes caleb drive into you harder, moaning and whining above you.
“how noisy you both are, you’ll get a noise complaint.” zayne teases and hooks his pointer and middle finger into one side of your mouth and pulls it so your mouth is above his leaking cock. “why don’t you use this to quiet yourself? clearly you have an oral fixation problem with the way you were gnawing on my arm.” he says, voice teasing again, and slightly mean.
you try to agree, but because your mouth was stretched open, the words were unintelligible.
zayne let out a hiss of breath as your warm mouth took in his wide cock for the second time tonight. you lapped at his tip desperately, craving the salty pre on your tongue. once you licked up all that was there, you let your head sink down until your nose was pressed against the trimmed hair at his base, crying out around his cock while caleb drilled into you.
caleb watched you give zayne head, spurred on by the sight of zaynes pleased expression. he whined and gripped your thigh tighter, lifting your other leg up so your foot was propped against his shoulder, deepening the angle. “soo pretty like that- fuck, you both look so hot.”
your body tensed, the change in angle made it so calebs tip was hammering against your g spot every other thrust. you gasped around zaynes cock and pulled off, mouth hovering just over his tip as a slew of likely embarrassing noises escaped you.
zayne watched as the two of you clearly were closing in on your orgasms. he pressed two fingers down on your tongue, making your noises far more embarrassing and louder than they had been previously.
“gooood, you’re both so perfect.” zayne purred and reached down, rolling tight circles around your clit.
you gasped and all but screamed, your orgasm crashing over you, walls clenching caleb so tight that he joined you, groaning and sinking his teeth into the fleshy skin of your thigh.
caleb continues to slowly and shallowly fuck into you while you’re both coming down from your orgasms, licking and kissing the bite mark he left behind on your thigh.
you raise your tired eyes up to meet zaynes glittering ones, his fingers gently pulling out of your mouth. he pets your hair again softly, wiping your saliva from his fingers onto your hair- whether it was intentional or unintentional, you weren’t sure. there was a lot that you weren’t sure about now in your fucked out state.
the one thing you did know was that the look in zaynes eyes said that you weren’t done. he looked down at you like he was plotting his moves, imagining the positions he could put you in. he could tell that you were likely going to tap out after one more round, so he had to be strategic about what he wanted to do and how he wanted to do it.
zayne stood up from the bed and walked over to calebs discarded pants on the floor, rummaging through them for a condom.
caleb huffed out a laugh at zaynes actions before rubbing up and down your legs. “‘m gonna pull out now, kay? niiiice and easy..” he slowly pulled out, your cum leaking onto the comforter below once he was fully removed.
you whined at the overwhelming feeling of emptiness, letting your legs fall closed. your chest was rising and falling quickly, palms holding your breasts for comfort.
caleb gripped your ankles and pulled you down the bed gently until your ass was at the edge. he pat your hip and sat behind your head, smiling down at you. “why don’t you turn on your stomach so you can face me?”
you raised an eyebrow at how giddy he seemed. when you were younger, caleb only acted like this when he was up to something naughty, butttt you thought that maybe it was just how he acted after sex now. you listened and rolled over, resting your cheek against his thigh.
caleb brushed a thumb over your other cheek and looked down at you like you were the cutest thing he’d seen in ages. “aww, how about raising up on your knees so i can see your pretty ass?”
you instantly pushed up onto your knees so you were in the face down ass up position. if you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, you might've questioned the odd change in position, and you also might've noticed that zayne was nowhere to be seen- well, that is until you felt him.
you yelped loudly when zayne pressed into you in one thrust, his hands trailing up and down your spine, sending shivers in their wake. “shhh.. you took me so well, so beautifully. i thought caleb was exaggerating, but god, you feel amazing.”
you let out a groan that’s part pleasure and part annoyance.
glaring up at caleb, who’s grinning like the cat that got the cream, you grit out. “you. tricked. me.”
caleb chucked and tugged on a strand of your hair that had come loose from the hair tie zayne put it back in.
“i didn’t trick you, juuust distracted you long enough to get you into zaynes favorite position. you’re welcome, by the way, for the best sex of your life.”
you were about to speak when zayne beat you to it. “don’t set standards that can be so easily broken, caleb.”he began thrusting in and out of you slowly, his hands continuing their exploration over your back. “so pretty. and you sound so pretty, too.”
his words drew your attention to the sounds between your legs, the wet noises that were becoming more prominent every time he pushed back into you. you whined in embarrassment, trying to hide your face in calebs leg.
caleb smoothed your hair back gently. “you’re so sweet, trying to hide like this. how come zayne got attention when i was fucking you, but when it’s his turn i don’t get any special treatment?”
you glared up again at him and tried to keep your voice even, not succeeding, as it grew higher in pitch as zayne fucked into you harder. “you- tricked me, mmmhh, so you don’t get any.. anything special.”
caleb tutted at you and shook his head, leaning back on one arm. “you’re acting like a brat, pips, what happened to the sweet, sweet princess that just came all over my cock?”
“hmmph.” is the only answer you give. you weren’t able to see the look zayne gave caleb from behind you, but caleb sure did- and he smirked, knowing you were in for it.
zayne gripped your hair that he pulled back into a hair tie earlier- you should’ve known he had ulterior motives- and pulled it until your head was craned back.
he listened to you let out a shocked noise before speaking, his thrusts slowing and his voice low and calculated. “i don’t fuck selfish brats. either be sweet and show caleb how nice you can be or continue to act like this and we leave.”
you swallowed hard and whimpered, your words tinged with embarrassment. “o-okay- okay, i’ll be nice..”
“then show us.” zayne let go of your hair.
you looked up at caleb, shame filled eyes meeting his reassuring purple ones. you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, which was still covered in his own cum from where he’d yet to clean it off after removing the used condom.
caleb sighed in pleasure as your hand worked up and down his shaft, hips bucking up into your hand when you brushed a thumb over the leaking slit of his tip.
zayne hummed and picked his pace up again, slow thrusts turning to hard ones. “very good.. you really can be good, you just need some guidance, hm?”
you nod and try to answer, but only moans escape you. your swollen pussy was so tired and overstimulated that it made it hard for you to think, let alone answer questions.
you continued to move your hand over caleb lazily, your strokes uneven and your grip somewhat loose.
caleb didn’t seem to mind, though, as he was panting and moaning your name quietly, mumbling praises.
“soo good for us, giving us what we want. and so pretty while you do it- ahh- just like that, pips.”
moaning was the only thing you could do, staring at how his cum coated your hand you drooled all over his thigh.
zayne draped himself over your back, one of his hands going to wrap around yours on calebs cock, gripping and moving it faster, which made caleb groan. “see how much louder he gets when you grip him like this?”
you whine in reply, pushing your hips back to meet zaynes in time as he fucks into you. his other hand reaches under your body and slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your clit with sharp passes.
he pants in your ear. “if i can make you cum before you make caleb cum, we’ll make this a habit- hhmm.. you, caleb, and i together like this.”
you helplessly nod, your moans and words mixing in an unintelligible sound. desperate to fuck them both again, you slam your hips back against his, the slapping sound adding to the plethora of lewd sounds in the room.
it had been too close for your comfort, but you were already cumming so hard that you saw stars at least 5 seconds before you felt heavy spurts of calebs cum landing on your face and hand.
your face remained pressed against calebs thigh until zayne gently wiped calebs cum off of your cheek with a washcloth.
caleb took the wet cloth from zayne and wiped off your cum coated hand, praising you. the words were lost to you as your head felt like it was empty, your thoughts fully ridded by both caleb and zayne.
both guys quickly and carefully cleaned you up and changed your sheets before snuggling up with you in bed. zayne was half asleep to your left and caleb was feeding you a leftover slice of pizza to your right.
you smiled lazily as you chewed, giggling. “i won the bet, zayne.”
zayne hummed. “so you did. we’ll make this a weekly thing, then.”
“daily.” you and caleb say at the same time, which results in all three of you giggling and laughing.
thank god zayne and caleb got hot.
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a/n pt2: do i think zayne would do half of this? probably not. did he do it in MY fic? absolutely!! also i really did get so lost in the sauce with this that i forgot it started as a when did you get hot fic LMFAOO😭 #oopsies! also i know i say this for like all my fics, but i do fear that they're both kinda ooc. dare i say caleb was giving me raf vibes when i was editing this???? where'd HE come from?? idk! i had fun with this though and tbh that's what counts :D
also i need u guys to know that when i wrote caleb kissing her at the beginning when shes smushed between them laughing, i absolutely was picturing this
Omg caleb gets jealous of other Li and his breeding kink takes a front seat. Thoughts???
YES!
He sees you talking with Zayne (he doesn't hate Zayne, just does not like the fact that he's smiling at you let alone breathing near you) and it just makes him go crazy.
And when you guys are home Caleb instantly rips your clothes off, he doesn't even make it to the bedroom he just goes to the kitchen counter and before you know it he's thrusting his cock deep into your cunt.
He makes promises of filling you up with so much of his cum that you're gonna be dripping for weeks. He'll even get you pregnant, keep you on round with his child so that everyone knows you're his and his only.
And obviously Caleb will take the best care of you when you're pregnant too
I have no friends that play lads and after the trailer with Caleb my mind is in ruins and all i can think is arranged marriage between Colonel Caleb and his general's daughter. Ughh the tension and the dramaaaaa.
Thats it, thats all i had to say, thank you for coming to my ted talk (i really needed to yap about that to someone) 😂😂😂😂😂
🥹 Anon~ come back. Let's chat some more. I'll entertain all of your Caleb brainrots 🫶
You should also know that I saw this message this afternoon while I was out shopping.......the high-pitched gasp I had let out in public, because why is this right up my alley 😭😭😭
Ok I originally thought out like the whole situation in bullet points, but writing this one scene gotten out of control, because why did I get so into it, so I guess...consider this a snippet of sorts (it's kind of messy, but I was rushing)? 🫣 (or should I polish this up and repost it as an actual fic? I'm really digging this premise, if I'm honest 🤔)
You didn't have a say.
You didn't agree to this marriage. The General—your father, you remind yourself, often feeling emotionally estranged from the man who has never once raised you, viewing you as secondary to his military career—has arranged for you to wed his colonel.
Colonel Caleb. He is young, ambitious, and with a bright future ahead of him. He will rise through the ranks quickly, many believe. No one is surprised that the young man is betrothed to the general's daughter. It seems only right that such an esteemed union should happen, bringing two honorable families together.
You didn't have a say.
The General—your father, you correct yourself again, your nerves getting the best of you—is walking you down the aisle, his arm looped around yours—tightly. The organ is playing the Wedding March. Why does it sound like a dirge?
All eyes are on you, the blushing bride in her beautiful pristine white, lacy long-sleeved demure wedding gown. You didn’t choose this. You didn’t want to wear this dress. You didn’t want to wear this style. This isn’t you.
You didn't have a say.
The guests are all part of the military. You don't know these people. They're the General's—Father's—acquaintances. His peers, his colleagues. Subordinates and superiors. They are all acquaintances of his. Who are these strangers?
"Don't mess this up," he whispers under his breath as you approach your waiting groom, dressed in his most formal uniform for this nuptial. This is his only fatherly advice as he gives his one daughter's hand away—to a man she doesn't even know.
You don't have a say.
The ceremony proceeds without a hitch. You didn't look at your groom, or rather, you barely registered the man in front of you. You had moved through the motion, did everything you were supposed to, just like in the pre-rehersal ceremony, but you weren't there. It was like your mind had slipped away, and your body was just moving along on autopilot.
"You may kiss the bride," the priest declares.
Your mind returns, and you still when he kisses you. There is cheering and applause. You aren't happy. Is he happy?
You close your eyes, just letting this happen. It will be over soon. Just let it happen.
You don't have a say.
His arm loops through yours, leading you back down the aisle. There is more cheering and applause, and as you leave the church, the sun shines brightly on your marriage, and flower petals are tossed in the air, raining down over you and your groom.
There is so much joy and congratulations. Why then does it feel like the end of the world?
You don't respond, your face unwittingly tucking away into his arm as he leads you away for the wedding reception.
You don't even remember the reception. Did it even happen? Did you eat? Danced? Were there speeches or well-wishes? What did the wedding cake taste like?
You don't remember.
It was mid-afternoon when you had left the church, but now suddenly nightfall came without warning. How did that happen?
You exit a car, your hand in his.
This is a hotel. Right. A hotel.
It's your wedding night. A marriage is consummated on the wedding night. That is how it typically goes.
You have to consummate your marriage. You have to...sleep with your newly-wedded husband. Your husband. Caleb.
You didn't want to consummate this marriage. You didn't even want to get married. But you couldn't say no. You couldn't say no to any of this, and now, you know you also couldn't say no to him.
You don't have a say.
His hand is so much bigger than yours, you notice, as he holds yours, silently guiding you to your honeymoon suite.
Every step, every action, brings you closer to that moment. You barely register anything, not even hearing the beep when Caleb swipes the key card on the digital lock of the suite.
You're led into an extravagant suite. There is a vase of red roses and champagne chilling in an ice bucket, all courtesy of the hotel.
Still, you don't feel like you are in the moment, being completely lost in your head. You have to sleep with him. You didn’t want to marry him. You don't want to be married. You don't want to sleep with him. You don't want him.
You don't have a say.
He pours you a glass of champagne. You drink it, hoping it will calm your nerves. It doesn't. You feel like you are slipping, thoughts running haywire.
"You look very beautiful," he says, his hand brushing away the loose strands of hair that framed your face. His hand cups your face, his lips on yours before you even realize what is happening.
He sets the glasses to the side, taking you to bed. You sit on the edge next to him, his lips on yours again. You're not responding. He stills, but just for a moment. Did he notice? He continues, his lips along your neck, his hand reaching behind you for the zipper of your wedding dress.
You feel a chill.
He undresses you, lays you on the bed, completely exposed to him. You're not registering anything, breathing shuddering as he looms over you, slowly undressing himself now.
This is happening. You can't say no. Just go with it. It will all be over soon. Just do your duties. Just drift away, and it will all end soon.
He leans down and kisses you again, and you don't respond. His hands explores you, and you close your eyes, trying to think of anything but this moment. You don't even realize that you are tensing until he stops.
"You're...crying?"
You gasp, eyes opening in shock when he brushes your tears away. He looks hurt. Why?
He kisses your forehead. "We don't have to do this," he reassures you.
You don't understand. This is expected. You can't say no. You couldn't say no to any of this. You can't say no to him either.
"We...don't?" You find your voice, as small and scared as it was.
There is so much sadness in his eyes. Why?
He smiles. There is no joy. He smiles and shakes his head.
"But...I...have...to....we have to..."
He is confused. "Says who?"
Is he really expecting an actual response? You feel lost and confused.
"Every...everyone," you answer him.
He huffs and shakes his head again. "We don't have to," he says again. "I won't force myself on you if you're uncomfortable."
"But...we are married—"
"We are married," he says firmly, "You are my wife, and I am your husband. What happens—or doesn't happen—behind closed doors is our business. Not anyone else's."
But people will talk. Time will pass, and people will start wondering why you aren't pregnant yet. That is how it goes, right? First comes marriage and then comes the baby carriage, or however the fuck it's supposed to go. You have to go through with this, the whole nine yards, or people will talk.
The military is full of secrets, but rumors will still snake their way throughout until it reaches your father. If he knows, he will blame you for embarrassing him in front of his colleagues. For being a worthless daughter who couldn't do this one thing right.
You have no say in this. You can rebel all you want, but he will always make you cower in the end and bend to his will, just like how this marriage has happened.
"We have to," you tell Caleb, surprising him, "I'm...I'm okay with this."
You gasp when he pulls you up and into his arms, your face pressed to his chest. His hand is big, you think again, feeling it stroking the back of your head, but you also realize it is so gentle. He is so much bigger than you, can easily overpower and overwhelm you, but he doesn't.
He is so, so gentle with you. Why?
You don't even realize you had started crying, your body trembling against his, until he asks, "Are you scared of me?"
And you pause, breathing still shaky.
He continues to rub the back of your head. He sighs suddenly, and he whispers into your hair, "You don't have to be scared of me. I won't hurt you. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to."
"It’s...not you," you say eventually, still unsure if you were being completely truthful with him. "It’s..."
You falter, unsure of where your fears truly lie. Him? The Gener—Father? Or...everything?
He shushes you again. "Don't worry about anyone else. Just trust me."
You look up hesitantly, your tears blurring your vision. He brushes away those tears.
You're looking at him. Truly looking at him for the first time.
His eyes are violet, you realize suddenly. They are so pretty.
"I'll protect you," he promises, "I'll keep you safe, so please....please don't be scared of me."
Caleb x fem!reader
Warnings: penetration, use of toys, inappropriate use of evol, edging, bondage, colonel!Caleb, lmk if I missed smth...
Note: Im all for the LIs using their evols during sex and I think Caleb uses his frequently. this is js something I thought of while having a conversation abt Caleb's evol with a friend hehe, I apologize for the bad writing ion write a lot so im not all that confident in my skills but I hope yall enjoy it nonetheless! feedback is greatly appreciated!
You're lying on Caleb's bed ass up in the air with your hands bound behind your back, there's a rope around your knees and ankles preventing you from squirming out of the position. Caleb sits near the bed in a leather chair watching as the silicon dildo bullies your sopping wet pussy. Your whimpers are like music to his ears only growing louder when he speeds up the pace, using his evol to continue relentlessly fucking you into the mattress. You blabble incoherently, hands grasping at nothing but air as your thighs tense up in anticipation waiting for the knot in your stomach to finally snap.
Before it could, Caleb quickly removed the dildo with a soft pop. You whine at the loss of stimulation, “hah..please..ah..” you moan which only amuses him. “You can’t cum that easily, not yet.” he chuckles, standing up to make his way over to your side. His fingers ghost over your ass gliding down until he reaches your heat. Using his gloved hand he gently rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves causing you to whimper once more. “You’re soaking wet angel, maybe you’re ready for the real thing,” he whispers, unbuckling his pants.
Caleb x fem!reader
Warnings: penetration, use of toys, inappropriate use of evol, edging, bondage, colonel!Caleb, lmk if I missed smth...
Note: Im all for the LIs using their evols during sex and I think Caleb uses his frequently. this is js something I thought of while having a conversation abt Caleb's evol with a friend hehe, I apologize for the bad writing ion write a lot so im not all that confident in my skills but I hope yall enjoy it nonetheless! feedback is greatly appreciated!
You're lying on Caleb's bed ass up in the air with your hands bound behind your back, there's a rope around your knees and ankles preventing you from squirming out of the position. Caleb sits near the bed in a leather chair watching as the silicon dildo bullies your sopping wet pussy. Your whimpers are like music to his ears only growing louder when he speeds up the pace, using his evol to continue relentlessly fucking you into the mattress. You blabble incoherently, hands grasping at nothing but air as your thighs tense up in anticipation waiting for the knot in your stomach to finally snap.
Before it could, Caleb quickly removed the dildo with a soft pop. You whine at the loss of stimulation, “hah..please..ah..” you moan which only amuses him. “You can’t cum that easily, not yet.” he chuckles, standing up to make his way over to your side. His fingers ghost over your ass gliding down until he reaches your heat. Using his gloved hand he gently rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves causing you to whimper once more. “You’re soaking wet angel, maybe you’re ready for the real thing,” he whispers, unbuckling his pants.
GIVE ME YANDERE CALEB infold im BEGGING. I don’t want our Caleb. I want this mysterious Caleb who travelled from an alternate timeline where he lost his MC and refuses to allow anything to happen to his new found love.
I want Caleb to have had a lover and lost her so he’s so desperate to keep her this time. I want a Caleb who will bend the rules in his favor. I want a Caleb who puts MC first and society second.
a very sloppy hc because i couldn’t help myself lol
stalker!caleb, yandere!caleb
imagine caleb surprising you by showing up to your doorstep a year after his death once he heard that you’re dating again.
caleb has decided to stay hidden lest his true intentions are revealed and the hunter association ruining his plan that he’s worked so hard for. even if it’s at the price of you being a prisoner to grief, caleb is willing to pay it.
but when words reach caleb’s ears on how you, his fiance, has moved on and started seeing someone else, dr.zayne no less, he couldn’t sit still.
zayne, the bane of caleb’s existence. their rivalry is no secret. everyone is aware of their competitiveness with everything in life, no matter how big or small it is.
this is why caleb is pissed because mc still has this nasty habit of meddling into other people’s business. he can’t believe that she thought having zayne dating you is a good solution. it’s an actual insult because she knows how much they’ve hated each other. briefly, caleb wonders if mc gets a sadistic kick out of her little scheme.
no matter, what’s important now is to put an end to this farce.
despite being in hiding, caleb still knows everything about you. he bugged your house, your phone and when he has the time, he will follow you around. seeing you just eases his mind, fills him up with the motivation to succeeded.
this is how he knows mc is the one who convinced you to move on despite it only being a year and talked you into dating dr.zayne, a man who was head over heels with mc but got his heart crushed when she started seeing sylus.
blood boils in caleb’s veins at the thought of another man holding you, caring after you, touching you. it’s all too much!
when you open the door and see caleb standing there, tall and proud in his uniform, you faint. but it’s okay. caleb is quick to catch you.
once you’re secured in the aircraft, he debugs your house and removed any evidence of today’s visit.
caleb takes you to his hiding place, somewhere remote and away from nosy people, so he can have you all to himself.
₊˚｡ ❆ ⋆⁺₊❅. how your snowman comforts you during a panic / anxiety attack
"what do you need?" is the first thing out of his mouth ; do you need to talk? do you need to sit in silence? do you need to throw things?
he is so fucking patient, to a fault
his voice is always soft and gentle, but it almost gets even lower, taking on a tone of safety
when you're ready for touch, he's very much into keeping calming / cozy items around ( your canon burrito blanket he references, your favorite plushies, etc. )
he also has bought you way too many fidget toys, just in case you need something to keep your hands busy
he's cooking your favorite foods, calling in your favorite dessert
favorite sitcom is locked and loaded on your tv
"i heard breathing exercises can help bring down your nerves. would you like to try some?"
brings you water, even if you're adamant about not wanting it in the moment
he's good at telling when he should use his clinical skills when he needs to but putting them on the back burner if needed. he can also understand if his clinical method doesn't work and you need something else
he's a big fan of 3-3-3 calming method -- name 3 colors you can see, 3 sounds you hear, and move 3 body parts
he's locked in for the night, cuddling you with soft kisses to your hair
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