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i know i said i was going to get out chapter two, and an applestar fic but i just started taking lexapro for my anxiety and anything romantic/sexual just seems so bleh right now. but im pushing through!!! i hope to have chapter two out by the end of the month, bare with me!!! i hope you guys are enjoying the new banner! happy linkon new year from me and pooks
🔞MDNI🔞
"You're sooo greedy Pips, didn't gege teach you patience, sweet girl?"
The rough texture of the rope binding your wrists and ankles to the chair scratches against your skin, a delicious reminder of your predicament. A damp spot forms on the seat beneath you, bare pussy throbbing with need.
You can't help but wiggle, desperate for friction, until a sharp slap to your thigh makes you gasp, the sudden sting making your cheeks flush hotly as you still your movements.
A large hand cups the reddened skin, soothing the sting and you clench around nothing, empty and wanting.
"This is what we are going to do" Caleb explains "We'll take turns tasting your pretty cunt, and you have to guess who's mouth is on you. Get it right, and we'll keep going until you cum. Guess wrong..." He leans in close, breath hot against your ear. "We get to do whatever we want with you. Think you can handle that?"
You swallow hard and nod, heart pounding in your chest, anticipation coiling tight in your belly. You know them so well, their unique touches and the way they worship your body. It should be easy to tell them apart. Even while blindfolded.
Two pairs of strong hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider. The first touch is soft, a tentative lick from the bottom of your slit to your clit. Your hips jerk as a moan spills from your lips. The second lick is firmer, dragging through your folds in a long, languid lick. Your thighs tremble and you bite back another moan, trying desperately to hold onto your composure.
They alternate, shifting from the teasing flicks, tongues tracing figure eights around your puffy clit, to the purposeful strokes, broad tongues running licks up your entire pussy.
They love spit. While one likes to spit on your slit and watch the saliva drip down to your ass, the other likes to lap up the spit left behind and push it inside your cunt with a low groan against your folds.
You're guessing correctly every time, until the pleasure builds to a cresting wave. They're edging you on purpose, pushing you to the brink only to pull back, denying you release. Your mind starts to fray, thoughts hazing with the pleasure radiating from your core.
Just as you're about to cum, soft lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, without thinking you cry out, "Caleb!"
In an instant, the blindfold slips from your eyes. Blinking away the spots, you find yourself staring down into a pair of piercing blue eyes, Xavier's eyes. His lips, glistening with your juices, curve into a smirk.
"Wrong name, bunny," he purrs darkly. "You lose. And now... now we get to play."
holy sheit yall? and i think i hit 50 followers too? yall really like me like that???🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH i love every single one of you this was a ray of sunshine during a VERY bad day thank you everyone. i will definitely have another chapter coming soon and possibly an applestar fic but you guys truly don’t know how much this means to me i hope i can make my blog a safe space for yall to share your thoughts and headcannons and kinks i love you guys and happy pulling for the valentines event MWAH
demons eating at my brain to write drunk!caleb,,,so
imagine drunk!caleb, whos the most pathetic, whiny drunk ever. holding onto your shirt like you’ll disappear from his sight if he doesn’t cling to you like a vice.
drunk!caleb, who’s eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, his lips stuck in a perpetual pout because you refuse to kiss him.
drunk!caleb, who looks at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky, cupping your face while rambling on about how gorgeous you are and how he’s the luckiest man alive.
drunk!caleb, who presses open mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking and licking the bites as if his life depends on it.
drunk!caleb, who chokes out a fucking sob when you take care of him—washing his hair, changing his outfit and tucking him into his bed when he’s too drunk to function.
good morning can someone point me to applestar fics that don’t end in them cutting mc in half and running away with their own half
for research purposes ofc
motivation.
caleb's one and only request: be his weight for his hip thrust exercise
inspired by his text and this beautiful fanart <3
mdni. 18+ only.
It started off fun.
He's pushing his lower body upwards with you straddling his hips, just like a horse on a Merry-Go-Round. You're grinning and encouraging him to keep going, while your hands rest on his abs.
By the second set, Caleb starts regretting his request.
Because now, he's rock hard and he knows you feel it between your thighs, and yet, you're forcing him to finish his sets.
How many more reps can he do before he falls apart?
really cool fic btw
i think about that one fic about caleb fucking mc after he comes back from the dead in her apartment and makes it super loud so xavier can hear and when she cums xavier stabs his lightblade through the ceiling and caleb just fucking smirks and cums in her like omg i need to be in an applestar sandwich they’d tear me apart WHOEVER WROTE THAT FIC… come to the front and get your baddies chain
infold telling me it’s a skill issue oh i’m so sick
chapter 1. morbid curiosity.
gooodnight, everyone! it is the last hour of my birthday and i swore that i would have the first chapter out by the end of my birthday so, i am literally falling asleep while writing and editing. im tired so im keeping it short and sweet. this chapter takes place after my drabble posted two weeks ago. please ready that before reading this. maybe i will call the drabble chapter 0.5. because its a necessary part to our story. okay i’m really sorry im so tired.
bountyhunter!caleb x vigilante!afabreader
cw: caleb’s a pervert, misogyny (we’re dated in the the 1800s-early 1900s) mentions of DV, a creep breaks his legs and gets shot with an arrow, reader perspective not in the first chapter.
NOTE: as a writer i want to make sure that everyone can enjoy my content and somewhat see themselves in my stories. with that being said, i write my stories with biwoc in mind, even if reader’s skin tone isn’t, and will never be explicitly mentioned. in this setting, in this story, skin colour will be an important part of this story. reader’s discretion is advised.
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if caleb said he hadn’t thought about the bartender who killed his bounty, then banned him from entering the bar, then vanished by daybreak, he’d be lying. if caleb also said he wasn’t attracted to said bartender, his pants would burst into flames.
when caleb got his money, he headed straight back to annesburg and banged on every door asking about you. the men were either too drunk to remember seeing you or too embarrassed to admit their favourite bar had a female bartender, especially at night.
caleb went everywhere but the bar, because even though you had disappeared, your ban did not. they closed the door on him as soon as they saw him.
if it weren’t for that, he’d wonder if he dreamt you up.
people were starting to stare, and caleb realized that his time in annesburg was coming to a close.
he decided to stop by a shop to replenish his inventory, ran by a man, probably in his late forties and a woman at least a decade younger. the man looks up and grins. “figures. the crazy man looking for a ghost wanders into my shop.”
“now don’t make fun of the poor man, he’s just lovesick.” the woman defends caleb, and he flushes scarlett.
“no ma’am, not lovesick, just chasing leads.” he stumbles out and picks up a few cans of beans.
“asking the whole town about a girl just so he can fu-“
“harold powell!” the woman stomps.
“listen kid. some women just prefer one time thing. take it as a blessing. Or else you’ll end up trapped with 6 kids within a decade.”
“who you love dearly.”
“who i love very dearly.” he adds as he rings caleb up. “you’re young, good looking, almost as pretty as i was back in my day. take the loss and move on. might i suggest a house in saint denis…”
if caleb was blushing before, his whole face probably looked like a tomato now. he sheepishly takes him items with a begrudging “thank you” and heads out the store as the couple starts to bicker.
as he was packing his saddle, the woman comes jogging from around the corner. “my husband apologizes for his foul mouth. have this as an apology.” she hands him a small bag with two apples and a peach.
“it’s no worries ma’am, please-“ he tries to give the bag back, but she presses the handle in his hand. eventually he gives up and packs it into his saddle. she lingers around and he stares at her blankly. what now?
“it’s a terrible thing. what happened to the hutch’s.”
caleb frowned. “the hutch’s?”
“you might’ve met the man? charles hutch?”
charlie. caleb’s eyes widen in realization.
“yeah, he left a note for the wife. basically confessed to an affair and all the shady business he was involved in. said he was running west. never to be seen again.”
how did you get him to write a note?
“anyway, anne-marie, his wife, was so striken with grief. she packed everything up, their two boys and headed to west elizabeth to be with family. i think she’s got an aunt out there.”
caleb mentally cheered. he had a lead, and you had no idea he was coming, which was even better.
“that sounds…so unfortunate.” he tried to sound as empathetic as possible, but he was bouncing on his feet, ready to ride all the way to west elizabeth.
“it is indeed.” sensing caleb’s newly acquired energy, the old lady smiles and pats his arm. “try not to come back here. you’ll turn the law’s head if you do.”
you don’t have to tell him twice. he got on his horse and tipped his hat. “thank you ma’am.”
“go get her, son.” she slapped his horse and he took off. caleb felt on top of the world. all he had to do was find anne-marie and she would lead him to you. how bad can this be?
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as caleb settled into his room at the inn in west elizabeth, he realized he had no idea what anne-marie hutch looked like. or if she was even here.
it shouldn’t be that hard though, right? find the widow with two kids, surely someone will know about it. caleb knew now to ask more women, than men.
he had the sense to not brazenly ask around for a woman in his bounty form, so he settled for more casual clothes, a button down tucked into some slacks, then ditched the hat. hopefully he can win some people over.
caleb was unaware of his looks. he won the hearts of every woman he encountered, turning up his already present charm, to learn how to find mrs.hutch, or even find out what she looks like.
unfortunately he was opening more legs than uncovering secrets.
“i’ve been travelling around state, finding somewhere to, erm, settle down.” he smiles politely at the shopkeeper as he buys carrots. she had to be twice his age, maybe more, but she smiled with a slight gleam.
“that’s nice dear… so you’re in town for a while?” she asked. he noticed she wasn’t giving him his purchased carrots.
“yes, i’m just gathering a few things. should be gone within the month.”
“no, stay! i can help you get exactly what you need. why don’t we discuss it, over dinner?”
caleb was so stunned, he’d forgot about the carrots.
caleb reevaluated, and two days later, came out in the same clothes had beaten them in dirt the night prior. he rubbed some dirt into his hands and face, then spent the day working at a farm an old companion of his owned.
when he went into the city to deliver some produce, he caught eyes of a group of women. perfect! he thought as he dismounted. “good afternoon ladies,” he greeted as he started unloading the carriage.
one lady fanned herself as he gave a crate to the shop owner. he wiped sweat from his brow and approached the ladies.
“anything we can do to help you?” one of the ladies said. her lips were coloured a bold red and curved in a hungry smirk.
“no, just… making some money.” he gave them a pathetic smile. “i’m trying to make some money to impress the woman i love.”
most of them cooed, but caleb saw one lady scowl and turn away.
“is she in west elizabeth?”
“i’m hoping so, but i can’t seem to find her. she ran off before i could confess to her.”
the girls, even the pissed off ones, looked at him with curiosity. this is exactly what caleb needed! gossip!
“do you think she came here?” one asked.
“her neighbour said she came here to visit family. i haven’t been able to find her, and it’s been four days.”
“what’s her name? we’ll bring her to you.”
here it goes. “anne-marie?”
so now he’s here. it was high noon, a week later and he was standing outside the church doors with a bouquet of flowers, shuffling awkwardly on his feet.
“what’s are you waiting for?” one of his new lady friends persisted. “she wasn’t easy to find. go tell her!”
“right.” caleb nodded, then hesitantly opened the door to the chapel.
the woman stood up from one of the benches, rushing towards caleb. “henry, we ca-“ she frowned. “who the hell are you?”
“not henry, ma’am. but these are for you.” He gave anne-marie the flowers, and she took them hesitantly.
“are you law?” she demanded.
“no ma’am. but I am looking for someone and you’ve been in contact with her.”
“i don’t know many ladies in this town, sir. i can assure you-“
“not this town. annesburg.” he watched as the colour left her face. “yeah. i’m looking for the lady who helped you get here.”
“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed and stepped closer. “bring that up in the house of the lord?”
“i have slightest the clue what you’re talking about, mrs. hutch.”
“gordon. ms. gordon, boy!” she hissed.
“alright ms. gordon. i have no idea what you’re talking about. but i need to get a hold of the woman who got you here. so, help me out.”
“or what?” she crossed her arms.
caleb was started to get a little irritated. he never liked churches, and he was so close to finding you, the only person stopping him was a crabby middle aged woman.
“look ms. gordon, if i didn’t have to bother you, i wouldn’t have. is she in town? i just want to talk to her.”
“no, and you’re not going to find her. do you even know her name?”
she was poking sore spots caleb didn’t even know was there. “you can piss off with your stalking. you’re not gonna find her.” she brushed past him. and headed for the doors.
the sore spot was becoming an uncomfortable burn. caleb pulled at his collar and balled his fist at his side. rage simmered within him, starting from his toes. it gre paralyzing, anchoring him to the stupid creaky floor. it froze his fist, his arms, his chest, slowly crawling up to his head, making him slightly dizzy. just as she opened the door, he called out. “mrs. hutch!”
she froze and he could see the fear in her eyes, so he tried for a smile. a charming smile. yes, charm her with fear. he took two step up the aisle before leaning on the bench.
“you know, i grew up in a church like this. my dad… left. he ran and left my mom with me. and she turned to the lord for guidance on how to raise me.” he chuckled. “i was not an easy kid, i’ll tell you that.
“you got two boys, right? they probably asked a few questions about him since he left, but are easily sidetracked with the move. you’ll take them here on sundays, and pray over them.” he stalked up the aisle, slowly getting closer.
“the boys will eventually start to wonder why their dad left. they’ll resent him, but will have a morbid curiosity to find him. if you don’t help me find our friend, anne-marie, i’ll wait for that day, and tell them that you had poor charlie killed.” he leaned on the door frame with an easy smile. “because you will not be the only lead for long, but i was there when charlie died. it can be our secret, and you’ll never see me again, or i’ll find myself running into your boys in about ten years.”
she was shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks, but she closed the door, and looked up at him. “he did things… no man should do to a lady. if she didn’t….i could have died.”
“look, i’m not saying he didn’t deserve it, i’m just saying… let’s keep him in the ground.” caleb gave her an earnest look. “how do you contact her?”
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caleb was going to need to move countries after this, since he terrorized a town and threatened one woman and her kids over this mystery woman. it was a soft lead. but a lead is a lead.
caleb liked strawberry. he passed through the city a few times before and snags their bounties every time he does so, since it’s usually always low risk and high reward.
caleb settles in his favourite inn, and takes a bath in the bathhouse. he stunk and his body ached from travelling. he yearned for rest.
“did you need help in there, honey?” a woman’s voice chirps out and caleb’s sags in relief. this is exactly what he needs. “yeah, please.”
a beautiful woman walks into the room, and give him a sultry smile that makes his whole smile. she leaves the door open ajar and sits on the edge of the tub. “you look tired, cowboy.”
he chuckles weakly, and when she starts to clean his back he groans and his cock twitches, which makes him feel like a pervert. “uhh, yeah. yeah, i am.”
“long travel?”
“you could say that, yeah.” he closes his eyes and relaxes into her touch.
“well you came here with your head on a swivel, like you’re being chased.”
more like if i was chasing someone, he thought and shook his head. “no, i’m just here to settle down for a bit.”
“well, as long as you’re not bringing in anything with you.”
“no ma’am. would never.”
there was a comfortable silence as she finished his back. she walks around the tub to get start on his legs, and caleb leans back into the tub.
he doesn’t relax for long, when he hears the door outside the private room creaking open. his head snaps up. “who’s that?”
“that’s the new girl, she’s just washing your clothes. you came here with flies buzzing around your head, we figured that everything needed a little freshening up.”
he blushed and relaxed back into the water. “sorry about that.”
“don’t be. more money for your bill.” she starts scrubbing his hair and caleb closes his eyes so she doesn’t see how they rolled back. by the end of his bath, he was ready to rest. in his room, there was a neat set of pyjamas waiting in his bed. As if inviting him to drift off, even though it was high noon. he then remembered his actual clothes were missing and just decided to nap. he changed and flopped down on the pillows, the faint sweet smell coaxing him to sleep.
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in every dream he had of you, you were beautiful.
it was unfair, really. this nameless beauty, staring at him with distaste mixed with morbid curiosity. in every dream you never stayed. you always left.
this time, you sat across from him on the train, reading a book. he couldn’t make out the title but you seemed so engrossed in the literature, he wanted to know more. about your book. about you. why you killed charlie. why you are the way you are.
he opened his mouth to call out to you and as if you sensed this, your head snapped up and your eyes locked. caleb knew he was felt his heart take off. the way your eyes peeped out the top of the book, that distasteful look with an eyebrow quirked up.
he opened his mouth to try and talk again, and you sigh, closing her book and getting up, as if exhausted before the conversation even started.
she walks to exit the cart and he stands up slowly. “wait.” he calls but you act like don’t hear and continue walking. “wait!”
he’s moving through molasses trying to reach you, and you slide the door open, revealing the next that had a gunfight going on. you step into the cart as if it’s nothing and look back at him. “see you next time, mr. bounty hunter.”
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caleb woke with a start to someone knocking incessantly on his room door. his head pounded, he felt hungover. looking out the window, he saw that it was almost twilight and jumped out of bed. he felt like he had too much beers, when all he had was much needed rest. he opens the door and a raggedy fellow bursts in. he was short with a beer belly, and smelled like old beer. caleb tried not to gag. “took you long enough. do you know how long i’ve been out there for? she could have killed me!”
caleb pinched the bridge of his nose and close his eyes. he felt like his brain was spinning in his skull. “who? sorry. who are you?”
he scoffed. “you know who. the man killer. married men end up dead or leave suddenly and no one can figure out what happened. no one cares! but i do, and she’s here. i can feel it. that’s why yer here, ain’t it?”
whatever caleb was feeling before did not matter. he looked at the smelly guy. “she’s here?”
“yes! look. mr. shyster, his business ain’t doing so great since it’s getting colder, and people in town have noticed, when business isn’t doing so good… his wife….” he swipes a hand over his face. “anyway. it’s the third year people have noticed this, and mrs. shyster is pregnant and miserable. she’s here. i know it, she’s here and she’s taking him out. but no one believes me! but you’re here, bounty hunter, and you can stop her. get rid of the bitch.”
get rid of her? “slow down? you’re saying she kills men that-“
“that hit their wives yes! but some of those bitches need a good smack upside their head, and who the hell is she to play god?” the stranger jabs a finger into his chest. “i heard of a lunatic terrorizing annesburg after charlie died, talking about how charlie met a girl before he disappeared. a waitress or something. it’s her. you’ve seen her.”
caleb’s head was spinning, and not from his weird nap. “she’s some type of…regulator? an outlaw?” he was trying to piece this together.
“she’s a murderer! she needs to get hung!”
his chirping was falling on deaf ears. He found his clothes neatly folded on a trunk and picked out an outfit. “where’s mr. shyster now?”
“well the wife had a bruise on her earlier this week so he’s either getting her flowers or at the bar cursing out her bloodline.”
caleb shooed the idiot your of his room, kicking and screaming before changing. when he left, thankfully the weird man was gone and he decided to take a stroll around town.
“howdy caleb!” a lady called from a corner. “you gonna play with us tonight?”
“not tonight ladies,” he called and looked around. “is the florist still open?”
“yeah, mrs. jones moved since her shop attracted a bear. she’s near the bridge now!”
“thank you.” he starting jogging towards the bridge then called over his shoulder. “you look gorgeous!”
when he walked into the shop, mrs. jones, an elderly lady that lost her husband a few years back, smiled. “uh oh. a handsome man late at night? who’s heart did you break.”
he chuckled. “no one’s, yet. i was actually looking for mr. shyster. has he been in at all today?”
her expression sours, eyes narrowing. “no honey. he’s holed up in his fancy house since an investigation opened on his business. law thinks he’s doing shady business with some outlaws to keep his afloat.”
shyster hits his wife and the law wants him. yeah, the fat guy was right. she’s his next target. he knocked on the counter. “thanks mrs. jones. have a great night!”
he checked the two bars in strawberry and he wasn’t there. he was about to give up when he heard giggles. he turns to towards the sound. the sporting house. obviously.
the girl from earlier was still waiting for him at her corner. “have you changed your mind, mr. cowboy?” she drawls and if he wasn’t so hyper focused on finding you, he would have took that offer in an instant. “no, but.. do you have any new friends here tonight?”
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it didn’t take long to find shyster. he was whining obnoxiously and that was the first thing caleb heard when he was brought inside.
caleb put his hand on the knob when he was stopped. “you can’t go in there… he’s clearly enjoying himself.” his lady friend from the corner said. he never asked for her name and it felt kind of rude to ask her for it now, considering they had history. lots of it.
“he might be dying.” caleb insisted.
she shrugs. “he sounds like he’s having a great time dying.”
he scoffs and opens the door, revealing mr. shyster on a lounge chair, with a woman who definitely wasn’t pregnant between his legs.
shyster shouts as caleb closes the door loudly behind him, startled the adulterer. caleb was feeling less and less sorry for him with each minute.
“fuck! what the fuck?” shyster covered his crotch with a pillow and pushed the lady who was formerly pleasuring him aside. “who the fuck are you? you can’t be in here!”
“mr. shyster. have you had anything to eat or drink while in here?” caleb asked calmly.
“what? get the hell out!”
“sir, it’s really important that you tell me. if you did? we’ll need to go the the doctor.”
“get the hell out!” shyster shouts but caleb doesn’t move. he tries for a different angle. he points to the lady who was holding her head and grimacing. seriously, he should just let you kill him. “What about her. Is she the only one you’ve been with tonight?”
“why do you care?”
caleb rolled his eyes. “call it morbid curiosity. i believe that there’s a woman near that wants to kill you.”
“kill m- are you hearing yourself? this is a whore house, no one can kill me here. look at them, they’re weak.”
“do you really want to take that risk? take your family, and get out of strawberry. please.”
he briefly considers your pleading, but before he can make a decision, there’s commotion that can be heard outside the room. there’s protests that could be heard, but caleb then here’s the front door being forced open and curses.
law.
shyster comes to the same conclusion and puts on a pair of pants before jumping out the window.
“shyster!” he runs to the window and sees shyster running on unstable legs towards the dark forest.
“shit.” caleb let out a breath and jumps out, landing on a roll. he runs after shyster, calling him, getting swallow by the dark trees.
eventually he can’t hear shyster’s groans and uneven footsteps, only hearing sounds of the night, like owls hooting and crickets chirping. caleb looked around. he was lost.
a snap of a twig makes him whirl around. “hello?” he called. “who’s there?”
no one replied, and caleb tried not to let panic creep in. he sensed another’s presence, but couldn’t see anything.
he heard some commotion in and distance, and walked towards it. the closer he got, he could hear it was groaning.
“mr. shyster? hold on, i’m coming!” he runs into darkness until he sees shyster lying on the ground, groaning in pain.
“mr. shyster? you shouldn’t have jumped out the window, you legs….” he falls to his knees when he notices that two broken legs aren’t the problem, the giant arrow stuck in his side is.
“oh fuck.” caleb whispered. “okay, we’re gonna get you to a hospital, okay?”
caleb sits shyster up, which makes him curse more, breaks the arrow, and takes it out of him. by the time the process is done, caleb’s hands are bloody. and his clothes.
“to the doctors we go!” he hoists shyster over his shoulder, and stands up, when he senses the same presence from earlier. another twig snaps and he whips towards the sound, only to be face to face with the tip of an arrow, notched in a bow. but he was more focused on the distasted face behind the bow with a hint of curiosity. caleb hears the string getting pulled tighter.
“it’s you.” caleb breathed.
“why are you looking for me?” you demand.
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i will re-edit in the morning but I wanted the first chapter out on my birthday! as always, questions comments and concerns are welcome. just don’t be mean i’m sensitive.
girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'
yall (i love talking to yall, and im baked) i tried updating my game and like just before it finished the app crashed and now MY LADS APP KEEPS CRASHING OMG IM FUCKED
in an uber right now trying not to fall asleep but an idea came to mind while i was high earlier this week. consider this a drabble that will possibly turn into a fic. based on all the rdr gameplays i keep seeing on tiktok:
(cw: alcohol consumption, a bit of misogyny and a creep dies by poisoning)
some time in the early evening, bountyhunter!caleb casually walks into the saloon while you’re cleaning a glass. you don’t acknowledge him until he sits on a stool, forearms on the bar. that makes you quirk an eyebrow. you just wiped off that spot.
“one whiskey please.” he drawls out and you press your lips together, avoiding a smile, but do as you’re told, getting a fresh glass out. “something funny?”
you place it in front of him and pluck a bottle from the shelf behind you. “no,” you answer. “but i don’t think you’re not from here, are you…”
“caleb.”
“now i know you’re from here, caleb; annesburg folk don’t be giving out names like that.” you smile and pour him a drink while holding eye contact: assessing him. “passing through?”
he’s a bit unnerved by your callout, but not deterred. he came for a bounty, he’s not going to unravelled by a simple bartender. “shopping around for land.”
“and you came to annesburg?” your voice drops as you put away the bottle. you don’t believe him. “you in the mining business?”
“i’m… exploring investments.”
you scoff then turn to help another person. caleb studies you as you make the drink, light, flirty eyes as you talk to customers, skilled hands making drinks, your knowledge on booze a little too fruitful. you turn back to him as he finishes his drink.
“another one, caleb?”
“how’d you know i wasn’t from here?” he passes you his glass, and as you take it, your fingers brush. intentionally, on your part. caleb notes that as you pour a new glass.
“how do you mean?”
“you knew it the second i ordered. but said it was because i told you my name.”
“did i?” you purse your lips in thought and slide his glass back.
“does the dumb girl act get you out of answering questions about yourself?” caleb pressed.
you smirk at him and he knew he wasn’t gonna get anywhere. “annesburg is depressing. everyone is depressed because they’re inhaling a fuck ton of coal from dawn to dusk for a quarter. they all sound wheezy. dirty from digging all day. don’t try to touch nothing until they’re wasted and can’t help where they hands wander. and, you said please, to a woman at that.”
caleb sat up straighter. you were not an ordinary woman. the thought made him uneasy.
“you greeted no one when you came in, even though its dark as hell and every drunkard is in here, straight as a pole, put your clean hands on my bar and asked politely for a drink. you’re not even from this county and you’re looking for investments?”
“well, i-“
“did you do your research before coming here?”
“i’m doing my research now. based on your observations, you’re not from here either.”
“i never said i was… but you can’t just waltz yourself into town looking like that and expect not to turn heads.”
he smirked and leaned forward. “like what?”
you scoff again, wiping down another spot. “is the pretty boy fishing for compliments?”
“so you think i’m pretty?” he grins.
“i also think you’re a boy.”
“i can assure you, sweetheart,” he drawls and locks eyes with you. “i’m all man.”
you smirk, opening your mouth for a witty response when the saloon door opens and everyone turns to the sound.
in walks an awkward man, with a mouse-like face, and a slight hunch. caleb sits up straighter, on high alert, eyes following mouse-face’s every move as he walks. you take note of this and pick up another glass to polish. “you know him?”
“mmm?” he turns his attention back on you and you jut your chin over to the stranger, who was now talking to one of the more rowdy groups in the saloon.
“quasimodo over there. you know him?”
caleb frowned. an educated reference. you were a dangerous face. his radar was going off. “no.” he spun around to face you. “no, i was just thinking of talking business with that guy.”
“business.” you echo dryly, and you two share tense eye contact.
“yep.” caleb drums his fingers on the counter as you polish a glass.
a fierce shout of your name breaks the tension and a natural looking smile forms on your face. “franklin!” you greet and toss the towel aside as franklin tows his hunchback friend to the bar.
“be a dear and make charlie here a stiff drink. he’s been gone for days, we thought he got his ass eaten by a bear!” they all laugh, and while they jab at each other, you pick up a particular glass and fill it with amber liquor before handing it to him. “on the house. only this round though. i’m charging double next time.”
they laugh and scurry off and caleb frowns. “but you’re just gonna charge him for both drinks next time he orders…”
you shrug and smile. “are you going to explain that to them?
he looks at the group of drunks, happily singing and cursing in their corner. “there’d be no point.”
you give him a smug look before helping another customer.
while you’re busy, caleb directs his attention to his bounty, charlie. he needed a plan to get charlie out of here unnoticed. especially by you, you seem to notice everything. soon it hits peak hours, and a male bartender joins you behind the bar. caleb asks him for two glasses of scotch, then walks up to charlie.
it doesn’t take much to charm him. soon he’s putty in caleb’s hands and he thinking of ways to get him out the back to knock him out. he’s slurring his words and his eyes were glazing over, so getting him out wont be hard.
on that thought, charlie runs out the back, hand over his mouth.
well that wasn’t so hard. he follows him out.
“charlie, my friend,” caleb greets, walking down the steps as he watches charlie hurl up a few pounds. “you okay buddy?”
“what did you do to me…” he groans, and throws up again.
“it’s just the expensive stuff, the worst you’ll fe…“ caleb trails off as charlie collapses on the ground. “charlie?”
he starts seizing, and caleb’s eyes widen and he runs over. “charlie? charlie!”
he turns the man onto his back and sees blood pooling in his mouth and leaking from his eyes. caleb jumps back at the sight and soon, the faint sounds of charlie choking on his own blood cease.
the back door opens and caleb jumps, wide eyed and red handed.
you look at the body, unmoved. your eyes trailed to caleb’s shaken orbs as you walk down the steps. “is he dead?”
“i-, i-“
“you’ve never seen a corpse before, bounty hunter?” you walk past him to inspect the body. yep, dead.
your question somehow lands through the shock. caleb blinks. “how… how’d you know?”
“his bounty is dead or alive, right?” you look at caleb then walk past him.
“he was worth more alive.”
you walk up the stairs back to the bar and throw him a glance over your shoulder. “just have him off my property within the hour.”
just as you were about to go back inside when he calls out,“why’d you do it? do you want a share or something?”
you give him a cheeky smile and lean against the open door. “nah, you can your money, mr. bounty hunter. think of what i did as… taking out the trash.” then you close the door behind you, leaving caleb with a fresh body.
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im thinking of a bounty hunter!caleb x vigilante!reader fic where caleb tries to keep the appearance of more honest man while you are a travelling vigilante, who makes her way across the country, stopping in small towns and cleaning up crime the law can’t be trusted to deal with, especially against women. the two would obviously meet again, i have a few ideas of how, but right now i can’t think of much. please let me know your questions suggestions or thoughts on how to do this, im not entirely familiar on how to write in this timeline so constructive feedback is appreciated. thank you and have a great night!
wait yall are giving me the courage to make it into a fic!!! my layout is irritating me so i will fix that and get started on chapter one
in an uber right now trying not to fall asleep but an idea came to mind while i was high earlier this week. consider this a drabble that will possibly turn into a fic. based on all the rdr gameplays i keep seeing on tiktok:
(cw: alcohol consumption, a bit of misogyny and a creep dies by poisoning)
some time in the early evening, bountyhunter!caleb casually walks into the saloon while you’re cleaning a glass. you don’t acknowledge him until he sits on a stool, forearms on the bar. that makes you quirk an eyebrow. you just wiped off that spot.
“one whiskey please.” he drawls out and you press your lips together, avoiding a smile, but do as you’re told, getting a fresh glass out. “something funny?”
you place it in front of him and pluck a bottle from the shelf behind you. “no,” you answer. “but i don’t think you’re from here, are you…”
“caleb.”
“now i know you’re not from here, caleb; annesburg folk don’t be giving out names like that.” you smile and pour him a drink while holding eye contact: assessing him. “passing through?”
he’s a bit unnerved by your callout, but not deterred. he came for a bounty, he’s not going to unravelled by a simple bartender. “shopping around for land.”
“and you came to annesburg?” your voice drops as you put away the bottle. you don’t believe him. “you in the mining business?”
“i’m… exploring investments.”
you scoff then turn to help another person. caleb studies you as you make the drink, light, flirty eyes as you talk to customers, skilled hands making drinks, your knowledge on booze a little too fruitful. you turn back to him as he finishes his drink.
“another one, caleb?”
“how’d you know i wasn’t from here?” he passes you his glass, and as you take it, your fingers brush. intentionally, on your part. caleb notes that as you pour a new glass.
“how do you mean?”
“you knew it the second i ordered. but said it was because i told you my name.”
“did i?” you purse your lips in thought and slide his glass back.
“does the dumb girl act get you out of answering questions about yourself?” caleb pressed.
you smirk at him and he knew he wasn’t gonna get anywhere. “annesburg is depressing. everyone is depressed because they’re inhaling a fuck ton of coal from dawn to dusk for a quarter. they all sound wheezy. dirty from digging all day. don’t try to touch nothing until they’re wasted and can’t help where they hands wander. and, you said please, to a woman at that.”
caleb sat up straighter. you were not an ordinary woman. the thought made him uneasy.
“you greeted no one when you came in, even though its dark as hell and every drunkard is in here, straight as a pole, put your clean hands on my bar and asked politely for a drink. you’re not even from this county and you’re looking for investments?”
“well, i-“
“did you do your research before coming here?”
“i’m doing my research now. based on your observations, you’re not from here either.”
“i never said i was… but you can’t just waltz yourself into town looking like that and expect not to turn heads.”
he smirked and leaned forward. “like what?”
you scoff again, wiping down another spot. “is the pretty boy fishing for compliments?”
“so you think i’m pretty?” he grins.
“i also think you’re a boy.”
“i can assure you, sweetheart,” he drawls and locks eyes with you. “i’m all man.”
you smirk, opening your mouth for a witty response when the saloon door opens and everyone turns to the sound.
in walks an awkward man, with a mouse-like face, and a slight hunch. caleb sits up straighter, on high alert, eyes following mouse-face’s every move as he walks. you take note of this and pick up another glass to polish. “you know him?”
“mmm?” he turns his attention back on you and you jut your chin over to the stranger, who was now talking to one of the more rowdy groups in the saloon.
“quasimodo over there. you know him?”
caleb frowned. an educated reference. you were a dangerous face. his radar was going off. “no.” he spun around to face you. “no, i was just thinking of talking business with that guy.”
“business.” you echo dryly, and you two share tense eye contact.
“yep.” caleb drums his fingers on the counter as you polish a glass.
a fierce shout of your name breaks the tension and a natural looking smile forms on your face. “franklin!” you greet and toss the towel aside as franklin tows his hunchback friend to the bar.
“be a dear and make charlie here a stiff drink. he’s been gone for days, we thought he got his ass eaten by a bear!” they all laugh, and while they jab at each other, you pick up a particular glass and fill it with amber liquor before handing it to him. “on the house. only this round though. i’m charging double next time.”
they laugh and scurry off and caleb frowns. “but you’re just gonna charge him for both drinks next time he orders…”
you shrug and smile. “are you going to explain that to them?
he looks at the group of drunks, happily singing and cursing in their corner. “there’d be no point.”
you give him a smug look before helping another customer.
while you’re busy, caleb directs his attention to his bounty, charlie. he needed a plan to get charlie out of here unnoticed. especially by you, you seem to notice everything. soon it hits peak hours, and a male bartender joins you behind the bar. caleb asks him for two glasses of scotch, then walks up to charlie.
it doesn’t take much to charm him. soon he’s putty in caleb’s hands and he thinking of ways to get him out the back to knock him out. he’s slurring his words and his eyes were glazing over, so getting him out wont be hard.
on that thought, charlie runs out the back, hand over his mouth.
well that wasn’t so hard. he follows him out.
“charlie, my friend,” caleb greets, walking down the steps as he watches charlie hurl up a few pounds. “you okay buddy?”
“what did you do to me…” he groans, and throws up again.
“it’s just the expensive stuff, the worst you’ll fe…“ caleb trails off as charlie collapses on the ground. “charlie?”
he starts seizing, and caleb’s eyes widen and he runs over. “charlie? charlie!”
he turns the man onto his back and sees blood pooling in his mouth and leaking from his eyes. caleb jumps back at the sight and soon, the faint sounds of charlie choking on his own blood cease.
the back door opens and caleb jumps, wide eyed and red handed.
you look at the body, unmoved. your eyes trailed to caleb’s shaken orbs as you walk down the steps. “is he dead?”
“i-, i-“
“you’ve never seen a corpse before, bounty hunter?” you walk past him to inspect the body. yep, dead.
your question somehow lands through the shock. caleb blinks. “how… how’d you know?”
“his bounty is dead or alive, right?” you look at caleb then walk past him.
“he was worth more alive.”
you walk up the stairs back to the bar and throw him a glance over your shoulder. “just have him off my property within the hour.”
just as you were about to go back inside when he calls out,“why’d you do it? do you want a share or something?”
you give him a cheeky smile and lean against the open door. “nah, you can keep your money, mr. bounty hunter. think of what i did as… taking out the trash.” then you close the door behind you, leaving caleb with a fresh body.
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im thinking of a bounty hunter!caleb x vigilante!reader fic where caleb tries to keep the appearance of more honest man while you are a travelling vigilante, who makes her way across the country, stopping in small towns and cleaning up crime the law can’t be trusted to deal with, especially against women. the two would obviously meet again, i have a few ideas of how, but right now i can’t think of much. please let me know your questions suggestions or thoughts on how to do this, im not entirely familiar on how to write in this timeline so constructive feedback is appreciated. thank you and have a great night!
cowboy!caleb x reader coming i just need a plot. im high right now give me an hour
How I look when I remember I can write whatever I want into the story:
mine.
lads!caleb x fem!reader angsty smut (MDNI)
this one’s a LOONG one so get your popcorn (and your tissues).
synopsis: after your first time in skyhaven and encountering the Farspace Fleet, you had trouble forgiving caleb. but you also had trouble staying away from him.
warnings: ANGST, hurt NO COMFORT (i like pain) this takes place AFTER caleb’s main story branch, but in this timeline the memories after that don’t happen. this is kind of how i think this interaction should have went. caleb just wants you back and you have your reservations. also, im going off of how i think the chip in his brain works. alcohol usage. mentions of death, you rough up caleb a bit. SMUT including oral (fem receiving), p in v smex, caleb begging during sex crying during sex but NOT dacryphilia
thank you so much for the love on my previous fic! if you have any comments, questions or concerns, please let me know! happy reading!
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you don’t know why you’re here.
a raggedy bar hidden in an alley somewhere in skyhaven.
you stare at the near empty glass, shifting constantly at on the uncomfortable barstool. you were in skyhaven, for some reason your feet brought you back to skyhaven. no matter how many times you want to forget about this place, you find yourself back at this bar, drowning in booze and waiting.
you wait because you know he will show up.
you didn’t even have to text him; after about 40 minutes, the door opens and you feel it.
he’s here.
you stare down at the bar, even as you feel caleb’s stare boring into your back. the environment here was always quiet, so you look down at your drink as you hear his muted footsteps.
he eventually sits on the stool beside you and orders a drink. “…hi.” he exhales, and it’s shaky.
you don’t reply and he chuckles bitterly. “you know, i almost didn’t come this time.”
“and yet you’re here,” you look up and stare at the bottles lined up on the shelves but you don’t stare at him.
you don’t dare.
your resentment towards him is carefully laid out between the two of you. you thought he was dead for a year, and he made no move to stop that. if it weren’t for the undercover mission you took six months ago, you’d still be in the dark.
“you know i’d never leave you.” that’s why he was here.
“you did leave me.” you bit out. “for a year. i buried you, caleb.”
he clenches his fists and inhales sharply. “we’ve had this conversation before-“
“the one where you say that you leaving was to protect me?” you snap looking at him. “i don’t need your protection!”
“every step you take in this city needs protection.” he hisses and you’re drowning, falling into his galaxy eyes. “you don’t know anything about what goes on here.”
“so tell me! i’m not a kid anymore!” your voice sounds pathetic, you’re pleading.
“you certainly sound like one right now.”
his words have bite and you stare back at the display of bottles across the bar.
“i didn’t…” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, agitated. “i’m sorry.”
your words are slow and calm, calmer than you felt. “every time i come here, i expect something different, but it’s the same.” you wave the bartender for a check. “i shouldn’t have come.”
he groans your name as you stuff cash into the leather check book and stand. you didn’t get far though, because he grabs your wrist.
“you come to skyhaven when you have bad days.”
“how do you-“
“what happened today?” he looks up at you and you’re lost, lost in those purple eyes you called home once upon a time.
“you’re losing your touch,” you quip humourlessly, after you catch yourself. you try to put some distance between you to by pulling your hand free. “it happened yesterday.”
his grip tightens and he say nothing.
you sigh. “rescue mission on the pier.”
he looks away, freeing you from his piercing stare. you exhale as he cocks his head to the side. “i read about that. 54 saved, 21 injured one casualty.”
“right.” you huff out the word.
“tell me what happened.”
you’re about to protest when he hits you with the colonel stare, the one that had grown man shaking in their boots.
so you sit and you spill. everything in the report and in your memory. how you managed to find the last hostage on the sinking ship.
“i swam through the weirdest currents…” your voice was far away. “she was trapped inside one of the rooms on the ship. i didn’t have an oxygen tank but i just kept thinking if i got to her, getting out would be easier…” you let out a shaky breath.
he says nothing, but his fists were clenched. he probably didn’t like the fact that you nearly drowned but it wasn’t his problem.
“from what you’re telling me, there was no way for you to save her.”
what? “I should have gotten oxygen tanks or a life vest.”
“those would have slowed you down significantly. you probably wouldn’t have gotten that deep if you did.”
anger flares in your gut. “are you saying i’m weak?”
“i’m saying if you decided to, the current would have pulled you under. no one is winning that.” his voice was gentle, like a caress. as if he wasn’t telling you straightforward that you were close to death.
you let out a shaky sigh and put your head in your hands.
“what’s it to you?”
“what?”
“if i died… you would be free of this-“ you wave your hand around the bar. “of us. me.”
he was shaking his head before you could finish. “the thought of losing you… it’s too hard to bear. so whatever form you want to come in, i’ll take.”
“caleb…”
“you know how i feel. don’t act like you don’t.” he’s not aggressive, he states it as a fact.
you didn’t know how to respond.
you knew how you felt. maybe he did too, and that’s why he always comes when you call.
you close your eyes. it was chip into your walls; every time you were around him you found a way to want to forgive him even though he doesn’t deserve it.
“if you want to keep being mad, that’s fine, but as long as you keep coming here, expecting me… i’m going to hope.”
“i may never forgive you,” you whisper.
“i’ll still hope.” his whisper is just as broken as you felt.
you needed to leave him alone. walk out the bar and leave skyhaven, for good.
the thought of never seeing caleb again, your childhood best friend… it clutches your throat and squeezes. your body was setting into panic just thinking about it.
it wasn’t an option.
so you were here. mad as hell that your caleb is gone, but wandering into this bar to get any caleb you’re offered.
after more drinks were drank in silence, the two of you leave in the same uber to his apartment.
the ride was quiet but caleb’s eyes were on you, and yours were avoiding his, staring out the window.
about a block away, his hand rests on your thigh, like it always does. and you rest his head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent like a drug. he smells like your him…if you closed your eyes you could see yourself doing the same thing in another life… with your caleb.
the uber stops in front of his building and the two of you get out.
the ride up the elevator was tenser than usual. on a regular night, you’d already be kissing him, praying that this is the night that he fucks your pain and anger at him out of you. tonight, you were standing at opposite ends of the elevator and your hands were gripping the rail behind you, eyes on the floor.
you had to give it to caleb: he never touches you first. the hand on your thigh was the furthest he’d go. it was always you making the first move. and you haven’t yet and he hasn’t pressured you.
why did this feel different? you came here for a drunk hookup, why wasn’t the alcohol hitting like it usually does?
“we don’t have to…” you look up, and caleb has his arms crossed and is leaning on the other side of the elevator. he was looking at his shoes. “you know we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
you snort and that’s when you realize you were crying. you quickly wipe any tears, and if caleb noticed, he didn’t comment. “you’re just gonna let me go?” you roll your eyes.
“if that’s what you want.” but his fists were clenched.
“you’ve made it very clear that your wants will always be at war with mine.” you stubbornly set your jaw.
he juts out his and looks at you. “you’ve been coming and going out of skyhaven since then, right? so clearly yours are winning.”
“do you want me to leave?”
“of course not.” his hand rakes through his hair with an agression that makes you cringe. “but i’m not going to sleep with you when you look like the thought brings you to tears.”
the elevator dings, and the doors open, but neither of you move.
“what do you want from me caleb? you hurt me!”
“and im doing everything i can to fix that.” he walks closer and his tone is desperate. “you need to tell me how to remedy this. i hate this. i love you, sweetheart. tell me how to fix this, and i will do it. if you want hit me, punch me, kick me, do it. you’re in pain, because of me. so-“
his hand sharply turns left and you realize from the growing red on his cheek that it’s because you slapped him. hard. his jaw tics, and his eye twitches but he doesn’t do anything.
so you hit him again. a matching red on the other side of his cheek.
his eyes flare up the second time, for a second, then they dull and he stares at you patiently.
fuck him. fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.
you push his chest, and he allows it, taking a few steps back. you push him again, and again and again until his back hits the other side of the car. he grunts but his eyes are locked on yours, drinking you in. this is the most life you’ve had in you since you first left skyhaven, and he was feeding off it, adrenaline pumping the both of you.
you push him into the wall again.
“did that help you calm down?” he goads and your blood boils. before you can register your movements, you’re throwing a punch.
he catches it before it hits his perfect face. “enough, *name*.”
you were just getting started. he could see that. so he drops your hand and you swing again. he dodges it. you go to knee him and his hand blocks it. he wasn’t fighting back, just evading. he almost looked bored. he will never be your caleb.
“fight back!” you grunt.
he doesn’t answer, just blocks another blow.
this is what hurt the most. you were hurting, your depression was worse now more than ever, you actively cried to sleep majority of the week and he… was bored. he didn’t care, this caleb never did. your caleb would have never let this go on for so long.
he catches your hands and you use that to bring him down to your level and smash your head against his.
stars dance into your vision and you sway but you catch yourself on the railing. the alcohol didn’t help the dizziness but you look over at him and see him holding his head. at least you hurt him.
he groans and you stand straighter, fat angry tears streaming down your face.
“i only go to that stupid bar because i know you’ll come find me,” you spit and rub the pain out your forehead. “if you don’t care, stop going to the fucking bar.”
he groans in reply, but you keep going.
“i don’t know what this is… or who you are, but you’re not …my caleb.”
“what are you talking about?” he grunts and rubs his eyes.
“you don’t care. since you’ve you’ve been back you never care! you’re like a robot. that’s why i don’t understand why you keep coming to see me when you’re just gonna be cold and distant.”
his pain is muted by your words. he looks at you and you freeze in your spot. his glare had a million emotions flashing through them as he steps towards you.
hurt.
anger.
doubt.
confusion.
lust.
something crackles in the air and you step back. he unblinkingly takes another step. you back up until he’s towering over you and your pressed against a wall. his gaze was heavy on yours so you look away. or you try to. his hand grabs you jaw and you’re forced to look at him again. “everything i’m doing here, is for you. to protect you.” he says in a seriousness that gives you no choice to believe him.
but you retaliate, pushing against his chest.
“i don’t want or need your protection.” you snap and his free hand grabs the both of yours and pins them above your head.
“tell me what you need then. you want me out the Fleet? i’m gone. you want the Fleet gone? it’s gone. you don’t want to come up to skyhaven anymore? i’ll bring this whole city down for you.” his eyes were earnest, open like he was telling the truth.
he would bring skyhaven down? for you?
you were speechless. this wasn’t your caleb. but…this caleb still wanted you despite the red cheeks and bruised forehead.
maybe…you could learn to love this caleb.
‘whatever form you want to come in, i’ll take.’
maybe that street ran both ways.
“i don’t want to lose you again,” you admit. “when you’re like that… it feels like you’re already gone.”
he studies you for a moment, his hand sliding down from your jaw. “nothing in this world could take you away from me, pipsqueak.”
the nickname makes your heart leap and take off. there was some part of him in there. he releases your hands and slowly, they fall around his neck. he tenses but his large hands grab your hips and he lets out a shaky exhale before kissing you hard.
you reciprocate immediately, pulling him closer and clutching at his shirt. this was nothing like the other nights where he is calm and collected. he was as needy and desperate as you always felt, it made your heart soar-and your legs clench.
one of his hands reach out and feel around blindly, since he refused to stop kissing you. eventually he finds the door open button, and slams down on it then picks you up. he stumbles out of the elevator with you in his arms and nearly sprints to his apartment. he braces you up against the door while he looks for his keys and you take the opportunity to reach between the two of you and pull at his belt.
he grunts and swats your hands away. “don’t do that.” he jams the key into the door and opens it.
he kicks the door closed and puts (more like throws) you on the couch and kisses your neck, then pushes your shirt up your chest. he gazes as your chest like a meal before pushing the shirt higher, along with the bra. his mouth latches onto your nipple and you cry out holding onto his hair. he grunts in appreciation and lays between your legs.
his tongue swirls around your nipple then bite down, and you arch your back, moaning his name.
he pulls away to give attention to your other nipple, one of his hands gliding down your torso until they find purchase in your jeans. the frenzied hand undoes your jeans and finds your clit, which was already soaked. his fingers tease the little nub and you writhe under him.
you call out his name and his hips buck into the couch and he groans, pulling his mouth off your nipple with a loud pop. his eyes find yours and they’re dark and heavy.
out of no where he nods.
“you’re right.” your breathing picks up as he discards your jeans and makes you sit upright on the couch before kneeling between your legs. his hands rub your thighs as he drinks you in. he slowly opens your legs wider, pulls you to the ledge of the couch and you see his pupils dilate as this focus on the apex between you thighs. he let’s out a shaky exhale and pulls his cock out of his pants. your eyes focus on it and you whine, opening your legs wider as he starts to stroke his shaft. he moans and strokes faster, then reaches out and starts to thumb your clit as he strokes.
this was different from when he pleasured you other times. he was getting of it too, watching your slick build up under his finger, watching your body writhe under him, it made his hand go faster.
your chest heaves as your stomach tightens and he dives in, eating you out like a man starved.
your gasp and cries echo throughout the apartment as his nose nudges your clit while his tongue fucks your entrance. your stomach tightens and you pull his hair as your release comes rapidly.
your back arches as he mumbles into your entrance.
“what?”
he pulls away a millimetre, murmuring “pull it tighter.” and latching onto your clit.
you call his name and both hands snake into his hair and yank, earning an appreciative groan from him.
you were so close.
so was he.
soon your calling out for any gad that will hear and cumming on his face. your slick drenches his chin as he laps you up through your orgasm. you’re twitching and shaking by the time he comes up, and you see him strangling the base of his shaft and breathing hard.
you look at him through unfocused eyes. “something wrong?”
“no, just…” he closes his eyes. “just trying not to cum.”
a small bead escapes the tip of his angry shaft and falls to the floor. once he was sure that he was good he scoops you up and walks to the bedroom, and you squeal and giggle the whole way there.
he drops you onto his bedroom and takes off his shirt, and your hand trails up his abdomen then your nails scrape his chest, earning a hiss and a twitch of his cock.
he smirks, and the sight pulls at your heartstrings, reminding you of a distant memory. you push down the longing as he climbs on top of you. “are you checking me out?”
you roll your eyes and press a light kiss to his lips. “beats whatever you’re doing.”
“i’m admiring. marvelling….” he kisses the valley between your breasts. “plotting.”
you raise your eyebrows and he silences any upcoming questions with a kiss.
your tongues dance as you push his jeans down his legs and grab his ass, earning a gasp then a chuckle from him. “i’m trying to prolong this sweetheart, but you’re not helping.”
you grind your pelvis against him and you grin while he moans. “baby…”
he kisses you again, more desperate this time and nudges your legs apart. “this might… be quicker than usual.” he murmurs and lifts your legs around his hips.
you shiver in pleasure, wrapping your arms around his neck. “it’s okay. i want you. all of you.”
he looks at you with such anguish it makes your breathing hitch. “caleb-“
“promise me you’ll stay.”
your breathing stops all together but he slides into you before you could muster a thought.
your back arches off the bed at he fills you and he moans brokenly into the crook of your neck. he immediately starts to move and it’s slow shallow thrusts. he was hitting deep inside you. your nails crawl down his back.
“every time, i wake up in the morning and you’re gone,” he pants, biting your pulse point. you clench and he grabs the headboard to center himself. after a few moments, he continues thrusting. “i…. i tried waking up earlier. maybe to catch you in the act- fuck- and convince you to stay. but you’re always gone.” he gives you a particularly sharp thrust and you cry out. he looks down at your blissed out face and his body tenses, pleasure running through his body.
“i won’t leave you, baby. never again. i’m always here, right where you leave me. don’t go. we can make this work.” he’s begging now, and you can’t look at him, so you close your eyes and fall to the pleasure. your legs tighten around his waist and your hips start meeting his, and it’s a sight to caleb.
beautiful, he thinks, and memories of his past life with you flood through his head. it brings him down on top of you, and his full body weight on you makes you gasp and your eyes fly open. he adjusts himself onto his elbows and stares down at you, and you can’t look away. he moves again, thrusting into you in a more erratic pace, like he was running low on time.
“things are hard, but give me time baby. i’ll fix this then i’ll follow you to the end of the earth.” he’s babbling and you barely understand what you’re hearing. your stomach is tightening again, so you pull on his hair, making his eyes roll back and he whimpers and thrusts harder.
you moan louder and call out his name.
“we could do this, every night. and in the morning i could make you breakfast…” he moans. “just give me a chance.”
you could see it. you’ve been wanting that life with caleb since you realized that could exist. but things were different now. he’s different now.
he looks into your eyes and you cup his cheeks, catching a wetness on your thumb. the both of you are shocked at this fact but he hides his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and giving you a few more sharp thrusts.
your legs twitch, signalling that you were close. his fingers find you clit and he fucks you desperately. “say yes, baby. i can’t stand another night of waking up without you.”
you were so close, your mouth was open and your nails dug into his biceps, chasing your high. “caleb-yes!”
you cry out as you fall off your peak, cumming hard on his shaft. you saying yes sends him over the edge and he cums with you, shouting your name. you feel his cum flood your walls and your legs tighten around him, as if to keep him there. you look up at him and he’s beautiful and he’s yours for the taking…and you hesitate.
the both of you come down from your high and he pulls you into his arms, not bothering to pull out. he rolls onto his back and the two of you quickly fall asleep with you on top of him. the last thing you feel is him kissing your forehead.
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you wake up on your side, with caleb’s giant arms still holding you and his cock still sheathed inside you. the clock read 3:14AM.
you try to untangle yourself but the arms pull you closer making your heart pound. “where you going?” caleb murmurs in your ear. usually the two of you slept on opposite sides of the bed, which made sneaking off easier. you smile softly at him and kiss his cheek. “bathroom.”
“mmph… don’t take too long.” he slowly pulls out of you, making the both of you moan, but let’s you go before his mind and body could fully wake up.
your clothes were still in the living room and you quietly put them back on.
you recall caleb’s sex ridden confession and sigh, sitting on the bed. if you stayed, you could fix this. you and caleb could pick up the scattered pieces of what was left of your relationship together.
you pull your sweater on and press your lips together.
fixing this would mean mourning the old caleb.
you weren’t quite ready for that yet.
you grab your shoes and head for the door.
“you said you’d stay.”
you freeze, then curse and turn.
caleb was standing gray sweatpants, fists stuffed in the pockets. his eyes were on the floor, as if he was expecting this.
“i thought you went back to sleep.” you say softly.
he chuckles once then looks up with a sad smile. “i was never sleeping.”
the two of you were standing in silence, and you were unsure of what to say.
“caleb-“
“you go out that door, i won’t chase you anymore, *name*.” he’s says it like a fact, and with so much certainty that you freeze.
you don’t want that.
“that’s not fair.” you whisper.
“this whole situation is unfair. but i’m the only one trying to repair it.” he clenches his jaw. “i need to move on if you don’t want me.”
you did want caleb. you wanted your caleb. and he was standing here in front of you, but you were going to wake up to Colonel Caleb in the morning, and the traumatic memories of your time in the Farspace Fleet come to your head. your hand grabs the doorknob.
his eyes watch as you twist the know, a thousand emotions flooding through them. hurt, betrayal, anger, so much anger, fear. his chest was heaving and his hands were shaking. he tried to step forward and stumbled onto one knee holding his chest.
he was having a panic attack.
you drop your shoes and run towards him. his body suddenly jolts then he stills. you grab his face and his eyes were rolled back so you smack his cheek a couple times. “caleb? caleb!” his head lols to the side, and he was unresponsive. you weren’t even sure if he was breathing. “please caleb i’m sorry, i won’t go, just wake up!”
you look for your phone to dial emergency services when he gasps and his wide eyes land on you, breathing heavily.
“oh caleb!” you hug him and sob into his neck. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.”
he hugs you back with one hand then stands up, setting you upright. you look up at him and your heart sinks as you recognize the robotic look of concern on his face.
“hey, don’t cry. i thought you were leaving? did you need a ride?” he looks at you, and if it weren’t for his tear stained cheeks you’d think that you dreamt the whole interaction.
you step back, wiping your eyes harshly. “no, just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
he shrugs with a light smile. “i’m okay, pipsqueak. people leave all the time. make sure you get home safe.”
you pick up your shoes and head for the door, stifling your tears until you’re on a train back to linkon.
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i’m really proud of this fic, i’m just waiting to unlock my full angst potential
clingy (MNDI)
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okay well this is my second time editing because my fic allegedly saved to my drafts and suddenly it’s not there anymore so HAHAHAHAHA IM NOT CRASHING OUT. this fic took nine months to make so what’s thirty more minutes?
(edit: it’s the next day… and i forgot to post it AHAHAHAHAHA)
i’m so sorry for the gap, my life turned to shit, which apparently comes with the title of being a fanfiction writer. but we’re still alive, even if it’s barely.
this fic is a continuation of THIS fic but can be read as a standalone. just the thought of being coworkers with this guy makes me go feral soooo HERE WE ARE.
summary: you’re mad at caleb, and he doesn’t know why.
office au with caleb x fem reader
CW: lots of fluff at the end (gross) SMUT (including but not limited to: oral- f receiving, fingering, lots of making out, dry humping, choking- m receiving, OFFICE SEX) caleb is a hidden pervert if you squint, he breaks into your apartment a few times while you’re not home, panty thief if you look hard enough, mention of sex toys and bad grammar because again, this is my second time editing this long ass fic.
i’m so sorry for the ugly layout, hopefully getting my shit together soon.
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you were mad at caleb.
it took him a week to notice, which made it worse. but when he did, he wouldn’t leave you alone. he ambushed you in your new private office and tried to get you to talk to him.
“come on pips, talk to me.” his voice was soft. the soft murmur he purposely used on you to get what he wants. he mostly used it to get in your pants. you almost caved. almost.
“come on baby,” he crooned, leaning into the door frame. “you’re being ridiculous. let’s not fight anymore.”
excuse you?
your eyebrows shot up and you closed your office door in his face.
realizing his error, he resorted with the gestures.
it started small. your favourite snacks would wait for you on your desk every morning, when you went for your daily morning coffee, he was there with a steaming mug outstretched towards you. when that didn’t work, he escalated to getting your car washed and filling your gas tank up while you were working, stocking your bathroom cabinets with your skincare routine when you weren’t home, and booking you spa days. that made you reach out to him only to text questions like:
you: do you even know why i’m mad?
you: why did you clean my car?
you: how did you get into my apartment??
of course, caleb gave you a very vague answer with the last one, which infuriated you more.
caleb: your shelves needed to be dusted. nice book selection btw.
you rub your eyes and scream into your pillow. he didn’t know what he did wrong and was going to EXTREME lengths to make it right. at this point of any of your past relationships you would have ran for the hills. but this was caleb, and despite you changing your locks one day and finding a hot dinner in your kitchen after running errands the next, it came from a good place. or that’s at least what you keep telling yourself.
so on day 13 of you not talking to him, caleb comes to work at an obscene time in the morning to find you sitting in his office, heels kicked up on his solid wood desk, and the sight goes straight to his dick.
you were in a white blouse tucked in an indigo pencil skirt, the one he loved, the one that stopped just above your knees. his gaze trailed over the stockings you wore, the sheer black ones that disappeared under the skirt, and he wondered if these were the stockings that he could take off one at a time or just rip straight down the middle.
he shook the thought out his mind and exhaled shakily. “pips…. what are you-“
“do you know why i’m mad?”
you’ve asked that question about 50 times in the past two weeks and caleb really tried to figure out why each time but this time… he couldn’t tell you what he had for breakfast ten minutes ago.
“i, uh-“
“i also thought about calling the cops a few times.” you press and his eyes rake over the blouse. he got you that blouse right? because the last one you owned was torn to shreds by him. he wondered what bra was hiding behind the white material. was it the white on that made you look like an angel? or the purple one? god, he loved the purple one, with the matching lace panties…
“caleb!”
he had half a head to just fall to his knees and cry for forgiveness. he knew that would probably give him the opposite but he didn’t like fighting with you. he rested his bag on the side of his desk that wasn’t occupied by your feet and locked eyes with you.
“no, i don’t know why you’re mad at me. but i’d like to know so i can fix it.”
you sit up straighter. now you’re getting somewhere. you take your feet off the desk and his eyes follow the movement until your legs are hidden from his view.
“do you have any clue why?”
he closed his eyes so he could think straight. you started giving him the cold shoulder…the day of your meeting.
the meeting that decided if you got a promotion.
he had that day set out perfectly. he knew you were going to get it. he and other supervisors gave you glowing recommendation letters, then he poked around and found out that you were the strongest candidate for the editor. you just had to ace your meeting. and he was going to treat you to dinner the night of your meeting and ask you to officially be your boyfriend.
that morning you woke up at his place and he cooked you breakfast, and you were radiating anxiety. he knew that you had the position in the bag if you aced the meeting so he told you to be confident and that he was sure you would get the position. that worked for about an hour, and when he pulled into the parking garage of your workplace, you were a mess again, so he tried a different approach, and you rode him in the drivers seat as he mumbled praises in your ear. that made you feel better, even though you were late starting work.
he called you into his office to give you a good luck kiss before your meeting and you were beaming at him before disappearing around the corner.
several hours after the meeting… he was busy and he figured that’s why you didn’t look for him. he found you in the new head editor’s office unpacking your new desk.
he tried to congratulate you for the promotion, but you were distant, and when he brought up dinner, you said you were tired and were going back to your apartment.
reservation was canceled and you stopped replying to his texts since then.
“the day of your promotion…”
you straightened in the chair. *he was on the right track.*
“is it because i took so long to find you?” you deflate and roll your eyes. “pips, i’m sorry, i had meetings-“
“it’s not that.” you cut him off and stand up. you were leaving. he failed and you were leaving.
“wait-“ his arm reached out to stop you from passing him.
you stop and raise an eyebrow.
“surely, there are other ways I can make up for it.” his large hands lands on your waist and you tense, but don’t move away. he took that as a sign to push.
his thumb runs over your hip and he looks at you. “I’ve been a bad boy,” he starts, turning you to face him. “and i’m sorry. let me show you how sorry I am…”
you were in both of his hands now, and it was like the gods smiled down on caleb. if he played his cards right, he could spread you out on his desk before the office became too crowded…
you look into his eyes and bite your lip, causing caleb to groan. “i know you’re mad, but i want to kiss you so bad…”
your mind was in a haze. you couldn’t even remember why you were mad. what you did know is that caleb made you mad and insatiable in the few weeks you guys have been seeing one another, and the distance made for multiple unsatisfying nights with your vibrator.
you missed him. not even just in the bedroom, you missed his corny singing in the car, the way he dragged you to build lego sets with him in his living room, and his theatrics in your kitchen while he cooked dinner. you swallow hard then part your lips, all under caleb’s gaze.
you don’t know who leaned in first, but he started getting closer and your eyes slid shut.
RING!
you nearly jump out of your skin as caleb’s phone trills loudly. caleb on the other hand, was beyond pissed and didn’t even look at it.
“you…” you put your hand on your chest to calm yourself. “you should answer that.”
“no.” he stepped closer to you, and you didn’t even realize that you put distance between you two.
“caleb-“
“no.” then he grabbed your face and pulled it to his. you gasp in surprise as he kisses you with such passion and desperation that you can’t help but match it with your own.
the phone goes to voicemail as he pushes you into his bookshelf, then protects you as a book tries to fall on your head, all while not taking his lips off yours. the army couldn’t pry him off you. his hands were greedy, roaming your body with need.
he yanks your skirt up and his pupils blow wide when he sees what’s under. not only were you wearing thighs highs but they were attached to a garter belt? he exhales in shock as he runs a finger over the black straps and looks at you with a smirk. “this is quite the outfit for someone who’s mad.” he snaps the strap against your thigh and you gasp.
you were not going to break. nope. your last shred of dignity told you to lie, so you spit out, “it’s not for you.”
truthfully, this whole thing was for caleb. you were so horny and you missed him so bad that you were willing to forgive him without him knowing why you were mad to begin with.
he smirks and tilts his head to the side, getting into your space. his fingers rub over your covered clit and your eyes flutter. “caleb…”
his grin grows wider, and he tortures your clit through your panties. this was better than any toy you’ve used in two weeks. you were panting already.
your legs tense and he notices before stopping and pulling his hands away, leaving your hips twitching in the air as they look for friction. he tsks. “you can’t lie to me pips…”
you shake your head as you pant. “not…lying.”
“oh? then who’s this pretty set for?”
“marketing guy….james?” you whine then rest your head against the shelf.
now, caleb knew that you were trying to rile him up. and you were succeeding. his blood was boiling and his cock was making itself very known in his slacks.
“careful, pips. before i claim you in the kitchen and we both get fired.”
you shiver but fix your skirt back in place, and stand upright. “we’re going out for drinks after work.”
“stop.” his tone was a warning, but you ignored it.
“the bra matches too.” you wink and head for the door.
“y/n-“
his phone rings again and when he looks at the Caller ID, it’s his boss. he frustratedly rakes a hand through his hair and look at you. “this isn’t over.”
“james would beg to differ.” you sniff and walk out his office, closing the door behind you.
he chuckles darkly but answers the phone, staring at your ass during your theatrical exit.
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you aren’t a coward.
you are not! hiding in your office was a safety measure. caleb was roaming the halls with surely a one track mind. you couldn’t give him the green light by letting him catch a glimpse of you.
you were doing pretty good! you could hear caleb’s phone from your office and when it did, you’d grab your papers from the printer, another coffee or run to the bathroom.
but after lunch, the calls became less frequent and you heard him chatting up coworkers outside your door. it was a warning. he’d get his hands on you as soon as you stepped out.
you purse your lips. there had to be a way…
the window? no you were on the 15th floor.
you look around for an out when your office phone rings. without looking at the ID you pick it up, eager for a distraction.
“hello?”
“you’re hiding.” you tense as caleb’s voice fills your ear.
“i don’t hide.” you say and roll your eyes but your heart pounds in your chest.
“so you just run? i saw you nearly spill hot coffee on yourself while i was in a meeting.”
you sniff. “the floors are slippery today.”
he chuckles and you shiver. it was low and husky and it caressed your body. he knows what he’s doing. “so why haven’t you left yet?”
“i have a manuscript to go over.” you check your computer. as you hid from the horny man, you managed to complete your tasks. your inbox was near empty, and your urgent tasks were completed.
“won’t that make you late for your date?” he goads.
shit. “i don’t see how that’s your business.”
“an imaginary man is moving on my girl, of course that’s my business.”
“i’m not your gi-“ you sit up. “what?”
“i made James from Marketing up to ask you out.”
you blink. he knew you were lying. you were caught.
slowly, you take the phone away from your ear and put it on the receiver, ending the call.
then you dash for the door, personal items be damned. you fling the door open to find caleb there, cell phone in hand.
then you slam the door in his face. then lock it.
“that’s just excessive.”
“you broke into my apartment. i have the right to exercise caution.”
“did you really think i’d hurt you?” even through the door, you could hear the edge in his voice and you sighed.
“no.” and it was the truth. despite trying to keep him out, caleb’s attempts at breaking in (both literally and metaphorically) were oddly comforting, in a fucked up way. plus the dinners were amazing, and your house was clean. you were missing a few pairs of underwear though….
“good.” you could tell he was smiling and you roll your eyes.
“you’re just lucky i haven’t called the cops yet.”
“if you want me in handcuffs princess, just say that. id get into them willingly for you.” he was grinning, you could tell.
you scoff. “you’re disgusting.” you bite back a smile.
“only for you. will you please tell me why you’re mad now?”
your smile fades and you sigh.
“whatever i did, it wasn’t on purpose.”
“it was, and that what makes it more infuriating.”
“i’m not following.”
you sigh and open the door and caleb was leaning over its frame, staring in concentration at the floor.
he looks and grins when he sees you but you hold up your hand. “during my interview, the recruiter let me know that i got a number of glowing recommendations from multiple departments.”
he brightens and you scowl. “that can’t be a bad thing.”
“it is when a good chunk of the departments never even heard of you!”
“you’ve interacted with lots of departments.”
“through email, at most!” you snap.
“y/n!”
“you set it up!” you exclaim. “do you know how that looks? the superior you’re fucking is responsible for your promotion?”
he frowned. “is that what you think?”
“that’s what everyone thinks!”
he cocks his head to the side and folds his arms. “says who?”
“says… says….” come to think of it, you haven’t gotten tension from anyone. someone did probably hate you, but you’ve gotten praise from everyone in your old department, aside from your old supervisor.
“and even if they did say that, who cares?” he steps towards you and you back away and now the both of you are in your office. the floor was empty beside the two of you but he closes the door behind him, not taking his eyes off you. “their opinions don’t matter. you wanted this position, and you earned it. i helped yes, but you would have gotten the position regardless.” he looks around the office.
you haven’t decorated it too much, just a few chairs and a daybed in case the corporate gods frowned at the circumstances and took away your job.
“i just…” you sit on the edge of your desk and fiddle with your hands. “i just don’t want you to feel like you had to do it, because we’re sleeping together.”
silence. and you’re afraid to look up. but soon his shoes come into view.
“why would you ever think that?” he murmurs. “you think i’d do this for someone i was casually seeing?”
you shrug and he calls your name, making you look up.
“it’s clear that i haven’t made it evident at how much i like you. even though i broke into your apartment several times to make you dinner.” he smirks and cups your chin, forcing your gaze to stay on his. his galaxy eyes were smouldering, and there was an unspoken emotion in them.
an emotion that made your heart race.
“the day of your promotion, i knew you were going to get it. it wasn’t a gut feeling, i asked the recruiter and they said you were front runner the week before.”
your eyes widen and you open your mouth. “you kn-“
he covered your mouth. “the day i found out, i booked us a reservation at a restaurant, and i was going to ask you to be exclusive.”
your eyebrows shot up which made him smirk. “but even if you didn’t get it, i was going to ask you anyway. i really like you… and i wanted to show that i believed in you. so i asked the recruiter if there was anything i could do to help and she said you haven’t gotten any letters of recommendation-“
well that’s because-
“-because your old supervisor didn’t want you to go, so she procrastinated writing one, despite you begging. you told me this 3 weeks ago. so i wrote one. and then i asked some of my buddies to write one. i didn’t think that they’d all write one, but i regret nothing. this was important to you, therefore it’s important to me.”
your eyes softened and he took his hand off your mouth.
“thank you.” you say eventually.
“i’m sorry for breaking into your apartment.” he replies, making you laugh and shrug.
“my place felt weird without you anyway. speaking of, you were going to ask me to be exclusive?” you step close to him, and embrace the warmth radiating from his body.
he blushes, smiles, and looks at the ceiling. “so what if i was?”
“is the offer still on the table?”
his attention snaps back to you and his gaze is wide eyed, like he couldn’t believe that you wanted him back.
you press your lips together to prevent a smile. “well?? i’m sure james from marketing would say y-“
your words were cut off by his urgent mouth on yours. you immediately respond and pull him closer as your frenzied mouths worked against each other.
it felt like two weeks of pent up energy was finally being released. he presses you back into the desk and pulls down the zipper of the skirt, revealing the lacy material underneath. it lands at your feet and so does he.
his lips pepper kisses along your bare skin between the belt and the stockings before biting down on the soft skin.
you let out a sound that’s between a moan and a yelp and hold onto his hair, earning a groan from caleb.
“caleb!”
“i missed you moaning my name like that.” he places an open mouth kiss to your upper thigh earning shaky gasps from you.
“we should wait-“
“don’t make me.” he licks a stripe over your clothed slit. “please.”
“caleb-“ you look around anxiously as he puts your legs over his shoulders. “we’re on my desk!”
“i know.” he moans and pulls the soaked material to the side. “there she is…” he murmured and dove into your heat, earning a loud moan from you.
your cunt was weeping as if it had been neglected, even though you were getting yourself off almost every night. granted, it took you longer to cum by yourself but you got there eventually…
the tip of his tongue nudges your clit and you gasp. “caleb!”
two fingers slide into you and your legs tighten around his head and caleb is exactly where he wants to be. he consumes your being like a man starved and you eventually push your monitors aside to lie back on your elbows.
you tried so hard to keep quiet but he was singing praises between you legs. soon your moans were harmonizing off each other and he had your thighs in a death grip, staring up at your blissed out face. caleb wanted to touch himself but he was sure if he did he was gonna cum. he was curving his fingers inside you and you were seeing double and his tongue was playing with your clit and- oh fuck you’re cumming and it’s blinding.
your scream fills the office and your are glad it’s after hours because your scream could shatter windows.
caleb doesn’t stop until you’re convulsing and pushing his head out from between your legs. he rises and smiles with a messy chin, a devilish glint in his eye that made you want to crawl if you could feel your legs. he leers over you and you try to close your legs. his hands clasp your legs and open them wider, shamelessly showing off your messy cunt.
he drinks in the sight of your spent body, loosens his tie and you notice the twitching hill growing in his slacks. you feel your blood run cold. his hands go to your shirt and slowly unbutton it, goosebumps raising on the exposed skin.
“i’ve been… fucking my pillows, towels, god i even jerked off to the headrest in my car… because your scents on them.” the shirt falls open and he groans. purple bra. “but your scent was fading so i….resorted to other methods.”
you wanted to question him more about the other methods but he kisses you again. you kiss him back and pull at his shirt until the sound of the buttons popping off his shirt and landing on the desk fill your ears. his shirt joins your skirt on the floor. the sight of him shirtless with a tie was sexy, and you tighten the knot around his neck.
you sit up and pull him into a hungry kiss. the two of you devour each other, and he pulls you closer. he moans into your mouth and you let out a desperate whine.
caleb fought with his urge to strip you naked and take you over the desk until it turned into scrap wood. he missed you so much and had to make up for lost time. but your office wasn’t the place for that. but he needed you, and the 20 minutes drive to your place seemed impossible at the moment. he was rutting against you and you couldn’t help but notice his desperation.
you pull away and he goes to kiss your neck, panting harshly, earning a deep groan from you but you pull his head to face you. “what’s wrong?” your murmur as you run your thumb over his bottom lip.
“nothing… just need to calm down a bit before this ends REALLY early.” he blushes and hides his face in your neck.
you chuckle and he groans in embarrassment.
“you shouldn’t be embarrassed… you’ve done it before.”
he groans louder and you laugh, making him look at you. sad purple eyes stare back at you, cheeks and ears pink.
you smile and pull on his tie lightly, earning a grunt from him. he looks at you with his pupils blown, panting heavily as his sweaty palms hold your hips. you sense his antsy stance and you scoot closer.
“do you want… me to take charge?”
caleb was going to cum in his pants. without you even touching him, he was pathetic. the thought of you on top of him, his girlfriend riding his cock taking what’s hers-
“open your eyes.”
caleb didn’t even realize he closed them. he looked at you and nodded weakly, answering your earlier question.
you smile and point to the daybed in the corner. “sit.”
he walks over to the corner abs you take in how freaking sexy his back was. you follow silently behind him and when he sits you straddle his lap slowly. he stares up at you in wonder and grabs your ass.
your heart was pounding, because truth be told, this was an agonizing two weeks for you too. you unzip his pants, earning a soft sigh from him as you free his shaft.
if caleb’s face was flushed, his cock was suffocated. the vein that went up his shaft was purple and his tip leaked endlessly of precum.
“please…” caleb rasped and bucked his hips upwards.
you nod and pull your panties off entirely before aligning yourself with his tip.
“slow.” he warned and watched intensely as you lowered yourself.
you both threw your heads back as you slid down.
he was hot and thick and your walls were already fluttering. “caleb-!”
he whimpers in reply and holds a death grip on your hips. “slower.”
you inch slower down his length, until the your hips meet and he doesn’t move the whole time. the veins in his neck bulge as he grounds himself from not flooding your walls immediately.
he exhales slowly and soon nods, and you lift your hips. lower yourself back down. finding a rhythm that is delicious torture for the both of you. your mouth falls open as he hits a deep spot inside you and you clench, making him gasp and throw his head back.
“d-don’t… don’t do that.” he begs, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. you clench again and he lets out a shuddering breath.
your pace increases and both your moans gets louder. your new couch bumps routinely into the wall as you chase both of your highs. despite caleb’s overstimulation, he starts meeting your hips with his.
this sex… was raw, messy, desperate. it’s a miracle you both lasted this long, even though it’s been less than 5 minutes. obscene sounds leave the both of you, and without much thought, you grab his tie and wrap it around your hand.
he lets out a garbled moan as you pull, and his hips are moving faster, his breathing becoming unsteady. he was going to cum. “inside?” he grunts, eyes focus on his shaft disappearing into your pussy.
“yes. yes. please.” you nod stupidly and tug harder on the tie. your stomach tightens and your head spins, your walls flutter qnd-
your head tilts back and you cum hard, excessively, flooding his lap and he groans appreciatively before crying out himself and exploding inside your heat. he babbles out curses and praises as his cock softens in you and finally collapses in the couch, with you on top of him.
you felt weightless, as if your body was going to float right up to the top floor, but caleb’s arms grounded you. his arms tightened around your waist and he kisses your ear, your neck, your shoulder….
you stiffly unclench your hand from the tie and settle for playing with his hair instead. “sorry i choked you.” you murmur.
“don’t apologize, that ruins the memory.” he breathes out then kisses your palm.
the two of you chuckle before laying in silence.
“you still haven’t asked me.” you prompt.
“was the desperate sex not enough of a declaration of devotion?” he rolls his eyes.
“declaration of devotion?” you echo. “who says that?”
“i’m not doing this with you.”
“devoted is a big word for caleb.”
“you know, im still your superior.”
“my superior that got jealous of his own imagination.”
“hey. james was ploy in my plan to ask you out. you made him into a villain.”
“james would have asked me by now.”
he sighs, and you can hear his eyes rolling. “will you be my girlfriend?”
the question made your heart stutter but you are glad he can’t see your face. “i don’t know.”
“you don’t know?” his offended tone makes you laugh and he sits up, forcing you to look at him.
your gaze wanders as you think of excuses, lips firmly pressed together to suppress a laugh. “i mean, you are my superior, and this is… highly inappropriate-“
“oh fuck that!” he exclaims and you bust up laughing, and you feel him shaking with laughter under you. “you just fucking choked me with my tie!”
“shut up! what if someone hears?” you cover his mouth but he licks your hand, making you squeal and wipe it on his chest. he shifts so he’s sitting up with you in his lap eyes unwavering. you blush and try to turn your head but you hear him go “mm mm” and his fingers find the back of you neck, angling your head towards him. he kisses you hard, so hard that you have no choice to match his energy. your thoughts cloud away and it’s just him. and when you grind your hips, you gasp as you remember that his dick, still nestled in you, begins to stir back to life.
when he pulls away, you’re glassy eyed and unfocused, leaning in for more, even as you’re panting. but he pulls back, eyes intense and focused on you. it makes your heart beat in your ears.
“let me be your boyfriend.” it’s not a question this time.
how could you say no to that?
you nod and he grins, shifting so you’re lying flat on the daybed now.
“you gotta say it, pipsqueak, but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to get the answer i want before we go home.”
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as always, please drop your thoughts, questions and concerns, i love getting comments🥹 have great night and i wish everyone who sees this gets early pity and wins their 50/50 for caleb’s new solo!
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