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Hammy's Masterlist! (/â§âœâŠ)/
âȘCamping With Your Caleb - 18+
âȘHer and the Sea - 18+
spring is coming guys hehe
Omg omg omg omg omg đ THIS IS LITERALLY SHORT CIRCUITING MY BRAIN!
Spring's Blossoms, Winter's Wilt
LaDS. Caleb x MC!Reader
Summary: Is it better to spend the holidays grieving alone or grieving a man who's still alive?
Word Count: 673
Tags: grief/mourning, bittersweet, fluff if you squint, winter, holidays, snow, identity, angst, colonel caleb, f!reader, cross-posted on AO3
a/n: dear reader, i'm sending warm hugs to you for funsies. thank you for being here :)
dividers by @cursed-carmine
AO3 link here | Back to: Flowers for the Pretty Boy or A Flower for His Pretty Girl
Past, Your Apartment
Grief is a wonderful thing. It has a Midas touch, but the expensive gold are memories that refuse to leave you alone.
OMG this author is so insanely talented! We gotta stop sleeping on her đ She has a huge masterlist with something for all the LADS girlies!
Have an angsty/ sad Caleb fic since those are my bread and butter!
â*: .ïœĄ.Her, and the Sea.ïœĄ.:*â
Summary: You finally gather the courage to visit your grandmother's old cabin by the sea after she passes. Endless memories of your childhood summers stretch before you here, your favorite being of the times you played by the ocean, in and old hidden cave far down the beach...
Little did you know that this particular cave was the home of an enchanting siren who fell in love with your voice and your kindness towards sea creatures. He kept his distance, watched over you from afar... until you disappeared.
Now that you've finally returned, will he ever let you leave again?
Content Label: 18+! I know this looks pretty and dreamy but this is not exactly a light read. My goal in this fic is to unsettle you and turn you on a little. (Dubcon, if you squint), weird mermaid sex, ummmm listen these aren't extensive so enter at your own risk, lol.
From Hammy: This is one of my faves from my archive (*/Ï*) I hope you love it. I drew on all my favorite memories from Virginia, playing in the ocean as a child. Good stuff...
I can't stop listening to Orbiter by Noah Kahan. It makes me want to write something heartbreaking and tender âïž
Music plays such a huge role in my writing. My entire camping fic was inspired by Would that I by Hozier. I listened to that song on repeat to capture the vibe đ and boy I wore that song OUT lol. Thank you autism.
How does an unsettling merman!Caleb sound, pookies?
This is now published and you can read it here <3
Synopsis: You finally gather the courage to visit your grandmother's old cabin by the sea after she passes. Endless memories of your childhood summers stretch before you here, your favorite being of the times you played by the ocean, in and old hidden cave far down the beach...
Little did you know that this particular cave was the home of an enchanting siren who fell in love with your voice and your kindness towards sea creatures. He kept his distance, watched over you from afar... until you disappeared.
Now that you've finally returned, will he ever let you leave again?
(read preview under the cut <3)
Aftermath of Last Night
Thank you to @brookethebitch-official for beta reading this!
Summary: While watching Caleb play basketball, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous at all the attention he was getting...
Word count: 971
A/n: I think I posted this before but took it down. Hopefully this time it sticks!
This is such a cute little read đ
Iâll post some old pictures here as well~
Girl breakfast đ GIMME THOSE BICEPS GEGE!
Camping With Your Caleb <3
Summary: Caleb decides to take you away for an entire weekend in the mountains. Prepare to be his pampered princess <3
Content Tags: NSFW! Tender-lovin' tent sex; panty sucking; pathetic, lover boy Caleb; Whimpering; pleading, Oral Sex, m&f; Cowgirl; So.Many.Hickies; Mentions of touching grass (fictional). Reader is implied female, other than that, no descriptors used.
From Hammy: Holy moly! This thing got away from me. We're looking at 6,874 words, with nearly half of it being the most filthy smut I've ever written. Enjoy responsibly. Hammy is not responsible for any personal injuries that may occur after reading...
Want a look at the opening of my next Caleb fic?
I've been working on this on and off since February đ It's about a mechanic reader who finds a companion android on her scrap line and decides to steal and rebuild it. Caleb becomes himself over a few months while she tinkers with and perfects him. He'll eventually end up struggling with feelings he knows he shouldn't have towards his maker who saved his life...
The robots came in by weight.
Arriving in dented cargo cages dripping rainwater and fluorescent runoff, limbs tangled together in heaps of chrome, polymer, and ruined synth skin. Service units. Labor frames. Domestic assistants with missing faces. Security models with bullet-pocked chassis and stripped weapon ports. By the time they hit your station, they were no longer people-shaped. They were inventory.
You liked it better that way.
The disassembly floor roared around you in layersâconveyor belts grinding, saws whining, forklifts shrieking as they hauled the newest dead across oil-slick concrete. You slid a cutting tool beneath the rib plating of an obsolete caretaker unit and peeled it back with practiced motions.
Power cores intact⊠Memory lattice fried⊠Servo bundles salvageable.
You dropped the useful components into their bins without looking up.
Another body clanged onto the table at the end of your station.
âThought youâd wanna see this. Itâs a companion model,â Juno called over the noise. âLuxury line, by the looks of him. Scrap manifest says its a total loss.â
Something in Junoâs toneâamused, maybe, or waryâmade you glance over.
The unit was slumped sideways on the steel table, one shoulder ripped open in a nest of torn cabling and exposed joint plating. Its outer shell had been pearl-white once, maybe, or silver. Hard to tell beneath the grime. Its shirt had been cut away. The chest housing hung partially open where someone had already gutted part of the hardware and then stopped.
But its faceâ
âHoly shitâŠâ You muttered. Juno chuckled in agreement,
âHeâs pretty, isnât he?â She leaned over the carcass, inspecting him. âI canât fathom how much he must have cost.â Companion units were built to be beautiful in a way that wasnât quite human. It almost broke your heart to see it in such a ruined state. Head tipped slightly toward the ceiling with empty eyes. It was just a pretty corpse nowâŠ
You shivered a little,
âThanks June-bug.â She nodded, still a little entranced as she walked away. Juno disappeared back into the grinding noise of the floor, already shouting at someone down the line about mislabeled salvage bins.
You stayed where you were, and for a moment you just looked at himâŠ
You rested your palm against the edge of the table and leaned closer, squinting into the exposed chest compartment. Someone had already ripped the primary personality core out. The mount sat empty, torn clean from the harness.
That explained the scrap designation.
Without a core, a companion unit was just a very expensive mannequin.
StillâŠ
You nudged aside a bundle of severed cables and spotted the secondary processors buried deeper in the endo-skeleton. They looked mostly intact, nothing that couldnât be rebuilt if someone had the patience.
Your thumb brushed the edge of his jaw as you tilted his head slightly to the side.
The synth-skin was cold, but softer than you expected. The thought of tearing him apart made something twist uncomfortably in your stomachâŠ
Across the floor, a forklift wailed as it reversed, its warning alarm echoing through the cavernous room.
You exhaled through your nose and straightened.
Right.
First things first.
You peeled off your gloves and shoved them into your belt, then stepped down from your station and crossed the disassembly floor toward the security booth near the loading bay. The concrete vibrated faintly beneath your boots as a loader rolled past, dragging a cage full of dismantled limbs behind it.
Hex saw you coming before you even reached the rail.
He was leaned back in his chair with one boot propped against the console, lazily flipping through camera feeds on the monitors. The booth lights cast a dim green glow across his shaved head and the scar that cut through his eyebrow. He looked up over the rim of his coffee mug as you approached.
âWell,â he said slowly, suspicion already creeping into his voice, âthat look never means anything good for me.â
âWhat look?â
âI donât know what to call it.â He chuckled, removing his foot from the console to turn and look at you. âYou get a very particular look when youâre about to ask me to commit a crime.â
You snorted.
âItâs not technically a crime if itâs scrap.â
Hex tilted his head, unimpressed.
âUh huh.â
He swiveled one of the monitors toward you. Camera feeds from the disassembly floor flickered across the screenârows of stations, conveyor lines, the loading dock where another truck was backing into place.
âSo,â Hex said after a moment, tapping a key with one thick finger. âWhatâd you find?â
âCompanion model,â you said.
One of his brows lifted.
âThose donât come through here often.â
âLuxury line. Missing a personality core. Tagged for total loss.â
Hex gave a low whistle, leaning forward slightly.
âSomeoneâs divorce mustâve gotten messy.â
You huffed a quiet laugh.
âHeâs in decent shape, all things considered.â
âWhich means,â Hex said slowly, leaning back in his chair again, âyouâre about to ask me if the cameras could maybe⊠not see something.â
You shrugged, not bothering to deny it.
He studied you for a second, eyes narrowing slightly.
âHigh-end parts again?â
âNot parts,â you said.
His eyes flicked from the monitors back to you, wide with surprise.
ââŠthe whole unit?â
You didnât answer.
Hex dragged a hand down his face, rubbing his jaw like he was already regretting this.
âJesus.â
âCome on. Heâs scrap, Hex.â
âHeâs a luxury companion android,â he said flatly. âThose things cost more than my apartment.â
âMaybe at one point. But heâs not worth much now.â
He turned back toward the monitor, staring thoughtfully at the camera feed pointed toward your station.
On the screen, the companion unit lay exactly where you left himâhalf-open chest, one arm missing, head tilted toward the lights like a fallen statue.
Hex sighed, but he still reached over and tapped a few keys on the console.
The camera feed flickered.
Your station disappeared into static for a moment before switching to an old looping clip of an empty workstation.
Hex leaned back again, grabbing his coffee.
âYouâve got,â he said casually, blowing across the surface of the drink, âabout forty minutes before the next floor sweep.â
You blinked.
âReally?â
âWhen have I ever told you no?â You grinned at him,
âNever.â
âExactly. Now get moving before someone else sees your pretty robot and decides its worth harvesting.â
You pushed off the railing, already turning back toward the floor.
âI owe you a drink, buddy,â you called over your shoulder with a wave.
âYou owe me a hell of a lot more than that!â he shouted back, half joking.
He knew you were good for it, though. The two of you had dragged each other out of plenty of binds. Thick as thieves, some would say.
The walk back felt longer.
Maybe because now that the camera was blind and the clock was ticking, every sound on the floor seemed louder. Every shouted conversation felt closer. The whole facility seemed to press in around you.
At your station, the companion unit was exactly where youâd left him.
For one stupid second you just stood there, staring at him againâtrying to figure out the first step.
Then you swore under your breath and got to work.
You grabbed the battered transport dolly from beneath your workbench and kicked its wheels straight with the side of your boot.
âCome on,â you muttered.
The unit was heavier than it looked.
Companion models were built denseâhigh-end internal plating, premium servos, reinforced synthetic musculature under the pretty outer shell. Dead weight in the truest sense. You braced your hip against the table and got both hands under his shoulders, trying not to think too hard about the shape of him, the slack tilt of his head, the cold drag of his remaining arm against your wrist.
You hauled him toward you with a strained grunt, boots slipping against the slick concrete, and managed to drag him onto the dolly inch by inch. His head lolled against your shoulder for half a second before dropping back with a sickening thunk against the metal frame.
You froze.
No shout. No footsteps. No one calling your name.
Only the endless mechanical roar of the floor.
You yanked an old tarp from the lower shelf of your station and threw it over him. It did very little to disguise the shape underneath.
You grimacedâthen grabbed a crate of stripped components from under the table and stacked it on top of him near the torso, followed by a bin of scrap polymer and a broken loader arm.
There⊠that looked better.
You took hold of the dolly handles and started walking.
The wheels rattled violently over every seam in the concrete. Each bump sent a shudder through the load, making the tarp shift and settle around the shape beneath. You kept your head down and your pace steady, forcing your expression into the blank, irritated look everyone wore on shift. Just another worker moving another haul towards the incineration chamber.
That's it for now pretty reader đ What do you think?? This has been soooo slow going because it's my baby and I want to take my time with it. I' so excited to share more with you as I keep chipping away at it.
Also, smexy Caleb pics for your viewing pleasure â€ïžđđ
Camping With Your Caleb <3
Summary: Caleb decides to take you away for an entire weekend in the mountains. Prepare to be his pampered princess <3
Content Tags: NSFW! Tender-lovin' tent sex; panty sucking; pathetic, lover boy Caleb; Whimpering; pleading, Oral Sex, m&f; Cowgirl; So.Many.Hickies; Mentions of touching grass (fictional). Reader is implied female, other than that, no descriptors used.
From Hammy: Holy moly! This thing got away from me. We're looking at 6,874 words, with nearly half of it being the most filthy smut I've ever written. Enjoy responsibly. Hammy is not responsible for any personal injuries that may occur after reading...
Holy Moly!
I'm so blown away by all the love on my Camping fic! I thought to celebrate I could reach out and get your opinion on what you would like to see from me next!
Would you like another vacation fic with a LI of your choosing?
I'm working on a companion-android!Caleb fic, too, that's set in a Cyberpunk-esque world.
Just keep in mind that because I don't use AI to edit or write, these fics take me weeks, sometimes months (I am NOT a naturally talented writer đ I struggle through the entire process lmao.)
I love you guys! Thanks for all the love you're showing me đ„°
I would like to see...
Something sweet with Xavier?đ°
Perhaps some Rafayel? A mermaid fic?? đ„
Something with our favorite doctor, Zayne?â
A serving of Sylus, for the ladies? đŠââŹ
Another Caleb fic? (Android companion fic.) đ
Camping With Your Caleb <3
Summary: Caleb decides to take you away for an entire weekend in the mountains. Prepare to be his pampered princess <3
Content Tags: NSFW! Tender-lovin' tent sex; panty sucking; pathetic, lover boy Caleb; Whimpering; pleading, Oral Sex, m&f; Cowgirl; So.Many.Hickies; Mentions of touching grass (fictional). Reader is implied female, other than that, no descriptors used.
From Hammy: Holy moly! This thing got away from me. We're looking at 6,874 words, with nearly half of it being the most filthy smut I've ever written. Enjoy responsibly. Hammy is not responsible for any personal injuries that may occur after reading...
I hope you love it, fren! đđđđ
MARVEL RIVALS Gambit and Rogue
Omg I'm craving a romyxreader fic... think country club, hot summer days by a glittering pool with an ice cold brisk lemon tea and these two babies by your side đ©đ©đ© *sigh* *pulls out keyboard*
Chk-chak. PEW PEW PEW!
XD This is perfection omg. KITTY ROCKET LAUNCHER ME, SYLUS!
ty for liking my tattooartist!caleb, ily >.<
ily too queen! immaculate work <3
Note: I already yapped my head off âhereâ but I will never stop saying it because it means so much to meâŠthank you so much my luvlys for over 1K followers. This fic literally became something of its ownâthe characters, the information, the story. Like I want to know more myself LOLLL!!!
Creds to @/strangergraphics-archive for the dividers! + The images below do not belong to me!
Warning: Caleb is eating that đ±
Word count: 4.5K (bigger than i thought -thatâs what she said-)
Summary: Avoiding him wasnât bound to last forever.
TattooArtist!Caleb/Reader
You sighed after you put the car in park, looking over at your best friend. Currently, Bea was grumbling to herself as she rummaged through her purse to find her phone before she heads into work. You smiled as she kept tucking her deep blue hair behind her ear each time it fell into her face, opting to hold it back for her with your palm gently pressed against the rebel strands.
She looked at you with a quick smile of gratitude, flashing her smiley piercing before returning to her bag that was too big to be hauling around on a regular basis. It was her favorite thing in the world, though, so sheâd never get rid of it.
You and Bea have been attached at the hip since you were in third grade. As time went on, even if you two knew one another like the back of your hand, you were polar opposites. Where you were a clean slate, simple, and reserved, Bea was decorated in stunning tattoos, flashy bangles, bracelets and jewelry, and the most outgoing individual youâve ever experienced. And you absolutely loved her for it.
âI mightâve left it in your fucking room,â she groaned loudly in annoyance. Bea had spent the night in your apartment for the last few days and it was for no reason in particular. She liked coming over, you loved her company, so she stayed. Youâre someone who works from homeâthankfullyâso youâre with each other all day until she has to go to work. Since sheâs been with you, you didnât mind driving her there and picking her up after for dinner. Especially on days like today where you were off.
Bea is one of the best tattoo artists in the worldâsure it may be biased, but you didnât care. Though, it was a fact that sheâs one of the best in the state. She even has a plaque at her place to prove it and you have the photos when she and other artists were rewarded for it. Her range and ability to bring her art to life on a human being has always fascinated you.
The parlor she works in is one that has been a monument in the tattoo community for three decades now, owned by an uncle and his nephew. Youâve been in there a few timesâa lot of them for reasons you keep tucked away.
âI can go get it and bring it back, if you want,â you offered. She frowned, but she was nothing but appreciative as she leaned over the center console to hug you.
âYouâd literally be my hero.â
âWhen am I not?â you chuckle. âYouâll still be available for my appointment, right?â
âOf course, duh!â she exclaimed. âNo one gets to see those beautiful nips but me and maybe your future baby. And whatever guy is lucky enough one day.â She waggles her eyebrows and shimmies her shoulders.
You shake your head, ushering her out the car so she isnât late. Once sheâs inside, your mind immediately drifts to the fact that Bea is supposed to be doing something for you. Something that she convinced you would boost your sexiness and confidence, even if no one but you would see them.
Nipple piercings.
You never wouldâve thought youâd even consider doing something like that since the mere thought of a needle getting near you makes you nervousâlet alone near your nipples. But you wanted something new. You wanted change. You wanted to have something about you that made you feel good.
Traffic was insane to and back, making you a whopping seven extra minutes late.
Thankfully, you got ahold of Beaâs phone quicker than you expected, finding it right under the pillow she slept on last night. She was in a little bit of a hurry this morning, so youâre not surprised that she forgot it as she focused all her attention on getting it together.
Once you gathered your things, you made your way inside Luvly Inkz. Immediately, youâre greeted by Sleep Token playing on the speakers and the subtle buzz of tattoo guns at work. With a quick once over, you donât see Bea, but youâre nothing short of relieved when you donât see him.
âHey, thereâs our girl!â shouts Uncle Wiz. The dark skinned older man grins at you from where he sits as he works on a client. Everyone calls him Uncle when they meet him because thatâs always the type of relationship you get with the kind hearted gentleman who is completely decked out in ink. Heâs like a magician with the way he executes his work, so being called Wiz isnât too far fetched.
âHey, Wiz. Hey, everybody,â you announce and they all offer a quick warm welcoming. âI know itâs been a while. You can thank Bea for my presence today. She in the back? I got her phone.â
âNah,â Wiz focuses back on the lady listening to music through her earbuds as he fills in the large outline on her side. âHer and her dude got into again. He hasnât even clocked in yetâhad her sitting there losing her cool over the work phone. Told her to go take a breather.â
The need to go and find your best friend is strong, especially knowing that sheâs out there with no phone or way for you to reach her efficiently. But you know her better than anyone to understand that she could handle herself, she didnât like being crowded, and that the best thing right now was to let her do as Wiz said, and breathe.
Bea and her boyfriend Marquis work together at Luvly Inkz, which one could argue has its pros and cons. When theyâre good, theyâre like a power coupleâan unstoppable force. But when it gets like this? When they fight and argue about something that ranges from completely stupid to detrimental enough to break up over, theyâre like ticking time bombs that have a higher probability of detonating if they stay close.
But Uncle Wiz would never fire them because their bickering and disputes never stopped them from doing what they needed to do. Work was always done on time, correctly, and clients always walked out happy. It was a level of professionalism he knew he could trust them with, even with their personal problems.
But it wasnât working out for you right now because you were supposed to be laying on Beaâs table, ready to get your nipples stabbed.
âWere you scheduled with her? I might be able to get it done for you really fast, depending on what it is.â
âIt was aâŠpiercing,â you say simply. Uncle Wiz nods.
âShe finally broke you, huh?â he chuckled before looking around the room. âAll of our girls are busy right now, but weâve got Caleb here. He actually came in, despite me telling him to take off for his birthday. He got in not too long ago, and if youâre comfortable with him doing it, he wonât mind. Just tell him what it is since heâs qualified to do them all.â
Your whole body freezes.
Caleb.
The same Caleb who took your virginity and made you know what it was like to be desperate for dick for the first and only time in your life.
The same Caleb who you have regretted sleeping with ever since you learned heâŠgets around.
The same Caleb who admittedly never did anything wrong, but you were embarrassed and ashamed for succumbing to him so easily when you were certainâwithout viable proofâthat the way he got you was by utilizing a technique heâs likely used too many times to count.
Bea was the one whoâaccidentallyâtold you after she wondered where you and him disappeared off to during the night of the party she threw for Marquisâ birthday at a luxury house she rented for the event.
You and Caleb were pretty cool before you had sex, having actually been acquaintances for a good few years. There wasnât much you knew about him, other than that his talent rivaled Bea, he was annoyingly attractive, and had the body of a fucking god. You met him almost six years ago when she started working at Luvly Inkz and just clicked instantly about a lot of things.
So when he and you sat on the balcony that night just talking about everything and nothing like you knew each other so well, it was so hard for the crush you had formed over time to remain at bay. You never thought the attraction was mutual, but then, when he ended up kissing you? When he asked you if youâd let him fuck you? You knew you shouldâve told him no, but the way he pressed his hardness into you and called you prettyâyou were a goner.
He madeâwhat you thought at the timeâsweet love to you as his hips rocked back and forth slowly to let you adjust. You touch yourself at night when you think about the way he rolled the condom onto his heavy cock, when he filled you up like he was made to complete you.
After it all and you fixed yourself to face everyone again, you couldnât stop smiling. But unintentionally, the words Bea spoke when she found you alone in the kitchen is what caused the rift.
âDude, where were you and Caleb? Please donât tell me you fucked him!â she joked with a nudge. âSeriously heâs like a walking attraction or something. Never heard the words âthank you for last nightâ so many times by so many different women in my life, ugh!â
Youâve been distant ever since. Every phone call and text was ignored and you stopped coming into the parlor entirely. You beat yourself up a lot about that.
How could you not have known better?
He literally carried a condom on him and the way he worked your body was not a man who kept to himself.
Bea felt awful because both of you are her friends and she hated that you felt the way you did after you admitted your truth, but she respected it.
You told her how you thought it was a special thing, that you and him were going to become more. Maybe you wouldâve, but youâd never know now.
It wasnât that you judged Caleb. Him having a past doesnât dictate him, but the way he is wasnât something he grew out of. You slept with that version. Before you had that information, you felt like what you shared with him was something special, but you concluded that it was just another day for him. To think you would be the one to become some life altering catalyst was foolishâso it was safer to rid him of your system entirely. It hurt and it stung as your brain worked to convince yourself that he just wanted to get his dick wet and you were easy enough to do it for him.
Being here today only happened because like Uncle Wiz was saying and based on what Bea had told you, he wasnât supposed to be working because he originally took off for his birthday.
As you prepare to shake off and decline Wizâs request, Caleb walks into the wide open space. In that moment, every single emotion, thought, and feeling you worked hard to suppress after all these months came rushing back like a hurricane fueled flood.
âWe were just talking about you,â Wiz said as he told Caleb to come closer. You refused to look at him. But you could feel his eyes burning into you the closer he got.
Then when his cinnamon apple like scent flooded your nostrils, you tried to hold your breath like you were a vampire trying not to pounce on a human being whose blood smelled equivalent to ambrosia.
âSheâs looking to get a piercing done, but Bea was supposed to do it andâŠwell, you saw the tail-end of her and Marquisâ argument. If sheâs cool with you doing it, you mind?â
âI donât mind atââ
âI can come back another time,â you interrupt, keeping your focus on Wiz.
Caleb chuckles at your dismissive tone. But heâs not letting you get away again so easily. âIf you donât want your piercing done, fine. But Iâm sure you at least want to know about Bea?â You turn your head slightly, but still not giving him your eyes.
âMarquis called me, but I donât think you or them want the entire parlor in their business.â
Caleb and Marquis are similar to you and Bea in terms of friendshipâreally close and tight knit. Theyâve been friends since high school and found their way through the tattoo world together.
You can see in the corner of his eye how he tilts his head in the direction he came. âCmon, Iâll tell you what he told me so you donât worry.â
Every part of you wants to leave and not be in any secluded area with this man, but you are concerned about Bea. You donât want to cause a scene of trying to get out of this by curtly denying him and making Uncle Wiz wonder what your deal is.
Honestly, you didnât know if anybody else knew what happened between you and Caleb. You know you never said anything, Bea never said anything, and youâre sure Caleb didnât. ïżŒ
And you would like to keep that under wraps forever, if you could. So you just nod, still looking at everything but Caleb until he begins to walk. As you follow him, you canât help but begin to admire his strong tattooed arms in his sleeveless black shirt and the black jeans that hug his waist so well.
His boots thud against the floor on your journey down the vintage-esque hallway with several photos and copious amounts of unique artwork.
Once Caleb approaches the second to last door at the end, he steps aside to let you enter. Youâre greeted by a slightly messy room with pencils and markers, rough drafts of pieces pinned across the walls, as well as a table with a light and equipment that seems like it was just in use.
âSorry for the mess,â he apologizes as he shuts the door and flips the light switch to illuminate everything. âWas working on a project for a clientââ
âIs Bea okay?â You stare at the floor as if your sneaker clad feet would be the one to answer your question.
âSheâs fine. Marquis told me he was able to find her at some park they usually go to. He said they were talking everything out and that theyâd be here before either of their first appointments.â It goes silent. âHe said Bea appreciates you getting her phone and that sheâll make it up to you about these piercings you were getting.â
âOkay,â you huff. âThank you.â
You get ready to walk out the door he stands besides, but he grabs your arm gently.
âDonâtâŠgo.â He scoffs out a laugh. âI mean, fuck, can we talk?â
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
âThatâs bullshit. We fucked, or have you seem to forgotten that like you have my existence, apparently?â He gets closer to you, but you move back. âAnd when I tried to reach out, you ignored me, Bea wouldnât tell me shit, and then I havenât seen your face in months.â
âI donât want to talk about this,â you say sharply.
âOkay, but I do. You donât get to make a decision about us without giving me a say so.â
For the first time in months, you put your eyes directly on his. And fuckâŠis he ethereal.
âUs?â you repeat in disbelief. âThere is no us. There was never an us. We were barely considered friends!â
âThere she is,â he grins like his plan that you didnât even know he had, worked perfectly. âNow that you gave me your eyes, you gonna tell me why you ghosted me after the night we had, or am I supposed to try and figure it out through your scowls?â
âCaleb, get out the way.â
âMake me get out of the way,â he dares. âI let up on you before out of respect and I donât care how you viewed the dynamic between usâI donât like how you apparently chose to end it after what we did. Did I fuck up? Was I too rough?â
âWhy does it fucking matter? Weâre not a thing! We donât owe each other anything!â
âSo there was a problem,â he concludes.
The only way youâre getting out of this room is if you tell him something. Unfortunately, your brain decides to tell him the truth instead of sticking with the lie that you curated on the tip of your tongue.
âWe were never close enough for what we did to be more than what it was. I simply removed myself so that you could get back to being the way that you are.â
Immediately heâs insulted, shaking his head like he has to jumble your words up again to make sure he understood you. âThe fuck do you mean the way that I am? How exactly am I?â
âIt seems like everyone but you knows,â you mumble.
He wipes his hand down his face in frustration. âCould you cut the riddle bullshit and just say it?â
âNo.â Your determination is admirable, but he sees through your facade. He sees the way your nipples strain against your ribbed tank top, the way you canât stop staring at the tattoos along his fingers, the piercing in his brow, or the one on his tongue when he licks his lips out of habit.
âI have to get it out of you, then?â
âYouâre not doing anything but moving so that I can leave.â
âYou wanna bet?â
Caleb couldnât understand why you going cold bothered him so much. Youâre not the first girl to be one and done with him, but youâre the first where he feltâno, knewâthat there was something specific that made you pull away from him. He wanted to let it go, to let it be, but he also promised himself that if he ever saw you again, heâd get his answer one way or another.
You watch with wary eyes as his hand goes to the lock behind him, clicking it into place to keep you stuck in here with him.
âIf you tell me noâif you tell me that youâre serious and that you want me to back off, Iâll never bother you again. But if you donât utter that word before I get my hands on you, since I couldnât get you to tell me what your problem isâŠIâll have to make you.â
The thought of Caleb never talking to you again sends a wave of sadness through you. You know you should be protesting, but in truthâŠyou donât want to. Much to his liking, you donât answer.
âFigured,â he says confidently.
Your body feels like itâs made of jello with the way you wobble where you stand.
âNo bra and Bea being the one to do it for youâŠâ he shifts the conversation, smiling widely as it settles in. âYou were piercing your nipples, baby?â
âThatâs none of your business.â Your face immediately grows hot.
âMy tongue is about to be in your pussy in the next few seconds, so yeah. It is my business.â
Your eyebrows furrow, but thereâs no time to be confused because he takes two grand steps your way, lifting you just enough to sit you down on the padded piercing table.
He doesnât bother teasing or playing with you anymore, sucking on your nipples through your shirt when your tits are in his face. Your back arches into his hot mouth instinctively, your pussy throbbing in your jeans because of the metal ball in his mouth that swipes against your sensitive peaks each time he alternates between which one he thinks needs some more love.
âIâll pierce them for you when Iâm done. I know them better than Bea, donât I?â he chuckles when your objection shifts into a moan that you have to suppress with your hand to your mouth.
âTell me why,â he mumbles into your tits, gently biting on them when you pull his hair a little too hard from the intensity.
âIâm scared Iâll be wrong,â you shockingly admit through unshed tears when he starts to kiss up your neck, feeling the chill of his month being away from where you need them to return.
That thought crossed your mind a lot. That you shot yourself in the foot over something underlying that you werenât ready to admit.
Caleb may sleep around, but what if he really did want you in ways you didnât know?
What if you wouldâve just went and fucking asked him instead of assuming?
But the fear of it being the opposite, experiencing that realization and embarrassment, trumped any other potential belief.
âLet me take that fear away, then.â
You remain focused on the way he brings your hips to the edge of the table, undoing your jeans as he kisses your lips. Your hands frantically grasp at his hair that heâs cut a little shorter, but itâs a difference you like. Skillfully, he holds the kiss as he guides you to lift your hips to get your pants down your legs without needing to say a word.
âTell me yes,â he pecks your lips several times, a string of saliva constantly forming from how wet the exchange is. âLike the first time. The way you begged me. Let me hear you again, pretty. You donât understand how much Iâve missed it.â
Thereâs so many emotions and questions coursing through you as you nod quickly, your eyes prickling with tears. You pull at the hair on the nape of his neck, your fingertips finding their way to the simple quote down the side of it. Itâs like youâre trying to trace him to commit him to memory in case this really is something youâll never have again.
âPleaseâŠPlease taste me, Caleb..â
âYouâre so good, baby,â he breathes, falling to his knees so that he can worship you better than he did when he slid inside your pussy. Immediately, he covers your mound with his mouth. You canât sit up like this anymore when he starts to suck your clit, your body giving out on you as you slowly fall back and onto the cool leather.
The metal in his mouth teases your sensitive nub while his tongue writes his name into your flesh. Each stroke of the thick muscle between your sensitive lips is enough to finally pull the tears from your ducts to cascade down your temples.
He pulls back, gathering his spit to drench your cunt in it before delving back into you like a second wasted will make you realize that this isnât where you want to be.
âI fucking missed you,â he declares, licking long stripes up and down your pretty pussy. âI havenât touched anyone since you let me have you. I couldnât get you off my mind.â
You choke on your cries, a foreign warmth completing you at the sincerity of his words.
He indulges in you like a man starved of what is rightfully his and all you can do is become a mess under his spell. The wet sounds of your juices as his tongue opens you up like a wallflower, drives you to be incapable of holding on any longer.ïżŒ
âIâm gonna comeâŠâ Your hold in his dark strands grow tighter.
âI know...Youâre so sensitive, just like I remember. Like I always dream about.â
The confidence in his response, like the one time with your body was all it took for him to know it so well, makes you bite your lip hard as your body jerks when you orgasm makes you feel what itâs like to be torn between two realms.
His nose moves back and forth in your warmth, your walls clenching around his tongue while he continues to spread your slick everywhere he can.
You canât control your moans, your legs raising to give him room at the same time your tits rise and fall in an effort to ground yourself.
Caleb quickly separates from you, standing up to climb over your body, attacking your lips so that he can swallow your cries. Your taste on his tongue makes you whine into the kiss the more he licks into your mouth. He rests his forehead against yours, his breath fanning against your face.
âI thought I was just another notch on your belt,â you finally voice the truth to him. âI thought you used me, and I was too scared to find out if it was true.â
âOh, babyâŠâ he breathed in defeat as if your words have crushed his heart. âYou thought you were a fling?â
âHow could I not? You haveâŠa history, Caleb.â
âThatâs fairâif we were strangers.â
âWe might as well have been.â Your breath finally settles. âI didnât exactly know how you moved until after, when Bea told me. We donât know each other as much as you seem to think we do.â
âYou seem to not know me, but pretty girl,â he kisses your neck. âI know you.â
âI feel like that needs some explaining.â
âIt does,â he smiles. âLet me take you home after I get off. Iâll tell you everything you donât know. That can be your other birthday gift to me.â
You ruminate on his proposition before you agree, but every single nerve in your bodyâaside from having the orgasmâis raised.
What does he know? What has he been hiding?
But itâs no point in pondering on something you have zero clue about. Like he saidâtonight, youâll learn.
True to his word, after Caleb cleans you up, he sanitizes your nipples, prepares his station like its second nature, and pierces them for you. He guided you through every breath and praised you for each successful puncture. He even admired them with you as he stood in front of a mirror with you in front of him so that you could admire yourself.
You didnât know if it was Caleb, the piercings, or both, but you could feel and understand that confidence Bea spoke of.
âI canât wait until they heal,â he kisses down your neck, pressing his bare chest to your back. He never brought up the fact that he didnât come, so you assumed the reason the poor man behind you got so heated that he had to take his shirt off, is because he needs to come.
But youâre not going to say anything either. Since he apparently has somethingâs heâs kept secret, maybe he needs this little punishment.
But you canât deny that the view of the few tattoos on his body doesnât make you want to put his cock in your mouth.
âWhat will you do once they are?â
âYouâll see. Just donât disappear on me again, yeah? Itâs good to check in with your piercer. Have to make sure everything is healing nicely.â He grips your waist, making you suppress a smile.
When youâre finished, Caleb gives you a large spare shirt of his since your tank top is still wet from where he sucked on your nipples.
At the same time that you leave the room with him right on your tail, Bea and Marquis walk in. Thankfully, they look way happier than whatever was being said about them earlier. But, Beaâs eyes look at you, then Caleb, the shirt you wear, and the slight flush on his cheeks.
Thatâs all she needs to know that you two have a whole bunch of hours of crucial information to exchange ahead of you, but when you tell her where youâll be tonight, sheâs going to wish she was a fly on the wall.
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, like it honestly felt like I was writing a chapter for a novel in a weird way. I can only hope you luvlys actually enjoyed this as itâs more of a full fledged out story than it is straight up sex going on and it wasnât even really any of that in this. Iâm sorry if thatâs what you were looking for, by my masterlist is full of it, so Iâm sure youâll be fine LOLLL.
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This is soooooooo delicious! I'm an angst lover and this was the perfect amount! Also, the concept of tattoo artist Caleb....đ€€like, omg. I loved the supporting cast too! You wrote them so well! 10/10