I write LaDs x reader fics to cope with whatever is wrong with me and get the thoughts of of my head, let them exist somewhere else, give it to someone fictional.
≫ fics sorted by LI and sorted newest to oldest (somewhat lol). Some are still in my queue, so the link will be updated later. Links to read on X and Ao3 will be added at a later time too!
Legend:
🪦🕊️ = dead dove do not eat, read at your own discretion
🔞 = explicit
🔥= spicy, heated
💋= tension, mature themes, suggestive
🤍 = soft romance, slow burn, wholesome
🥀= angst
↳ Caleb 🍎
› 🔞 No Touching (abuse of evol)
› 🔞 Backup Plan (pissleb)
› 🤍Just the Two of Us
› 🔞 Cooldown (trying to make up w/ him while he works out)
› 🥀🔞Room in Skyhaven (non-mc)
› 🔞 Knifepoint (🪦🕊️, knife play)
› 🔞 Stained Red (idk somewhat disgusting blood play, 🥀, yandereleb)
› 🔞G-E-G-E (🪦🕊️, punishment, don’t call him childhood friend)
› 🔞Cabin Pressure (pissleb + sniffleb)
› 💋 The Realm Between Part ½: (Netherlord in Linkon)
› 🥀Giant Tree-01 & -02 (2026 birthday & myth related)
› 🔞Full Moon (wolfleb chained up)
› 🔞(?) Lost Woods (jealous yandereleb)
› 🤍Fakeleb (drunk mc, very soft, very cute, very cringe)
› 🔞 No-Entry Policy (first time butt stuff with toys) | X
› 🔞 X on X (siscon Caleb)
› 🤍(?) Luteal Love (pmdd, depression, maladaptive daydreaming) | X
› 🔞Socks in Bed (DAA Caleb & mc phone sex or sth)
› 💋Glazed Under the Sun (bantering)
› 🔞Bad Puppy #1 (pet play)
› 🔥House Red (Calebmc at a Sex Show in Amsterdam)
› 💋Too Close to Home (restrained + misunderstood siscon caleb) | X
› 💋 Just talking (drunk, cringe & jealous mc at daa house party)
› 🤍 Classified Dorm Files (DAA dorm talk, Gideon) | X
› 🔞Signature Drink (nasty body fluid exchange) | X
› 🔥Second favourite (period cravings) | X
› 🔞Jetstream Jitters (drunkleb being clumsy + cute) | X
› 🔞Laundry Day (pantyleb, sniffleb)
› 🔞Sleepy Confession (somno, dubcon)
› 🔞Private Recording (dubcon, somno, colonel)
› 🔞5 minutes won’t hurt (DAA Caleb, dry humping)
↳ Sylus 🐦⬛
› 💋Your Soundtrack (mc loses her voice & Sylus puts a bell on you)
› 🔥God of Thunder (Day trip, first time in a hotel together)
› 🔞Secret Banking (Limousine sex)
› 💋 Spilled Hearts (situationship)
› 🤍What Dragons want (bantering, first encounter in elevator)
↳ Xavier ⭐
› 🔞 Unfiltered Coffee (xav can only speak the truth)
› 🔞Witness Statement (jealous xavier)
↳ Rafayel🐟
› 🤍 Stray (pet play talks)
› 🔞Between Ebb and Flow (dubcon,coersion, raf in heat)
CW: yandereleb, little bit disgusting blood play ig | ↻ + ♡ appreciated
“Caleb, I don’t think you need to help me with this anymore,” you say, watching him pull his fingers out after inserting your first tampon of the day and licking the residue from them.
“Why? You don’t need me anymore?”
Caleb had been the one to convince you to switch from pads to tampons, and he was also the one who helped when you were too scared to try them for the first time. Ever since, he would insert them for you, taking a disturbing kind of satisfaction in it.
Caleb looks hurt. You know he likes to feel needed, so you’ve been letting him do this ever since you hit puberty. You don’t have the heart to tell him no.
“Never mind. I do need your help,” you say, giving in immediately.
Caleb smiles innocently and nuzzles into your neck.
“Good. I can’t stand the thought of you not needing me anymore.”
He looks up at you with his puppy-dog eyes.
“But… when we change this one out, do you think you can help me out again?” he asks.
A few hours later, Caleb inserts a menstrual cup instead of another tampon.
“Caleb, I think it’s ready to empty it. I brought the bowl too,” you say as you enter his room later that evening.
“Perfect, right on time. Come closer,” he replies.
He slips his fingers inside you to grab the cup and carefully pulls it out, emptying its contents into the bowl. He dips his fingers into the blood and begins to write with them.
— LAST WARNING —
“How is it?” he asks, looking proud at his work.
“Looks good, but usually you only send one blood warning before taking care of them. Why two for this one?” you ask confused.
“For this one…,” he says quietly, “… I’m giving him another chance to back off on his own before it’s too late.”
“Who is it?” a sudden feeling of uneasiness settles in your stomach.
“I hope you don’t have to find out.”
Over the next few days, you keep wondering who the latest threatening message was meant for. Caleb has already taken care of every guy around you who got too close to you for his liking. Who could possibly be left?
A few weeks pass. You and Caleb find yourselves driving to a funeral. “Caleb… I still don’t understand. What did he do? He and I barely talked.”
“He knew too much.”
“About you writing these letters and taking care of… them?”
“No,” his eyes stay on the road, “about you.”
You frown, “What do you mean?”
“I talked about you too much over the years,” he says quietly.
“So he knew too much about you, he remembered everything. Your favourite flowers, favourite food, favourite perfume, favourite movie — things only I should know.”
The rest of the drive is silent.
When you arrive, everyone has already gathered.
They were waiting for Caleb, who would give the speech for him.
After all, he had been his best friend.
What if I told you there's more pissleb anons... Lol it just lowk fits him
I can’t get my head around the pissleb anon being more than 1 person 😭🤣 i mean, i know the fandom is brought and we all love ourselves a pissleb, but my pissleb anon lives rent free in my inbox.
Luteal love was a comfort fic until I read that ending😭
You can pretend the last sentence never existed if it helps haha.
But I needed to include it because this fic is very close to my heart. I struggle so much with my pmdd, as well as maladaptive daydreaming, that I needed a way to convey and unpack those feelings in a fic. I often do that, which is why my stories might not always appeal to everyone; people may be hoping for a different outcome. But writing these fics was always meant to help me get some things out of my head and regain a sense of control over them by giving them a space to exist outside of it. :)
Caleb’s tongue has touched every part of your body, as well as the insides of every place he can reach. Tonight, hasn’t been an exception. Usually, he’s the one bringing up new ideas to try out, but this time you did.
“Caleb, I might have bought something to try out…,” you say.
Caleb moves his head up from between your legs, where he just made you come several times in a row with his tongue.
“I’m all ears,” he responds and sits up so you can go get what you’re referring to.
“So… you know… how you said you’ve always been curious about trying… the back door?” you say shyly.
Caleb’s eyes widen and shine with excitement. If he were a dog, you’d be able to see his tail wagging.
“PIPS, ARE YOU SAYI—”
“Lemme finiiish~~!!” you interrupt his eagerness, but Caleb’s smile doesn’t fade.
You take out two toys from the nightstand and spread them on the blanket for him to see.
“I thought we could maybe try small? And see how it feels for me?” you say shyly.
Caleb inspects them, his smile still wide.
“Absolutely. They are small enough for beginners. We should start with this one,” he says, holding up a small butt plug.
“And then guess we can try this?” He looks confused at the other one that’s basically just a small bullet vibrator.
Caleb has only had you. His whole sexual experience is based on what you two share, same goes for you. While he does inform himself before trying new things, he hadn’t fully researched such toys, since you had very quickly denied ever wanting to try the back door.
“Don’t we need lube?” Caleb asks.
“Oh… I forgot to buy some. But it’s small enough. I guess we could use… you know, my wetness and maybe some spit?” you say unsure.
Caleb is delighted at the thought of what he’s about to do, but he definitely doesn’t want to hurt you.
“Ready?” he makes sure he has prepped you enough.
“Now, breathe out,” he says and gently pushes it in while you follow his instruction.
“You’re doing so well, Pips,” he says, letting out some breathy moans himself.
“So… how does it feel?” he asks after he fully pushed it in.
“…Kinda exciting… but it’s quite small and I feel like I’m automatically pushing it out again,” you respond.
Caleb’s tail is practically wagging again, hearing you want something bigger.
“Okay, let’s try the bullet vibrator instead then,” he says, gently taking out the plug and inserting the vibrator after turning it on. Half of it is still visible; it isn’t fully inserted, but the sensation is already very different for you.
“Caleb… this… this feels so good,” you say, pulling him in for a kiss.
Caleb gives in and loses himself in it. The two of you decide to indulge in each other again. When you and Caleb finish, you start looking for the vibrator, still buzzing somewhere.
“Where is it?” you ask, searching the bed, wondering where it might have slipped out. “Are you sitting on it?” he asks, lifting you with his evol.
“P-pips… I think…” Your face turns white instantly. Panic rushes through you.
“OH MY GOD, IS IT STILL INSIDE OF ME???” you yell, not knowing what to do.
“Shh, shh, don’t panic, Pips pff,” he says, unable to suppress his laughter.
“CALEB, IT’S NOT FUNNY!!!”
“A little bi—” —
“NO, GET IT OUT!!”
“Okay, okay, let’s… let’s go to the bathroom,” he suggests.
“Why the bathroom?”
“You gotta push it out… and this might get messy,” he warns you.
The two of you stand in the shower. Caleb tells you to squat and push, but nothing is happening. You push and push, but it barely moves, and you mostly just pee (not that he’s complaining…).
“CALEB!!! It’s stuck!!! Can’t you use your evol???”
“No, that’d be too dangerous,” he says, thinking for a moment.
“YOU HEAR ME? IT’S BUZZING IN—SIDE—OF—ME!!”
Caleb laughs again but tries to hold it back.
“DON’T LAUGH!! IT’S SERIOUS!” you yell, half whining from exhaustion.
For a moment, you think about what to do, then say,
“Caleb… I need you to grab it and pull it out.”
“Grab it? How?”
“With your fingers.”
“My fing— Pips, we’ve got no lube!”
“CALEB!! It’s this or a trip to the ER! It has a battery inside it! If it leaks, I might die! We might as well call Zayne to surgically remove it!!”
Caleb suddenly stops smiling, a determined look on his face.
“WE ARE GOING TO GET THIS OUT!!”
Caleb uses one finger at first, but has to try two, because the vibrator is stuck deep and vertically and isn’t very easy to grip, but at least it’s not sliding further up.
“Pips, I need to use my thumb and index finger to grab it. It’s too slippery.”
You’re breathing heavily, unsure how his big fingers will fit further.
“DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO!” Adrenaline rushes through you.
Caleb goes in, and after many failed attempts, he finally manages to grab and pull it out.
You stare at Caleb, catching your breath, then at the bullet vibrator.
“Fuck… Pips… I got it,” he says, turning it off and helping you both clean up before he puts you in bed, wraps you in a warm blanket, holds you tightly while you recover from the shock and slowly calm down.
“So I looked it up…it was supposed to be used inside a plug that has a hollow socket, so it’s coated. That’d also have a wider flare base, so it doesn’t get swallowed…but they never send that part…it was never meant to be inserted,” he explains calmly while stroking your head.
“I noticed,” you respond flatly and snuggle deeper into his arm.
“Do you want anything right now? Spicy wontons? Fruit salad? Burgers? Pizza? Meatballs? I can whip you something up,” he asks.
“My body has a strict no-entry policy right now, including my mouth.”
“Alright, alright, fair,” he laughs and gives your head a kiss.
“I’ll file a formal request for future access when operations resume.”
He clears his throat and hesitates for a moment, before speaking again.
“Also… just to check… is anything involving that area… permanently off the table? Or are we just.. temporary never speaking of this again?”
You lift your head and stare at him.
“Why don’t we insert that bullet vibrator inside of you next & then you can ask me again?”
You let him in through your phone’s security system, forcing yourself out of bed just enough to give him a half-assed greeting.
“Why are you here?” you ask.
Caleb walks in carrying a bunch of things.
“To bring your favorite takeout. And ice cream. And chocolate. And flowers. And the DAA hoodie you tried on at my place and liked so much. I thought you might want to wear it,” he says sweetly, setting everything down.
They were all your favorites. He even remembered that you loved peonies, you’d only mentioned it once in passing.
Caleb takes a look at you.
He sees a stained oversized hoodie swallowing your frame, loose sweatpants, unwashed hair & face half-hidden behind the tightened hood.
“You look pretty cute for someone depressed,” he tries to cheer you up. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect.
“You think this is funny, Caleb?”
His smile doesn’t fade, neither his determination to lift your mood.
“Not at all. That’s why I wanted to bring you some things,” he says softly.
“I said I didn’t want you to come over. I didn’t want you to see me… like this. Why couldn’t you just listen to me?”
Caleb steps closer, trying to pull you into a hug, but you immediately take a step back.
“No, I don’t want a hug, Caleb! I want you to leave!” you blurt out, frustrated tears filling your eyes as you glance at the gifts he brought, feeling extremely guilty.
Caleb stays still, refusing to look away from you.
“I know. I know you said that. But I needed to do something for you. I couldn’t just leave you by yourself in this state,” he explains calmly.
“The only thing you could’ve done for me was not come here. I didn’t want you doing things for me nor seeing me like this. Caleb, I’m not rational right now. I’m impulsive, I’m angry, I’m mean, I’m overly sensitive, I’m in pain, I look like shit, I feel like shit!”
“Okay?” he says ,”then be all that. Just don’t be all that alone.”
His eyes are soft, at least you think they are. Your vision is still blurred with tears.
“You don’t understand, Caleb! I’m not a good person right now—so just go, please. I told you I didn’t want you here, you’ve ignored that and shown up anyway with… all this stuff. Which is super kind, but I didn’t ask for it, now I feel forced to show gratitude, be nice to you, but I don’t have the energy to do this right now.”
Caleb is watching and listening attentively.
You take a deep breath and continue:
“And this is exactly why I didn’t want you here. I yell at you, I’m angry at you for no fucking reason, for looking out for me, now I owe you, and I don’t want to feel this way, but you force me to put in effort, but this is no phase where I can afford to do that. And now you’re stuck seeing me like this and hearing the ugly thoughts out loud, and I really didn’t want you to. I just want to be in bed alone, crying, shutting everything out, waiting for the suicidal thoughts to pass when my period starts so I can feel even a little bit normal again and show you my better side again.”
You breathe out again.
Caleb stands there for a second too long in your opinion, so you decide to shove him toward the door. Instead, he catches your wrist and pulls you closer.
“What? You think this will push me away? You’re saying this is your ugliest side?”
You struggle against the hug, his grip is firm. It annoys you to your core.
“Yes!! Now let go! I’m being an awful person.”
“Not really. But go on, if that helps,” he replies, his grip not loosening.
“But I don’t want to.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t help it?”
“I can’t.”
“Then don’t hold back.”
“But you don’t deserve this, Caleb. I’m doing fine without you. I’m used to going through this by myself. I don’t need you playing the hero. You can’t fix this… or me.”
“Who says I want to fix anything?” he asks quietly. “I just want to be by your side.”
“Right, pfft. You say that now because this is the first time you’re actually seeing it. You still think you can play savior. Maybe not my next luteal phase, but give it 6 or 8 months. Eventually, you’ll get fed up with me being 50% of the time in a month the worst person to have around. Spare yourself — and spare me — the pain and just go. I don’t want you sticking around.”
Caleb sighs. He loosens his grip slightly, crouching down to your level but while still holding your arms.
“No chance,” he says.
“Caleb, LEAVE!”
“So you’re saying you’d leave me too once you see my ugly sides?” he asks.
You click with your tongue, annoyed from his comparison.
“Of course not, but it’s different! What ugly sides do you even have? Accidentally using too much salt? Not liking cilantro?”
A faintly amused huff leaves him, though it’s more a form of showing his disbelief.
“You really think I don’t have ugly sides?” His gaze drifts for a moment as he searches for the right words.
“You just haven’t seen them yet because I try SO HARD not to show them. But I won’t always be able to hide them. You’ll see the real me eventually, and yeah… part of me is terrified you won’t like your perfect Caleb anymore, realise what an ugly Monster I am. But I’d rather have you hating me, yet by my side, than not have you at all.”
“That’s—Caleb, I… I would never leave or hate you,” you whisper, hurt that he would even think that.
Caleb gently strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.
“You say that now. But maybe in six or eight months, you’ll change your mind,” he says, throwing your own argument back at you.
You sigh, unable to completely suppress the defeated smile that escapes you.
“Hm? What was that? Did I see someone smile?” he teases gently.
“Stop it. I don’t feel like it, Caleb,” you hiss back.
“Alright, alright. But that one second of a smile in a month would be enough for me to not let you push me away.”
He gets up, grabs his hoodie, the ice cream, and two spoons. „Now, you swap your hoodie for mine, I’ll change into something comfy too, and we eat ice cream in bed. Or not. You can cry instead. Blame me. Hate me. Ignore me. But do all of that while I’m physically next to you, please.”
The two of you crawl into bed together.
You lie in bed for the next 16 hours, eyes closed, his faint breathing is the only thing keeping you together. Using this form of escapism to cope with all of this may feel comforting at first, yet somehow hurts even more once reality comes crawling back in.
When you open your eyes again, you see the game app has reset to its main screen. It crashed overnight.
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🥀 A little PMDD & maladaptive daydreaming awareness in this story, because I’ve been struggling with both for half my life. 🥀
Caleb, who likes to play with knives around you a little too much. While you’re in your room doing something on your PC, he’d lean over you from behind, wrapping his arms around you, the large kitchen knife still in his hand.
“Whatcha watching?” he’d ask casually, the knife resting across your chest.
“Just a stream from— Caleb! Watch the knife!” you’d warn him.
“Sorry, my bad. Dinner will be ready soon,” he’d say as an excuse, slowly pulling his hand away, yet glancing at the frightened look on your face from the corner of his eye. He knows you’ve been watching that male streamer’s content for quite a while now.
He’d sometimes sit on the couch, sharpening the large knife with another one while you scrolled on your phone.
When he hears you repeatedly watching a video of anyone who sounds like a man, he stops sharpening, but instead gives you an equally sharp, threatening look.
Another time, you’d be talking on the phone.
Caleb would be hugging you from behind, the large knife resting along your hip.
“Hey, sorry, do you mind if I call you back later? I kinda have to go now!”
You’d quickly apologise before ending the call, because doing anything else seems a little too dangerous. Caleb thinks you’ve been talking to your male co-worker on the phone suspiciously often lately.
Another time, you’d be in the bedroom, doing your skincare routine before bed, when Caleb comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your neck, the kitchen knife resting against your throat.
Caleb always has an excuse when he’s carrying a knife around the house. However, on these occasions, he wasn’t preparing food.
“You know what I want you to do,” he’d threaten while pressing the flat side of the blade against your skin.
He’d slowly drag the knife along your neck, cut your bra straps with it, holding your body in place, and moving it down to cut down your panties as well.
He’d have you perform all the nasty and disgusting things he’s envisioned, all while playing with the knife in his hand, making sure you can’t reach it, but see it at all times
Sometimes he’s would punish you for not following his wishes. He’d use his evol to penetrate you with the knife’s handle, making you worry about whether his evol is precise enough to not insert it too far in.
When you resist on acting out his fantasies, he’d deliberately hurt himself with the knife, just enough for you to immediately apologise and act out whatever sick kink he has now, but not before you take care of his wound, or else he would end up bleeding on you (again).
You aren’t allowed to touch the knives in this house. There’s a reason he’s the chef.
“Sorry I missed your call, Zayne. I was in the shower.”
“I can tell. You’re not fully dressed,” Zayne replies, already in bed, gaze lingering on your revealing night dress.
“Do you want me to cover up?” you ask.
“I didn’t say that. It’s nice to see you. I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you look,” he clears his throat.
It’s been 1,5 weeks since you last saw each other. Your schedules barely align nowadays, so tonight you decided to video call.
“By the time I can come see you after work, you’re usually asleep…or only have 10 minutes left.”
“But–“ you hesitate.
“I’d like those ten minutes too,” he finishes your thought, “but I’m afraid I wouldn’t let go of you in …and I know you’ve been needing to get up early lately.”
“Then maybe…” you grab a hair clip and put your hair up in a soft updo, exposing your neckline further, knowing full well that’s what gets him. “…We can make up for it now?” You let the strap of your dress slip purposefully off one shoulder.
Zayne’s gaze sharpens.
“I guess…we could arrange that.” Zayne responds, sitting more upright now, his eyes fixated on your neckline now.
“Then why don’t you…,” you press your elbows closer to your chest, subtly enhancing your cleavage, “…start touching yourself for me?”
A faint smirk tugs at his lips. You see him moving his hand out of view as the video briefly turns slightly unsteady, as if he’s adjusting himself off screen.
“Shouldn’t you be joining me?” he asks curiously.
“Hm… not yet~” you titter, your fingers lightly tracing your collarbone.
Zayne exhales a quiet laugh. “I see…the screen is giving you courage. You wouldn’t be this bratty, if I was before you.”
“Too bad. What are you going to do about it now, Mister?”
He raises an eyebrow and an amused look is crossing his face now.
“That’s easy.” He turned off his video.
“HELLO?? NO, ZAYNE, THAT’S SO NOT FAIR!”
You can hear Zayne let out a laugh.
“Shall we start over? With better manners? Again, shouldn’t you be joining me?”
You smile and give in. You position your phone on the night stand in a way that grants him a full view of your body.
“Now you’re behaving,” he says content.
“Let’s see how long that lasts~ Lift your dress for me!” Zayne orders. “I want to see what you’re wearing underneath.”
“I’m not wearing anything underneath the dress,” you tease.
“I’m aware,” he says. “You never do.” There’s a mischievous smile on his face.
“I just can’t win with you, huh?” you laugh and lift your dress, slowly touching yourself for him to see.
“But Zayne..don’t I deserve a reward?”
Zayne flips the camera and shows you now how he’s slowly stroking his cock.
“Is this…what you wanted to see?” he asks.
Your core is burning up. It’s like you were starving and are suddenly being offered the one meal you can’t say no to.
“Zayne…I- I almost forgot how big you are,” you squeeze your legs together now.
“Don’t stop touching yourself”, he says quickly.
As you rub your clit, you hear Zayne’s breathing become more and more unsteady.
You then turn off your video.
Zayne flipped his camera back to his face and you can see his eyebrows furrow. He exhales loudly, his patience visibly tightens.
“I see, you have not learned your lesson.”
You don’t answer him immediately. You stare back at him, before firmly saying:
“Zayne….I need you to fuck me. Properly.”
Zayne’s holding his breath. He has been too deprived of you. He doesn’t even masturbate, he prefers doing it with you.
He stares at the black screen for a moment, before breaking the silence.
“Alright then.“ He hangs up the phone.
You blink. A little surprised at how sudden it was. Is he coming over? Is he mad at you? Is he excited? His face was unreadable. Not long after, you hear your doorbell ring — It’s Zayne.
You’ve already let him in through your phone’s security system and by the time he steps inside, you’re meeting him halfway in the living room.
“That was… quick,” you say, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, trying to act innocent.
“Call in sick for tomorrow,” his voice is strict.
“What? Why? I don’t think I—“
“Doctor’s Order,” he interrupts, “you won’t be in any state to work, when I’m done with you.”
“You missed me bad, hm?” you tease.
“Let me remind you what happens when you get bratty.”
You’re some lucky person who once managed to get dicked down by Colonel Caleb during the time his existence was still a secret to MC.
Caleb couldn’t take it anymore, so when he spotted you one day on the streets of Skyhaven, someone who looked remarkably like MC, he knew he had to have you.
He put on his charming, DAA-self friendliness to flirt with you, yet his Colonel’s uniform screamed authority. You thought it was love at first sight. Everything about him seemed perfect.
When he took you to a private Hotel room in Skyhaven, he did every nasty, unspeakable thing he had ever imagined doing to MC.
You consented to everything, you just wanted him, you thought he was just as obsessed from the moment he saw you as you were with him.
His eyes were beautiful, yet empty when he looked at you. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why.
Sometimes they seemed filled with an endless, yearning love, yet when he was buried deep inside you, thrusting into you with animalistic force, he avoided your gaze.
He made you swallow every liquid that came from his body, and he devoured yours just as eagerly, far worse ones than the ones you had expected him to like.
When he took a break after the first round, he put your hair into a cute hairstyle.
He seemed skilled at it? Maybe he had a little sister, you thought. Still, most of the time he was rough with you.
He grunted someone’s name under his breath that wasn’t yours. You tried to ignore it, you already knew you would never want anyone else but him, even if his mind is stuck elsewhere.
When he kept avoiding your eyes during each session in this long night, you began to feel uneasy.
The next time, you decided to force a position and situation where he couldn’t look away from you, where you were in control!
The moment you succeeded, he abruptly stopped everything. A terrified expression flashed across his face. He got up, dressed quickly, scribbled something on a small note, and left it on the table before walking out saying a word.
Exhaustion eventually overtakes you, but you still force yourself to get up and see what he has written before he left in such a hurry.
My Masterlist Post for my Fanfics will finally be up soon!!
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"They invited both of us to their wedding?" Caleb asks.
"They know both of us from school. We never went anywhere without each other, of course they’d invite both of us!"
Caleb's smile fades, "I don't think I should come."
Neither of you want to spend an entire evening pretending that the relationship you'd only just found, didn't exist around your former classmates:
You don’t try to convince Caleb.
He looked uncomfortable just imagining the scenario: every move, every touch, every glance being interpreted the wrong way (or rather, the right way) and then having to explain that it was nothing.
So you decide to go by yourself and simply say that Caleb was too busy in Skyhaven.
– At the Wedding –
By the time the guests were all eating, you'd answered the same question at least six times.
"Where's Caleb?"
"Oh, he couldn't make it."
"Is Caleb still single?"
"Uh... you should ask him yourself, I guess."
It feels strange saying it which made you understand even better why Caleb didn‘t want to come.
Halfway through dessert however, someone pulls out the chair beside you, "Sorry I'm late.“
"...Caleb?"
He was wearing black pants, sneakers, and a plain white tank top, completely out of dress code.
"You came!“ your eyes were shining bright.
"I couldn't let you spend the whole evening alone doing Q&As,“ he responds grinning
"But... your clothes?"
"I changed my mind, but guess that was little bit too late. I saw that my formal clothes needed to be dry-cleaned, so I figured it was better to come like this than not at all."
He smirks at you before getting up to formally greet the bride and groom, who didn't mind his clothing at all and were simply happy that he had made it.
The rest of the wedding was a careful act of balance. To everyone else, he was still your protective "brother," and you two didn‘t have the chance to discuss how you’d want to handle the evening, now that both of you are here.
Later, when the band started playing your favourite songs from high school, Caleb holds out his hand.
“Shall we dance?"
"We'll look suspicious, Caleb.“
"They'll just think I'm being overprotective, as always. You know, me not letting you get asked out by anyone else as I did back then. And trust me, I've seen the hungry glances at you from those bachelors over there!! Good thing I came,“ he grins.
You roll your eyes, but are laughing at the same time.
You take his hand and begin to dance with him. He twirls you around, pulls you back in, making sure you‘re having the time of your life while he has only eyes for you.
When the song changes to a slower one, Caleb keeps a polite and unsuspecting distance.
"I wish I didn't have to pretend," he says.
„Me neither…,“ you reply.
The two of you continue dancing as if you were the only people on the dance floor.
"You know... when it's our wedding someday...,“ Caleb says carefully.
“Our wedding?"
His ears turn pink, "Don't worry, I'm not proposing right now…“ he clears his throat.
”I just wanted to say… I hope that at our wedding someday, we shall dance freely without worrying anyone judging us.“
"I'd like that too. I hope it'll be only the two of us though," you smile.
Caleb decides to finally pull you closer and embrace you more tightly.
"It's always been just us two... and it always will be. I don’t need anyone else.”
“So…at the party you were at, there must have been lots of girls there, no?” you squint at Caleb.
“Just a couple. Don’t tell me someone’s jealouuus~?” he sings annoyingly while pinching your cheek.
Caleb’s visiting home for the weekend. Usually he tries to come from Friday to Sunday, but this time he got dragged into a DAA party on Friday night, so he only made it back on Saturday.
“Stop that, that’s not funny. I guess something must have been there that made you really want to be there last night…and not here,” you pout.
Caleb sits down next to you and ruffles your already messy morning hair.
“Don’t worry, Pips, it’s just a bunch of…people. I don’t care about them. But I do occasionally have to show my face. Gotta stay popular, you know,” he jokes.
“Pfff.” You get up and grab a glass of water, pretending to ignore him.
Caleb watches you with smiley eyes, but his amusement suddenly turned into something else. His gaze moves down on your body, following the way you move in those tiny shorts and that oversized shirt…You look so casual, so cute…and completely unaware of what you stir up in him.
He exhales through his nose, mildly annoyed at himself for letting his thoughts drift somewhere he really shouldn’t be going.
“I get it, it’s boring at home. Why come and spend time with me & Grandma when you can be partying & drinki—WAIT, did you drink alcohol??” you blurt out.
When you speak again, he’s pulled back to reality like nothing happened. He quickly regains his composure.
“What if I did, Pips?” he teases, getting up to grab a glass of water too. “You think I’d do something stupid drunk?”
“Absolutely.”
“Hmm… like what?”
“I don’t know…like…kissing some random girl?” you shyly admit your worries.
Caleb chokes on his water.
“OH MY GOD, you did, didn’t you???” you gasp. You pace around the room now, not wanting to stand close to him nor look into his eyes.
“What—no—Pips! I—” Caleb’s still coughing, but trying his best to defend himself.
“Why else would you choke like that?! That’s guilt Caleb, I KNEW IT!”
Just as you pass him for the 3rd dramatic lap, he catches your waist & pulls you into a hug from behind, still half-breathless.
You stop squirming. The hug came unexpected.
“I did drink… but I didn’t kiss anyone,” he says calmly now. “In fact, the entire time I kept wishing I could’ve been here at home… with you.”
“And do what?” you ask, eyes fixed on the floor tile in front of you.
Caleb’s heart beating heavy.
“And do…,” he gathers all his courage, “…something of what I know would change the way you look at me.”
The front door clicks open.
“Kids? I’m home!” Grandma calls from the hallway. Caleb abruptly lets go of you.
“Good to see you Caleb. How was the party last night? Did you meet a nice, young lady?” Josephine asks.
“Yeah,” he says lightly, stepping back from you fully. “A few.”
His eyes flick briefly toward you. You stare at him in disbelief.
“…None worth mentioning though,” he adds.
“There must be someone you’re interested in, no? Didn’t even one girl look at you with big pretty eyes?”
Caleb hesitates for a moment, his eyes avoiding yours. His hands curl into fists as he suppresses everything consuming him in that moment.
“Yes…” he says, “there is one.”
“Oh, how wonderful! Maybe you can introduce her one day. I hope she’s someone who feels close to home for you.” Grandma says nonchalantly.
Caleb exhales, it’s almost a laugh.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, before muttering under his breath, “that’s kinda the problem.”
🔞🧵| Joint Care | Caleb🍎+ Zayne❄️
TW: taboo, dead dove 🪦🕊️ /↻+♡ appreciated
“I don’t want to be a burden to you,” you say, looking at the monitor Zayne is hooking you up to.
“Not knowing what’s wrong, is the real burden,” he responds, checking your chart one more time.
Your rare heart condition has worsened over the past few weeks. Suspecting it was caused by the rise in fluctuation abnormalities and your tendency to overwork yourself, Zayne adjusted your medication and ran further tests. However, the three-day Holter monitor showed concerning results, leading him to arrange a private hospital room so you could receive 24/7 care for now.
“The little time I get to monitor your condition after my shifts isn’t enough to figure out why it hasn’t stabilized, even with you on medical leave. This way, I can check on you anytime, even at 2 a.m. like now. And Caleb…”
Zayne briefly glances at him beside your bed, “…is not being as reliable with keeping your diet in check as he needs to be.”
“Well, Doc, if she’s craving my spicy beef stew, then spicy beef stew is what she’s gonna get!” he argues, placing a protective hand over yours.
You smile at him.
“And if I say spicy food should be avoided, otherwise her medication won’t be as effective, then you’re failing to provide proper care, if not endangering her,” Zayne replies strictly.
“Okay, that’s enough,” you interrupt. “Caleb, no more spicy food, even if I beg—”
“But I can’t resist you—”
“Nuh-uh! I forbid it!” you cut him off.
“And Zayne,” you continue, looking at him now. A smirk tugs at his lips after watching you put Caleb in his place. “…you be nicer to Caleb! He’s only trying to help!”
Both of them sigh in defeat, which you know means they agree to your terms.
“However,” Zayne says while preparing your medication, “…from now on, I’ll be giving you your medication myself.”
“What’s wrong with Caleb giving me my meds?” you ask.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” Caleb echoes.
“I’m here now, so your doctor can make sure you take them properly, besides…,” Zayne says, “… I still remember someone who used to spit them out whenever her grandmother looked away,” he adds, giving you a judging look.
“True, Pips, you used to do that,” Caleb agrees.
You suppress a smile at the memory.
“Okay, okay, I did that back then, but not anymore! I’ve been taking them properly. Caleb always checks if I swallowed them and I always get super sleepy afterward, so they definitely work!” you defend yourself.
Zayne hands you the pills.
“Alright then, let me see how you take them,” he says.
You take the pills and wash them down with a sip of water.
“Show me,” Caleb instructs.
You open your mouth and stick out your tongue to prove you swallowed everything.
“Good girl,” he praises.
Zayne lets out a quiet chuckle.
“Shut up, Zayne,” Caleb snaps at him.
“CALEB!” you gasp in shock.
“Anyway,” Zayne says nonchalantly while fluffing your pillow, “I’ll be back in thirty minutes, once the medication starts taking effect, to see what’s been monitored by then.”
Zayne leaves the room. Caleb gives you a concerned look.
“He knows what he’s doing, Caleb!”
“Does he?” he asks uncertainly.
“Ever since he changed your medication, you get so sleepy, and you always say you wake up feeling even more exhausted. I’m also worried about the bruises it’s giving you.”
You glance down at the faint bruises still scattered across your body.
“Yeah, but… he said it can cause minor bleeding, so it’s nothing too serious. I’m sure I’ll feel better soon.”
“Yeah… I hope so,” Caleb murmurs, still looking concerned.
You fall asleep soon after.
When Zayne steps back into the room and locks the door behind him, Caleb has also fallen asleep on the couch. It’s already 2:35 a.m.
Zayne checks the recorded data.
He gently pulls the blanket off you and slips the hospital gown from your body so he can inspect you for new bruises.
His hands brush over your skin gently…. more affectionately than a doctor should.
“Even here… how careless,” he whispers to himself as he touches the bruises on your breasts, gently cupping them before squeezing a little harder.
Zayne lets out a shaky breath, trying to contain himself.
His hand moves lower, fingers brushing along your slit. He knows it’s only a normal bodily response, but he likes convincing himself you’re wet for another reason.
He slips a finger inside you and watches your unconscious body while he touches you. He hovers his body over you carefully, making sure not to put pressure on yours.
He adds two more fingers, stretching you open. The only sounds in the room are the beeping of the heart monitor, his heavy breathing, and Caleb’s quiet snores.
“I promise… I’ll make you healthy again,” he whispers beside your ear before replacing his fingers with his cock.
He thrusts deeply, gripping your waist to hold you in place.
“But—” his breathing quickens, “before I do that—” one hand moves to grab your breast, “—I need you a little bit longer like this.”
He fucks you for a while longer, before finishing inside you and collapsing partially against your body, almost forgetting how fragile you are.
He brushes strands of hair away from your face and kisses you… or as much of one as he can make out with someone unresponsive.
“My beautiful girl…” he slides his fingers back inside you, pushing the leaking cum back in. “…the weaker you are, the longer you stay by my side.”
He pulls his fingers out and presses them into your mouth, making you taste him. Your medication is so strong that nothing wakes you.
Zayne stands again. He sterilizes everything and cleans you up before looking over your chart and writing something down.
The cardiology corridor is nearly empty at this hour. Your room is located in a secluded private section, so no sound can be heard from outside.
“You’re too careless,” Zayne suddenly says without looking up.
“Sorry, Doc. I don’t like holding myself back the way you do. It’s not like she notices anyway,” Caleb replies.
He’s gotten up from the couch and now stands beside your bed, watching you sleep while listening to Zayne.
“She will if she keeps waking up with more bruises and feeling this exhausted. You need to control yourself more or I’ll be forced to change her medication back to normal,” Zayne says, finally looking up at Caleb.
Caleb stares down at you, eyes dark and possessive. He strokes your face silently instead of responding.
“Make sure she doesn’t get any new bruises for now, so she believes the new medication is necessary,” Zayne adds.
“Can’t I just stop making the spicy stew instead of holding back?” Caleb asks.
“I’m afraid you’ll need to refrain from both.”
Caleb sighs, but a smirk spreads across his lips as his eyes meet Zayne’s.
“Alright… you’re the doctor.”
“Also, next time,” Zayne says as he prepares to leave, “…I don’t want you in the room while I’m busy with her.”
Caleb grins. “Trying to catch up to me, huh? Yeah, it was too good to be true having her all to myself back home.”
“I could tell,” Zayne replies, gesturing toward his own chest, referring to the bruises on yours.
“She’ll be out for another two hours. I increased her dosage, so do what you want,” Zayne adds.
Caleb laughs in disbelief.
“My, my~ Now that’s a doctor’s order I can get behind,” he says, beginning to undress you again.
Just as Zayne unlocks the door, Caleb speaks once more.
“Say, Zayne…”
“Yes, Caleb?”
“Why don’t you join me? You know… just like we used to back then. For old times’ sake.”
Zayne locks the door again and steps closer.
“I suppose we were best friends for a reason,” he says before helping Caleb undressing you.
“Not now,” Zayne says, focused on the report in his notebook.
“But can you really resist me~?” you tease, leaning into his view.
He gently pushes your forehead back with one finger.
“Yes.”
You pout, but decide not to give up yet. Zayne doesn’t even spare you a glance, he’s completely focused on his work. You place a hand on his thigh and trace slow circles with your finger.
“Hm, I shall put that to the test,” you say.
Without looking away from his notebook, his right hand catches your wrist and places your hand back in your lap.
“No.”
That’s it. Just a simple no. He doesn’t even rise to your bait, but unfortunately for him, you love it.
“You do know it only makes me want to try harder when you act like this, right?” you warn him.
“I know,” he replies.
“Know why that is?” you whisper into his ear.
“Yes. Because you’re a brat & won’t stop until I make you,” he says calmly, which only turns you on even more.
“So since you’re not stopping me… you must be enjoying this~?” you tease, starting to unbutton your shirt.
Zayne stops typing. He lets out a long exhale and finally turns his head toward you, his gaze flickering briefly to your now-bare chest before meeting your eyes.
“Leave, or I will,” he says dryly.
You can tell he’s getting fed up with you, but you can’t help yourself. Getting Zayne angry is the hottest thing imaginable to you.
“Don’t leave,” you plead softly, knowing he loves that side of you. “Please.”
“Then behave,” he says, his expression softening slightly, “… and please cover up again.”
“Why? Am I not attractive to you anymore?” you try to provoke him.
Zayne ignores you.
“Oh my god…?? Is that why you’re not responding to my seduction?”
He doesn’t look at you & continues typing.
Even though you started this to tease him, the thought suddenly worms its way into your mind. What if it were true? He’s always been good at holding back, but how can he ignore you half-naked in front of him, begging for his attention?Had you lost your charm? Was work really more interesting to him than you?
“Stop thinking such nonsense,” Zayne suddenly interrupts your spiraling thoughts.
You stare at him stunned.
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
Zayne sets his notebook aside and turns fully toward you, one hand cupping your face as he looks into your eyes.
“Because I know you. Also, there’s nothing more attractive to me than you. Nothing will ever change that.” His words are calm and reassuring.
You feel comforted, though your gaze still flickers toward his notebook.
“Do you really think you have to compete with work?” he asks.
“I kind of am, aren’t I? Your attention’s completely on that.”
He abruptly gets up and lifts you into his arms bridal-style, heading towards the bedroom.
“W-what are you doing?” you ask in surprise.
He lays you down on the bed, then unbuttons his shirt, before positioning himself on top of you, his face hovering just inches from yours.
“Why?” he whispers, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “Isn’t this exactly what you were hoping for?”
He kisses you. Again. And again. The next one deeper & lasting longer than the last. His hand trails down your body, slipping beneath your panties.
You look at him expectantly. “But your work?”
“Hasn’t been your concern, has it?” he responds,
“Also, I should correct that behavior first.” he adds.
Your breathing quickens as he teases your wet hole with his fingers, when suddenly… you laugh.
Zayne looks at you, perplexed.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer so you can whisper into his ear.
“You failed the test, Doctor.”
A faint smile finally appears on Zayne’s lips.
He withdraws his fingers from you, gets up, and unbuckles his pants.
“You know what to do,” he says calmly.
You grin and lean closer, excitedly taking him into your mouth.
“No,” Zayne suddenly says.
He takes his belt and ties your hands behind your back, “Like this,” he adds and guides his cock back to your mouth.
As he watches you suffocate a little on his cock, your teary eyes occasionally looking up to him, he stops you for a moment. He lowers himself to your level, wipes the drool from your lips with his fingers, and says quietly, “Now.. explain again how I failed the test?”
“I still got what I wanted, no?” you reply with attitude.
Zayne smiles.
“Yes, you did…,” He shoves his cock back into your mouth, forcing the depth until he reaches your throat, “…so behave and take it properly.”
