🧵| Trueheart Spotlit | Rafayel 🐟+ Caleb 🍎
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“I can’t believe you’re taking me here, Raf,” you say, glancing around at the clientele.
“Relax, Cutie. You’ve been in far shadier places during missions.”
He drapes an arm over your shoulders as you stop at the bar.
“Besides, I really need your help tonight. Can I count on you?”
“Of course. I’ll... pull myself together.”
Rafayel orders a gin and tonic.
“Wait. You’re drinking? I thought we needed to stay alert. The guy we’re looking for moves fast.”
“It’s for you.” He hands you the glass. “You seem a little too alert right now.”
You down it in one go, since you really need to loosen up a bit.
A few minutes later, the two of you settle into seats facing the stage.
“So, about our suspect,” you say. “You said he’s selling samples of that pigment from your latest artwork. How did he even get his hands on it?”
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out.” Rafayel scans the crowd rather than the performers taking the stage. “He’ll probably disguise it inside a protocore or use some other method I haven’t figured out yet.”
“So I just watch for anything suspicious?”
“Exactly. And try to look like you’re enjoying the show.”
For the next thirty minutes, you keep an eye on the crowd, but nothing stands out. Eventually, you excuse yourself to the restroom. When you return, Rafayel immediately catches sight of you.
“Cutie, you really need to see this.” Before you can ask what he means, he guides you back to your seat. You look toward the stage and see… him.
A cropped black shirt exposes his sculpted abdomen, fringes swaying with every movement, a cropped denim jacket hangs over his shoulders, paired with mesh gloves and a choker. The dark, smudged eye makeup makes him look like he stepped straight out of an '80s glam rock band.
It’s Caleb.
WAIT! IT'S CALEB?
You stare in shock. Rafayel slips an arm around your shoulders.
“Well,” he says, fighting a grin, “I guess we found something suspicious tonight after all.”
Caleb is clearly the main attraction. A microphone stand sits center stage, though he seems more interested in using it as a prop than a microphone. The crowd is eating it up. Thankfully, he hasn’t noticed you yet.
“Now’s actually the perfect time to work,” Rafayel says. “Everyone’s distracted by the main act.”
You try to focus on the crowd, but you can’t focus on anything else than Caleb moving seductively on stage, lessening the amount of clothes he’s wearing while he’s at it.
“For my next performance, I need a volunteer. Anyone interested?” Caleb flashes a confident smile, looking into the crowd.
Before you can even react, Rafayel rises to his feet.
“She is.” He pulls you up with him.
Caleb freezes. So do you.
Panic flashes across his face.
“Ah... maybe someone else?” he offers weakly.
The audience immediately protests. “No way!”, “Let her go!”, “Yeah, she’s pretty!”
Caleb rubs the back of his neck.
“Alright, alright.” His eyes lock onto yours. “Would you... like to join me on stage?”
You don’t answer. Instead, you wiggle yourself free from Rafayel’s grip and head straight for the exit. The crowd erupts in complaints as Caleb abruptly cuts the performance short and jumps off the stage to run after you.
Rafayel steps directly into his path to stop him.
“I don’t think you should be going after her.”
“Move,” Caleb shoves him back.
Rafayel barely stumbles before smiling.
“You should've seen your expression when she looked up and saw you,” Rafayel lets out a laugh, “Worth the entire setup.”
“She just saw a job, not me, she will be fine,” Caleb's jaw tightens.
Rafayel raises an eyebrow, “Do you even know her?”
“She doesn't care that you're up there dancing half-naked.” Rafayel steps closer and
straightens the collar of his jacket.
“But finding out her sweet, caring Caleb kept another secret and lied to her… again?” He clicks his tongue, “Yeah, that one hurts.”
Caleb falls silent.
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Fic idea is based on this tweet that I've quoted in the original post on X.
“You want the Cabernet Sauvignon or the blanc?” you ask Sylus, grabbing 2 wine glasses.
“The day I take a sip of that premium swamp water,” he replies “it’ll have to be forcefully poured into my mouth against my will, Sweetie.”
Your day started with bad news. You spent it heavy-hearted, trying to unwind alone. Feeling especially uneasy at night, you decided to ring Sylus, knowing your situationship would show up the moment you called. You figured a little steamy distraction with him wouldn’t hurt.
“I must say, I didn’t expect to hear from you again so soon, kitten.” Sylus says as your glasses clink. “Missed me?” his smirk almost annoying. You lean against the kitchen counter.
“Mmh, seems I should’ve let you suffer a bit longer, what a pity” you tease him back.
“But I needed the distraction, so it’s good you’re here,” you add cheerfully, hiding your true feelings.
“Is…something bothering you?” he asks carefully. “You can tell me. I can take care of it” his tone slightly cocky, before he softly adds a “…or try to console you.”
“Oh, come on, as if you care about me” you laugh and quickly change the topic. “Come on, let’s relax on the couch”, letting the strap of your red, silk dress slip deliberately off one shoulder, setting the mood.
Sylus, however, doesn’t follow you.
“You think I don’t care about you?” his gaze stays on his glass, his tone..surprisingly hurt?
Great. Now sexy time’s off the table too. What a day, you think.
“Sylus, are we really going there?”
He sets his glass on the table, grabs his leather jacket, heading to the door now.
“Sweetie, I don’t mind being your playfriend, but I don’t particularly enjoy you belittling my emotional investments…or act as if I’m blind to how you feel.”
His direct words surprised you, but you are too distracted by his quick movements. “You’re really leaving now?” you ask in disbelief and follow him.
“Come on, Sylus… I didn’t mean it that way. I just didn’t think…you’d wanna know.”
He shoots you a brief, but stern glance, sighs, and closes the door behind him.
Not making good decisions today anyways, you yank the door open and just as he steps into the elevator, you yell out: “WELL! Thanks for the /super/ distraction— UGH!”
Frustrated you down your glass of white wine in one go. Then you grab Sylus’ glass of red wine and down that one too, because there’s no way you’re wasting that. Before you want to pour yourself another glass, the doorbell rings.
You open it. Sylus stands there, eyebrows furrowed, a mix of irritation and something else you can’t quite place.
“You want distraction? Fine! I might as well do my duty, before I leave.” He steps in like he owns the space.
He lifts you up effortlessly and carries you to the couch, where he pins you down beneath him. His eyes now gleaming with that familiar edge of impatience and hunger.
“S-sylus..I-“ words choking up in your throat as he interrupts you with a sudden and hungry kiss.
“Not a word!” he growls, his mouth navigates to your neck, kissing it all the way down to your now exposed breasts.
His kisses are soft, but heated. The soft moans you let out are just equally as passionate.
Sylus gaze meets yours now. You see him indulge in the arousal in your eyes. When his hand glides up your legs, he stops short before your lace panties— sensing your hesitation.
You sit up. Sylus sighs, knowing you’re going to bring up the discussion now, he cuts in:
“Sweetie, I thought we just declared that I don’t care…” he jokes, but is clearly not amused.
“Why don’t we just…focus on the fun part, hmm? You said, you wanted to unwind.”
“Not like this. I am sorry, Sylus. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
Sylus watches you intensely.
“I shouldn’t have assumed what you feel or not feel. I do believe you care about me.. I guess. I just..” you pause, unsure if you want to finish this sentence.
“…You just can’t be certain.” Sylus finishes it for you, as if reading your mind. “Because we’ve never defined what this is… between us.”
You feel the heaviness of the day start to lift.
“Yes,” you respond defeated.
“I suppose that’s partly my fault, too” he concludes.
Sylus squeezes your hand tightly now.
“Why don’t we..,” he pushes himself up from the couch “seal the now officially defined beginning of our…’romantic relationship’?” his tone now uplifting.
“Looks like today’s the day I surrender….”
He grabs the bottle of white wine & presses it into your hand. “Well…even if it’s against my will, it’ll probably taste better knowing it’s you pouring it.”
You smile at him, now laughing from amusement.
Sylus lays his head in your lap and deliberately opens his mouth. “Come on now, let me taste that favourite premium swamp water of yours, kitten.”
Honey hello 👋 I hope you having a great day , do you know any good blogs for fishie ?? Since he became my second main I've been looking everywhere for some good blogs about him
I only post my fics on here and don’t engage much with others, since I’m mainly active on X. Therefore I don’t really know any tumblr exclusive blogs :<
I personally don’t write Raf fics very odgen (tho I love him! I should write more), but my dear jennie @applefishing writes more often Raf drablles. I love her work, so she’s definitely worth checking out :)
You lock the last heavy metal chain around Caleb's torso and step back. Caleb sits on the floor. His wrists, ankles, neck, and torso are secured against the restraint system he built himself. It's the evening before the full moon.
You look at him concerned.
"It's okay, Pips," he says softly. "Trust me, it's better this way."
You glance at his half-naked body. He’s wearing nothing but ripped knee-length jean shorts.
“Won’t you be cold though?”
“I usually overheat because of the fur, so... no. At least I can fit in these pants after the transformation, so I won’t be fully naked,” Caleb looks away, as if disgusted with himself.
After months of secrecy, you followed Caleb to an abandoned hospital in the woods and discovered why he kept disappearing for days at a time. Someone connected to EVER injected Caleb with an experimental gene product, and ever since, he's been transforming into a werewolf every full moon.
“I still can’t imagine it, Caleb.”
“And it’s better if you don’t,” he says quietly. “Please… I want you to remember me as your Caleb, not the merciless beast I turn into.”
“But I—"
“You should go now,” he says as the sun is turning red on the horizon.
“Can’t I stay and watch over you? You’ll be so lonely”
“Absolutely not!” he snaps, “Go home...,” he adds softly, “please!”
Halfway through your walk back through the woods, the sun has fully set and the moon hangs high above the trees. The longer you think about Caleb being alone, the more your worry grows… so you turn around.
You make your way back to the room where Caleb was chained, and carefully step inside.
“Caleb?”
The chains lie shattered across the floor. The entire restraint mechanism hangs open and broken. You’re about to search the room for clues, but suddenly something slams into you from the side. A burning pain explodes through your ribs as you're thrown against the wall.
As you struggle to sit up, your body being now severely wounded, a low whimpering echoes from the shadows in the corner of the room that sounds like a frightened dog.
“Caleb... is that you?”
Two glowing purple eyes stare back at you.
He continues to whine and you feel the urge to comfort him. You take a cautious step forward.
“Caleb, it’s me. Don’t be afraid. I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt me. I’m okay. I was just so worried about you...”
As moonlight spills through the broken windows, you finally see him.
His face is still recognizably Caleb’s, but his frame is almost twice the size. He has thick sideburns, slightly fuller eyebrows, longer and messier hair, like an untamed mullet. A faint layer of dark hair covers his arms, legs, and chest, along with a very prominent happy trail that he usually shaves. He also has… a fluffy tail?
You crouch down.
“Don’t worry. It’s me. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to prote—” You can’t finish the sentence.
In an instant, you’re thrown onto your back with terrifying force, pain shoots through your body as you hit the ground.
“I TOLD YOU TO GO HOME!” Caleb growls loudly.
His massive body moves on top of yours now.
“I smelled you,” he says, his voice much deeper than usual, “kilometers away. Your scent lingered in this room.”
He aggressively sniffs at your neck, your hair, your clothes, as if trying to memorize every trace of your scent.
His gaze turns predatory, even his teeth seem sharper. His claws catch your dress and tear through the fabric with a single jerk, leaving your chest and body exposed.
With overwhelming strength, he spins you around, forcing you onto all fours.
He doesn’t hesitate which means he also doesn’t prepare you like he usually would. He slams his now enormous large cock inside you with full strength, almost tearing you apart. His thrusts are so forceful and so deep, he’s severely bruising your cervix, ramming himself into you roughly.
Caleb’s only acting with his animalistic instincts and those instincts tell him one thing and one thing only: To breed you.
“I'm going to keep you full and bred, full of my offsprings! Would you like that? To be filled?” he growls as he fucks you relentlessly from behind.
You endure the pain and fear as best you can and despite it, you moan out an eager “Ngh—p—please, yes—I’ll carry your pups,” while you come over and over again, your privates all swollen and pulsating.
But don't call for him to stop, because beneath it all, it's still Caleb — your Caleb.
He merciless fucks you around the clock the entire night and following days, filling you over and over again, not letting you catch a break, since he can go for hours at a time now.
He keeps your body in his embrace, rubs his scent on you, licks your wounds clean, growls at anything that isn’t you, he treats you like a possession.
The next days, he occasionally brings you water by carrying it in his mouth and then spitting it into yours, so you can drink. For food, he kills a deer and brings you the fresh meat, but you refuse and decide to fast.
You catch a glimpse of worry in his eyes when he sees you refuse to eat — moments when you can still see your Caleb in them, even though he chains you up whenever he’s out for the hunt.
You said you wanted to comfort him, that you didn’t want him to be alone during the full moon, so you stay (not like you have a chance). For the next three days and two nights, you bear the full moon’s curse until your Caleb will return to you.
Little do you know that by covering you in his werewolf scent and marking you as his own, he has made you impossible to lose. Every trace of his scent left on your skin only strengthens his claim. No matter where you go or how far you run, he will always find you, and he won’t stop until he does. And when the next full moon rises, he will come for you again — whether you're ready or not.
After an hour of Zayne winning every round of pool, you decide it’s time to raise the stakes. “Next round winner gets 3 wishes!” you propose.
“Are you that eager to win this time or be set free from this game?” Zayne responds. “Maybe a bit of both. Anyway, you start!” As Zayne calculates his next move, you trace a finger along the edge of the pool table and move closer to him.
But say…,” you ask softly, pressing a kiss on his neck “may I…get one wish now?”
He stays composed and purposely hits the wrong ball first, so you’re up next.
“You’re impatient,” he says quietly. “And cocky.“
“How am I acting cocky?” you whine playfully.
“I believe it’s cocky of you to think I’d grant you my first wish.”
“You don’t believe in me? You think I can’t win this time?” you act insulted, knowing damn well you won’t.
“No.” he said dry, now stepping behind you.
He presses his body close enough against yours, so that your silhouettes melt into each other. He leans forward, pushing your upper body slightly more than necessary down on the pool table, having you curve into him, settling one hand over yours.
“But I will grant you an extra wish, if you pocket your ball this round.” He guides your hand and cue with controlled precision. You ace your next shot.
“Now, tell me….” he whispers into your ear, not breaking the physical attachment of both your bodies. “How can I please you?” his voice feathery, but needy as he nuzzles your neck.
You and Zayne have always pushed boundaries in bed, exploring anything new as long as it’s consensual. The trust and comfort you both share is unmatched. You trust him blindly, knowing he always puts your safety first.
You’re not afraid of bringing up new fantasies, but even after so many years of being married, you still get nervous around him.
“You see…” you start slowly.
“Mmh, what do I see my love?” he whispers gently, his nuzzling turning into long, soft kisses.
“While you were playing pool, pocketing ball after ball, I couldn’t help but notice how you held the cue” you pause. Heat pulsing through you as Zayne’s breath grows heavier. He sweeps your hair aside, claiming your neck further, them kisses turning now hungry and demanding.
You ground yourself and continue: “How strong and sharp you gave the cue a push while simultaneously somehow caressing it” you feel Zayne moves his hand up your skirt. “And…I was imagining you doing that to me” you confess.
Zayne gave the pool cue a brief glance, before directing his attention back to you, his fingers now caressing your clit as he slid his hand down your wet panties.
“Is that why you were distracted the past hour?” he gives your ear a little bite. “If that’s what you want to use your wish for, I shall comply.”
You bite your lip, shaking your head. You point to the pool cue:
“I meant…with the cue, Zayne.”
“I know.”
“Spread your legs…” he says after lifting you onto the pool table. He rolls up his sleeves, then grabs the cue. “..and pleasure yourself for me while I sterilise it.”
Zayne checks the cue carefully, ensuring it’s smooth & safe for you. He then turns towards you & scans your impatient body language. An amused smile forms on his lips:
“Let’s see, if you’re going to win this round.” He turns the cue in his hand, the thicker end now facing you
He uses the cue to spread your legs further apart, moving up until he stops at your wet entrance. With slow circular movements along your slit, he coats it with your fluids.
“Now..,” he says in a soft voice “take a deep breath for me, will you?”
You nod, then deeply exhales as he eases the thick cue end inch by inch into your hole.
“Good girl, keep going” he says while stretching you out more, his senses wary of every reaction you give.
Your body tells him everything he needs to know, so he focus on savouring the pleasure in your eyes instead. As Zayne found the right grip, the cue starts moving faster— thrusting deeper now, testing your limits!
Your nails dig through his shirt into his shoulder blades, your muscles tightening, pulsing around the cue, your body’s slowly burning up.
You look at him in despair: “Zayne, please….keep going!”
“I see,” he says as he grabs both your legs and drapes them over his shoulders to get better control of your body.
“Then show me how much you want this” he gazes into your eyes from above, grips the cue and now increases the speed with each thrust.
Shivers run down your spine, your moans grow louder. Zayne’s breathing grows unsteady, his chest heaving! He’s completely riled up & lost in lust from relentlessly slamming the cue into you. His name spill from your lips again and again, the pleasure consuming you.
“Zayne, please…! Just a little mo—“ !! He abruptly jacks the cue out of you, tosses it into the corner, only to immediately replace the second-long void inside of you with his fingers!
Your mind going blank as heat pools and pulses through you! A sense of uncontrolled euphoria surges through your body, stars form in your head, your hips lift themselves off the table —“Don’t fight it!” Zayne burst out, voice raw.
Your legs trembling uncontrollably against Zayne’s body, a rush overtakes you, everything tingles, all your senses are spinning, your knees shake, you can’t hold back, you squirm, you scream, you lose control, you—you let go…
….
Zayne exhales content.
….
He removes his fingers and wipes them on his shirt. Slowly the world around you steadies again. You finally look at Zayne. His shirt drenched in several body fluids, the floor and table— a mess. Flustered you let out a silent “Oh…”.
He embraces you in his arms, then grabs your chin and tilts it towards his face.
“Well done, my love.” He goes in for a brief, but hungry kiss on your lips, before pulling away again, his lips now forming a sneaky smile:
“Now, about my three wishes….”
Hi! I’m working on one, but since I’m still catching up on uploading all my already published fics on here, it’ll take a while.
However, on tumblr I only post my fics on this account (and answered questions) so technically for now, you could look through my blog/search for the name.
I do have a pinned collection post on X though! You can find it here.
I’ll create a pinned post with a proper masterlist definitely some time soon :)
“Hands off my man’s tits!!” You cover Caleb’s chest with your hands. Caleb’s excitement is written all over his face now.
“Dang girl, he’s all yours!” his friend responds, entertained yet slightly terrified of you.
Caleb brought you to a house party Patrick was throwing. There were his friends from the DAA, as well as numerous unknown people to you. Caleb was clearly popular with everyone — men and women alike — but the male friends were a bit touchier with him than you’d like.
Having had a few too many drinks to deal with all his popularity, you couldn’t hide your true emotions anymore.
“Pips, he just wanted to check out my necklace,” Caleb says. He takes your hands off his chest and presses a soft kiss on them.
“Also…” Gideon cuts in, “I always touch Caleb. You never bark at me!”
“First of all, I don’t bark, I protect what is mine!” you say firmly. “Second… at least you don’t undress him with your eyes when you look at him.”
Gideon laughs, “But I’ve seen him naked before. In fact, I see him naked all the time.” A grin on his face. You shoot him a stern look and yell:
“Well… DELETE IT from your brain and…” you turn to Caleb now, “….why is Gideon seeing you naked all the time?”
Caleb is highly amused by your open jealousy.
“Well, after exhausting missions, we take showers together on site before changing into our regular clothes. Nothing unusual, Pips. Everyone does that.”
His explanation sounds reasonable, so you let him off the hook.
However, Gideon is having a little too much fun right now. “Right, and when I said I touch him all the time…” His gaze drifts down to Caleb’s crotch, just to annoy you…
You immediately pull your hand away from Caleb’s chest and cover his crotch instead.
“Don’t look at his dick!!”
Caleb tenses up. Your hands are not only hovering over his crotch but actually grabbing him.
“P-Pips!! Your hands—” he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind while strategically hiding his ‘growing problem’.
“What is it, Caleb?” you ask, genuinely not understanding the issue.
“Pips, you can’t do that in public!”
“Do what?”
“Like… touching it…”
You glance down.
“I see why… Quick!! Hide it in my mouth!!” you blurt out loudly.
Gideon chokes on his drink.
Patrick starts HOWLING from laughter, “Caleb my man…I am speechless..and somewhat jealous..!”
Caleb’s ears are red, his face flushed.
“Pips, you’re clearly drunk. I think I’ll need to take you home.”
“Nooo~ I’m just joking!” you whine.
“But you can’t just…” he hesitates as he notices everyone watching, “….let’s talk for a moment, yeah? Pat, mind if I use your room?”
“Go ahead.”
Caleb guides you out of the living room, slightly dragging you since you refuse to walk properly.
“Where are we going?”
“To Patrick’s room.”
“Ooooh, right. Why?”
“To talk.”
“Talk. Right. In Patrick’s room. Right.” You turn your head toward Patrick and yell: “PATRICK! Caleb and I are going to TALK in your room. Well, he’s going to do all the talking, because I’ll be busy using m—”
“THAT’S IT!” Caleb throws you over his shoulder.
He puts you down only after you’re in Patrick’s room and locks the door behind him.
He exhales loudly and just looks at you.
“Let’s talk then” you say sarcastically while playing with his belt.
“Behave.” His tone is serious.
You sit down on the bed & look up at him.
“But that’s not fun. Besides… I finally have you to myself,” you admit. “I felt like I needed to compete for your attention tonight. I guess…I overdid it.”
Caleb sighs.
He steps closer, pushing you gently back onto Patrick’s bed, leaning over you now. His large frame is hovering above yours.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
“You knew that already. And yet… you brought me anyway,” you respond.
Caleb closes the distance and captures your lips in a kiss. You immediately grab him by his necklace and pull him closer, breaking whatever restraint he had left.
His grip tightens slightly at your waist as he leans you back into the mattress, deepening his kiss.
You unbuckle his belt and start feeling his hard cock, slowly squeezing him through his boxers. Caleb inhales sharply and bites on your lower lip. He grabs your wrists and pins your hands above your head.
*Bzz Bzz*
You both stop.
What is it?” you ask.
“My phone.” He reaches into his pockets. He now smiles at the screen.
“What’s so funny?”
Caleb gives you his phone. A message from Patrick lights up the screen:
“I’ll reroute your jet to hell & back, if you two fuck on my bed, istg!!”
You smile, but can’t help feeling a bit disappointed. “Guess we gotta stick to talking.”
Caleb shakes his head and grins at you now.
“Or... not?” You ask confused.
He lifts you from the bed, your legs wrap around his body. He walks towards the door and presses your back against it. His voice now a dangerous whisper, “I believe his exact wording was "my bed"".
love your work !! would you ever think about writing more omorashi caleb ?
Thank you so much and yes, totally, I got a few pissleb stories in mind haha.
Unfortunately, that fic got me shadowbanned for a while on my main X account, where I originally posted it. It reached over 100k views and ended up showing up on the tl of just random ass people with a piss and humilation kink lmao.
Someone even retweeted it and asked, "Who's Caleb?" because it was so out of context for them lol.
I've been unbanned now, but I gotta keep it a bit lowkey with them pissleb fics. That's why I decided to move my fics to Tumblr, because it's a bit less censoring. There will definitely be more pissleb fics in the future and trust, Tumblr will be seeing them first haha.
🥀🧵| Final Crescendo Vers. 2 (Zayne’s POV) | Zayne❄️
> Reading Part 1 (Your POV) prior is recommend / ↻+♡ appreciated
“Since when do you need to rely on another man’s validation?” I regretted my words instantly.
“That’s mean, Zayne. You know that’s not, what this is.” You look hurt.
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t need another man’s validation, I want YOURS! But you took it from me! I was lonely, heartbroken and he asked me, if I need company - so I said yes, because I…” your voice breaks.
I can’t blame you— but I did. You deserve to be comforted, even if that person isn’t me.
“Because I usually rely on you to comfort me, but you weren’t there. You’re the reason why I felt this way the first place. I don’t know how to function anymore without your love, Zayne.”
“That is not true.” I say, knowing you won’t believe me.
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s not. You were a person before me too.”
And what a person you’ve always been. If only you could see yourself through my eyes.
“Yeah? Tell me, what kind of person was I before? Having meltdowns & being overwhelmed all the time, constant overthinking. I was needy and clingy, my nervous system was a wreck and don’t you dare deny it. It took years of your calmness, trust and love to ground me.”
So this is, what it is?
I remember the times you sounded like this; arguing with someone on the phone. I would always comfort you afterward. Now I’m the one causing it.
“…but now that you leave me, you also take all these learned skills with you. Now what? What do I do? When I’m not even enough for you anymore, what..do I do?.” Your eyes are pleading.
The air stands still.
If you knew that I’ve learned so much more from you. How you make me whole, how much I need you…and it’s not the kind of need you think it is.
“Why…why is everyone leaving me?” Tears gather in your eyes. “First Caleb… now you.”
Caleb…
All the tears you cried in my arms, all the nightmares you endured. If Caleb were still alive, he’d probably hunt me down right now—as he should.
“Caleb didn’t leave you…” I respond calmly, unsure what I can say to make you feel better.
“Yeah, right. YOU’RE leaving me. He just died in that explosion. Thanks for the reminder.”
I can’t say anything that would feel right when it comes to Caleb. I don’t know what to say. My heart is breaking seeing you like this…and knowing I caused it.
Is this what my patients feel when they come to me, heartbroken over losing someone they love?My eyes start stinging, so I fixate on a spot in front of me. I haven’t said anything in a while. I should respond. I take a deep breath, compose myself;
“Tell me… what can I do right now to make this feel a little less heavy? For both of us.”
“Fix it!” you say, trying hard to collect yourself.
“What?”
“My heart, Zayne. Fix it! You broke it, so you have to fix it.”
“I…” I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say it out loud.
But you’re voicing your needs. Well done, my love. See? You will you fine without me.
“You what, Zayne? That’s not how this works? Right. Do i need a referral to a cardiologist or something, hm? Fine, i’ll get one” you choke out.
You’re in your head now. Nothing I say will change that anymore, at least not unless I can hold you in my arms & tell you everything will be okay.
But the moment that thought hits me, I feel my Evol rushing through my body. My heart is burning, but my chest is freezing up.
I can’t give you false hope.
“I can’t give you, what you need” I respond.
“Right, because top heart surgeon Dr. Zayne can save everyone’s heart, but mine.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d say I’m about to have a heart attack. One step closer to you and I might not be able to resist reaching out to you. But as soon as I’ve these thoughts, my Evol takes over.
We both stop for a moment and listen to the snow trickling outside. The brightness of the world outside standing in contrast to the dreadful emotions filling up my body.
I sigh. At least I can help you understand.
“The person you were before me, was the person I fell in love with. Don’t undermine her.” I circle back to your previous question.
“And you fell out of love with the person I’ve become, is that what you’re saying?” your voice is shaking now. You sound defeated.
My stubborn lady…With each passing day, I love you more. Have you not felt it? I don’t always know how to show it, but it’s there. Maybe I didn’t show it enough. I suppose… we just needed more time together.
“… you know this is not because I don’t love you anymore.” I say.
“THEN FOR GOD’S SAKE, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST STAY WITH ME?” Your voice echoes loudly through my heart.
No one says anything anymore.
Outside, the snowfall quickened. Each flake racing the next in a silent dance. Inside, time feels frozen, the play between us ascending now to the final crescendo.
You step closer to me, your tears still falling. I hold back mine.
“Do you even hear me?”
“I do” I whisper, afraid you might my pain.
I look at your hands. They’re trembling. Your lips quivering. Body shaking.
I am sorry, my Love. I’m so sorry I can’t comfort you right now. You don’t deserve this. I should have stayed with you until the end.
But with the speed my Evol has involuntarily taken over my body the past few weeks, it’s impossible. I am willing to die for you. To let my Evol consume me while I’m with you. And I did. For as long as I possibly could.
But I can’t let you wake up beside me, my chest torn open, laid bare and slashed by icy wounds — lifeless. You wouldn’t be able to recover from another death. I know that. I know you.
My old mentor said that at this pace and intensity, I might have only a few weeks left before my Evol fully freezes my vital organs from the inside out. Not long until my skin is not only burned, but split open. I overdid it.
I am sorry I can’t keep my promise. I need you to brave by yourself now.
“Camping?” you ask unconvinced.
“Yep! Just you and me for an entire weekend. No phones, no distractions, no random guys trying to steal you from me.”
“You’re still upset about my date with my co-worker, huh?”
“I’m not upset, I just can't believe you actually went out with him,” he says quietly, before putting on a cheerful tone again. “Sooo~ I'm just stealing you back for the weekend. Come on, Pips, it'll be fun. Marshmallows, campfires, stargazing—”
“Or we could stay home, away from bugs and creepy forests.”
“Why? Scared of being alone with me in the dark?” Caleb grins.
“Of course not. I just…, yeah, whatever, let’s go,” you give in since Caleb is really enthusiastic about this.
When you arrive, you're surprised. Fairy lights hang between the trees, surrounding a spacious, fully-equipped tent.
“You really went all out, hm?”
“Oh? Suddenly you like the wilderness? Yeah, I've protected you from all the bugs... and wolves.”
“WOLVES?” you gasp in horror.
“Awoooooo~~“ Caleb howls theatrically.
“Caleb…”
He laughs, “No wolves. I checked.”
Soon the campfire is lit, marshmallow are being roasted, Caleb shows off his guitar skills with the acoustic guitar he brought along. Between the music, the crackling campfire, and the distant chirping of crickets, the campsite feels almost magical.
Still, surrounded by nothing but darkness and trees, you can't deny it's a little creepy.
“Are you... scared?” Caleb asks, clearly more amused than concerned.
“No...,” you answer, though not very convincingly.
“Then maybe I should tell you a horror story. You know, just to change that.”
“Try me!”
“Oh-ho. Someone's feeling brave tonight. Let’s see....”
With a grin, Caleb launches into a horror story that quickly turns out to be the scariest thing you've ever heard. It doesn't help that the setting is a forest eerily similar to the one you're currently sitting in. As the campfire dies down and the two of you crawl into the tent to sleep, every distant sound outside seems louder than before, the snapping twig, rustling leaves, the wind moving through the trees.
“You're awfully close to me for someone who says she isn't scared,” Caleb says with a knowing grin.
“Okay??” you pout and scoot away, “I'll move then!! Better?”
To your surprise, Caleb lets you.
“Good. I need to check something outside anyway. You'll be okay alone for a minute, right?”
“YOU’RE LEAVING ME??”
“Just a minute.”
You hear him moving around outside for a few moments.
Then silence.
“Caleb?”
No answer.
“Caleb, stop messing around.”
Nothing.
A knot forms in your stomach.
“Okay, this isn't funny anymore… Caleb?”
Still no response.
Just as you're about to unzip the tent, footsteps approach from outside. The zipper slides open: It's Caleb.
Relief hits you so hard that you immediately burst into tears.
“Aww, Pips,” Caleb pats your head, “Were you really that scared without me?”
“How far did you go?!”
„Not far! I’ve heard you call my name. “
"What? You... heard me?”
"Of course as I said, I wasn’t that far.”
"Then… why didn't you answer?"
The corner of Caleb's mouth curled upward in a faint smirk. It wasn't his usual teasing grin, there was something different about it, something that made a chill creep down your spine.
“Because,” he says while brushing a tear from your cheek, “you sound so cute when you're scared.”
You stare at him, not knowing what to respond.
“You know, I picked a pretty remote spot,” his arm slides around your waist.
“No signal. No other campers. No trails nearby.”
Something about the satisfaction in his voice makes your stomach flip.
“Just you and me.”
His words didn’t sound romantic, they sounded… threatening.
Caleb's lips curve into a small smile.
“Isn't that nice?”
Before you can answer, he pulls you closer against his chest.
“You think your co-worker would've gone through this much effort just for one weekend alone with you?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.
“You know, if you screamed out here,” he says quietly, “nobody would hear you.”
His hand tilts your chin up.
“Look at me.”
His tone is gentle, yet it terrifies you. You meet his eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. The look on his face is unfamiliar, for the first time, Caleb genuinely scares you.
“Do you know how long I've waited for you to look at me like that?”
His thumb strokes your jaw before he lowers you onto your back and begins to undress you, watching you shiver from the cold as you lie naked on the floor of the tent.
“And you're going to fill this entire forest with my name, you hear me?”
🥀🧵| Final Crescendo Vers. 1 (Your POV) | Zayne ❄️
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“Since when do you need to rely on another man’s validation?” his voice distant.
“That’s mean, Zayne. You know that’s not, what this is.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t need another man’s validation, I want YOURS! But you took it from me! I was lonely, heartbroken and he asked me, if I need company — so I said yes, because I…” your voice breaks.
“Because I usually rely on you to comfort me, but you weren’t there. You’re the reason why I felt this way the first place. I don’t know how to function anymore without your love, Zayne.”
“That is not true.” his voice is calm.
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s not. You were a person before me too.”
“Yeah? Tell me, what kind of person was I before? Having meltdowns & being overwhelmed all the time, constant overthinking. I was needy and clingy, my nervous system was a wreck and don’t you dare deny it. It took years of your calmness, trust and love to ground me.” you slightly raise your voice.
Zayne remains quiet, unfazed even.
“…but now that you leave me, you also take all these learned skills with you. Now what? What do I do? When I’m not even enough for you anymore, what..do I do?”
The air stands still.
Zayne doesn’t react.
“Why…why is everyone leaving me?” you start crying. “First Caleb, now you.”
“Caleb didn’t leave you…”
He finally speaks, and it’s..this.
“Yeah, right. You're leaving me. He just died in that explosion. Thanks for the reminder.” Zayne, who usually keeps his gaze on you whenever you’re conversing, now avoids your eyes. He stares at the spot in front of his feet.
“Tell me, what can I do right now to make this less heavy? For both of us..”
His words sound cool. Not as caring as they’d usually be.
“Fix it!” your tone now more collected.
“What?”
“My heart, Zayne. Fix it! You broke it, so you have to fix it.”
“I..” Zayne doesn’t finish his sentence.
“You what, Zayne? That’s not how this works? Right. Do i need a referral to a cardiologist or something, hm? Fine, i’ll get one” you choke out.
Zayne finally looks up. Your eyes are filled with tears, so you can’t see what’s in his.
“I can’t give you, what you need.”
Again— That composed tone as if he’s talking to a patient. Professional and detached.
“Right, because top heart surgeon Dr. Zayne can save everyone’s heart, but mine.”
You listen to the snow trickling outside. The brightness of the world outside standing in contrast to the dreadful emotions filling up this place.
“The person you were before me, was the person I fell in love with. Don’t undermine her.” he circles back to your previous question.
“And you fell out of love with the person I’ve become, is that what you’re saying?” your voice shaking now.
“… you know this is not because I don’t love you anymore.”
“THEN FOR GOD’S SAKE, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST STAY WITH ME?” your voice echoes loudly through your house.
No one says anything anymore.
Outside, the snowfall quickened. Each flake racing the next in a silent dance. Inside, time feels frozen, the play between you ascending now to the final crescendo.
You step closer to him, your tears still falling.
“Do you even hear me?”
“I do” he whispers. This time his voice carries weight.
Your hands tremble. Your body feels numb.
He’d usually hold you in moments like these, calm you down, but he doesn’t move closer. Not this time.
This is just one of those big fights that resolve themselves within a few days. You say to yourself. Only that you and Zayne never fight. And this will also not resolve.
“Remind me again sweetie, why did we bring your doctor?” Sylus asks.
“Medical monitoring,” Zayne replies.
“Fine, but him?”
They both stare now at Caleb, who’s casually braiding your hair.
“You all planned something on the same weekend with me & since I can’t split myself into 3….Hot springs with everyone it is. I’m sure you’ll get along,” you say.
“You owe me, Kitten,” Sylus sighs.
“Iiiif you ask really nicely, I’ll even braid your hair,” Caleb grins.
Sylus turns to Zayne, giving him an expectant look.
“I know,” Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose, “You’ll get used to him.”
“Who said I plan to?” Sylus scoffs.
You swim over to Sylus and trace his chest seductively with your finger.
“Sylus, don’t be mean. Besides, I’ll be sleeping in your bed tonight.”
“Mmh, true.” He kisses your neck, then shoots Caleb a provoking look. “Fortunately, there are no dogs are allowed in bed.”
You slap his chest teasingly.
“Next time, hit me with more force, Sweetie.” You can feel Sylus press his hard cock against you under the water.
Zayne watches attentively. Caleb’s eyebrows knit together.
“Does he always act like that around you?” Caleb asks.
Sylus smirks. “Some of us prefer more…interesting activities with her than braiding hair.”
Zayne lets out a restrained, cough-like laugh.
Caleb glares at him.
“Don’t hold back, Doc~” Sylus laughs.
Caleb pulls you by the wrist, away from Sylus’ embrace.
“You’re letting him get away with quite a lot,” he says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.
His grip around your wrist tightens. “I might start thinking you prefer him, even though I’m the one, who’s closest to you!”
Sylus sips his wine, observing the scene.
“This might get interesting,” he says under his breath.
A sudden shiver runs through Caleb, as if the temperature around him dropped.
“Cool your temper, Caleb,” Zayne says as frost gathers in the air, “He’s baiting you.”
Caleb can feel the heat in his head settle.
However, instead of stepping back, he pulls you in and kisses you firmly. His tongue buried deep inside of you, the sound of his breathing filling the place.
“That’s one way to respond to bait,” Zayne remarks.
As Caleb keeps kissing you, his hand slides lower. His fingers press against your swimwear, gently stimulating your clit, trying to claim you in front of the others.
Sylus uses his Evol to pull you away from him. “Don’t be so greedy, Puppy. Share~!”
As soon as you’re back in Sylus’ arms, he seamlessly picks up, where Caleb stopped. He rubs two fingers along your slit while kissing you. You’re surprised at how quickly things are escalating.
“Did the dog kiss or lick your face…?” Sylus mocks, noticing how wet your mouth is.
“I see…this is how you want to play,” Caleb barks. He doesn’t hesitate for long & swims toward both of you, pressing in close. He turns you to face him & draws your back toward Sylus, pinning you in between the both of them.
“Look at me…or do you want more of him?” Caleb asks.
“I recommend removing her swimwear,” Zayne interjects.
“Remove my w-what?” you stutter, feeling increasingly flustered as they take control of the situation.
Caleb’s not wasting a second. Your naked body is now pressed closely against both Caleb & Sylus’ big frames.
You wiggle to gain some space to move more freely, but are blocked by both of them.
Sylus smirks, “Your escape route isn’t that good.”
He’s grabbing your neck with one hand as the other attends to your tits and squeezes them tenderly.
Caleb devours your lips with sloppy kisses while he pushes two fingers inside you. When your soft moans are swallowed by his mouth, he simply picks up the pace.
Sylus tilts his head toward Zayne.
“The doc likes to watch, huh? Not joining?”
Zayne’s lips turn slightly upward.
“I will. Don’t worry. Consider me…in charge of the treatment plan. For certain things, I like to take my time.”
“Let’s say…he likes giving orders,” Caleb huffs.
“I don’t take orders,” Sylus snaps.
“Relax, it’s more about her safety,” Caleb adds
“What? Does he want to make sure she won’t get overstimulated?” Sylus asks.
“Incorrect.” Zayne responds.
“Kinda the opposite,” Caleb laughs.
Sylus raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”
All three of them are glancing at you now. You’re barely there. You don’t register what they’re saying. You’re busy catching your breath. Caleb’s holding you in place using his Evol, steadied in Sylus’ arms. Your legs are spread above water level for everyone to have a good view.
“Be my guest, I’ll let you have the first taste,” Sylus is offering to Zayne.
“Gracious, but I have other plans,” Zayne gets real close to you now.
He gently massages your rim with his fingers, before pushing one in. You squirm from the sudden sensation.
Caleb’s stroking his cock in anticipation. He knows what Zayne’s planning, he’s had his fair share of participation in these so called ‘treatment plans’ for you.
“I may have underestimated them. I see why you keep them around, Kitten,” Sylus laughs.
“Sylus, hold her steady,” Zayne instructs.
“I said, I don’t take orders, Doc,” Sylus replies.
Zayne responds composed, “He needs to conserve his energy.”
Sylus glances briefly at Caleb.
Zayne’s tone is calm, but firm: “Let him recover. He’ll need his Evol later.”
Sylus is reluctant, but since he prefers feeling your full weight in his arms anyway, he complies. Zayne is in his element now — Anatomy.
He knows exactly how to carefully, yet efficiently prepare you, how to position his fingers, how fast to push, where to apply pressure.
He’s 4 fingers deep into you, adjusting his pace and the depth as needed, before attending your front and repeating his routine, until he’s pushed in his whole hand.
“Z-Zayne, I—I…” you mutter under your breath.
“Caleb,” Zayne cuts in, calling his name before you can finish.
Caleb knows his role. He stands up and taps his leaking cock against your lips, guiding you to take him.
“Suck it well, Pips. You’ve done this before! Let the doctor finish his examination.”
Sylus’ eyes widen. He lets out a loud laugh as he watches you obediently take in Caleb’s cock while Zayne’s casually fisting you. Your moans are muffled, your eyes glistening.
“And here I thought I was the bad influence,” Sylus says amused.
Caleb shoots Sylus a cocky smirk, “Hope you’ve got the stamina to back up the attitude.” Caleb uses his Evol now again to ensure everyone has good access to your body. Sylus joins in as soon as Zayne clears you.
You’re soon stuffed by all three of them, your mind completely blank, senses overstimulated, moans echoing. You don’t know anymore whose cum you’re licking off whose body, whose juices you’re swapping with who, who is digging their tongue or cock into you — everything is a blur.
“Let my name leave your lips tonight a thousand times…ten thousand times even,” Zayne moans as he bends you over, fucking your ass. You whimper with each thrust, since it pushes Caleb and Sylus’ cocks simultaneously deeper into your other hole.
Caleb, who’s pounding into you from below, is drunk on lust and caught up in the intensity. “Look at you~ I didn’t teach you that,” he smirks.
“C-Caleb…,” you barely breathe out, “Cal..C—”
“Yeah, I’m your Caleb,” he responds, only to thrust into you faster.
Sylus closes the distance to Caleb more than either of them expected.
He’s lying on top of Caleb, his cock buried in you as well, sharing your hole with him. “Greedy little kitten…and I might add, an equally greedy pup,” he purrs near your ear. Caleb lets out a breathy laugh.
Your walls are tightening around them, you’ve never felt so full, their sizes are tearing you apart, each stroke shoots a deep spark through your body, mouth dry from all the panting, any leaking liquid gets pushed in again, occasionally given you to swallow as well.
They pass you around as they please, cumming inside you in rotation, tossing & turning you as they desire, you’re leaking everywhere. Your ass and clit get slapped, your hair pulled, your tits pressed into someone’s mouth — your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.
Whenever anyones heating up, Zayne uses his Evol to cool them down. There is no resting period. The water ripples violently around you as everything becomes heat, breath, wet, and overlapping moans. And as the morning comes…you realize you could indeed split yourself into 3.
“I know you won’t like hearing this, but I’ve started seeing someone,” you confess.
Caleb clenches his fists in anger.
“Actually… I reconnected with him. Do you remember Zayne?” you add.
None of this is new to Caleb. He’s always updated on what you do.
You stand there with a heavy heart, letting the wind blow through your hair.
“He’s good to me,” you say. “And he said he wished the three of us could do things together again, just like when we were kids.”
Caleb doesn’t know what to think.
You keep talking, you don’t need a reaction to continue.
“It seems like I can’t have both of you in my life,” you say quietly. “So now that I have Zayne by my side, at least I have someone new who can protect me. Can you find peace in that?”
Caleb’s heart sinks. He can’t. He can’t accept you with another man by your side. Even though you look happier than you have in months, everything in him resists your choice. How could you replace him?
“I’m not replacing you,” you say, as if you’ve read his mind. “No one can.”
“But you left me,” you continue, tears filling your eyes, “even though you promised you never would.”
You kneel down and place the flower bouquet on his grave. Your palm rests against the engraved tombstone while your heart is aching as tears fall onto the cold stone.
“Do you wish to leave?” Zayne asks softly.
“Yes, please,” you reply defeated.
From a distance, hidden safely between the trees, Caleb watches and listens to everything in silence while his frustration is clawing at him. He watches the two of you leave the graveyard together, hand in hand.
The wind rushes through the trees as Zayne’s gaze drifts toward the darkness where Caleb is standing. Directly toward him. Caleb freezes.
It feels as if Zayne is looking directly at him.
Zayne’s expression remains unchanged, but his hand tightens slightly around yours, before his eyes finally leave Caleb’s hiding place.
“Something wrong?” you ask Zayne.
“No,” he says calmly. “I just had the strange feeling we shouldn’t linger here for too long.”
