a/n. based off of this mutual’s art (please check them out! (@applepuppy77)). sorry if there are mechanical inconsistencies, this is out of my profession. i’ve only tinkered with my pc before
“Caleb, are you sure you don’t want a break… you’re panting a lot…”
There’s a strained smile on Caleb’s face, thick eyebrows furrowed as beads of sweat line his forehead and drip down his cheeks.
“…Caleb?”
“Hah… I’m fine, pips. Keep going.” The quiet whirl of the mechanical parts that make up his abdomen fills the silence, mingling with Caleb’s uneven breaths.
“I’m nervous, you have to tell me when it hurts, okay?” You bite your lip, picking up the circuit board with care. “You know I’ve only worked on your arm before… what if I mess up?”
“You’ll be okay,” Caleb assures you, lashes fanning his cheeks. His eyes are hazy, half focused on his open stomach, and half focused on you. “I’ll guide you if you need help. Just… trust your instincts and remember the techniques from when you helped me with my arm.”
You shuffle to make yourself comfortable in his lap once more, trying to ease the stiffness in your body. “Okay. I’m going to install the piece now. Ready?”
“Ready.”
With slow movements, you carefully insert the mechanism until you hear a click, narrating as you go. “It’s in. I need to make sure it’s stable though, tell me to stop if it hurts or feels weird.”
Fighting to keep still Caleb leans forwards, smile wavering. “Tighten the south bolt tighter than the others. There should be a red mark on it. It loosens too easily.”
The system is glaringly more complex than his arm, multi-coloured wires threading around the main central core in the middle. You let your eyes trail down towards the bolt he mentioned, nodding.
“Mkay. Tightening it now.” Taking a deep breath to stop your hand from shaking, you take the small wrench and lean in, a tight furrow between your brows.
The second you touch the metal connecting his main system to the circuit, Caleb jerks forward, a breathy gasp escaping his lips. His hand curls around the lower half of his face, muffling his sounds as he flushes red of either embarrassment or arousal.
“Hah… pips. Slow…haaah… down, fuck.” He curses when you tighten the bolt while he’s somewhat distracted, his head jerking back and ramming into the wall behind him.
“It’s done…! Did it hurt? Sorry, I thought it might be better if I was slightly quicker.”
“No, it was only a pinch.” Caleb’s cheeks burn a brighter red and his eyes have yet to clear, still glazed over. They dart away from yours when they make contact. “Mind helping me close up?”
“Mhm,” you say absentmindedly, mind wandering elsewhere. “Masochist.”
“I…aha, wha—?”
Your fingers inch forward again to trail down the stabilizing rod, letting your fingertips trace each ridge and texture. The whirling of the fan gets louder as he overheats, his eyes widening at the betrayal.
After a moment Caleb’s eyes drift shut, shuddering as his hand reaches out to grasp your wrist, though not stopping you.
“You’re not going to stop me?”
“You know I won’t. You can do whatever you want to me, I’d take it all.”
He lets your curious fingers wander, body tightening beneath you when your touch reaches the newly installed component, vibration humming through the metal.
“Ah—”
The sound escapes him before he can stop it, eyelids fluttering shut.
“Sensitive?”
“No,” he says quickly. You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe a little,” he admits.
“A little… hm?”
Caleb’s throat bobs as he subconsciously spreads his thighs apart below you. Your fingers brush a bundle of colored wiring near his core, and he jolts. The reaction is immediate, and the lights beneath his synthetic organs flicker erratically.
“Wow,” you whisper before you can help it.
“Hah, don’t...” His voice comes out wrecked, breathless around the edges. “You’re making it worse.”
“Worse?” you echo, as your thumb strokes carefully along one of the wires. A shudder tears through him.
“Fuck.” The mechanical whir deepens in pitch, and his hold on your wrist tightens.
“Caleb?”
“That’s… that’s enough,” he pants, voice strained.
“Painful?” You pull away, watching him carefully.
“Something like that.” He motions for you to close up his abdomen, sighing in relief when he’s finally protected from all your teasing. Caleb’s arms loop around your waist as if he doesn’t want you to move away yet, holding you tightly against his chest. “Thank you, pipsqueak.”
You lean into him, humming in response. “You know I could have turned you off?”
“If it’s you touching me, I want to experience all of it,” he murmurs, nose brushing your shoulder. “Help me next week?”
theres a phenomenon that happens on here i have been calling "normalize loving parents posting" which is when you spend a lot of time on tumblr and are exposed to a lot of one specific counter-cultural narrative day in and day out until you start to forget what the dominant ideas are for most of the human population and thus feel the need to "defend" things that are widely accepted and popular. it's called this because of the time a bunch of text posts about shitty dads were circulating and then people with good relationships with their dad didn't feel included enough and started making "uhmmm can we normalize loving parents? not everyone has a deadbeat dad, MY dad is great" type posts, seemingly forgetting that good relationship with dad is a cultural norm that is expected and encouraged. i think its good practice, especially when im annoyed, to stop before i hit the post button and ask myself if this is a real issue or if im normalize loving parents posting. because often im about to try to normalize loving parents
➪ click here for part one!
cw: toxicbabydaddy!caleb/fem!reader, you’ve still got no business being together, mentions of pregnancy, he still does whatever the hell he wants to lmaooo
a/n: i think reader’s stress from this man reached me irl because the headache i got in the middle of doing this… it’s so BAD!!! 💔💔 i dunno… how this is. it’s super half-assed & i’m kinda just tossing it out to you cuties lmaooo. i randomly had the motivation to do it and then BOOM—headache. but i still wanted to finish! so.. hope it’s somewhat decent..
creds to @/pepsipoet for the dividers! —click here—
"my bf's gone come over" prank on lads men ft. xavier, caleb, sylus
notes: fluff, reader is a brat, i dont really read raf's stories and i don't like zayne so i'll probs never write for them, sorry for disappearing i had what might've been the worst 5 months of my life
being in various states of dressed (or undressed) with the lads men ft xavier, sylus, caleb
notes: fem reader, fluff but caleb's has a moment, needy/yearning men, title from here, suggestive in all but xavier ummmmm.... well the only reason i was able to write anything remotely like #that is because i was so high off my ass i felt like i was in spy kids. 3 to be specific
༄ xavier:
somebody is definitely pulling a prank on you.
all morning, your co-workers have been giving you double takes and snickering in your direction. you tried to ask simone, but all she had said is that she's, "glad you and xavier get along so well." you'd checked in a hand mirror in a paranoid fit that you'd somehow missed covering up bruises from him, but found no such thing present.
suspiciously enough, you seem to be the only one subject to this ridicule, since xavier has evaded all contact with others today, yourself included. it's the thing that tips you off, since he normally is stapled to your side at work.
that's fine, because when you send him a text implying you're irritated with him, he's quick to fold and say he'll meet you in a bit.
you're on the way to find said man when a hand tugs you into one of the spare meeting rooms. you stumble for a moment before meeting a familiar white uniform, complete with grey gloves and black leg harnesses.
… black?
before xavier can voice what you've surmised, you glance down and see his grey leg harnesses on you, and being the butt of everyone's joke this morning makes sense.
"how did we manage to mix up each other's accessories?" you groan, letting your forehead fall against his shoulder. his hands wrap around your waist, and you can feel the smallest curve of a smile when he kisses the top of your head.
"sorry for not bringing it up sooner," he hums softly. he adjusts your head to look at you but you scowl at him and pull back before he can.
ignoring the betrayed look on his face, you gawk at him, "you knew?!"
suddenly, xavier has no interest in making eye contact with you, finding the 'good hunters throw their trash away!' sign in the corner of the room extremely fascinating. you reach up and harshly grab his cheeks to force him to look at you. he whimpers at the motion, sucking in at the irritated look in your eye.
gritting your teeth, you point to your harnesses strapped (rather tightly) to his leg and lowly tell him, "give them back. now."
a flash passes before he's on his knees, resting your right leg on his shoulders. his gloves come off to unbuckle the straps easier, making quick work of the leather. it clinks to the floor, a metallic echo filling the otherwise quiet room.
xavier pauses before moving his fingers and brushing the inside of your thigh. your breathing is slow, baited, unsure of what to say or do in such a delicate moment. he blinks up at you for a brief moment before leaning in and leaving a trail of kisses up your leg. you quietly say his name, like you're trying to remind him where you are, but it doesn't seem to deter him. his lips gently touch your clothed heat, finally staring up at you with reverence and speaking with an even tone.
"they won't need us for a while."
༄ sylus:
you frantically rush around sylus' apartment, sticking earring through your lobes and looking for your chap-stick you misplaced. you shrug up your shoulder to fix the sleeves of your dress, annoyed at how they're already starting to fall. if this is going to be an all night thing, you're already sorting through other options in your head.
amused by your distress, sylus watches you roam with keen eyes. you're not even close to being late yet, so he has no idea why you seem to think the world is ending.
you know he's thinking this before he even alludes to it because he says it to you every single time, so you cut him off before you can hear his annoying comments.
"you and i both know i'm gonna want a drink on the way there, so i'll pre-order it and ask if you want anything and you'll say 'no sweetie,' but then we'll get to the window and you wait and look at the menu and then take five thousand years to pick a drink and they have to make it and then add it onto my drink that's been sitting there instead of just telling me you wanted one from the beginning," you huff in one breath, trying to catching it back afterward.
he fails to cover the hearty laugh at your dedicated defense. you simply roll your eyes and adjust your sleeves again with a groan, making your way back over to the closet and complaining to your boyfriend about the improper fit.
a breeze washes across your skin and you shiver before feeling calloused fingers gliding across your back. sylus' voice is smooth in your ears as he chuckles, "there's a very simple explanation for that."
slowly, the zipper of your dress makes it way up from the bottom, across your spine. you have no idea how you managed to completely forget to zip it up in the first place, lightly embarrassed that your sleeve issue could've easily been fixed earlier.
sylus' other hand rests on your waist, squeezing just tightly enough to let you know he's using quite a bit of self control at the moment. you crane your head just barely to see him tenderly staring down at you, only noticing the glaze over his eyes if you focus enough.
"guess i'd be lost without you, huh?" you ask in a hushed tone. he hums in response, leaning down to press his lips to your nape. he inhales, shuddering at the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses. his hands stop their movement, starting to reverse and tug the zipper back down but failing to get too far before you stop him.
"behave," you tell him, though it's hard to sound too forceful when you're still in a daze yourself. "you and i both know we can't miss this event."
his smile twitches upward, insisting on reaching for the zipper once more as he murmurs in your ear, "no promises."
༄ caleb:
the front door to caleb's apartment whips open and smacks against the wall as you tumble in with a cheer, your boyfriend shaking his head behind you. despite the scent of alcohol wafting from your breath, he still tugs you in for a kiss while closing the door.
"you're a disaster, baby," he tells you with his mouth against yours, but the full extent of his words don't really reach your drunken state. you just giggle into the kiss before deepening it, letting your hands roam his body with abandon. a noise of protest trickles up from your throat when, for once, he's the one to part away from you first.
caleb lifts you up in a princess hold, trying to maneuver to the bedroom while you're dragging your palm across his face and laughing at how squishy it is. when you two do finally make it, he playfully tosses you onto his bed and leans over to cup your cheek in his hand and give you a kiss on the forehead.
"as badly as i would love nothing more than to kiss you senseless," he starts, his eyes softening as how peaceful you look being cradled in his hold, "i would like it way more if you actually remembered what happened when you wake up tomorrow morning."
a slurred combination of a squeal and whine is your undignified response when caleb lightly swats your rear and subsequently avoids the kick of your leg towards his chest because of it. you can hear the sound of his chuckles bouncing around your head, mixing with the opening and closing drawers he seems to be going through.
your arm rests across your eye, grateful caleb only put the lights on dim to avoid making your head hurt more. the world begins to feel hostile to your inebriated self and your previous joy is quickly dissipating. caleb must be able to tell because his hands are back on you, carefully taking off your shirt without jostling you too much and replacing it with your favorite cotton tee of his.
your boots fall to the side of the bed along with your skirt, and you're half asleep as he wipes off your makeup. time passes in a way you can't discern, only coming to a head when caleb finally settles in next to you and tugs you into his arms.
"can i hire your services every night?" you tease, slightly muffled by the way you're held against his chest. there's a light titter from him, but your joke doesn't seem to hold as much humor in his eyes.
"i wouldn't mind it," he quietly admits, nuzzling his forehead against yours and kissing the tip of your nose. "sometimes it feels like my baby apple is outgrowing me, even though i'll always be here to take care of you."
something about the way he says it makes a section of your heart ache more than usual. he'd wait endlessly for you, do anything you need if it meant you'd bare your honest self to him. it was a kind of devotion that left opportunity for resentment, yet you still find your greed unsatiated.
"what if i never need you again?" you wonder aloud, already aware of how it'll irritate him. you both know how much you love to push his buttons, just to see how much you really can get away with. he keeps letting you after all, so in reality it's his fault for this nasty habit.
his breathing is silent for too long to be comfortable. it's not until you tilt your head up to look at him where you see something dark and sticky in his eyes, something isn't quite your caleb but still looks convincing enough wearing his skin. there's a ghost of a smile when he replies, holding you so tight it feels like your ribs are fused with his own.
"you don't want that, baby."
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