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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ghostface! caleb x fem! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: everything caleb does, he does it for her, even if his little bunny is far too stupid to understand that quite yet. 𝐜𝐰: dddne, noncon, threats of death, stalking, prey/predator dynamics, murder, violence, omorashi.

the woods were quiet tonight.

the soft, damp kind of quiet, where even the wind seemed to hush itself in reverence. caleb stood still beneath the canopy, moonlight glinting off the smooth curve of his hunting knife. he twirled it between his fingers idly, the same way a man might spin a pen at work. 

calm. relaxed. almost bored.

there was blood on the leaves, spattered in constellations beneath the dying man’s boots. a body slumped against the trunk of a pine tree, breath rasping wetly through punctured lungs. his fingers twitched, reaching for something that wasn’t there— his phone, maybe, or hope. 

caleb crouched in front of him slowly, his mask glinting faintly in the dark and covering his face. 

“funny thing about you,” caleb murmured, voice low, eerily calm. “you really thought she smiled at you like that because she liked you.”

he tilted his head. the ghost face mask caught the moonlight just right— smooth, impassive. “you bought her coffee. a vanilla latte, right? you couldn’t even spell her name right.” 

caleb stood over the man's trembling form, his heart pounding in his chest as he gripped the knife tightly. the man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he lay on the cold, damp ground of the forest. caleb could see the terror etched on his face, could hear the desperation in his voice as he pleaded for his life. but caleb felt no sympathy, no remorse. this man was a threat, a danger to the one person he cared about more than anything in this world.

he leaned in, close enough to whisper into the man’s ears. “you’re not the kind of guy who get to have a girl like her.” there was clear disgust in his voice. “bet you would’a fucked her and never called again,” he hissed. “bet you wouldn’t even remember what flavour she ordered. you don’t deserve her.”

the man whimpered, his hands scrabbling at the dirt as he tried to crawl away from caleb. but caleb was too quick, too strong. with a swift motion, he had the man pinned, the knife pressed against his throat as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the man's ear.

“you're a pathetic excuse for a man," caleb spat, his words dripping with contempt. “and now, you're going to pay for even thinkin’ you could have her." He punctuated his words with a sharp jab of the knife, not enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. The man screamed, his voice echoing through the darkened woods.

caleb's mind flashed back to the coffee cup, the one he had taken from the man's apartment. it was a plain thing, really, just a cheap cup from some coffee shop, disposable. but it had been hers, once. she had drunk from it, had left the lingering scent of her vanilla lotion and the faint sheen of her pink-tinted lip gloss on the rim. 

caleb had kissed that rim, had tasted the faint remnants of her on the surface. the strawberry taste still lingered, mixed perfectly with the remnants of the vanilla latte. their first kiss, in a way, as indirect as it was. he’d thumbed over her name, albeit a crude misspelling of it, idly wondering what she had thought of such a silly mistake. one he would never make, of course.

the cup was in his room, preserved like a trophy, a reminder of what this man would never have.

“you’re pathetic," caleb repeated, shaking his head as he pressed the knife harder against the man's throat. “you don't deserve to even breathe the same air as her."

caleb's violet eyes flashed with a cruel, almost manic light as he stared down at his victim, a sneer twisting his handsome features beneath the grotesque mask. he could feel the man's terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy, but they only fueled the rage burning inside him. this pathetic excuse for a man had dared to pursue her, to think he could ever be worthy of her affection. it was an insult to her.

“you fell for it, didn't you?" caleb taunted, his voice dripping with mocking laughter. “the fake photos, the sweet words, the promises of love..." he shook his head, a harsh bark of a laugh escaping him. “you actually believed it was real. you're even more stupid than i thought."

he dug his fingers into the man's skull, thick and strong from years of military training, and slammed the man's head back against the rough bark of the tree. the sickening crack of impact filled the air, followed by the man's agonized cry. caleb paid it no mind, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his masked face mere inches from the man's.

“coming out here, all alone, just for a chance to stick your dick in some girl while you were talking to mine?” caleb's words were like venom, spitting from his lips. “you didn't even have the sense to be suspicious. i could've been anyone, anything. but you couldn't resist the chance to fuck somethin’, could you?" he punctuated his question with a brutal punch to the man's ribs, feeling them crack under his force.

the sound of agony grated on his ears, but he paid it no heed. instead, he savored the delicious fear and desperation emanating from his victim, fueling the dark satisfaction coursing through his veins.

“shut up," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble beneath the grotesque mask. in one swift, brutal motion, he plunged his thick, gloved fingers into the man's open mouth, silencing his screams with a sickening muffled gargle.

the man's eyes bulged in terror as he choked and sputtered around the invading digits, his body convulsing in a panicked attempt to dislodge them. but caleb was merciless, his grip tightening as he forced his fingers deeper, pressing down on the man's tongue until it was pinned to the back of his throat.

“did you hear me?” caleb snarled, his face mere inches from the man's contorted features. “you don't deserve to make a sound, you piece of shit."

with his free hand, caleb raised the knife, the blade glinting cold and cruel in the moonlight filtering through the bare tree branches. he aimed it at the man's chest, directly over his frantically pounding heart. his movements were precise, memorized. he’d done this before, countless times. it almost came easier with each kill.

the man's eyes widened in dawning horror as he realized the true extent of his predicament, his struggles growing weaker and more desperate.

with a unnerving ease, caleb plunged the knife straight into the man’s heart, burying it to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust. the man’s body shuddered once, twice, then went limp, his life’s blood beginning to seep out around the embedded blade, his bite on caleb’s fingers growing weaker with each passing moment.

caleb stood over him for a long moment, ensuring with grim satisfaction that the light had faded from the man’s eyes, that the last ragged breath had left his lungs. only then did he slowly withdraw the knife, huffing as he wiped the blood knife on his pants. 

the woods were quieter now at least.

caleb stood still, his breath fogging in the cool night air, the ghost face mask pushed up a bit to reveal sweat-matted hair and a jaw clenched tight with some simmering emotion. beneath his boots, the soil had been turned over, scuffed and soaked— evidence of the struggle, now over.

his chest heaved as he stared at what was left. a body, slack and cooling. blood darkened the forest floor in uneven blotches, but caleb barely registered it anymore as he wiped a globed hand down the back of his top, annoyed by how messy is had gotten.

the irritation wasn’t guilt. no— it never was. it was the inconvenience. 

he huffed and tilted his head back, eyes briefly closing. 

and there she was. in his mind’s eye, like always. her name thrummed under his skin, a prayer that spilled without sound past his lips. that soft smile, the way she always said “thank you” when the barista handed over her order— not even realizing he was always there, a table or two away, watching her like clockwork.

they never really spoke. she waved sometimes, polite, kind. probably thought he was just another familiar face in the neigborhood. just a friendly acquaintance who offered to buy her coffee when she was short on change, who gave her instructions when she was heading somewhere new, who always opened the door for her. 

but he wasn’t just that. not to her. at least, not in the twisted world he’d build around her. 

back home, his room was a shrine, a sanctuary dedicated to her. 

photos. dozens of them. blurry polaroids of her at the cafe, stepping off the bus, walking home alone at dusk. a few were torn at the corners, stained from being clutched a little too long in sweaty hands. others, almost wilted and thin, from “overuse” and vaguely blemish with semen stains. one had a coffee ring in the margin— accidental, but he didn’t mind.

he had her lip balm. found it once on the sidewalk outside the bookstore. her lost glove from last winter. a napkin she doodled on, then crumpled and tossed aside. a newspaper clipping with her name and picture framed. a dried flower she’d dropped once. five empty coffee cups he’d pulled from the trash, her lip gloss smudging the rims in faint pink arcs. 

she was perfect. 

and she was his.

it didn’t matter that she didn’t know that yet.

he hadn’t planned to kill, not at first. it started with warnings— scaring off the men who asked her out. eliminating those who smiled too long or lingered in her space. anyone who dared look at her for more than a passing moment. a young woman who had pushed past her a little too roughly while she was in a rush, bruising up his poor baby’s shoulder. anyone she complained about in passing to her friends while he was eavesdropping. 

and now, the man who had bought her coffee and called her “sweetheart” with a little too much ease. caleb had found his profile online, catfished him and lured him here under a fake name alias with worrying ease. it hadn’t taken much, men were pathetic like that, thinking with their dicks.

now, the man was silent, another shadow to hide in the woods. caleb nudged the body once with his boot, watching the way it didn’t react. his face didn’t twist with regret. only mild annoyance. 

caleb sighed and rolled his shoulders back, catching his breath as the silence of the woods settled around him once more. he reached down with one bloodied glove and lifted the ghostface mask dangling from his neck— the smooth plastic slick with condensation, the expression forever frozen in a mocking scream. empty black eyes, a drooping mouth stretched in theatrical terror.

he slid it back over his face, adjusting the strap until it clung tight, sealing away the man beneath. there was no use lingering here any longer, and anyways, it was growing late. he needed to be up early to catch her before she got on her morning bus. 

he took one step back from the body— and froze.

a sound cracked through the stillness. a brittle gasp, followed by the sharp snap of a tree branch underfoot.

he turned sharply, eyes locking onto the pale figure at the edge of the clearing.

(name).

she stood halfway between the trees, framed by moonlight and disbelief. her hands were clutched to her chest, eyes wide, mouth parted in horror. she wasn’t supposed to be here— not now, not like this, not ever. her sundress fluttered faintly in the breeze, a red and white gingham patterned dress, a thin cream cardigan over her shoulders that did absolutely nothing against the bite in the air.

too cold for a girl like her. too fragile.

he wanted to scold her. what was she doing out here alone, dressed like that? didn’t she know what kind of things roamed the woods at night? didn’t she know what kind of men watched her?

his mind raced, heart pounding behind the blank mask. 

she took a shaky step back, stumbling over the uneven ground. her eyes flicked from the knife in his hand to the still body behind him, and her breath hitched.

she was going to run.

caleb took a cautious step forward, slow and deliberate, hands low at his sides. not threatening. not yet. but she didn’t understand— she couldn’t. not with the mask. not with the blood.

“hey,” he breathed behind the mask, voice muffled and desperate, though she couldn’t hear it properly. “don’t run.”

she did anyway. or tried to. her heel caught on a root and she stumbled again, nearly falling.

it was pure instinct really, she spun and bolted, heart thumping in her throat as she picked herself up and ran as fast as she could through the woods, her feet pounding against the  earth as she fled.

behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps and ragged breathing echoed through the trees, drawing closer with each passing second. caleb's violet eyes glinted with a cruel, predatory light as he watched his prey flee, a dark thrill surging through him. he could see the fear etched into every line of her body, the way her breath came in short, frantic gasps as she ran.

her hair whipped behind her as she leapt over fallen tree stumps, the rough bark scraping against her palms and leaving faint red lines etched into her soft skin. sharp branches clawed at her cheeks, catching in her hair and snagging the sleeves of her sweater. she barely felt the sting, too consumed by the primal urge to escape the terrifying man pursuing her.

to caleb, she looked like a little bunny, all wide-eyed and panicked, her legs pumping furiously as she zigged and zagged through the dense underbrush. he could hear her heart hammering in her chest, could practically taste the fear radiating from her trembling form. it was intoxicating, invigorating, and he found himself chasing after her with renewed vigor.

his long strides ate up the distance between them, and he could feel himself gaining on her with each passing second. she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide with terror as she caught sight of the masked figure rapidly approaching. a choked sob tore from her throat, spurring her to run even faster.

 her voice was pitched with genuine fear, unaware who this man was, only that he was chasing her with the single-minded intent of causing her harm. 

caleb could hear the desperation in her voice, the way it wavered and broke on the frigid air. he could see the way her chest heaved with each labored breath, could practically feel her heart pounding in time with his own. he knew she was tiring, knew that her legs would give out soon.

caleb reveled in the thrilling pursuit, his heart pounding with a dark exhilaration as he leisurely chased after his terrified prey. He could have easily overtaken her in an instant, his military training and natural athleticism far surpassing her own meager physical abilities. but he indulged her, letting her believe she had a chance at escape, even as he relished the delicious sounds of her desperate panting and the melodic, if frightened, cries spilling from her pretty lips.

to him, she was a vision of helpless beauty, her dark hair whipping wildly behind her as she stumbled through the underbrush. like a frightened little bunny, he mused, watching her legs pump furiously and her eyes dart about, wide and fearful. he could see the way her dress, a delicate gingham print, fluttered against her thighs with each panicked stride. it was almost a shame to see such a lovely garment marred by the occasional green smudge of grass and dirt, clinging to the fabric as she ran.

caleb's eyes narrowed as he watched her approach a fallen tree trunk, its gnarled roots stretching out like the skeletal fingers of some long-buried creature. he could see the poorly timed jump coming from a mile away, could practically predict the precise moment she would lose her footing. and yet, he made no move to stop her, no attempt to warn her of the impending fall.

as he suspected, her foot caught on a gnarled root, sending her tumbling to the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs and startled cries. caleb slowed his pace, his heart clenching unexpectedly as he watched her pretty dress ride up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs to the cold air and the unforgiving forest floor. her knees, he noted with a pang of something almost akin to tenderness, were already littered with thin red lines, the scratches a testament to her desperate flight.

approaching her, deliberately, caleb reached out and settled a large, gloved hand around the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, could hear the way her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to scramble away from him. but he held her firm, his grip tightening just enough to keep her pinned to the ground, to remind her of his strength.

caleb grimaced as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him, her desperate attempts to escape only serving to annoy and frustrate him further. the sight of her skin, now scraped and scratched from her collision with the forest floor, only added to his growing exasperation.

with a low grunt, he move to step on her dress with a large, dirty boot, further restricting her movement and ability to escape.

“shhh,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble beneath the grotesque mask. “you're only makin’ this harder for yourself." despite his gentle words, there was an unmistakable edge to his tone, a dark warning that went unheeded by his squirming prey.

she, however, failed to heed his unspoken advice, continuing to thrash and struggle, her small fists pummeling weakly at his arms ands legs as she tried to push him away. 

caleb gritted his teeth, a low growl building in his throat as he fought the urge to simply pin her down by force, to overwhelm her with his superior strength until she submitted.

but she was relentless in her desperation, her fear lending her a strength she might not have otherwise possessed. caleb could feel her heart racing beneath her dress, could hear the ragged, terrified gasps of air escaping her pretty lips as she panted with exertion and fear.

caleb's patience snapped like a frayed rope. with a sharp, frustrated hiss, he reached for the knife at his belt, the blade glinting cold and menacing in the fading light. he pressed the tip against the delicate skin of her shoulder, feeling it yield beneath the unrelenting pressure.

a choked scream filled the air, her body going rigid beneath him as the realization of her true danger crashed over her like a wave. but caleb paid her no heed, his focus solely on pinning his little bunny to the ground, on ending her foolish struggles once and for all.

caleb's violet eyes glinted with a dark, almost feverish light as he watched the knife pierce her delicate skin, a thin line of crimson welling up around the invasive blade. he could feel her trembling beneath him, could hear the ragged, terrified sobs spilling from her lips as he forced the knife deeper, the metal sinking into the soft earth with a sickening squelch.

but caleb was not a cruel man, not truly, at least not with her. he knew he had to be careful, had to ensure that his little bunny remained unharmed, save for the necessary wounds to keep her pinned and at his mercy. 

he thought of her as a delicate butterfly, one that he longed to pin to a board, to preserve for all eternity. the image sent a perverse thrill through him, a dark desire to claim her, to possess her completely.

with a final, brutal twist, caleb forced the blade through the dirt, the knife now standing upright and pinning her shoulder to the ground. she let out a choked whimper, her body going pliant beneath him as the last vestiges of her strength drained away. caleb could feel the heat of her skin, the way her pulse raced beneath his fingertips as he pressed down on her, keeping her immobilize.

“shhh…” he murmured again, his voice a low, soothing rumble beneath the lifeless mask. “you gotta be still, now. fightin’ will only make this harder for you." he traced the line of her jaw with a gloved finger, marveling at the way her skin felt beneath the supple leather, at the delicate curve of her chin. 

caleb's gaze raked over the length of her body, taking in the way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs, the way her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. he could imagine her, forever preserved in this moment, a pretty bug pinned to a velvet board, her wings forever spread in a futile attempt at escape.

the thought sent a dark, possessive thrill through him, a deep longing to claim her, to keep her, to make her his for eternity. he knew it was a sinful, twisted desire, but he couldn't help the way his heart raced at the mere idea of owning this beautiful creature, of watching her tremble and squirm.

“’m not gonna hurt you. not really." the lie rolled off his tongue like honey, smooth and sweet, even as his heart raced with a dark, twisted excitement.

the sudden scent of urine assaulted his nostrils, the acrid aroma of her fear and humiliation filling the air between them. caleb's gaze flicked down, taking in the dark stain spreading across the fabric of her panties, the damp patch growing larger and more prominent with each passing second. the moisture had seeped through the thin cotton, leaving a telling wet spot on the dirt beneath her trembling form.

“you’ve made a mess, haven't you?" caleb taunted, a cruel edge to his voice as he pointed out her shameful display. “like a little kid, pissin’ herself in fear. do i really scare you that much?.” he tsked, shaking his head in mock disapproval even as a perverse thrill ran through him at the sight of her debasement.

all that left her was a pathetic whimper , her cheeks flushing a deep, mortified red beneath the dirt and tears streaking her face. she tried weakly to close her legs, to hide the evidence of her fear, but caleb was having none of it. 

he pressed the toe of his boot firmly against her thigh, the rough leather digging into her soft flesh as he forced her legs apart, keeping her shamefully exposed.

“please," she begged, her voice breaking on a pathetic, choked sob. “d-don’t—“ tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her temples and disappearing into her hair. she was utterly humiliated, her pride and dignity stripped away, leaving her raw and vulnerable beneath his merciless gaze.

caleb could feel the way her thigh trembled beneath his boot, could sense the desperate, futile way she strained against the knife pinning her down. he knew she was trying to close her legs, to hide the dark stain of her shame, but he wouldn't allow it. no, he wanted her to feel the full force of her humiliation, wanted her to know that he saw her, that he knew the true depths of her fear. that he still loved her regardless.

unable to resist, caleb reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, his fingers curling around the bunched up fabric. with a sharp, brutal tug, he yanked the skirt up and over, exposing her stained panties and the creamy skin of her thighs to the chilly night air. he could see the way the flimsy cotton clung to her slit, the  dampness spreading like a sickening rorschach test.

“dirty girl.”

as she thrashed and struggled, her foot caught on the bottom of caleb’s mask, the rough edge catching and tugging. for a moment, the mask threatened to lift up completely, to reveal the identity of her attacker. it lifted just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, his mouth and the firm frown now settled on dry lips.

caleb cursed under his breath, his hand flying up to grip the mask, holding it firmly in place even as he glared down at her with a look of pure, unadulterated anger and frustration.

“fuckin’ squirmy brat," caleb snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl. 

he pressed down harder on the knife handle pinning her shoulder, forcing a pained cry from her lips. the sound only fueled caleb's twisted lust, his cock twitching in his pants as he reveled in her suffering.

 he could feel her trembling beneath him, could sense the way her body instinctively tried to shy away from his touch. but there was no escape, no respite from the nightmare she now found herself in.

“don’t cry now, bunny,” caleb mocked, his thumb rubbing cruel circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her skin even through the soaked fabric. “i’m not doin’ anythin’ you don’t want.” 

caleb could feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton, could sense the way her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite her fear and revulsion.

she whimpered pathetically, fresh tears leaking from her eyes as she stared up at her attacker with a look of utter desperation. “please," she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, “please, don't do this. i won’t tell anyone, i swear. j-just let me go."

a harsh, barking laugh tore from his throat, devoid of any true humor. “you beg so prettily. i think you're just a brat who needs to be put in her place, isn’t that right?” 

caleb fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her to ‘nod’ in response to his line of questioning. it only forced another whine and whimper past her lips.

he pressed his thumb harder against her slit, rubbing the sensitive nerves through the damp fabric until she was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking and jerking in a futile attempt to escape.

caleb's other hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, his fingers curling beneath the elastic as he began to tug the garment down. she let out a choked sob, her hands scrabbling against the dirt and leaves beneath her as she tried to stop him, to hold the last barrier between them in place.

but it was no use. with a sharp, brutal yank, caleb tore the panties down her thighs, leaving them tangled around her knees. 

his breath came in harsh, ragged pants as he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his desperation to claim his prize overriding any semblance of control. he could feel the heat of his own arousal burning through him, his cock throbbing and aching for the tight, warm embrace of her most intimate depths.

this was all he’d ever wanted.

with a low, animalistic growl, caleb fisted his hand in her hair once more, gripping the tresses tightly as he forced her head to the side. her cheek pressed against the cold, damp earth, the soil clinging to her flushed skin as she whimpered, still squirming uselessly.

 “stop movin’, you’re going to make a bigger mess.”

straddling her hips at least somewhat, caleb freed his straining erection from the confines of his pants, the thick length slapping against the smooth skin of her thigh with an obscene sound. precum leaked from the swollen, purplish head, smearing a sticky trail of moisture across her flesh as he ground his hips against hers.

she let out a choked sob, her body shaking with the force of her terror and disgust. she could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could sense the way it throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own. the knowledge of his intent, of the violation he meant to inflict upon her, made her want to scream, to claw at the earth and beg for mercy.

but caleb was beyond mercy, beyond reason. he could only think of one thing, could only focus on the primal, all-consuming need to claim this defiant little brat, to make her his in the most brutal and primal way possible.

bringing his fingers to his mouth, caleb sucked on them, coating the digits with his saliva. he could taste the salt of her tears, the bitter tang of her fear, and it only spurred him on further, only made him more determined to take what he wanted.

with a rough, brutal motion, caleb forced his slick fingers between her thighs, lewdly smearing his saliva on her cunt, using a thumb to circle her little entrance.  sloppily, he lined his throbbing, aching cock to her hole, gritting his teeth as he heard her begin to wail. 

with that, caleb drove forward with a brutal, animalistic snarl, the thick head of his cock pushing past her dry, clenched folds. he could feel her tightness, could sense the way her virgin walls resisted his invasion, clinging desperately to the last shreds of her innocence. 

but caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own lust to care about her pain, her suffering. 

he set a punishing, relentless pace, his hips slamming against her with each brutal thrust. the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with her anguished cries and caleb's own harsh, ragged pants. 

he could feel every inch of her tight, hot cunt gripping his cock like a vice, and it only spurred him on, only made him fuck into her harder, deeper, with a ferocity that bordered on violent.

she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse from the pain and the cruel, relentless assault on her most intimate place. she could feel every excruciating inch of caleb's cock stretching her, splitting her open, as he rutted into her like an animal in heat. the knife in her shoulder jostled with each brutal thrust, sending bolts of agony radiating through her arm and down her spine.

but even through the pain, she could feel something else, a traitorous spark of pleasure that made her want to scream even louder, to wail her torment to the uncaring sky above. it was a sick, twisted reaction, her body betraying her as the man used her for his own sick gratification.

“shhh, no one can hear you here. ‘wouldn’t want to attract a big, scary animal when you’re in such a state, hm?”

he could feel her shiver beneath him at his words, biting her tongue as she sobbed and cried. 

so, so cute.

caleb could hear the way her screams took on a different pitch, a higher, more desperate sound that sent a dark thrill through his veins. he had imagined this moment countless times, had pictured her just like this— naked, helpless, and screaming her pleasure even as he violated her. he had stroked his cock to the thought of her, had spilled his seed on the stolen mitten and her pretty polaroid, imagining the way she would sound, the way she would feel wrapped around him.

“you’re just as pretty as i thought," caleb grunted, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “such a good little brat, screaming for me like this. i knew you'd be a screamer, known it from the moment i first saw you."

caleb could feel the sudden, sharp tension that gripped her body as the  realization dawned on her with his careless slip. the tight clench of her inner walls around his pistoning cock became almost painfully exquisite, her muscles fluttering and grasping as if trying to expel the unwanted invader. 

he gritted his teeth against the sudden resistance, his hips stuttering briefly before he forced himself to maintain the brutal, punishing pace.

she remained silent aside from her sobs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps and muffled whimpers. the knowledge that this attack was not the random act of a stranger, but a targeted assault by someone who knew her, had been watching her, hung heavy in the air between them. 

caleb knew he should be more careful, and yet… he enjoyed the thought of her being more wary, constantly looking over her shoulder, horrified that her stalker and rapist would come around the corner and hunt her down again. 

leaning in closer, caleb brought his masked face down to hover mere inches above hers. through the eyes, he could see the wide, horrified eyes staring back at him, the whites glinting in the moonlight. he could feel her breath, hot and ragged, puffing against the cold plastic of his mask. he knew she couldn't see his face, not truly, but he wanted her to know he was there, that he was the one violating her, claiming her.

“ease up, bunny," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble even as his hand slid up to grip her thigh. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading, reminding her of his strength, his dominance. “you’re only making this harder on yourself."

he could see the confusion and fear warring in her eyes, could sense the way her mind raced with questions she dared not ask. he knew she wanted to know why, wanted to understand the reason behind this sick, twisted assault. but caleb had no intention of explaining himself, of giving her the closure she craved.

instead, he wanted to savour this moment, to revel in the power he held over her. he had dreamed of this for so long, had fantasized about the way she would feel, the way she would sound as he took her. and now, here she was, pinned beneath him, her body yielding to his every brutal thrust.

“kiss me.”

caleb could sense her confusion, could see the way her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of his gruff command. she let out a weak, choked sound, her voice hoarse from screaming and the dirt clinging to her tear-stained cheeks. 

“b-but—“ she sputtered weakly, her words trailing off into a muffled whimper.

a grin twisted Caleb's lips beneath the mask as he reached up with his free hand, tapping against the large, downturned mouth carved into the plastic. he traced the curved line, his thumb pressing against the cold, smooth surface, before he pressed his own lips together in a mocking imitation of a kiss beneath the mask, not that she could see.

“kiss me," caleb repeated, his voice a low, menacing rasp, a demand. “i wanna  feel your pretty lips on mine. don’t make me ask twice."

he could see the way her chest heaved with panicked, shallow breaths, the way her tearful eyes searched his masked face for any hint of mercy. 

even with the dirt smudging her fair skin and the few stray scratches marring her delicate features, even with her hair a wild, mussed tangle around her face, caleb found her more beautiful than he ever had before.

she was a vision of debased, defiled perfection, a fallen angel splayed out beneath him, her wings clipped and broken. the sight of her like this, the knowledge that he was the one to bring her so low, sent a dark, possessive thrill through caleb's veins. he wanted to mark her, to claim her in every way possible, to make her his for all eternity.

she let out a choked sob, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head weakly. 

with a pointed thrust, he growled again, his patience wearing thin. his hand slid up to grip her chin, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he forced her head to turn towards him. he could feel the way she trembled, could sense the desperate, futile way she tried to pull away. But he held

she hesitated, her lower lip trembling violently as she stared at the downturned mouth of the mask hovering before her. with a shuddering, reluctant motion, she leaned in, pressing her soft, tear-stained lips against the cold, unyielding plastic. a choked sob escaped her as she did, her breath hitching and catching in her throat.

caleb's eyes widened in shock beneath the mask at the feeling of her lips against his own, even through the barrier of plastic and fabric. the shy, hesitant gesture sent a bolt of electricity through him, igniting a fire in his core that he couldn't hope to extinguish. unable to resist the urge, caleb found himself pressing his own lips back against the inside of the mask, as if he could feel the ghost of her kiss, the phantom pressure of her mouth against his own.

it was too much, too intense, too perfect. the sensation of finally claiming her lips, even in such a way, of marking her in the most intimate way possible, coupled with the tight, fluttering clench of her cunt around his pistoning cock, pushed caleb over the precipice. 

with a guttural, animalistic groan that echoed through the mask and into the night air, caleb came, his hips jerking and stuttering as he spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside of her.

his nails dug into the soft flesh of her sides, the sharp points of his gloves biting into her skin hard enough to leave marks, to brand her as his own. caleb could feel her own body convulsing beneath him, her legs quivering and shaking as her own release washed over her. the walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop of his essence.

she let out a strangled, broken cry, her back arching off the ground as her orgasm crashed through her. tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving with ragged, painful breaths as she came undone beneath caleb, her body betraying her with the force of her unwanted pleasure.

caleb could only groan in dark ecstasy as he pumped load after load of his hot cum into her spasming cunt, filling her up until she was dripping with his seed. 

he had dreamed of this moment for so long, had fantasized about claiming her, violating her, and now it was finally happening. she was finally his in every way that mattered.

caleb remained still, buried deep inside her spasming heat, as he listened to her muffled sobs and whimpers. her body twitched and shuddered around him, hypersensitive from the brutal, unwanted pleasure he had forced upon her. he could feel every clench, every flutter of her inner walls as she tried to adjust to the thick, heavy load of his seed sloshing inside her.

a dark, possessive part of caleb reveled in her distress, in the knowledge that he had broughther to such a broken, shattered state. he knew she probably feared for her life, probably believed that he meant to snuff out her existence as easily as he had violated her body. but Caleb had no intention of killing her, not when he had so much more planned for her.

no, everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her. 

caleb gritted his teeth as he felt her body beginning to still, her sobs fading into hiccuping, shuddering breaths. with a low, reluctant groan, he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her cunt, the obscene sound of their mixed fluids filling the air as he withdrew.

she let out a choked, pained whimper as caleb’s cock slipped free of her battered body, a fresh gush of cum leaking out of her abused hole to trickle down the curve of her ass. she made a feeble attempt to close her legs, to cover herself, but caleb was quicker. he stepped forward, his boot pressing down on her thigh, pinning her beneath his heel and keeping her trapped, all spread open for his viewing pleasure.

caleb tucked himself away with quick, efficient motions, his pants and mask slipping back into place as he loomed over her broken form. he could see the way she stared up at him with a mix of fear and confusion, her tearful eyes searching his masked face for answers, for some hint of his intentions.

a sigh escaped caleb’s lips hearing her go back to her pathetic begging, pitiful and annoying as he finished adjusting himself.  

he wanted to shake her, to scream at her that she was being foolish, that he would never dream of ending her life. 

didn't she understand that everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her? that everything he did was a necessary evil, that even hurting her was needed so she could understand what would happen if he wasn’t there watching over her?

but she was too blind, too stupid to see the truth. she could only focus on her own fear, on the pain and humiliation of being violated in such a brutal manner. caleb knew he would have to be patient, would have to guide her gently towards the path of enlightenment.

with a grunt of effort, caleb reached down and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the knife protruding from her shoulder. she let out a sharp, pained cry as he slowly, carefully eased the blade out of her flesh, a small trickle of blood welling up in its wake.

“shh, quiet now," caleb murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble even as he discarded the knife to the side. “i’m not gonna kill you yet.” he ran a hand through his hair, the dark strands slightly disheveled from their brutal coupling. “i like to play with my food first.”

caleb then bent down, his masked face hovering over hers as removed his boot from her thigh. she let out a shuddering breath as the pressure against her leg eased, as the crumpled fabric of her dress was released from beneath his heel.

“now, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this," caleb hummed, his voice threatening. “promise me that you'll keep this our little secret, just between us, alright bunny?” 

caleb watched with an amused smile as she violently nodded her head, her tear-stained face twisting in a mixture of horror and desperate agreement. she forced herself to sit up, her movements clumsy and pained as she stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes.

the sight of her, bruised and battered, her dress torn and hiked up around her hips, sent a strange sensation through caleb's chest. he found her so damn cute like this, so utterly adorable in her fear and distress. he wanted nothing more than to lean down and capture her lips with his own once more, to claim her mouth in a searing kiss that would leave no doubt as to who she belonged to.

but he resisted the urge, knowing that he had to be smart, had to play this just right. he couldn't let her know that he was the one behind the mask, the one who had violated and defiled her so thoroughly. not yet, anyway.

instead, he nudged her thigh with the toe of his boot, the casual, almost playful gesture a stark contrast to the brutal way he had just used her. 

“run, little bunny," caleb taunted, his voice a low, mocking rumble. “run as fast as you can, before I change my mind and decide to have some more fun with you."

she shuddered at the threat, her body jerking as if physically struck. she didn't need to be told twice. 

with a choked sob, she scrambled to her feet, her legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath her. she cast one last terrified glance up at Caleb, at the imposing figure looming over her, before she turned and stumbled away.

caleb watched her go, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her retreating form disappear into the shadows of the woods. he knew she wouldn't tell anyone, knew that his sweet little bunny was too smart to risk his wrath again. she was a good girl, his girl, and he knew she would keep this their special secret.

her lingered in the quiet hush of the woods, shadows stretching long beneath the fading twilight long after she was out of sight, lost in thoughts of her.

a slow, almost tender smile curved beneath the ghostface mask. soon, he would stand before her as himself— caleb— no mask, no darkness. just a man who loved her more than reason.

tomorrow, when he finds her at the café— eyes weary, hands trembling— she’ll have no choice but to lean on him. he’ll be the shoulder she cries on, the calm in her chaos, welcoming her with open arms that know no refusal.

he imagined her cheeks flushed with quiet trauma, her wide eyes searching, needing comfort. she would need him, and he would be there— a steady harbour in the storm of her fear. his arms would wrap around her like a shield, warm and unwavering.

the words he would speak were already rehearsed in his mind— soft promises, whispered only for her ears, meant to soothe the trembling inside her, to remind her she was never alone. because caleb knew her better than anyone. he knew exactly what she needed.

the forest held its breath as he exhaled slowly, the scent of pine and earth grounding the obsession that drove him— a love fierce enough to shatter the silence of the night.

she would need him. she would come to him. and when she did, he’d be waiting.

ghostface caleb i lobe u... my door is literally wide open. i've been working on this for awhile but i don't think i'm the best person to put my ideas into writing because i get so repetitive and i always end up losing the plot. maybe if i proofread my works before posting i would eliminate this issue however i would like to save myself the embarrassment.

[piroulinewafers]

Hi! Any chance you're willing to write a Xavier x MC fic? Maybe something involving them cuddling for a late afternoon nap and someone shifting just right leading to an involuntary/instinct driven dry humping session? I love your works and would love to see your interpretation of our sleepy/spicy starbunny. ❤️

𝐚/𝐧: i've been slacking lately 😮‍💨 but but i love writing for xavier... i recently played through his new card from the recent multi banner and the teaser for this upcoming banner of his has me on my knees... i need him so bad.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: xavier x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: dryhumping ig. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the late afternoon sun slanted lazily through the sheer curtains, golden and warm, casting soft patterns over the modest room. outside, the world was distant— a muffled hum of wind and birdsong. 

nestled atop a slightly messy bed draped in pale linen sheets, she lay curled on her side, tucked neatly against xavier’s chest, her head resting just beneath his collarbone. his arm draped over her waist, heavy and warm, anchoring her in place like he had no intention of letting her move anytime soon. their legs were tangled beneath the thin blanket, his much longer than hers, and the bed smelled faintly of laundry detergent and whatever gentle cologne clung to him after a shower. 

she shifted a little, her fingers absently brushing against his shirt. “you knocked bun-bun off again.”

there was a pause. then, a noncommittal hum. “and galaxy kid. i just got him.” 

another hum. softer this time, like he hadn’t heard her. but she knew he had. he always did.

“xavier,” she said, voice just a bit firmer with the tiniest hint of a pout. “you do it every time. i put them on the bed, and then when i come back, they’re on the floor.”

“mm,” he murmured, voice flat and slow like thick honey. “too many of them.”

“they’re not even in your way. you always throw them off my side too.”

he didn’t answer this time.

she pulled back just enough to look at him. his face was unreadable, eyes half-lidded and mouth in that same soft, neutral line. but the faintest flush dusted the tips of his ears, betraying him.

“…you’re jealous,” she whispered.

“of plush toys?” his voice was calm, almost deadpan. “that’s ridiculous.”

“you are,” she insisted, but it came out more like a giggle. “you keep doing it, even with the new ones. and you never look at them unless you’re glaring at them behind my back.”

xavier didn’t even bother to defend himself. 

“they stare,” he muttered, dipping his head to press it firmly against the crook of her neck like he could disappear there. “i don’t like them.”

“they’re plushies, xavier.”

“still stare.”

she giggled again, soft and breathy. her hand came to gently card through his light hair, brushing it back from his face. “you’re so stubborn and mean to them.”

“they’re in the way.”

“you’re in the way more,” she teased, poking at his arm draped over her waist. "too bad.." he said bluntly, but his voice was quieter now, tinged with something sheepish. he nuzzled further into her neck, burying his nose there. “i’m warm. and sleepy. and your nagging is giving me a headache.”

“i’m not nagging,” she whispered, feigning hurt. “i just think it’s silly.”

there was a silence again, save for the soft rustle of sheets and the rhythm of the breathing. xavier’s arm tightened just slightly around her waist, pulling her in the last few centimetres until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between them.

his voice came again, quieter now. “i like it like this. just you.”

her fingers drifted absently through xavier’s hair, soft and slow, tracing little patterns against his scalp. she could feel the way he relaxed under her touch, how his breath deepened, his body heavy with comfort against hers. but there was something else there too— subtle, but familiar. the faint tension in the arm around her waist. the way his hips had shifted, just slightly, when she curled in closer.

she peeked up at him, voice barely above a whisper. “…still warm?”

his eyes opened, barely. those striking blue irises caught hers in the golden light, unreadable as always. “too warm,” he said flatly. he didn’t move away.

she smiled a little, shy but amused, letting her fingertips trail down from his hair to the edge of his jaw. “you always say that. but you never let go.”

“didn’t say I wanted to.”

he sounded tired still, but there was a faint rasp to his tone now, something low and rough that made her chest flutter. she shifted a little, unintentionally brushing her knee up against his thigh as she adjusted in his hold. he didn’t flinch— but his breath caught for the briefest moment, like she’d nudged something tightly coiled inside him.

she stilled.

then, almost sheepish, “are you really jealous of bun-bun?”

silence. his arm tightened at her back. 

“he’s on the floor for a reason.”

“you don’t even let me hug them when you’re here,” she said, a little bolder this time, voice hushed but warm with mischief. “you pull them right out of my arms…”

“you don’t need to be hugging them all the time.”

“i think you’re being greedy.”

“…i am.” he murmured without hesitation.

her breath hitched softly. she shifted again, this time slower, her thigh brushing more deliberately against his. he was hard now— barely restrained, pressed firm and obvious between them where their bodies met under the blanket. she felt heat rush to her face, but she didn’t pull back. 

xavier’s gaze flickered down to her lips, then back to her eyes. still calm, but his hand moved— slow, steady— sliding from her waist to the curve of her hip, fingers digging in just enough to keep her still.

“you’re doing that on purpose,” he said quietly. 

she blinked up at him, soft and wide-eyed. “doing what?”

he didn’t answer. instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the side of her neck— warm, lazy and a little rough. she felt his breath, the edge of his teeth grazing her skin, and her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt.

“x-xavier…”

she couldn’t think straight. not when his hand slid under the hem of her shirt, fingers cool against her back, holding her there like he needed her closer than skin allowed. he rocked against her gently, just once, and she felt the friction of it— slow, hot, deliberate.

a tiny mewled gasp escaped her lips.

he kissed her again, a little lower now, just beneath her jaw. “don’t make that sound,” he murmured, almost to himself. “you’ll make me worse.”

her breath caught but she didn’t stop him. and when he rocked against her again, slower this time, she buried her face in his neck, her arms winding tightly against his neck. 

soft, shaky little exhales escaped her throat, fingers curling at the back of his neck as he rolled his hips against hers. her thighs squeezed around his leg, body instinctively pressing closer, needing more of him even if her voice couldn’t quite say it. 

xavier’s hand slid lower, splaying across her lower back as if to hold her right where he wanted her. his forehead pressed to hers, and she could feel the soft pant of his breath between them, the rare flush during his pale cheeks. 

“…you’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. 

she gave the tiniest nod. “i-i can’t help it,” she whispered. “you keep…”

she trailed off with a soft sound as he ground his hips more firmly against her, just enough pressure to steal he breath. the friction was growing deliciously unbearable— just fabric between them now, hot and damp and thin with the way their bodies moved.

he swallowed, his eyes fixed on her face. “you always make that face…”

her lashes fluttered, lips parted with another little moan, and he leaned down like he couldn’t take it, mouth brushing against hers. not quite kissing her, just breathing the same hot, humid air.

“don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. “i’ll lose my mind.”

her heart stammered, arms tightening around him. “i’m not trying to…”

“you are,” he said, a bit firmer now, his tone low and nearly scolding. “you always do. looking at me like you want something but won’t ask…” his words were almost a huffy grumble. it was almost endearing.

she buried her face into the crook of his neck, flushed red, whispering, “i don’t know how.”

he exhaled slowly through his nose. his hand slid between them, not quite touching her where she needed, but dangerously close— fingers resting low on her stomach, pressing down ever so slightly as he rutted against her again, slower this time, dragging out the friction until she whimpered softly into his skin. 

“just hold onto me then,”

the sound of their bodies grinding together, the rough fabric of their clothes creating a delicious friction, filled the room. the bed frame creaked rhythmically, a lewd symphony accompanying their fervent coupling.

xavier's hair, now damp and disheveled from the intensity of their passion, clung to his brow, sharp blue eyes clenched shut. the lean, muscular lines of his body, hidden beneath the confines of his loose sweater and pants, flexed and tensed as he rutted against her with increasing urgency.

the fabric of his cream coloured pants, once crisp and neat, now felt uncomfortably constricting. the material bunched and stuffed between his thighs, rubbing against his hardening length in a way that bordered on painful. the rough texture of his boxers, damp with the evidence of his arousal, chafed against his sensitive skin with every thrust. but xavier was too far gone in his lust to care, too consumed by the overwhelming need to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

her fingers clawed at his back, her short nails digging into his skin through the thin material of his shirt. her body arched up against his, her chest heaving and straining against the confines of her top. the heat of her skin, flushed and fevered with desire, seeped through the fabric, only serving to fuel the inferno raging within xavier.

he could feel it building, that telltale tightening in his gut, the electric spark of impending release. his hips jerked erratically, the force of his ruts growing more desperate and intense as he chased their shared climax. the bed frame shuddered beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall in a staccato rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart.

as the waves of ecstasy crashed over xavier, his body shuddered and jerked beside her. the sudden, intense heat and pressure building in his groin reached a crescendo before erupting, his cock pulsing and throbbing against the confines of his pants and boxers. the damp fabric, already uncomfortable from their frenzied rutting, now grew even more so as it absorbed his release. the sticky, warm sensation of his cum, trapped and contained within his undergarments, made the material cling obscenely to his sensitive skin.

xavier let out a guttural, animalistic groan, his voice a low and ragged rumble as he rode out the aftershocks of his climax. his hips continued to twitch and jerk, grinding his now spent and softening length against her clothed sex, as if desperate to prolong every last moment of their shared pleasure.

beneath him, her body arched sharply, a keening cry of rapture tearing from her throat. her eyes squeezed shut, tears of blissful release streaking down her flushed cheeks as her own peak crashed over her like a tidal wave. the crotch of her panties, already damp with her arousal, grew even more so as her sex clenched and fluttered around nothing, her body craving the feeling of being filled and claimed.

as the last tremors of their climax faded, xavier collapsed heavily on top of her, his full body weight settling onto her smaller frame. he was far too drained and already so sleepy and sated to care about anything beyond the blissful fog that clouded his mind.

she let out a soft, breathless whimper as the air was forced from her lungs, her ribs creaking slightly from the sudden pressure. she pressed her hands weakly to his chest, huffing softly.

“you’re so heavy, xavi… get off…” it came out as a whine, but there was no true malice or bite behind her words. she made no move to push him off , but wriggled underneath him enough to force him to roll off of her and pull her into his arms.

the sun had dipped even lower now, casting soft golden hues across the walls, turning the quiet of the room syrupy and slow. she lay curled against him now properly, cheeks flushed and breathing still uneven as her legs tangled with his, the blanket now strewn aside at the corner of the bed. 

the aftermath lingered between them— damp fabric, lazy heartbeats and the weight of unsaid things too tender to voice. 

she blinked up at him with a small pout, her voice soft and embarrassed. “xavier… our clothes are all dirty now…”

her fingers toyed with the hem of his sweater, tugging at it gently likes was trying to convince him with just that touch. “it’s.. sticky. we should change before it dries…”

he didn’t answer right away, just tightened his hold on her body, tucking her further into his side. his face was already pressed into the crook of her neck, warm breath ghosting against her skin, one hand lazily stroking the curve of her spine beneath the fabric of her top.

“sleepy,” xavier mumbled, his voice a low, drowsy rasp against the skin of her neck. “you talk too much…” he let out, barely lifting his head. 

she could only whimper softly in response, a sound of tender indulgence and gentle rebuke. she knew xavier was exhausted, could feel the depth of his weariness in the way.

“i do not,” she whispered, pout deepening. 

“you do,” he replied, even softer now, already slipping further into that half-sleep that only happened when she was beside him. “mmm… i can feel a headache coming on…”

“you just don’t want to move,” she muttered, tucking her face into his chest. “you’re so gross, xavier.” once again, there was no real bite in her words.

she sighed finally, defeated but not really upset. she lay still for a while longer, listening to the slow beat of his heart, her hand curling into his sweater despite herself. 

“you’re doing the laundry tomorrow.”

xavier didn’t answer, just nuzzled deeper into her, lips brushing the shell of her ear in a sleepy murmur. “m’kay… so long as i get to keep you all to myself.”

and just like that, she melted into him again, cheeks pink and eyes fluttering shut, her quiet protests forgotten as the room settled into silence— just the soft rustle of the sheets, their limbs tangled and the steadiness of xavier’s breathing as he pulled her closer in his sleep. 

[piroulinewafers]

heyy i have a request!!

can you do something like au high school, with jealous caleb over mc and her suitors. if you are comfortable to write pseudo-incest, add that pls.

ILYYY <333

𝐚/𝐧: ily2 anon 🥰 waaa his jealousy is so debilitating nd he justifies everything that he does under the excuse that it's for mc, that he's just looking out for her!! as if though he isn't practically growling at anyone who even thinks about her. this is a bit disjointed.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: high schoolers! caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: psuedo-incest, high school au. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

caleb knew it was wrong.

knew it was wrong the moment he slipped the padlock open on her locker that morning, spinning the combination dial with easy, practice fingers. it wasn’t even hard— she always used the same string of numbers, her birthday. his sweet, soft-hearted meimei, always sentimental like that. 

and yet, there he was— palming a crumbled envelope from the narrow slit of her locker, smoothing it flat just long enough to catch the sloppy hearts drawn on the front before he tore it down the middle and shoved it into his jacket pocket. 

another one, gone.

caleb didn’t like the way his stomach twisted when he did things like this. it felt sour. cowardly. cruel, even. 

but it felt worse seeing her smile at other boys. worse when she lit up at the idea of receiving a gift— flowers or chocolates or some half-baked poem from someone who didn’t know a thing about her. someone who wasn’t there when she skinned her knee climbing fences. someone who didn’t teach her to ride a bike, who didn’t braid her hair in messy, clumsy loops on the porch when her hands were too small to do it herself. 

she was his little sister. everyone knew that. she called him that now, fifteen and quiet-eyed, as though he hadn’t grown into something bigger, heavier, more complicated over the years. 

he’d always been hers. and somewhere along the way, she had become his too— though he never told her what that really meant.

he was eighteen. a senior. set to leave for university in a few months. and she was still in the thick of high school— soft, dreamy, shy around strangers but bursting into chatter when she was with him. of course she was excited for valentine’s day. he knew it even before she had told him so.

“i wonder if anyone’ll leave me something,” she had whispered last week, cheeks flushed. “it’s silly, huh? but… it’d be nice.”

she’d said it with hope in her voice, with this wide, warm smile that made him ache.

and that was what made it worse.

because he knew she deserved to learn things on her own. to grow up without him watching over her shoulder. she’d need to take care of herself when he left for university in the fall, and yet... he found it difficult to let her find her own footing when he was so willing to be at her side.

caleb had always loved her. from the very beginning— back when she was a fussy little kid who tripped on her shoelaces and cried over bees, to the girl she’d become now, still letting him take her hand before crossing the street.

he was smitten with her. stupidly, irreversibly smitten.

she made him feel warm in a way that nothing else ever had. no— she was pure warmth. quiet, unassuming, steady. she was home— it was her hand tugging at his sleeve, her sleepy voice asking him to stay just a little longer, her laughter muffled against his shoulder.

the notes were easy to tear up. impersonal. empty words scrawled by boys who didn’t even know what she sounded like when she was sleepy, who never sat beside her on the roof with their knees brushing while she drank banana milk and tapped her toes against the concrete. 

the chocolates on the other hand were difficult to properly get rid of. not because he felt guilty, but because she liked sweet. she always had. she’d close her eyes when she tasted something especially good, smile around a mouthful like the sugar alone could make her whole day better. and anyways, he knew she would scold him for being wasteful.

so he didn’t just throw them away like the letters and other meaningless gifts. he couldn’t.

instead, he knelt beside the locker row with his back to the hall, peeled open the chocolate boxes one by one and quietly emptied their contents into ziplock bags he brought from home. neat little rows of truffles and heart-shaped chocolates now crammed together in little baggies stuffed into his backpack. 

later, when he’d help her with her homework for the day and she’d lean on his shoulder and whine about craving something sweet, he’d hand her the bag like it was a little gift from the universe with some sort of innocuous excuse. 

and yet, caleb knew she could take care of herself. she wasn’t fragile, not really. but she was soft in the places the world liked to press too hard. she was hopeful, believing the best in people who didn’t deserve it. always giving the benefit of the doubt. she’d always make excuses for people, and it made caleb’s teeth grit.

because he knew better.

he knew how people could smile while planning to take and take and take from someone like her. he knew how easy it was to trick a girl like her into thinking someone cared. she needed him. he was certain of it. even if she didn’t say it, even if she never would— she needed someone to watch her back. to guard the softness she couldn’t hide.

and so he felt justified dragging the captain of the track team behind the gym  and muttering just enough threats to make the poor guy stammer apologies and promise never to go near her ever again. 

justified in filling the trash cans outside the school with tiny boxed chocolates and folded letters addressed in timid handwriting.

or at least, that’s what he told himself, anyway, each time he crushed a valentine’s card in his palm or glared down another boy in the hallway.

he told himself they weren’t worthy. that no one would protect her like he did, that he had to do this. that if they loved her, even a little, they’d try harder.

but when the final bell rang, and the halls cleared of laughter and pink foil wrappers, caleb felt a different kind of dread settle deep in his gut.

she was waiting by the gates, like always. her bag remained clutched against her chest, a little tighter than usual. her cardigan sleeves were pulled over her hands, and her eyes— warm eyes that always looked for him first— were downcast.

“meimei,” he called, walking up to her, one strap dangling as he carried it with only one arm through. 

she looked up at him, small and tired, and tried to smile, though he could tell something was wrong almost immediately. “gege.”

he paused. “you okay?”

there was a beat of silence. the wind tugged at her hair, lifting the strands from her cheeks. she hesitated, biting her lip. 

he could tell she wanted to hide it from him, to avoid bothering her gege or to hide away from embarrassment, but she gave in easily. she always did. she was such a bad liar. 

“… i thought maybe someone would leave something nice for mer,” she said, voice quiet. “i thought maybe this year…” 

her fingers tightened on her bag strap. “i-i know it’s stupid. it’s not a big deal, really, i’m just being dumb— “

“stop.”

she blinked up at him. 

“don’t say that,” caleb murmured, stepping closer. his hand came up instinctively, brushing her cheek with the back of his knuckle, then cupping it gently. she was cold. her skin was warm where the wind hadn’t kissed it, but her nose and fingertips were chilly. 

“have you been waitin’ out here for sometime?”

she didn’t respond right away, exhaling shakily into the february air. “i just didn’t want to be surrounded by all those people inside.”

he hated it— how small she looked, how her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. crying didn’t suit her. not his meimei. not like this.

“look at me,” he said softly, tilting her chin up. “you’re not dumb. and you’re not wrong for wantin’ somethin’ special either.”

he reached into his backpack in an almost practiced motion— like he’d rehearsed exactly what he’d say and do— and pulled out a neatly wrapped box of chocolates and a small bouquet of wildflowers he had picked that morning, carefully arranged and clumsily tied with twine.

her lips parts in surprise. 

“for you,” he said. “even if no one gave you anythin’… you’ll always have me.” 

she stared at the flowers, then back at him. 

“i care about you,” he said, lower now, thumb brushing gently beneath her eye where a single tear had welled. “not just on valentine’s, not just on good days. every day. always.” 

her throat bobbed as he pressed the bouquet of flowers a little roughly against her chest, as if though begging her to accept his gift. “gege…”

“if this kinda stuff makes you happy,” he said, offering her the chocolates with an determined expression, “then i’ll bring you flowers and candy every damn day. even if i gotta come all the way from sky haven once i’m in university.”

she gave a soft, wobbly laugh, and then— without warning— stepped into him, tucking herself into his chest like she used to when they were kids.

and caleb wrapped his arms around her protectively, fiercely. as if though daring the world to try and take her from him.

that would never happen, not so long as he was still alive and breathing. she’d remain his forevermore. 

[piroulinewafers]

hi hiii ^.^ I’ve been in a choso trance recently and my favourite thought is that he is truly insatiable. He just wants to love on you 24/7, he’s tried sm ways to get his intense love across from you (like flowers, written letters and short trips) but ultimately decides the best way is to worship your body. He’ll take things slow and kiss every inch of you, letting you run your hands through his hair as he works his way down. He gets impatient though so it won’t be long before his kisses kisses feel rushed and more desperate. By the end of the night, you’re covered in hickeys and he’s stroking your stomach asking for “one more?”.

sorry if this is bad.. I haven’t sent an ask before so idk what to put😵‍💫 LIVE LAUGH LOVE CHOSO

𝐚/𝐧: waaa you're so right... i think choso is definitely a show over tell sort of guy, and while he wants to love in the way he sees in movies, he's impatient and insatiable. he just loves so much... i lobe him ;; i fear i'm in a bit of a writing rut right now, i feel this was quite repetitive sorry 😭

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: choso x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, breeding kink. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

"you’re staring again.”

her voice wavered as she looked up from the couch, tucked beneath a blanket and and cradling a warm cup of coffee. her eyes darted between choso, who stood across the room with an unreadable expression darkening his already solemn features.

he didn’t move. just kept looking at her— deeply, intently, like he was trying to memorize every inch of her face.

“is there… something on my face?” she asked, brows drawing together. her hands hesitated by her cheek, brushing self-consciously at nothing. 

choso was staring at her with an intensity that made her squirm slightly in her seat. his dark purple eyes seemed to pierce through her, as if trying to consume every detail of her face. she couldn't help but feel a flicker of nervousness under his unblinking gaze.

finally, he blinked slowly, not comprehending the implication behind her question. “no," he replied gruffly, his voice a low rumble. “just lookin’ at ya.”

he couldn't quite put into words the overwhelming urge he felt to touch every inch of her skin, to map out every freckle and mole with his fingers and lips. the desire was almost too intense to bear, a physical ache that demanded to be sated.

choso had tried so many things, hadn't he? brought her wilted flowers picked haphazardly from the side of the road, the stems already brown and brittle. scribbled clumsy letters filled with crude drawings and stilted words, his limited vocabulary struggling to convey the sheer scope of his feelings. he'd even attempted to do the chores she normally took care of, though his efforts often ended up with more mess than before, his instincts too blunt and forceful.

but none of it felt like enough. none of it could truly express the all-encompassing, primal need he had to show her, to prove to her, just how much he loved her. no, the only way he knew how was to worship her body with every fiber of his being.

she was a bit confused at his answer but decided against prying, she doubt any answer he could give her would be very helpful in understanding whatever was going on in that mind of his. 

“you do that a lot,” she said, her voice soft, trying to be light. “stare.” 

choso tilted his head just slightly, like he was studying a rare animal, or maybe a ghost. then finally, slowly, he moved— crossing the space with the same unhurried gravity he always had, all solid steps and soft menace, until he was standing right in front of her. 

his response was a quiet grunt— not dismissive, just honest. he crouched down in front of her, hands sliding to her knees like magnets drawn to metal. there was something unshakable in the way he touched her. no hesitation. no apology. 

“i like lookin’ at you,” he muttered, low. “that’s it.”

she flushed. “ah, i see…”

but he was already leaning in, one he hand pressing against her thigh to pin her there, and the other creeping up to cradle her cheek with surprising gentleness. his thumb dragged along her jaw like he was memorizing the texture of her skin. his eyes— dark, heavy-lidded, hungry— didn’t leave her face once. 

he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to.

his hands said everything. the way he cupped the back of her neck like she’d vanish if he didn’t hold on. hovering, breathing hard like just being near her overwhelmed him. 

“choso,” she whispered, flustered before him and surprised by the suddenness of his actions. “you’re— “

he sighed, closing the distance between them with no care for personal space or the human sense of what was deemed appropriate. one hand caught her wrist before she could press it to his chest, the other coming to rest at the curve of her hip like it belonged there. he leaned in close, so close his breath warmed her cheek.

“don’t get it,” he muttered finally, voice low and gravelly against her skin. “humans. flowers. chores ‘nd stuff. dumb things that rot or get thrown out.”

her breath hitched. “choso— “

admittedly, choso didn’t understand the need for flowery gestures, stupid gifts or clumsy words when he could just show her exactly how he felt like this. 

“i love you," he said simply, as if the words were a statement of fact rather than a declaration. “i want to love you more." 

admittedly, choso didn’t understand the need for flowery gestures, stupid gifts or clumsy words when he could just show her exactly how he felt like this. 

with that, he kissed her— rougher than he’d meant to, all teeth and heat and need, s sloppy thing. one kiss, then another, and other, like he couldn’t stop, like each one would finally get his point across if he just pressed hard enough. his hands cradled her face now, thumbs stroking her cheeks like she was something sacred. 

and to him, she was.

she tried to speak, maybe ask him to slow down, maybe not— but he was already there again, stealing the words from her lips, brushing his mouth down the column of her throat. 

“so confusin’,” he muttered, almost to himself. his voice was quiet, low, but it rumbled from deep in his chest, steady and unfiltered. 

his thumb rubbed up, gently, just beneath her ribs. he simply grunted in response. “i’m not like that.” he let out, also more to himself than actually responding to anything she had said.

his lips pressed to her jaw, then dragged down to her to the corner of her mouth. another kiss, messier this time— off-entered and warm and far too wet, like he couldn’t get close enough. 

she made a soft sound, startled, and he stole that too, kissing her deeper, sloppier, tilting her head so he could claim her mouth like it was owed to him. 

choso didn’t stop. every kiss tasted like urgency— like obsession. his fingers threaded into her hair, cradling the back of her skill and he kissed her again, over and over, stealing her breath and giving none of his in return. his lips dragged down her throat once more, now nipping and biting hard, leaving purpling marks in his wake. 

she whimpered something faint, fingers tightening in his shirt. gasping into the kiss, her eyes widened as choso's hands roamed greedily over her body. she could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against her thigh as he straddled her hips, pinning her down on the couch, his hand on her chest gently forcing her down onto the cushions. 

his forwardness always left her flustered and a bit breathless, struggling to keep up with his shameless displays of affection.

“ch-chhoso, wait..." she panted, breaking the kiss for a moment. her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips swollen and glistening from his fervent attentions. “you’re being a bit too... much, right now."

but choso paid no heed to her half-hearted protest. to him, showing restraint would be showing a lack of sincerity. he wanted, no, he needed her to understand the sheer magnitude of his feelings. and if that meant groping her soft curves with a desperation bordering on violence, then so be it.

“’can't wait," he growled, nuzzling into the sensitive skin of her neck. he mouthed over her racing pulse, his tongue flicking out to taste her. “need ya to feel it. need ya to know."

his hands slid under her shirt, pushing the fabric up to expose more of her creamy skin. he palmed the soft mounds of her breasts, kneading the flesh as if trying to mold it to his will. choso's breath grew ragged, his hips rutting forward instinctively as he chased the friction he so desperately craved.

she whimpered once more, her back arching slightly off the couch as choso's touch sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. the evidence of his arousal was unmistakable, the thick ridge of his cock tenting his pants and pressing insistently against her core. it was overwhelming, the sheer intensity of his desire, the raw, primal need radiating off him in waves.

“choso, please..." she gasped, her voice a needy little mewl. she wasn't sure if she was begging him to stop or to continue, her own body betraying her with every shuddering breath and wanton moan.

but choso was too far gone to heed her pleas. he captured her lips again, swallowing her cries as his hands continued their relentless exploration. he mapped out every dip and curve, committing the feel of her to memory.

with a low sigh, he ground his aching cock against her soft thigh, rutting against her, driven by a primal instinct he simply couldn’t control. 

choso’s hair fell forward, obscuring his face as he buried his face against the tender crook of her neck, breathing in her scent like a man starved for air. 

“(name)…” the words rumbled out of him on a groan, his voice a low, guttural thing. he couldn’t help the desperate, almost frantic way he moved against her, seeking more of that delicious friction. each clumsy rut sent jolts of pressure radiating through him, stroking the fire burning in his veins.

she couldn’t suppress the mewling cries spilling from her lips, fingers clutching at the fabric of choso’s shirt. she should push him away, should tell him to slow down, but her body refused to obey. her mind’s commands. instead, she found herself tilting her head to give him better access, gasping as his teeth grazed her racing pulse. 

“so needy, choso…” she let out, voice hitching with each grind of his hips. yet, even as she said it, her body arched up to meet him, craving more of the intense sensations only he could evoke in her.

choso seemed somewhat oblivious to her half-hearted complaints, too focused on his single minded pursuit of sating this all-consuming need. his hands slid down to grip her hips, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. he needed to mark her, to claim her, to make it undeniably clear that she was his.

choso's hands fumbled with the button of her jeans, too impatient to bother with the zipper. the fabric tore with a sharp rending sound, the frayed edges of the denim scraping against her skin as he practically ripped the jeans off her body. she glared up at him, cheeks flushed with more than just arousal.

“choso, you can't just tear my clothes off every time you get excited," she protested, even as she lifted her hips to help him remove the ruined jeans. “do you have any idea how much those cost? huh?"

“not really…” 

admittedly, choso was already distracted, his gaze fixed on the expanse of creamy skin now bared to his hungry eyes. he bunched up her shirt, pushing the fabric out of the way to expose her stomach, the soft curve of her belly. his large, calloused hand splayed across her middle, the difference in their sizes stark and obvious.

her name fell past her lips almost wonderingly, as if seeing her like this, the potential of her, the promise of her, filled him with a strange mix of awe and possessiveness. his thumb brushed over her navel, tracing the little indent, before he pressed his entire hand more firmly against her stomach, as if trying to feel the softness of it, to mold it to the shape of his palm.

“i want..." he started, his voice a low, almost unconscious rumble, before he seemed to catch himself, his brows furrowing. he looked up at her, his purple eyes dark and intense, filled with a desperate, almost fevered light. 

“i wanna baby," he blurted out, the words falling from his lips before he could stop them. “i wanna put a baby in ya.”

her eyes widened at the sudden, unexpected declaration. she sat up slightly, staring at him in surprise, a faint blush rising to her cheeks at the intimate turn the conversation had taken. 

“choso,” she finally said softly, almost hesitantly, "that's a serious thing you're talking about. having a baby... it's a big responsibility, a big commitment."

she bit her lip, studying his face, trying to gauge his sincerity, his readiness. choso was many things, but he was notoriously awful at expressing his feelings, at communicating in a way that made sense to the rest of the world, despite his best attempts. 

she sighed, shaking her head slightly as she looked up at choso. “maybe… maybe we should work on your communication skills,” she said honestly, watching him. “this isn’t the sort of thing you bring up out of nowhere, you know?”

her words were gentle, coaxing. 

despite her words, she couldn't help but feel a small flutter in her chest at the thought of carrying choso's child. the idea was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating, a testament to the intense connection they shared.

choso blinked, looking slightly taken aback by her response. he opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words. 

finally, he simply muttered, “sorry," the apology sounding more like a grunt than a true expression of remorse.

but she knew him too well to believe that he would actually change his ways. choso was a creature of instinct and action, not words and diplomacy. though he meant well, these sort of things were often not exactly the easiest things for him to grasp.

sighing again, she reached out and cupped choso's cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin. “i love you, choso, you know that right?”

choso leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he nuzzled into her palm, much like a pet would.  

then, with a sudden, almost desperate motion, he ducked his head and pressed open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin of her stomach, his lips moving feverishly over the expanse of it.

a gasp spilled past her lips, her back arching slightly as choso’s mouth worked over her sensitive flesh. his kisses were sloppy and enthusiastic, the scrape of his teeth and the rough swipes of his tongue sending jolts of sensation racing through her. she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her as he worshipped her body with a single-minded fervor that was equal parts overwhelming and deeply arousing.

choso paused in his fervent kisses, glancing up at her with a look of almost shy uncertainty in his eyes. he sat back on his knees, his large frame looming over her smaller one, and with a clumsy, almost awkward motion, he reached down to unbutton his pants. he met her gaze as he slowly peeled off his jeans, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks.

"'m tryin’, look?” he muttered, his voice a low, gruff rumble. “tryin’ not to just... rip things off."

there was a brief silence as she just stared at him. 

suddenly, she giggled softly, a sound of genuine amusement and affection. she playfully nudged him in the chest with her foot, her toes brushing against the firm muscle there. “you're so cute sometimes, cho,” she teased gently, shaking her head in fond exasperation.

choso's lips twitched, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he ducked his head, trying to hide the way his cheeks darkened further at the compliment.

 for all his bravado and intensity, he was still a man of few words, and her praise always caught him off guard.

he finished removing his pants with slightly more care than before, tossing them aside before turning his attention back to her. his hands slid up her thighs, his calloused fingers leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, looking up at her questioningly.

“can I...?" he asked, his voice a low, almost hesitant rumble. it was endearing, that he was at least putting in the clumsy effort, meeting her eyes intensely as if to show her that he had listened to her earlier complaints about her jeans. 

at her nod, he slowly peeled her panties down her legs, his gaze never leaving her face. he was determined to show her, in his own clumsy way, that he was trying to be more thoughtful, more considerate of her feelings.

she lifted her hips to help him, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the cool air hit her bare skin. she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation, of desire, as choso settled himself between her thighs. the evidence of his arousal was impossible to miss, the thick length of his cock resting heavily against her thigh, a brand of heat even through his boxers.

choso leaned in, nuzzling his face against the soft skin of her inner thigh. he breathed in her scent, his eyes fluttering shut as he savoured the intimate aroma. 

it was becoming evident that choso was growing increasingly impatient, his desperation to show her the depths of his love overriding any semblance of finesse or control. he huffed, a sound of pure, unadulterated need escaping his lips as he notched the thick head of his cock against her dripping slit. “fuck,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “i just wanna show ya, wanna make ya feel it. want ya to know how much i fuckin’ love ya.”

he rocked his hips forward clumsily, the blunt tip of his cock catching on her entrance and slipping off, only to miss the mark again a moment later. the evidence of their arousal was making it difficult for him, and he only grew more impatient. 

choso was too hurried, too desperate, his need consuming him utterly. he grunted in frustration as he continued his clumsy, sloppy attempts, his thick shaft dragging of her sensitive folds and occasional catching on the wrong spot entirely.

at one particularly ill-timed thrust, the swollen head of his cock pressed insistently against the tight pucker of her asshole, iliciting a gasp from her. her eyes flew wide open as she felt the sudden shift in pressure. 

“w-wait— “ she forced out, almost out of breath and her voice tight with sudden anxiety. she quickly pushed herself up a bit more onto her elbows, moving awkwardly to grab his heavy cock with gentle hands, fingers barely able to encircle the girth flesh.

choso paused, his hips failing to move. he blinked down at her, a look of confusion and concern in his dark eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “did i hurt ya?”

she shook her head, biting her lip as she guided his cock to where it needed to be. she notched the broad head against her slick entrance, feeling the heat of him with a shaky exhale. 

“ah, no…” she trailed off, cheeks flushed. then, with a soft whimper, she rolled her hips up, slowly urging choso to thrust forward, to finally sheath himself inside her welcome body.

choso needed no further encouragement. with a low, guttural groan, he surged forward, hips snapped as he buried himself as far as he could in one powerful thrust. she cried out, back arching off the couch as she was suddenly, utterly filled. 

choso's hips stilled as he felt the resistance of her body, his cock unable to bury itself as deep as he craved. a flicker of disappointment crossed his face, his brow furrowing as he tried once more to bottom out, to claim every inch of her. but her body had its limits, and despite his best efforts, choso could only sink so far before he hit an unyielding barrier.

a soft huff of frustration escaped his lips, and he paused, looking down at her with a mix of concern and self-reproach in his dark eyes, his bottom lip jutting out almost adorably. “i… i can't..." he muttered, his voice a low, gruff rumble. “yer just... too small."

he hated not being able to show her the full extent of his love, of his desire. he wanted to consume her, to fill her up so completely that she would never doubt the depth of his feelings for her.

but as he looked down at her face, he saw the way she was biting her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.sShe was trying so hard to be brave, to stifle the sounds of discomfort that naturally accompanied such a deep, almost painful penetration. and while she didn't say a word of complaint, choso could feel the guilt washing over him like a tidal wave.

she didn't want to complain, didn't want to voice the discomfort that radiated through her core. choso loved her so deeply, so fiercely, that she knew his intentions were pure, even if his execution was a bit... enthusiastic.

he breathed out her name, brows furrowed, his voice rough with emotion. “’m sorry. i don’t wanna hurt ya, don’t cry.”

choso started to pull back, his hips lifting off the bed slightly, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. she looked up at him, her teary eyes filled with a soft, almost tender look that made choso's heart clench in his chest.

“don't stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible. “please don't stop, choso."

that was all the confirmation he needed, heart clenching in his chest as he offered a firm nod. 

choso set about claiming her with a single-minded intensity, his hips driving forward with a rough, desperate urgency. he poured all of his pent-up passion and desire into each powerful thrust, the force of his lovemaking shaking the bed beneath them. his large, calloused hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her soft curves as if trying to mold her to his touch.

choso was never one for flowery words or dirty talk. he believed in actions speaking louder than words, and right now, his body was screaming his love for her with every measured thrust, every gentle caress. he gripped her hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, his blunt nails digging into her tender flesh as he rutted into her with near punishing force.

he was a man of action, not words, and he was determined to show her the depths of his love in the most primal way he knew how. his hips never slowed their relentless pace, his cock driving into her again and again, the wet squelch of their joining filling the room.

his desperation to show her his love overcame any lingering gentleness. he was a man possessed, driven mad with the need to claim her, to mark her, to make her his in every way possible. his thrusts grew harder, more insistent, each snap of his hips jostling her against the couch beneath them. 

“fuck,” he growled, his voice a low, rough rumble. “love ya so fuckin’ much. gonna... gonna make ya feel so good..."

he could feel the slick heat of her enveloping him, gripping him like a velvet vice. It was almost too much, too intense, but he couldn't stop. he couldn't slow down. he was lost in the sensation, in the primal need to stake his claim.

choso’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing and caressing every curve and swell. he palmed her breasts, rolling and kneading the soft flesh in his large hands. he dipped his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, suckling greedily, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak.

she gasped and writhed beneath him, her body bowing and arching to meet his relentless thrusts. each drive of his hips sent jolts of pleasure through her, the sheer size and girth of his cock stretching her inner walls deliciously. she could only cling to him, her nails raking down his back, as he took her with a desperate, impatient hunger.

sweat beaded his brow, his dark hair falling in damp tendrils around his face as he loomed over her as his breathing grew ragged and harsh, chest heaving against her with each laboured breath. yet, despite the intensity of his lovemaking, he remained stubbornly silent aside from the low grunts and groans that spilled past his lips. 

his hips were beginning to stutter, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased his rapidly approaching release. through the taut skin of her stomach, he could see the unmistakable faint outline of his own thick cock, the shape of it clearly defined as it stretched and filled her so completely.

fascinated and almost confused, choso pressed down on her stomach, his large hand splaying over the slight dome of her belly. he could feel the shape of himself inside her, the hard length of his shaft throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat. 

she let out a sharp, breathy squeal at the sudden pressure, her back arching off the bed as she writhed beneath him.

“ah!” she gasped out, her voice high and tight with pleasure. “oh god…”

choso's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with a mix of concentration and intense focus as he ground his hips down against hers, putting even more pressure on her stomach with a thick hand. he could feel his orgasm approaching like a runaway train, the heat and pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

with a guttural, almost animalistic growl, choso slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside her. at the same moment, she cried out his name, her inner muscles clenching down around him like a velvet vice as her own peak crashed over her. 

the feeling of her nails dragging against his skin, sure enough to leave angry red marks in their wake, was barely registering to him as he reached his peak.

wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through them both, choso’s hot seed spurting deep inside her spasming cunt as he emptied himself in pulsing jets. she could only cling to him, her body shaking and shuddering with the force of her climax, his name a mantra on her lips as she rode out the intense, overwhelming pleasure.

finally, collapsed against her, his large form covering her smaller one as he struggled to catch his breath. He could feel the way her body welcomed him, the way her inner muscles continued to ripple and flutter around his softening shaft.

the room was warm with the quiet hush of post-midnight stillness, shadows curling along the walls like a second skin. she lay sprawled across the couch, hair clinging to her temples, skin flushed and dewy in the dim light. her chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, a sigh leaving her lips as she let herself melt into the cushions, utterly spent.

as the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking subsided, she lay boneless and sated beneath choso’s substantial weight, her slender frame completely covered by his muscular one. she could feel the way his heart hammered against her own, could sense the sticky warmth of their combined release beginning to cool and dry on her skin. 

after a long moment, she stirred slightly, her voice a breathy, almost shy murmur as she commented, “choso? i think ya came a lot, didn't ya? more than usual, even..." her words trailed off uncertainly, a hint of gentle concern coloring her tone.

“it just felt good, i dunno.”

choso merely grunted in response, his voice a low, rumbly sound that vibrated through her chest. he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his nose brushing against her racing pulse as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her scent. the action was instinctual, almost unconscious, as if he were trying to mark her, to claim her in the most primal way possible.

reluctantly, choose lifted his head to gaze down at her, his expression a mix of sated satisfaction and stubborn reluctance. “’don't wanna pull out," he muttered, his voice a low, gruff rumble. “’feels too good inside ya.”

she bit her lip, a soft, indulgent smile playing at the corners of her mouth. as much as she loved this moment, loved the feeling of closeness and connection, she knew they couldn't remain in this intimate embrace forever. with a gentle, almost regretful sigh, she placed a delicate hand on choso's chest and gave a little push, urging him to sit up.

again, she pushed weakly at choso's broad chest, trying to get him to ease up on the weight he was putting on her. “choso... you're crushing me," she whined, her voice a gentle protest even as her hands slid over the firm muscles of his pectorals.

with a low, almost reluctant sound, choso heaved himself up, his thick arms bearing the weight of his upper body as he looked down at her. as he shifted, his softening cock slipped from her tender, puffy folds, a gush of their combined juices dripping down to stain the sheets below. the thick shaft rested heavily now on her thigh, still thick and imposing even in its semi-flaccid state.

a soft sigh left her. she knew they couldn't stay like this forever, as much as she might want to. life, as always, called them back to the real world.

for a long moment, choso simply stared down at her, his dark eyes roaming over her face, her neck, her heaving chest. his calloused fingers splayed possessively over the slight swell of her stomach. 

though she knew she couldn’t read his mind, she knew choso well enough to know exactly where his line of thinking was probably going. 

her breath hitched as she felt his hand press down on her stomach, his fingers splaying wide as if trying to feel the shape of himself inside her once more. with a soft, breathless sigh, she covered his hand with her own, her slender fingers curling around the back of his much larger palm.

“choso, i… we can't..." she began, her voice a gentle murmur, even as a flush of warmth crept up her neck at the intensity in his gaze. she knew he was insatiable, that his hunger for her seemed to know no bounds. but even so, she had responsibilities, commitments that demanded her attention. 

“i have to get ready for work soon," she reminded him softly, hating to break the spell of their intimate afterglow.

nothing left him at first, his jaw clenching as if in silent protest. then, with a low, almost disgruntled sound, he leaned back a bit, scratching his forehead, his muscles flexing and bunching beneath his skin. 

he looked like he wanted to speak — but didn’t quite know how. his brows furrowed. his lips parted.

then, after a beat, he simply raised one hand and held up a single finger. just one. his eyes were pleading, hopeful. puppy-like. almost pouty.

“…one more?” he mumbled, tilting his head the slightest bit. His voice was rough with leftover breathlessness, but soft — careful, like he knew she was fragile now, like he was trying very hard to be good.

she blinked at him, cheeks warming again despite herself. she didn’t answer right away, didn’t move— just looked at him: the way stray strands of dark hair brushed against his face, the way his knees were drawn up, the way his fingers twitched a little where they rested on her leg, aching to reach for more of her. he really did look like a dog who hadn’t been told no in a while— equal parts eager and confused why she wouldn’t let him continue.

and she knew he didn’t mean it to be selfish. he just… loved her that much. needed her that much. always had more to give, more to take, more of his heart to pour out in clumsy, overwhelming ways.

she reached out slowly and brushed a knuckle across his cheek, gentle. thoughtful. he leaned into it immediately.

the silence lingered, warm and unhurried.

“…maybe,” she murmured, lips tugging into something halfway between a smile and surrender. “if you’re gentle.”

choso’s eyes lit up like stars through stormclouds.

he didn’t move yet. but the look on his face— hopeful, hungry, impossibly tender— said enough.

[piroulinewafers]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧!𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

🍪 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 !! 🍪

siren!caleb who lurks beneath the surface whenever she comes to the secluded beach, just his eyes peeking out from the dark tide, wide and unblinking, watching like he’s memorizing every breath she takes. siren!caleb who circles her from below like a shark every time she swims out too far, his shadow vast and silent under the waves, tail dragging slow— because even though he knows she’s not food, his body won’t stop reacting like she is. siren!caleb who carves her face into the walls of his underwater cave, over and over and over again— dozens of messy, desperate renditions done in stone and bone, like some shrine to the only thing he’s ever loved. siren!caleb who’s tail along could wrap around her twice and still have room to squeeze— thick and smooth and shimmering with scars from years of dragging himself across sharp reefs in pursuit of prey… but her? he’s gentle with. mostly. siren!caleb who can’t understand why she’d ever leave the shore. why she’d ever go back to her stupid little human town, her stupid little human home, when he’s right here. always watching, always waiting. siren!caleb who leaves strange offerings tangled in seaweed at the edge of the tide— teeth, pearls, his own scales he’s ripped from his tail, strange dead fish— and other things he rips from the ocean’s belly just so she might pick them up and think of him. siren!caleb who has a horrible little habit of nipping at her skin with sharp teeth during affectionate moments— soft at first, but always one second away from sinking too deep. he just wants to know what’d she’d feel like between his jaws.  siren!caleb who can’t be trusted with his mouth near her neck. his kind kill at the throat. and he’s trying, really trying, but he always ends up mouthing there too long, groaning low in his chest as if in pain from holding back. siren!caleb who smells blood in the water like a hound— one scraped knee knee and he’s gone, eyes rolling back slightly, nails digging into her soft skin. he thinks he’ll satiate his desires by dragging his tongue along her wound, lapping at it, but it does nothing to satiate his desires. siren!caleb who collects bones. not hers. never hers. but he thinks about it. thinks about what she’d look like picked clean. what her voice would sound like underwater, gurgled. and then he bites into his arm to make himself stop thinking.  siren!caleb who mimics the way she laughs, the way she hums, the way she blinks. it becomes a ritual, mimicry through obsession, a way to feel closer to her. they’re always a beat too late, too low, too breathless, like he’s trying them on for size.  siren!caleb who doesn’t sleep much. just stares at the moon through the cave mouth with her shirt clutched to his nose, mumbling nonsense as he inhales her scent. siren!caleb who has the most lovely, honeyed voice. his sweet lullabies are a balm to any weary soul, just as his possessive growls when he’s watching her sleep. “mine.” “stay.” “you need me”. “i’ll die if you leave me.” siren!caleb who swims circles around his home restlessly when she don’t come by the secluded beach for days, tail slamming against stone, injuring himself, muttering her name to himself like a curse or a prayer— scratching it into the walls with bloody nails until the water clouds red. siren!caleb who drools without realizing it when she’s close— real, slick hunger pooling on his tongue like brine, eyes dilated and blown-wide with the need to taste, to bite, to drag her down where no one else can touch.  siren!caleb who loves her like a creature that never been loved before— wild, reckless and too much, clinging with sharp nails and teeth and desperate, trembling hands. siren!caleb who dreams about sinking his teeth into the curve of her neck. to mark her, to taste her, to eat her. to make sure no one else gets to. who dreams of her drowning in his arms— but she's smiling. because in the dream, she's not afraid. she never tries to leave.

𝐚/𝐧: im actually so normal about this... i have so many thoughts about siren/sea creature caleb and choso...

[piroulinewafers]

caleb x cabinboy reader ATE. i love it.

🍪 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 !! 🍪

heheeh thank yew 😋 i've been thinking about it for a very very long time... i'll probably write more pirate caleb stuff down the line bc i have. many ideas and many drafts.

[piroulinewafers]

could u write something about hybrid puppy caleb being nasty as hell..(leaving this open, feel free to do whatever uw im open to anything). i love ur writing sm i cant stop sending asks BYEEE i was wondering if u take anons? if so can i be 💐? have a lovely day xx

𝐚/𝐧: i love puppy hybrid caleb... i dont think this is very "nasty" in the sense of the word, but i've been brainrotting about puppy waiter caleb for quite some time and maid day was a few days past so... i love writing for hybrids hehe. back in the day, there used to be this hq hybrid acc i was super into on here and i would frequent their page often heh. i kind of got distracted at the end but whatever its fine sighhh. thank you 💐 anon for giving me an excuse to write this 😋.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: puppy hybrid! caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, overstimulation. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

it had started with a stupid comment.

she hadn’t meant it seriously— just an offhanded joke tossed to one of her friends while she and caleb were out buying groceries one evening, something about how those themed cafes with butlers or maid were always kind of… cute. silly. harmless

she hadn’t thought anything of it, merely a mention that they’d likely have a sale for the upcoming “maid day”. but caleb had heard.

he hadn’t said anything that night. just turned his head slightly, one ear twitching in the subtle way it did when he was paying attention to something he pretend not to be.

and now, somehow, here she was— standing in the their living room after returning home from work, door barely half-shut, blinking in stunned silence. 

frankly, it was suspicious. caleb was rarely quiet, especially not in the mornings. usually he greeted the day like it owed him something— loud yawns, half-buttoned shirts, big grins.

but today? silence. at least, until she finally spotted him.

there stood caleb, ears perking up at the sound of her entering the open-plan kitchen-living room space. 

the white button-up shirt he wore stretched across his chest, its collar messily done up, and the sleeves bunched up and slightly wrinkled like he had had been tugging at them nervously earlier. the pink pants were too fitted to be deemed anything close to comfortable in her eyes, the apron tied at his hips doing absolutely nothing to tame the broad frame it cinched in. it was pink and white plaid, with little ruffles along the hem and a small satin bow at the base of his spine, right above the soft wage of his tail. 

and, as if that wasn’t enough— frosting. a small, very deliberate smear of white on his cheek. 

he simply beamed.

“what are you wearing, caleb?” she finally asked, brows drawing into a confused furrow.

caleb tilted his head, hands innocently behind his back as his tail wagged a mile a minute. “it’s maid day,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “wasn’t that somethin’ you mentioned once? somethin’ cute?”

“you… remember that? were you eavesdropping?”

he stepped closer, ignoring her accusation entirely. “i made breakfast,” he said, proudly. “figured i’d serve it up like a proper house pup.”

she sat slowly, still stunned as caleb presented her a plate with surprising care: pancakes, stacked with melted butter and syrup dripping along the edges with a mound of frosting, beside a slightly too runny sunny side up egg.

he stood behind her once she started eating, arms crossed, watching eagerly.

“well?” he asked, tail twitching almost nervously, ears perking up against as he waited for her response.

“it’s good,” she said, voice muffled by a mouthful of pancake. “why’s the egg so— “

“don’t worry about it,” he interrupted, before she could ruin the moment. “it was just that stupid pan, but i tried real hard, so isn’t that all that matters?”

she could tell by the flicking of his tail that he was nervous, eagerly awaiting her response. 

there was another beat of silence as she took another bite— and that’s when caleb leaned in.

“by the way…” he said, practically purring, brushing a knuckle to his cheek. “i think i got a lil’ somethin’ right here. right there. frostin’. could you maybe…”

he trailed of, nudging his face toward her, ears twitching. 

she sighed. “you’re ridiculous.”

but she leaned up, gently brushing her thumb over the smear. that was all the permission he needed.

in an instant, caleb let out a pleased, puppy-like hum and nuzzled into her hand, rubbing his cheek against her palm before quickly shifting to lick it— one long, deliberate lap.

“caleb!” she gasped, trying to pull away, but he caught her easily, tail wagging wildly. 

“you said i was ridiculous,” he said, half laughing, half whining. “but you haven’t told me to stop.” he held her hand pressed to his cheek with two firm ones.

“your hands are so gentle,” he whispered. his eyes, flushed deep violet, looked up at her with a dangerous kind of devotion, all puppy-dog sincerity wrapped in pure, unadulterated, debilitating love. 

his tongue brushed along her cheek before she could speak. “you like this, don’tcha? you like it when i act dumb for you.”

“stop it— “ 

“but you were smilin’,” he said with a wicked grin. “saw it. you’re all flustered.”

she tried to push him off, but caleb was bigger. stronger. and annoyingly needy.

he whined again, low and soft in his chest, like she was about to leave him out in the cold. “c’mon, baby. just pet me a little. tell me i’m good. i dressed up and everythin’…”

his tail brushed across her legs as he leaned in closer, voice dropping. “i’ll do anything’….”

her heart kicked hard against her ribs.

the apron brushed against her knees as he grew close, his hands sliding around her waist, warm palms pulling her closer. “been thinkin’ about this all mornin’,” he admitted, half under his breath, “’bout you touchin’ me. praisin’ me. let me serve you properly. like a good waiter would.”

the air shifted between them. heated. 

he leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “say i’m good. say it once and i’ll be the best pup you ever had.”

her hands found his hair, sliding between the soft space between his twitching ears. 

and when she finally spoke, low and soft, it broke something in him. 

“you’re such a good boy, caleb.” 

his breath caught. and then he growled— not in anger, but in something needier, more primal. 

she barely had time to register the shift before he leaned forward and kissed her— messy, eager, with the same urgency he gave to every part of his life. his ears twitched, on flopping forward as if to listen in on her heartbeat, his tail curling slightly behind him in its furious wagging. 

he didn’t stop at one kiss. caleb chased her mouth like he was starving, like she was the only thing in the would that could sate him. his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as he licked her bottom lip with a small, teasing flick— less polished, more instinctual. 

“i wore this dumb frilly thing just for you,” he mumbled against her lips, breath warm and quick. “didn’t think i’d like it, but… you lookin’ at me like that— “ he groaned softly, his forehead pressed to hers now. “say you like it. please. just say it.”

wide-eyed and breathless, she nodded slowly. “you… you look cute,” she whispered, barely audible. 

his whole body responded— ears perked, tail wagging in a blur. he lit up like a fuse, practically vibrating with joy, before dragging her down into another kiss, hands roaming but still restrained— just barely. 

“tell me i’m good again,” he muttered, mouth brushing against the curve of her jaw now. “tell me i’m good, please. woke up early to make you breakfast. got frosting’ on my cheek and didn’t lick it just so you’d touch me. all for you.”

his lips ghosted along her neck, needy and reverent. his breath hitching as she scratching behind his ears, a delight sound spilling past his lips.

“i’ll do anything— ‘m serious. i’ll behave, i’ll kneel, i’ll bark, i don’t care— just say it again.” 

the apron bunched around his waist as he shifted against her, still clinging, still pressing kisses anywhere he could reach. his tail thumbed again, half-wrapped around her ankle now and his ears twitching at every sound she made, every soft breath or sigh.

“i love you, caleb…”

eagerly in response, he licked her cheek without warning again— just a soft, eager swipe like it was the most natural thing in the world. “you taste sweet too.”

“caleb,” she said, a mixture between a laugh and an exasperated sigh.

“what?” he grinned, all mischief and love as he pulled back a bit to get a better look at her face. “you let me kiss you. now i gotta touch, gotta hold— gotta do somethin’ or i’m going to explode.”

gently, she cupped his cheeks, thumbing over the faint freckles on his face. she watched him tilt his head in her grasp, staring up at her with that smitten gaze of his. with a hum, she peppered sweet, feather-light kisses to his skin, finally giving into his pleas. 

she kissed him again, and again and he melted into every one— hot, soft, trembling with affection as he murmured, “love you, love you so much. let me show you. let me— “

his violet eyes gleamed with a mix of playfulness and barely restrained desire as he straddled her lap, his larger frame enveloping hers. 

the soft fabric of his pink pants stretched taught over his muscular thighs, the frill apron at his waist fluttered softly as he shifted his hips, grinding down against her pajama-clad bottom.

caleb’s breathing grew heavy as he nuzzled at her collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin as he panted. he was painfully hard, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. the outline of his cock, complete with the distinct knot at the base, was clearly visible. he squirmed, leaning more of his weight against her, unable to contain the overwhelming urge to claim her, to make her his.

his fingers crept up under her shirt, pushing the fabric higher up her torso as he explored the soft skin beneath. he wanted to touch her, to feel every inch of her body against his own. 

“please,” he whined, his voice taking on a more canine-like timbre. “i’m so hard, i need to— fuck— “

his actions forced a sharp gasp to leave her, cold hands pressed against the bare skin of her stomach as she looked up at him, lips parted. 

she bit her lip, feeling the heat of caleb’s body pressed so urgently against her own. as much as she loved seeing him all dressed up just for her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by his intensity, even though she was used to it to some extent. 

it was still so early, and her stomach grumbled with hunger, the half eaten eggs and pancakes calling her name while caleb rutted against her. “caleb, wait…” she started to protest, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt, trying to smooth the fabric and perhaps calm the manic energy radiating off of him.

but caleb seemed not to hear her, too lost in his own desperate need as he captured her wrists, pinning her hands above her head as he loomed over her, eyes wild and hungry. “please,” he growled, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that sent shivers down her spine this time. “i can’t wait anymore. i need you so bad…”

before she could voice any further objections, caleb had hoisted her up and then gently but firmly pushed her down onto the wooden floor. she let out a soft grunt as her back his the ground, the air leaving her lungs in a rush as she rubbed her back. 

“caleb, the floor is uncomfortable— “

any attempt at a complain fell on deaf ears, as caleb was already settling his weight on top of her, his hips neatly between her spread thighs. he rocked against her, his painfully hard cock straining against the confines of his pink pants as it chafed against her pajama bottoms. the knot at the base of his shaft pulsed and throbbed. 

she squirmed beneath him, cheeks flushed pink as she fettle heat of his desperation, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding back. “it’s too early, caleb, i didn’t even finish breakfast…”

his ears twitched and flattened back against his head as he leaned down to shut her up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her. his tail wagged frantically behind him, the long, fluffy appendage brushing against her thighs as he ground his aching cock against her core. he groaned into her mouth, the sound a mix of pleasure and frustration. 

“i know, i know,” he panted, breath hot against her neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. “i’ll make it up to you, baby. i promise. i’ll spoil you rotten, just please— “he punctuated his words with a particularly sharp nip to her earlobe, sending sparks of pained pleasure through her.

caleb’s hands roamed her body greedily, pushing up under her pajama top again to expose the soft skin of her stomach and chest. he splayed his fingers wide, gripping her waist and rocking more insistently against her as he gazed down at her with burning eyes. 

his hands slid down to her pajama pants, fingers curling into the waistband as he tugged impatiently at the fabric. she knew she should protest more, should insist that he slow down, but the hungry, desperate look in his eyes stole her breath away. she gasped softly as he yanked her pants down, baring her lower half to his heated gaze.

the knot at the base of his cock throbbed almost painfully, straining against the fabric of his boxers and the tight confines of his pants. it rubbed deliciously against her clothed slit, the friction sending sparks of reluctant pleasure zinging up her spine. 

 his desperation reached a fever pitch, fingers clumsy in their urgency as he forced her panties to the side, , exposing the glistening folds to the cool air. the scent of her arousal filled his nose, making his head swim with lust.

still clothed in his straining pink pants, caleb tried to shove the right fabric down his thighs, panting harshly as he struggled to free his aching cock. the button and zipper fought against his desperate, trembling fingers until, with a final frustrated snarl, he ripped the fabric, tearing a gaping hole in the crotch of his pants. the ruined garment hung in a tattered state as he threw it to the side wtith his boxers, his throbbing erection springing free, bulbous knot at the base pulsing angrily.

she gasped at the sight, eyes widening. “caleb!” she scolded lightly, her cheeks flushing pink. “look at what you’ve done to your nice pants!” despite her words, there was a hint of amusement in her voice as she propped herself up on her , sitting up a bit.

caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own need to care about ruined clothing. he shook his head, ears flopping as he gazed down at her with glazed, lust-filled eyes. drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, splattering onto her exposed clit, making it glisten obscenely and forcing a shaky sigh past her lips. 

“don’t look at me like that…” he grumbled, dejection clearly clinging to his words. 

he was left only in the frilly apron, still tied snugly around his waist, his fat cock tenting against the fabric and leaving an obscene damp spot in it's wake.

before she could offer any sort of response, caleb was rutting against her again, the swollen head of his cock kissing her entrance, smearing her arousal around her delicate folds. she gasped, back arching off the floor as he grunted and panted above her, hips moving in a frenzied rhythm.

he tried once, twice, each time clumsily trying to sink into her, but his cock kept notching against her hole and slipping out, rubbing against her folds on her thigh. 

then, with a single, powerful thrust, he drove forward, burying his thick, pulsing shaft into her tight, wet heat. she cried out, nails raking down his back as he split her own on his fat cock, knot catching on her entrance and tugging at her stretched flesh.

caleb set a relentless pace, hips slapping against her thighs with each desperate, needy thrust. the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by caleb’s grunts and growls of pleasure. 

he didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t bother with gentle or slow. he just took her, claimed her, body driven by a primal, animalistic instinct. 

“i’m sorry,” he panted, his voice strained with exertion and ecstasy. “i’m sorry i didn’t prepare you better. ‘couldn’t wait any longer. fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect…” his words dissolved into a low, keening moan as he snapped his hips forward particularly hard, the head of his cock battering her cervix.

she could only cling to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back, feeling them flex and tense with each powerful thrust. her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he rutted into her, thick cock stretching her walls deliciously. she could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of his shaft as he plunged in and out of her dripping cunt.

caleb’s ears stood tall and alert atop his head , swivelling and twitching with every sound and sensation. his tail brushed against her calves, wagging with wild abandon as he lost himself in the sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping his aching cock. 

his tail thumped against the the floorboards with reckless abandon, each thrust forcing more breathy moans past her lips, eyes screwed shut. 

“please, please… please look at me. look, look— “caleb whimpered, his breath coming in harsh, desperate pants against her neck. “i love you, i love you so fuckin’ much. i need to… i need to…” he couldn’t even finish his thought process, his hips twitching. 

“‘gonna knot you, yeah, can i?” he forced out, though they both knew that he wasn/t the type to wait for anyone’s permission before acting. 

his cock pulsed and jerked inside her as thick ropes of hot, sticky seed finally painted her inner walls.

she cried out, walls clamping down around him like a vice as she felt his release fill her up, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, body shaking and shuddering as she came hard on his pistoning cock. 

caleb’s body shuddered, muscles tensing as his knot swelled and notched in her. he let out guttural grown as he felt the bulbous flesh expand, tying them together as he squeezed his eyes shut, the sensation of being deeply, irrevocably bound to her sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through his body. 

despite the discomfort of his knot stretching her to her limits, caleb couldn’t stop the instinctive need to rut, to claim, to mark his mate. his hips jerked and twitched erratically, his softening cock rubbing against her sensitive walls as he weakly humped into her, chasing the fading embers of his release. 

“can’t… can’t stop,” he panted harshly, his breath hot and moist against her neck. drool dribbled from his chin, splattering not her collarbone as he ground his pelvis against hers, his knot throbbing and pulsing inside her with each weak thrust.

she whimpered, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around the thick obstruction lodged deep inside her. the sensation of being so utterly stuffed, of feeling caleb’s seed sloshing heavily inside her as he rutted into her, was intense and overwhelming. 

it was almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain as her tender flesh struggled to accommodate his insistent movements.

she gasped out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she tried to anchor herself amidst the tempest of sensation. “it’s t-too much. you’re hurting me…” despite her words, she made no move to stop him, her body instinctively yielding to his claiming thrusts.

caleb just groaned in responses, hips giving a particularly sharp jerk as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and lapping at the teeth marks he had left early. 

his body shuddered, muscles quivering with exertion as his hips seemed to jerk on their own, instinct-driven thrusts. he panted easily, breathing coming out in ragged gasps against her sweat-dampened skin. “sorry,” he grunted, voice strained. “I know i’m hurtin’ you, i just.. i can’t stop. fuck, it feels too good.”

he let out a low, agnozied groan as a particular jolt of discomfort shot through him, his knot twisting and tugging at her stretched, sensitive entrance, any attempt to pull out to thrust in any deeper stopped by his inflated knot.

“hurts… fuck, it hurts, but i can’t— “

finally, with a shuddered gasp, his body went limp, knees weak as he slumped forward, practically collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the floor. 

she let out a weak, breathless protest as she as she found herself pinned beneath him, still so intimately connected. she gently hit his shoulder with a closed fist. 

“ow, caleb, you jerk…” she whimpered, shifting her hips gingerly and wincing at the feeling of him inside of her. “you’re a bad dog, you need to learn how to control yourself and— oof!”

caleb suddenly rolled them over so that her body was splayed out on top of him, soft curves molding to the hard planes of his body.

he just pouted up at her, lips curling into a miserable frown. he looked so adorably sorry, looking up at her with those irresistible puppy dog eyes. “i know, i know,” he mumbled, his voice thick with guilt. “you don’t really think i’m a bad dog, do you? i just love you so much… i can’t help myself around you…”

he nuzzled into her neck once more, his nose brushing against her jawline as he breathed in her scent, still heavy with the musk of their coupling.

the room had gone quiet, save for the slow, steady rhythm of caleb’s breathing and the soft thump-thump of his tail against the floor. he lay sprawled on his back on the floor, cheeks flushed pink and the apron still bunched up around his waist, with her draped over his chest like she belonged there— and she did. his arms were wound tightly around her waist, fingers twitching now and then as if to remind himself she was real, she was here, and she was his.

he gave a soft, tired whine, muffled in her hair as he nuzzled the top of her head. “m’not lettin’ you go,” he mumbled, tail giving another lazy wag against the wood floor. “even if i could.”

she gave a sleepy huff of laughter, nose tucked against his collarbone, her legs tangled with his. “hm, is that so, puppy?”

that earned a pleased rumble from deep in his chest. his ears gave a lazy twitch, one flopping sideways as he smiled, dazed and dopey. he was still flushed, still panting just a little, but more than anything, he looked happy. puppy-happy. glowing with the kind of simple joy only he could manage after something so intense.

“you’re real warm,” he mumbled, cheek smushed into her temple. “perfect size. like a little blanket just for me.”

“you’re the heater here,” she teased weakly, but her voice was fond, her fingers lazily combing through his hair and brushing along the base of one ear. 

he let out a whuff of a sigh and arched into it, tail thumping a little faster now.

“spoilin’ me,” he murmured. “i’m going to get all needy if you keep that up.”

“you’re already needy as is,” she said, and he didn’t even deny it— just gave a dopey grin and licked her cheek again, soft and slow, like he couldn’t help himself.

“guess i am,” he said, his voice all gravel and sunshine, “but you like it. admit it.”

she rolled her eyes, but didn’t move. didn’t want to move. not with him still knotted inside her, not with his arms like iron around her and that soft, puppyish whine every time she shifted too far away. not with his tail brushing her calves and his thumb lazily stroking her lower back in slow, content circles.

“i like you like this,” she admitted finally, cheek resting over his heartbeat. “all clingy and warm. soft.”

his ears perked up, tail wagging harder now despite how tired he was. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he made a soft, pleased wuff again, kissed the top of her head, and tightened his hold. “then i’m stayin’ like this forever. right here. with you. no one else gets you like this, alright? just me.”

she smiled into his skin, letting her eyes drift shut, wrapped in the arms of the world’s biggest, clingiest, most lovably infatuated puppy.

“so needy, caleb,” she hummed. she let out a soft sigh, pressing a kiss to his bare chest as she rested her cheek against him..

“just you.”

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𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: pirate captain! caleb x afab! cabinboy! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the captain discovers his cabinboy isn't truly as they present themselves to be. if they want to act like a boy, then he'll treat them like one. 𝐜𝐰: noncon, abuse of authority/power imbalance, threats of death, degradation, anal, misgendering, masculinization. reader is referred to by gender neutral pronouns but is afab.

the ‘black siren’ cut through the churning sea like a blade through silk, sails full, hull groaning against the wind’s bite. it was a sharp, moonlit night, one of those rare, perfect balances between quiet and tension. 

captain caleb stood at the helm, boots braced, gaze locked towards the endless dark. the wind toyed with the red-lined edges of his coat, and somewhere below deck, laughter from the communal baths echoed through the boards. 

his barely heard it. his mind was elsewhere— caught on the small, clumsy steps and voice of his so-called cabin boy. and behind him, like a shadow at his heels, his cabin boy moved with silent dogged loyalty.

the boy was slight, scrappy, always too breathless, always wearing his clothes too baggy, hair pulled back in a messy tuft. he was skittish, awkward sometimes in the way he avoided bathing with the others or shrank from the casual slap on the back. caleb had watched it all in silence.

for months now, he’d let it go.

let the boy carry barrels he could barely lift. let him scrub the deck until his fingers bled. let him curl in his hammock at night, half-sick with exhaustion but still quick to rise at a barked command. 

he worked hard, caleb would give him that. and hard work, even in a body too soft and too small for the brutal demands of piratcy, was worth something. but it wasn’t the lack of strength in his arms that stirred suspicion in the captain’s mind— it was the way the boy flinched when anyone got to close, how his shirts were always buttoned high even when it was sweltering out, the way he’d disappear when it was time for a dip in the sea. 

caleb allowed all of it. he indulged it. had even, in weak moments, thought that their quiet loyalty, his trembling eagerness to please, was… endearing. 

how pathetic. 

the final straw had come that night— when he’d come down to the bathhouse himself and watched him scramble to cover a chest that shouldn’t have been there. the towel had clung too tightly. the blush at his cheeks, the fear in his eyes when their gazes locked— it said everything he hadn’t.

and caleb did not tolerate liars. 

the door to his quarters slammed open, and he shoved him— **it** through. 

barefoot, dripping, still clutching that cursed towel to it’s chest— it looked small. frail. like something fragile dressed in borrowed skin.

he hated it. 

“you’ve got some goddamn nerve,” he growled, voice like cold steel. “paradin’ around this ship like a man. like my crew.”

their lips parted. “captain, i— “

“shut it.”

his hand shot out, and gravity buckled beneath their feet, forcing them to their knees, pinned— not by any form of touch, but by the sheer pressure in the air around them, like the weight of the sea pressing down on their shoulders. 

“you think you’re clever?” he snarled, stepping toward them, slow, dangerous. “you think hidin’ behind a ponytail and a bindin’ makes you invincible? makes you one of the boys? gives you the authority to lie to me?”

his violet eyes burned into theirs, voice growing quieter, crueler. 

“you’re not a man. you’re not even a good liar.”

they trembled beneath his gaze, lips quivering. 

“i didn’t mean to— “ “you didn’t mean to?” he laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. “you lied to my face. every damn day. you ate with us, sailed with us, slept under my protection— and all the while, you were hidin’ like a damn coward.”

caleb stepped in closer, gripping their wrist, hard enough to bruise. his other hand lifted their chin, forcing them to meet his eyes. 

“you wanna act like a man so badly?” he sneered. “then fine, i’ll treat you like one. you’ll wake with the crew, scrub the deck ’til your fingers fall off. i won’t go easy on you either, not because you’re… whatever you are. but because you’re a dirty fuckin’ liar.”

they shook, trembling before the captain as their eyes filled with unshed tears, clumsy words spilling past their lips. 

caleb simply sneered, his grip on their wrist growing tighter, nails digging into the delicate skin. “you’re not a man, you’re barely even a boy.”

he leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against the cabin boy’s ear, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. “but if you’re so intent on actin’ like a man, on bein’ one with my crew, then i’ll treat you like one.”

“wake with the crew, scrub the deck ’til your fingers fall off, face the same punishment as any other man caught in a lie. i won’t go easy on you either, not because you’re… whatever you are. but because you’re a dirty fuckin’ liar.”

caleb’s hand slid from their wrist to their throat, his fingers curling around the slender column, feeling the rapid flutter of their pulse. “and if you can’t handle it, if you try to run or hide like the coward you are…” his other hand drifted down to their chest, fingers splaying over the towel, feeling the racing heartbeat beneath. “then i’ll be forced to make an example of you. a reasonable punishment for a liar and a deceiver.”

he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against their ear, his voice low and cold as the grave. 

“i’ll tie a cannonball to that little ankle of yours, drag you to the bow and push you overboard. let you sink to the bottom of the sea and feed the fish.” his hand tightened around their throat, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make his point. “that’s the fate of liars, boy.”

the captain’s eyes raked over the trembling figure kneeling before him, taking in the way the damp towel clung to curves he had previously ignored. he could feel the heat building in his groin, his breeches growing tighter by the second. 

they were pretty in a delicate, fragile way. and despite the fear and desperation in their eyes, he could see the glimmer of something else. 

his other hand drifted lower, skimming over the swell of their chest, barely concealed beneath th towel. he could feel their nipple stiffen under his touch, betraying their arousal.

“i’m not a liar, captain,” they gasped out, voice shaking but determined. “please, i didn’t mean to deceive you. just wanted to prove myself, to earn my place on your crew.” they insisted, their eyes, those damnably alluring eyes, meeting his. 

caleb scoffed, his grip on their chin tightening after moving it from their throat. “you want to prove yourself? then prove it now.” his grip was punishing, forcing them onto their feet and shivering them against his desk, knocking over a pile of documents. 

“you say you wanna be treated like a boy?” he snarled, voice dripping with disdain as he pinned them against his desk uncomfortable. “i’ll give you the same welcome a new boy gets on this ship.” his other hand fisted in their hair, yanking their head back, forcing them to meet his gaze. 

“i didn’t mean to upset you, captain— “ they forced out, yelping softly. 

“upset me? you lied to me, boy. straight through your teeth like a damn dog.”

he pressed two thick fingers against their lips, rubbing the pads roughly against the soft flesh. “it’s best you keep this clumsy mouth of yours shut.” he commanded, voice a dark rumble. 

they parted their lips, and he shoved his fingers inside, pressing them down against their tongue, feeling them gaga and choke around the intrusion. drool leaked from the corners of their mouth, dribbling down their chin as he pressed harshly against the centre of their tongue. 

eventually, he jerked his fingers from their mouth, allowing them to gasp for hair. he stared at the saliva coating them, grimacing before he wiped his fingers clean against the cabin boy’s skin, and then his own pants. 

“beg for forgiveness,” he demanded, not meeting their gaze as his hands drifted lower, skimming over the flat plane of their stomach, the dip of their navel. the towel was discarded, pooled at their feet as they stood bare before the captain.

they panted harshly, chest heaving, tears streaking their flushed cheeks. “please, captain,” they choked out, voice hoarse from the short-lived abuse to their mouth. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to lie. i just— you know i’d never lie to you on purpose!” 

“i don’t know you at all.” caleb forced out, brows drawn to a furrow as his fingers dipped between their legs, rubbing roughly against slick folds. he circled their clit, the sensitive nub stiffening under his touch, betraying their arousal despite the fear and shame in their eyes.

“this,” he pinched the small bug between his fingers, twisting cruelly. “such a tiny little cocklet you have. not even worthy of the name,” he mocked. “no wonder you tried to hide it ‘nd pass off as one of my men. no real man would want to be seen with a cock as pathetic as this.”

they whimpered, squirming beneath him, trying to close their legs but he forced them apart, forcing his leg between them. 

caleb’s hand drifted lower, he could feel the heat emanating at their core, could see the glistening arousal coating their thighs. but he paid no mind to their dripping cunt, ignoring their body’s desperate pleas for stimulation. 

instead, his fingers drifted further back, skimming over the tight pucker of their asshole. they tensed beneath his touch, a whimper spilling past their lips as they instinctively tried to clench themselves shut. but caleb was not deterred. he pressed the tip of his thumb against the tight ring of muscle, pushing insistently until the tip popped inside, forcing a sharp gasp from his cabin boy.

with a bruising force, caleb flipped them around,  bending them over the desk. they gasped once more as their chest pressed against the cool wood, scattering the remaining papers and knocking over an inkwell. the dark liquid spilled across the desk, staining the parchment and dripping onto the floor.

“keep fightin’ me, and you’ll get a lot worse than a sore ass,” he growled, hiking their hips up and forced them to arch their back. he could feel the way their body trembled with fear and reluctant arousal as he grabbed the globes of their ass, squeezing the firm flesh before delivering a sharp smack to one cheek. 

they yelped, trying to squirm away, but he held them fast. his other hand fumbled with his breeches, undoing the laces and shivering them down to his knees. his thick, hard cock sprang free, the swollen head already dripping and aching with need.

“;et’s see what passes for a cock on a lyin’ little thing like you,” he sneered, gripping their hips and forcing their ass cheeks apart. he spat crudely onto their tight rosebud, his saliva dripping down the cleft of their ass. it wasn’t the best aim, but he didn’t care. they didn’t deserve the luxury of pleasure.

caleb rubbed the head of his cock against their hole, feeling it clench instinctively at the foreign touch. 

“so small,” he mocked, rubbing his thick length against them, spreading and smearing the saliva. “you make a damn pretty boy, i’ll give you that.”

caleb pressed forward, feeling the tight ring of muscle resist him. with one brutal thrust, he forced his thick cock past their tight entrance, the sound of their screaming echoing in his ears. he didn’t bother waiting for. them to adjust, just started fucking into them with hard, sharp thrusts that shook the desk and rattled the remaining bottles of ink. 

the captain grimaced as their scream pierced the air, grabbing a fistful of their hair and yanking their head back, forcing them to arch their spine more sharply. 

“shut your mouth,” he growled, his voice tight with exertion and cruel amusement. “no one wants to you scream like a dyin’ cat.” he shoved two thick fingers into their mouth against, pressing down on their tongue and muffling their thighs as he pushed them into the orfice as far as he could, knuckles uncomfortable pressed against their lips. 

“fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he grunted, gripping their hips hard enough to leave bruises. his balls slapped against their ass with each thrust, his cock plunging deeper, spreading them open around his thick girth. he set a brutal pace, fucking them hard and fast, not giving them any time to get used to the intrusion at all. 

the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by his grunts and groans of satisfaction. he was sure that their pathetic little boy-clit, their so called ‘cock’, was leaking all over the desk, aching for a touch it would never receive. 

“bet your tiny prick is droolin’ all over itself now,” he taunted, slamming into them harder, feeling their whole body jerk with each thrust. “watchin’ a real man fuck your ass, claimin’ you, ruinin’ you for anythin’ else.” he could feel them trembling, could hear the muffled whimpers around his fingers as he used them. 

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to be put in your place, to be reminded of where you belong? to be treated like a real boy?” 

caleb could feel their slick arousal coating his cock, easing the way for his brutal thrusts. his fingers found their clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in rough circles, feeling it throb against his touch, forcing more thighs and more squirming from them. 

“such a needy little thing,” he sneered, pinching their clit between his fingers and rolling it, tugging on it as he fucked into them harder, deeper. “i bet you’re close, aren’t you? ready to cum like the desperate slut you are?”

he could fee his own release building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of them, thick cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied his heavy load deep into their bowels. caleb groaned long and low, fingers digging into the flesh of their hips, hard enough to leave deep, angry red marks as he rode out the waves of. his intense orgasm.

a pathetic cry left them as their own body convulsed, nails digging into the desk, trying to cling onto something, anything, but only leaving helpless scratches on the wood.

caleb could feel them clenching around him, their body instinctively trying to push out the foreign intruder, but he just gripped them harder, forcing them to keep his load inside. 

as the last tremors of his climax faded, caleb slowly pulled his softening cock out of their abused hole. they whimpered as he withdrew, a flood of their combined juices leaking out to drip down their thighs. he gathered some of the excess on his fingers, smearing it across the back of their thighs, rubbing it against their folds, like a perverse mark of his claiming.

with a low sigh, he brushed their hair from their face, petting their head almost tenderly as they slumped over his desk, panting and shaking. “there now, such a good boy.” he murmured, his voice still rough but softer than before. 

“you’ve got spirit, i’ll give you that, lad. and a tight, greedy little hole.” he chuckled, giving their ass a light smack that made them jerk and whimper. “i’ll think about forgivin’ you, boy. you’ve earned that much, at least.” he stepped back, tucking himself away and straightening his clothes.

however, his somewhat attempt at “kindness”, if you could even call it that, was short-lived. “clean yourself up and get dressed,” he ordered. “i won’t have you loungin’ in my office like a wanton harlot. don’t mistake my mercy for kindness.”

they clumsily obeyed, stumbling as they stood up on shaky legs, wiping at the mess between their legs with the cloth he had earlier thrown at them, smearing the evidence of his claiming on the fabric with shaky hands. he could see the way they winced as they moved, could imagine the ache in their ravaged hole. 

“i want you gone by the time i’m back, boy. and you should rest up. you’ll need it, if you intend to keep up with the rest of my men.” 

the captain didn’t look back as the door shut hard behind him, leaving them alone in the quiet, to pick up the remnants of the wreckage left in his wake. 

𝐚/𝐧: i love pirate captain caleb... it's mermay so if you REALLY think about it, this is on theme too. i want to write stuff for mermay, thinking abt siren! reader nd pirate caleb or maybe siren! caleb... thinking hard.

[piroulinewafers]

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: choso x fem! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: choso doesn’t understand humans. but he wants so badly to understand her, especially when she’s quiet and sad— so he sits beside her, cold hands and clumsy words, trying to make the storm a little softer. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the wind bit through his coat, though choso didn’t mind.

snow clung to his boots, melting and sloshing inside the seams as he stomped his way up to the front door, fishing out his keys from his jacket pocket and, finally, after a few tries, he finally was able to get it through the key hole.

with a sigh, he kicked his boots off clumsily, the wet soles leaving muddy, snowy prints across the flood. whatever. he’d clean it later.

his scarf was damp, clinging to his neck in icy folds as he tugged it off and dropped it on the counter without a care. the heater in the corner buzzed gently, but the air still bit cold against his skin, numbing his fingers as he stepped inside further. 

he didn’t mean to slam the door, not really, at least. the cold made him tense, sluggish. his fingers were stiff from the walk back and he was still reeling from the headache inducing mission he’s just come back from.

choso sighed, shrugging off his jacket and sloppily hung it, trying his best to replicate the way she hung her own jackets. 

at first, he’d thought the room was empty. it was late, so it wouldn’t be all that surprising if she had gone off to sleep or perhaps she was busy doing something else. he didn’t know.

but there, curled into the far end of the couch in their shared living room space, she sat quiet and small, wrapped in one of those oversized hooded she always seemed to wear when something had worn her thin. her knees were tucked up, arms looped loosely around them, her face half-buried in the fabric. the soft glow of the lamp pooled around her, warm yet distant.

choso frowned. she hadn’t looked up when he came in. not even a small smile, not even that little scrunch of her nose she gave when he stomped too loudly through the hallway.

he hated the way that felt.

“hey,” he called out, not unkindly, his voice low and rough from the cold. “you okay?”

she blinked slowly, her eyes heavy and distant as she met his gaze, chin now perched on her knees. “hi, choso.”

not really an answer. not really anything.

choso shifted uncomfortably on his feet. he wasn’t good at this sort of thing— whatever this was. emotional stuff. feelings. humans. he’d always been better at instincts, at fighting and surviving and protecting the few he cared for. but with her… things tangled. quiet things, soft things. things he didn’t know how to name.

he crossed the room in a few heavy steps and dropped onto the couch beside her with a quiet thud. the cushions gave under his weight, sending a little bounce through her side. she didn’t flinch, just stayed still, eyes tracing something i invisible across the floor.

“you look sad,” he said finally, watching her out from the corner of his eyes. “like… weird sad. not your usual kind.”

she let out a breath— barely a sigh- and turned her head slightly. “it’s nothing.”

choso scowled, fingers twitching in his lap. “feels like somethin’.”

“i just… had a rough day,” she murmured. “work was loud. people were loud. and now it’s storming. it’s— i don’t know. it’s stupid.”

“it ain’t stupid,” he said quickly. then frowned. “i mean, maybe it is. but not ‘cause you’re feelin’ it.”

a sound escaped her lips, one he wasn’t familiar with. 

he sat for a moment in silence, then leaned closer to her, elbows on his knees. “I don’t… i don’t really get why you get like this. you’re soft all the time, yeah? but this feels different. like somethin’s weighin’ you down, and i don’t know what it is, and it’s makin’ me itch.” 

she blinked at him, brows furrowed. 

“I ain’t tryin’ to poke at you,” he added quickly, trying to fix the the look on her face. he meant prod, but it was a good attempt. “just— if i knew what it was, maybe i could fix it. or punch it. or make it go away.”

choso shifted a little, scratching lightly at his jaw. he felt like something was stuck in his throat. not a real thing— just a tightness, a weight that didn’t go away. 

“i don’t get humans,” he said flatly, finally, seeming quite frustrated. 

“don’t get the way you all… carry stuff,” he went on, his tone slow, deliberate, like he was picking each word out of a pole carefully. “feel too much. talk around stuff ‘nd pretend you’re okay when you’re clearly not. you cry at weird times. you hold onto things that hurt.”

she looked back down at her lap, not answering. choso noticed, a strange expression on his face as he tried to think of what he could possibly do to make her feel better, to fix the sad expression on her face that he seemed to amplify with every clumsy words that left his lips. 

he felt her shift again— maybe to look at him— but he didn’t meet her gaze.

“you get all quiet. small. sad. and i dunno why, i don’t get what’s in your head or why the world makes you cry sometimes, but i don’t like seein’ it. it’s not fair.”

his voice grew softer. “makes me wanna tear somethin’ up. but there’s nothin’ to fight. just you sittin’ there, looking’ like your all hurt and i can’t do anythin’ about it. i don’t get it, i just want to make you feel better again.”

choso rubbed his face, huffing as he tried to think of what to say next, what he could possibly conjure up in his sloppy attempts at comfort. 

her lips curved, barely, and she leaned into his side just a little now. “you don’t have to fix anything, choso.”

he exhaled softly, like he didn’t believe her, but nodded anyway, taking her response to his touch as some sort of sign what he said had worked in some capacity.

“i just want to make you feel better,” he repeated.

she rested her head against his shoulder, and he tensed for a breath before letting it go. his arm looped around her, hesitant and rough, but steady, and just a little too quickly and eagerly. he wasn’t good at comfort, he never really had been. 

his voice was always too blunt, hands and words too clumsy. but he tried his best and he meant well. he wasn’t graceful, wasn’t practiced in softness, but he gave when he had and all that he knew.

“i just… want you here,” she murmured, voice quiet against the rise and fall of his chest. “it’s been a rough day. i don’t want you to worry, cho.”

her fingers curled lightly into the fabric of his shirt, as if anchoring herself there.

“seeing you all sad like that makes me nervous. what if you break and i can’t put you back together?”

she blinked at his words, a little taken aback but his intense, sincere thoughtfulness and concern, noting the way his brows furrowed, how there was still melted snowflakes clinging to his lashes from being out for so long. 

her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out right away. her heart gave a small tug. 

“that’s…” she murmured, her voice quieter than before. that’s a really heavy thing to say, choso.”

the man just stared at her, unsure if she was saying it positively or negatively. “i guess.” he responded with a shrug. 

her eyes lingered on the snowflakes still caught in his lashes, delicate and fleeting. his brow still creased in worry, like he was waiting of her to crack right in front of him. she reached up and brushed a melting flake away with her knuckle. 

“i’m not gonna break,” she said gently, a bit of a wobbly smile tugging at her lips. “but even if i did… i don’t want you to worry.”

her fingers lingered near his cheek for a second longer before falling back to her lap. “you don’t have to be nervous,” she added, her tone shy but warm. “just… sit with me. that helps more than anything else. i like being close to you.”

she let out a small, weary laugh— warm, even if it was a little frayed at the edges. “humans are kinda stupid, huh?”

choso’s gaze lingered at the top of her head, his hand slowly smoothing over her arm, craning his head abit so he could get a better look at her face.

“yeah,” he said, voice low. “but i like you anyways.”

[piroulinewafers]

I'm more into calm and adorable fanfics, I really liked your writing and I wanted to ask if you could write what it would be like if MC or a Nonmc taught Xavier how to cook, Because I usually see them say not to go near the kitchen, but I would rather teach him than not let him 😞 (I use the translator to write this so sorry if doesn't make much sense and thx! )

𝐚/𝐧: no worries, it makes perfect sense! i do love the idea of the reader teaching xavier how to cook, even if it's just the little things and if it's slow. xavier is patient and he'll take a million scoldings and retrys so long as it means that he can stay close to the one he loves, and he can make them happy.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: xavier x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: none. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the city outside hummed behind rain-slicked glass, neon flickering against the windowpane in soft, broken pulsed.

inside, she moved like a lullaby.

she was barefoot, sweater sleeves pushed to her elbows, and her apron was tied askew at her back, the bow lopsided. a quiet song hummed beneath her breath, barely audible over the simmering pot on the stove. steam wafted up as she stirred gently, the rhythm as calm as her breathing. the scent of garlic and paprika floated through the air— comforting, familiar.

she reached up for another spice jar, tiptoes pressing softly into the faded kitchen tile, when she heard it— the quiet click of the door. 

xavier stood in the doorway, damp hair curled faintly at his temples from the rain and s ingle droplet clinging to the collar of his jacket. his expression was somewhat unreadable and neutral as always— calm and composed— but his gaze softened the second it found her. 

“you left the door unlocked,” he said, voice low and even, though a twinge of concern clung to his words.

“i knew you were coming,” she murmured. “your footsteps sound different than anyone else’s.”

a beat. “that’s a strange thing to notice.”

she smiled to herself as she turned back to the stove. “you’re always so light on your feet. plus, you carry your weight different when you’re tired.”

there was another, pause, and she frowned a bit, a hand reached to rub at her chin with the palm of her hand, a sheepish expression settling on her features. “hah, that sounds a bit weird now that i say it out loud, doesn’t it?”

he didn’t respond right away. then, quietly. “i see.”

she heard the sound of his boots being set by the door, the rustle of fabric as he rolled up his own sleeves after hanging up his jacket. he lived right next door, and yet, in times like these and with how comfortable he was in her home, it felt like they lived together. 

“i’ll help.”

her spoon paused mid-stir. 

“you… want to help?”

“i’m capable.”

“you’re dangerous with a peeler,” she said, laughing gently. 

xavier stepped beside her, the heat from the stove blurring slightly into the space between them. his presence was quiet but full— like dusk settling over a familiar hill. he looked at the pot before, without warning, reaching for a jar of chilli flakes. 

her eyes widened. “wait— xavier, you don’t— “

a pinch dropped in. then another. and then, with almost ceremonial solemnity, he picked up a bottle of soy sauce.

“xavier,” she said, gently alarmed, “that’s—“ her hand moved to settle on his arm, but it did little to stop him. he seemed focus, tongue barely poking past his lips. he didn’t even know what she was making to begin with…

he tilted the bottle of soy sauce slightly. a drop. then another. then— four more. he didn’t even look at the label. 

“you’re going to make it inedible.”

he stirred it once, slowly, as if conducting a ritual. she hovered beside him, watching with a mix of horror and endearment. “do you… usually cook like this?”

“i don’t usually cook,” he replied matter of factly, still stirring. “i just watch you or whoever. or i order food.” he said with a shrug.

“then where did you learn that that much child and soy go together in soup?”

“i didn’t.”

“…right.”

she reached over and gently took his hand, stilling the spoon.

his fingers relaxed in hers, though his face remained as calm as ever— except for the faint flush rising at his ears. she tilted her head up, smiling.

“may i?”

he stepped aside with a small, almost imperceptible nod. 

she took a spoonful, bringing it to her lips. she tried to hide the discontentment on her face, brows furrowing as she coughed out a bit. 

“it’s a little strong, xavier,” she said gently. “but we can fix it.”

she took a breath, stepping closer, her fingers lightly brushing his wrist. “let me show you.”

he didn’t move, just let her guide his hand on the spoon, her much smaller one fitting gently over his. her skin as warm, soft from flour and warm dishwater. his was cool, a little rough from years, decades, of fighting. 

“not like that,” she said softly, shifting his grip. “here… hold it here, near the neck. easier to feel the weight, yeah?”

his blue eyes dropped to her face. she wasn’t looking at him— focused entirely on the broth, her lashes low and mouth curved in quiet concentration. her voice was gentle, almost absentminded.

“you don’t want to stir too hard. you’ll break the tofu.”

“i see,” he said. he didn’t.

“use the edge. glide under the surface. like you’re moving a sleeping cat.” there was a pretty smile tugging at her lips now.

she looked up at him then, a little sideways. her smile was crooked with fondness and something shy hovered behind it.

xavier blinked. “you’re very good at this.”

“at soup?”

“at soft things.”

she wasn’t all that sure what he meant by that, but she supposed, seeing the soft expression on his face and the honesty in his voice, that it must have meant something good.

her fingers lingered on his, holding him steady. he didn’t need help— not in the way most people did— but he let her guide him anyway. because it meant her hands were on his, and the kitchen had become almost impossibly quiet except for their breathing and the whisper of the soup.

“here,” she said after a moment, reaching for the pepper, brushing his shoulder. “add just a little of this.” 

there was something so gently awkward about the way he stood there, arms loosely folded, watching her fix the broth. he was strong, composed, dealing in battle— and completely helpless around salt measurements.

xavier obeyed without a word.

she stood beside him, hands folded in front of her apron. she didn’t say anything at first. just stepped close, gently taking the wooden spoon from his grip now. he stilled.

she dipped the spoon in again with slow, practiced care. his hand remained near, unsure, lingering like he might be asked to try again or add something else. 

quietly, she brought a spoonful of soup towards his face, blowing on it wordlessly. a quiet hush of breath, warmth meeting warmth, the steam catching against her lashes.

“careful, it’s still hot.”

then, she tilted the spoon toward him, looking up him him as she held her hand beneath the spoon, in case any excess threatened to spill over. finally, she brought the spoon to his lips, feeding him slowly. 

he tasted it, and something small and content flickered in his eyes. 

she smiled. “better?”

he nodded, his gaze focused on her. “i like when you teach me,” he admitted, a soft, smile tugging at his lips, mirroring her own. 

her cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t look away. “i like when you let me.”

for a long moment, neither moved. the stove hummed quietly behind them and xavier leaned in again— not for another taste of the soup, but just to be close, his forehead brushing against hers. 

“…coking’s a little confusing,” he admitted quietly. 

she looked up at him, tilting her head slightly but not daring to pull away. 

“all the steps. the… tasting. measuring things that don’t always measure right.” he paused, glancing down at the pot again. “but i like it when you like what i make.”

a soft smile bloomed on her lips, as if her heart was being cradled. 

“i always like your food,” he went on, quieter still, warm. “even if it’s mine only a little.”

“its yours too,” she whispered in return. “you helped me make it, didn’t you?”

xavier’s eyes softened, the corners crinkling just faintly. he gave her hand a light squeeze. 

they stood in front of the simmering pot, steam curling softly around them as she leaned in again, her forehead resting gently against his, only to press a lingering kiss to the corner of his lips.

xavier’s eyes fluttered shut, his hand finding the small of her back, steady and warm.

neither of them spoke— they didn’t have to. they simply breathed in the quiet comfort of soup and silence, hearts beating as one. 

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im thinking...piss pink AND scent kink caleb mixed together in one fic, its upto you how u implement it im giving u all the freedom to have fun w it, i luvluvluv freaks like you odjsjsisjsjsj<3333 ur amazing ur writing is worth the moon dearest!!

𝐚/𝐧: waaa, thank u hehe... admittedly i literally couldn't come up with anything for this initially so i was mulling with this 'scratch and sniff' draft for quite some time... i was thinking maybe something where the reader pisses herself from caleb making her laugh or somethin nd then caleb jerking off using the pillow she pissed on but then i couldn't come up with anything else. i sound like a lunatic ok ok ill stop talking lol ;;

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! subordinate! reader 𝐜𝐰: general noncon, omorashi, scent kink, ruined orgasm, humiliation, degradation. caleb interrogates his subordinate (reader) , she pisses herself out of fear, nd caleb degrades her nd sniffs her panties idk . 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the lights in the room were dim, buzzing faintly overhead with the kind of cold fluorescence that made everything feel too sharp, too quiet. the air smelled faintly of metal and dust— sterile, clinical and unforgiving. 

she sat stiffly in the lone chair bolted to the floor, hands in her lap, shoulders hunched. her breathing was shallow, eyes glossy with unspilled tears. she flinched as the heavy door opened behind her.

the colonel stepped in. 

his boots echoed sharply against the tile, a slow, steady rhythm that seemed to crawl up her spine. he didn’t speak at first. just paced a slow circle around her, the heat of his presence dragging goosebumps up her arms.

when he finally stopped behind her, he didn’t touch her.

“eyes front,” he said, voice cool and measured. “you know the rules.”

her throat bobbed as she obeyed, staring at the blank wall ahead of her. her voice came out small, cracking. “I didn’t mean to break protocol.”

“no?” caleb circled to her front now, folding his arms as he looked down at her. “then explain why your clearance badge was found outside restricted quarters. unauthorized access. breach of chain-of-command. and you “didn’t mean to”?” 

she shook her head quickly, lip trembling. “it was a mistake— colonel, i swear, i didn’t thin— “ 

“that much is clear,” he cut in, sharp and cruel. “you didn’t think. and now look where that’s gotten you.”

his uniform was immaculate— buttons gleaming, boots polished, eyes sharp and dark with something unreadable.

“care to explain,” he said, approaching with deliberate calm, “why you’re attempting to access a classified wing without clearance?”

she opened her mouth. then closed it again.  

caleb stood before the trembling figure, his tall, muscular frame looming over her. “you know,” caleb began, his voice a low, threatening but even rumble. “you’ve been a valuable subordinate, but this little stunt you’ve pulled today… it’s given me pause.”

he stepped closer, the heels of his polished boots clicking ominously against the floor. “i’m sure you understand the gravity of your transgression.”

she remained silent, biting her lower lip to stifle a whimper as she grew teary. caleb noticed the way her body shuddered with ease.

“this kind of defiance… it won’t be tolerated,” caleb warned, purple eyes flashing dangerously. “surely, you remember the fate of those who dared to cross the fleet? the punishments i’ve had to inflict on lesser subordinates for lesser offences?” he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “and you know i have… particular methods to deal with those who displease me.”

as caleb loomed over her, her eyes widened in fear, breath hitching in her throat. she knew the colonel was never one to hold back when it came to such  matters. he was note one to say things without meaning it. she pressed her thighs together nervously. it was a useless response.

suddenly, she felt a warm, humiliating sensation spreading across her crotch, dampening her panties and seeping through her pants. the stress and terror of the moment had proven too much for her small bladder to bear. a pungent, acrid scent began to fill the small room.

the colonel’s nose wrinkled, recoiling slightly in disgust. he paused mid-step, eyeing her with a mix of revulsion that melded into twisted amusement. a dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he took in the sight of his once-composed subordinated, now reduced to s asking, incontinent mess.

“it seems your body is more honest than your words,” he mocked, his voice dripping with cruel amusement and disgust. “pissin’ yourself like a scared child… how pathetic.” caleb stepped back, circling her slowly, drinking in the sight of her debasement.

when he finally settled before her, she tensed, sniffling and shaking her head as he stared down at them. 

the colonel drank in her debased state. without warning, he abruptly crouched down before her, his large frame forcing its way between her trembling thighs. she instinctively tried to clench them shut, a feeble attempt at preserving her modesty, but caleb roughly pried them apart with his strong, gloved hands. 

“colonel— colonel, don’t— “ she begged, her voice choked with sobs and humiliation. but her pleas fell on deaf ears, igniting one ya cruel hunger in caleb’s heart.

ignoring her protests, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pants, yanking them downwards together with a brutal tug. she cried out, trying in vain to squirm away from his violating touch, but the restraints held her fast. her soaked panties and pants pooled around her ankles, leaving her lower half exposed and vulnerable.

caleb drank in the sight of her shame, eyes roving over her intimate area glistening with the evidence of her bladder failure, and something else. 

a sigh rumbled from his chest as he plucked her damp panties from the floor, bringing them up for her to see, dangling them on a finger, as if far too grossed out to properly touch it. 

“look at you,” he sneered, voice dripping with contempt. “a grown woman, reduced to a snivelling, incontinent mess” he reached out, his gloved fingers brushing against her inner thigh, making her flinch and whimper. “you’ve made a right royal mess of yourself, haven’t you? and your uniform. what a disgrace.”

the colonel brought the pair of panties, a cotton pair with an album childish cartoonish apple on the centre and a cute little bow, to his nose. he inhaled deeply, pupils dilating with a mix of revulsion and twisted arousal at the scent of her piss and sweat, mixed with the faint heady scent of her arousal. his lips curled in disgust, eyes glinting with cruel indifference. “disgusting.”

he brought the piss-soaked panties to his nose once more, inhaling the acrid stench with a low groan that was equal parts revulsion and reluctant arousal. he couldn’t deny the way his body reacted to her utter debasement, his cock straining painfully against the confines of his uniform pants. but he refused to allow her to see the full effect she had on him, determined to use her shame to punish and degrade her further.

“you’re just a child,” caleb mocked, his voice a cruel sneer once more. “a naught, disobedient little girl who can’t control her bladder.” he trailed a gloved finger alone her slick slit, making her gasp and shudder. “look at this mess you’ve made. what would your parents think of you know?”

ignoring her whimpers and pleas, club flicked her sensitive clit wiith his fingers, eliciting a choked cry from her throat. 

“p-please, i— i am sorry colonel— “

caleb stared at her, eyes flicking from her cunt to her flushed face before letting out a grunt. “sorry won’t cut it. i don’t think you understand the severity of your actions.”

“n-no, that’s not true! i do get it, colonel— “ he shut her up easily as he taunted her further, circling her nub with a maddening precision. he continued his cruel ministrations, smearing her folds further with her own urine, sweat and arousal. 

her piss-soaked panted lay on her thigh, discomfortingly wet against soft skin. he was determined to make her suffer for her disobedience, a personal punishment, to carve a lesson into her flesh and psyche that she would never forget. and he was taking twisted pleasure in every debased second of her torment. 

“you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” he taunted, his breath hot against her neck. “getting aroused from being degraded like a cheap home?” caleb shook his head in mock disgust, even as he palmed himself through his pants with his free hand, trying to ease the pain of his own unwanted erection. “you’re pathetic.”

caleb could feel the heat of her sex beneath his fingers, could hear the desperate hitches in her breath as he circled her swollen clit. he knew she was close, could sense her body tensing, preparing for that delicious moment of release as her hips bucked up to meet his hand. but he refused to let her ave it, pinching her clit with punishing pressure as he growled in her ear. 

“don’t you dare come, you filthy girl,” he snarled, his voice a harsh rasp. “you don’t deserve that kind of pleasure, not after making such a mess of yourself.” he could feel his own cock throbbing, aching for release, tgrittingt his teeth and held back, denying them both the satisfaction. 

suddenly, he stepped back, releasing her and leaving her thighs trembling and slick. he tucked her soiled panties into the pocket of his uniform, a frown playing at his lips. 

“i’ve decided not to fire you,” he announced, watching as relief and shame warred on her tear-stained face. “I know you’re too weak to handle eat consequences of your actions. and besides…” his eyes glinted with cold amusement. “you’ve been punished enough for one day. haven’t you, subordinate?”

without waiting for a response, caleb turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving her half naked and debased, the acrid scent of her own urine still lingering in the air. he knew she would stay there, humiliated and shaking, until she eventually pulled herself together. 

if she were to cross him again, she’d face far worse than a sore cunt and a bruised ego. caleb would make sure of it. 

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🍪 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 !! 🍪

please send in kita shinsuke nd choso requests... HEAVY on kitashin, i'm SOOO normal about him. he's my favorite character to write i need to know there's a kitashin community on here sigh. and i guess hq/jjk/genshin reqs in general but. shinsuke <3333 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

[piroulinewafers]

Is there any way we can possibly pretty please get some more dad Caleb 🥲

Im seriously obsessed with how you write him .

𝐚/𝐧: i personally think caleb would be quite the boy-dad... i also think most of his kids would end up being carbon copies of him but maybe that's just me hehe.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: none. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the morning sunlight poured through the curtains in soft streaks, slanting over the floor and catching in golden strands on the kitchen tile. she stood barefoot in front of the stove, her sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder, spatula in hand and stray strands of hair splayed over her forehead. all the while, she balanced her squirmy toddler on one hip.

“don’t touch that,” she muttered to the small boy, who had made it his mission to poke everything within reach, including her cheek, the spatula and the edge of the frying pan. “it’s hot. that means ‘ow’. you say ‘ow’, remember?”

the boy blinked up at her, then cheerfully repeated, “ow!” before grabbing at the hem of her shirt instead. 

“great,” she sighed fondly. 

behind them, caleb’s voice rumbled from the table as he leaned forward in his chair, one arm draped over the back.”i told you he’s like me. reckless and charming.”

she turned just enough to shoot him a sleepy-eyed glare. “that is not the compliment you think it is.”

caleb grinned. their son, now squirming free from her hip and toddling unevenly toward his father, was a little carbon copy— tousled chestnut hair, same thick lashes, stubborn chin and a faint smattered of freckles at the apples of his cheeks. 

but those wide, curious eyes? all hers. all hers, warm and thoughtful and a little too observant for a child his age.

“he looks just like you,” she mumbled, going back to flipping pancakes. “my genes didn’t even put up a fight. i carried him, fed him, didn’t sleep for a year, and all i get is my eyes.”

“best part of him,” caleb said, completely serious, scooping the boy up onto his lap. their son immediately began fiddling with caleb’s dog tags, like he always did. 

“he’s gonna swallow those one day, caleb, be careful.”

“he won’t. he’s got a mouth too small for trouble. for now.” caleb looked down at the boy. “ain’t that right, buddy?”

the boy gave a gummy grin, and immediately tried to shove a tag in his mouth.

she pointed a spatula like a warning. “told you.”

“alright, alright.” caleb gently pried the tag free and sighed dramatically. “your mama’s always right, huh?”

caleb watched them like he always did when he got the chance— quietly, like it was a view he didn’t dare blink and miss. the sunlight caught in the flyaway strands of her hair, the ones she always grumbled about but never bothered to pin down this early in the morning. her shirt hung off one shoulder and she’d yet to fix it, exposing the soft curve of her collarbone and the tiny bruise he had left last night.

his throat tightened a little at the sight.

she sdidn’t even know, didn’t realize, just how much she softened everything. even the dull hum of the ship, the sleepless nights, the bone-deep weariness. she didn’t know that just standing there, barefoot in the kitchen, fussing about pancakes and hot pans, that she had already built something out of all the things he thought he’d never have. 

family.

their son, tucked against caleb’s chest now, made a triumphant sound as he yanked the dog tags again and gave them a hard shake after they’d moved to stand at the kitchen island counter.

“hey, gentle,” caleb murmured, smiling as he gently plucked them from tiny hands and tucked them back under his shirt. “those aren’t toys.”

the boy blinked up at him, then gave a wiggly grin , and reached for a pancake on caleb’s plate. 

“you’re just like your mama,” caleb said under his breath, balancing the toddler with one arm before setting him into his high chair as he broke up a small piece of fluffy pancake with the other. “always tryin’ to steal my food.”

he fed him slowly, careful to blow on each piece. the kid chewed with the exaggerated gusto of someone who thought every bite might be his last, syrup smudging his chin. caleb used his thumb to wipe it off, then kissed his cheek, ignoring the sticky mess. 

the freckles there would darken in the sun, just like his had when he was little. 

but those eyes… god. those were her’s through and through. when the boy stared up at him— steady and sweet and searching— it was like looking into the part of his life he never thought he deserved. 

he glanced up. she was humming under her breath now, flipping the last pancake with a satisfied hum. the light hit her face in that soft way again and her heart swelled too big for his chest. 

this— this was everything.

“hey,” he said, voice low so it wouldn’t startle her, “we ever talk about givin’ him a little sibling?”

she froze mid-hum, spatula hovering over the pan.

their son chose the exact moment to mash pancake into caleb’s collarbone. 

caleb didn’t even flinch, just smiled, eyes fixed on her. “i mean, c’mon. you’ve got strong genes, maybe they’ll fight back this time.”

she turned slowly, staring at him like she didn’t know whether to laugh or launch the spatula at his head. 

“you’re asking me that,” she said, “while our son is making a mess of his breakfast on your clavicle?” 

caleb glanced down at the syrup-slick mess on his collarbone and shrugged, entirely unfazed. “what can i say? he’s passionate.”

she sighed, setting the spatula own with a quiet clink and crossing the kitchen toward him. her steps were soft, but there was a familiar look on her face— an exhausted fondness buried beneath a view of exasperation. 

“you’re lucky i love you,” she murmured out, grabbing a wet wipe from underneath the sink and gently wiping at the mess on his skin. she was precise about it, but her touch was soft, almost unconsciously careful. 

“i know i am,” he murmured, watching her intently. he reached out with his free hand and caught her wrist. “but i mean it, you know. ‘doesn’t have to be now. or soon. but someday… i think we’d be good at it. again.”

she stilled for a moment, her fingers flexing slightly in his grasp.

“i don’t know if i’m ready for more sleepless nights,” she said quietly, eyes drifting to the toddler now making a mess of his pancakes like nothing mattered. “he’d already so much. and i’m tired. and scared i’d mess it up. twice.”

caleb let go of her wrist just to gently curl his fingers around her hand. “you didn’t mess up once,” he said, voice low and serious. “look at him. he’s happy, he’s bright. he’s got your heart, and he’s safe. that’s all you.”

she didn’t answer for a moment, just let out a soft, trembling sigh and leaned her forehead into the side of his. their son wriggled in his chair with a syrup stick squeal and she gave a small laugh in spire of herself. 

caleb kissed her temple. “no rush,” he said again. ‘we’ve got time. right now, i just want pancakes and you. in that order only because i already started eatin’.” 

“you’re lucky you’re cute, she mumbled, reaching up to his cheek to gently wipe some syrup from his face. 

their son picked up a  bit of pancake, falling apart in his little fist, and offered it to her as a little gift. she blinked, then took it with a little, “thank you” and a peck to his forehead.

caleb smiled, watching them both— his whole world, in syrup and sun and sleepy smiles— and thought, maybe, just maybe, he’d already gotten everything he ever wanted.

but still, he wouldn’t mind another set of those eyes, someday. 

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requesting!!

possessive and jealous caleb who cant take the sight of mc in a little bikini. she looks so hood but he can’t let anyone else see her like this so he sucks and plays with her nipples till they’re so sore the only thing she can wear now are caleb’s oversized shirts

(also not sure if you take these requests but could she also be on the smaller chest side, totally okay if you don’t accept body specific requests.)

🫶🫶🫶

𝐚/𝐧: i've been thinking about this request for like a week hehe... admittedly my productivity is waining </3 i usually write pretty generally but i'm fine with body specific requests most of the time! i wrote this generally in line with such.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: nipple play idk. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

caleb wasn’t sure who he was mad at more— the sun, the sea or that damn bikini that he should’ve never let leave the store rack. 

she stood by the shoreline, the little blue and white striped two-piece catching the light like it had a grudge against his sanity. the bows on her hips fluttered with the breeze, her shoulders shining with sunscreen that he had just applied, and her top— god help him— was the smallest piece of fabric he’d ever seen called clothing.

and she was tugging at it. adjusting it. wrapping her arms over her chest like she had something to hide.

she spotted him where he sat beneath the umbrella, arms crossed, jaw tight, trying his best not to make it obvious he was glaring holes into the horizon behind her. or maybe through the pack of guys playing volleyball a little too close for comfort and letting their eyes wander.

she trudged back toward him, the sand soft beneath her steps, leaving little prints all the way up to where he sat stiff-backed in the shade. she stood in front of him, pout already in place.

“gege,” she murmured, tugging at the strings at her back and turning halfway. “can you tighten this a little? it feel loose…” 

his sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose as he looked up at her.

loose? loose ?!

she was already wearing nothing as is basically.

but he didn’t say that. instead, he gave a tight grunt, rising to his feet, brushing the sand off his shorts. his hands were warm, large palms brushing over the delicate curve of her back as he reached for the thin strings. 

“i still think we should’ve gone later when it isn’t as busy,” he muttered, tugging the bow tighter with more force than necessary— though careful not to harm her.

“i wanted to come,” she said simply, softly. “it’s nice out. i thought it’d be fun.”

his jaw clenched as he knotted the string neatly and gave the bow a final tug on the right side. she shivered a little when his knuckles brushed against the bare skin of her spine.

“there,” he said softly, voice low. “snug.” 

she turned back around, adjusting the top with her hands as if she still wasn’t quite satisfied. her fingers toyed with the fabric, and then, of course, came the complaint. 

“it’s still kind of gappy…”

he blinked once. “gappy?”

she gestured vaguely at her chest. “i don’t fill it out that well…” 

caleb just huffed, shaking his head. “that top’s just too small, that’s what.”

“i-its not even that small, it’s gappy—“

he grunted. “it is. too small. way too small. what were you thinking wearin’ this in public?”

her head dipped. “you said beach day….” 

“yeah. i meant towels. sandcastles. maybe a bit t-shirt and one of those dumb sun hats you like.”

she whined softly and covered her face. “you’re being dramatic, gege. it’s a beach, i want to wear a cute bikini.”

“i’m been’ reasonable,” he muttered, already unscrewing the cap to the sunscreen. “now sit still.”

“gege, i already did it— “ she fussed.

“noe,” caleb cut her off, flipping the cap open with one thumb. “not good enough. you missed a few spots.”

“i didn’t— “

“you did,” he said firmly, and that was that.

she huffed again, drawing her knees up a little more after sitting down. he shifted behind her, making her lean forward just a little as he squeezed sunscreen into his palm.

“you act like you’ve never been in the sun before.” she muttered.

“not with you in that little thing,” he simple grumbled in return, rubbing his hands together before spreading gate lotion across her shoulders. 

she jumped slightly at the first touch. “it’s cold!”

“you’ll live,” he responded, but even he had to slow down, hands gliding with almost reverent pressure over her bare skin. her back was soft, and warm from the sun. his thumbs brushed over her shoulders blades, slowly working the sunscreen in with practiced care.

“stop squirming,” he added, palms sliding to her lower back. “you want me to miss somethin’ and let you burn up?”

“i said i already did my back,” she grumbled in response, voice muffled as she tried not to melt under his touch. “you’re so overbearing.”

“and yet here you are,” he replied , earning close enough that his breath tickled the shell of her ear. “lettin’ me do it anyways.”

she made a tiny noise but didn’t argue.

his hands roamed slow, methodical, smoothing every inch with ridiculous focus. it should’ve been quick— routine. but his brain was short-circuiting. she was warm and practically half-naked before him, dressed like a little dream and sounding like temptation ever time she sighed under his hands.

he swallowed hard and pulled away with effort. “alright. turn.”

she blinked up at him. “what? no, caleb— my front is fine, i did that part too—“

“did you get under the straps?” he pointed to the white little straps, gently flicking the bow at her shoulders as a part of the design. “or your collarbones? your nose? you always forget your nose.”

she gave him a look, but sighed and turned toward him, arms still loosely crossed over her chest. 

caleb raised a brow. “pips.”

she let them drop with a muttered, “you’re impossible.”

caleb tried to keep his face neutral, but it was hard when she sat there in front of him, shy and squirmy and absolutely not helping his ability to function. he warmed a little sunscreen in his hands agin, then started at her shoulders, thumbs brushing over the fragile bones beneath her skin.

“you’re tremblin’,” he lightly teased, voice lower now. “what’re you so nervous for?”

“you’re staring,” she mumbled.

“I have to look,” he said. “you want me to do it right, don’t you?”

she looked away, pouting and he softened a little. then he slide his fingers up, gently smoothing lotion down her collarbone, slow and careful. when he reached the top edge of her bikini, he hesitated for a second, then kept going, thumbs brushing just beneath the fabric’s edge, where the sun would hit.

she squeaked. 

“hold still,” he murmured, but his voice was rougher now, betraying the way he was very much not holding still inside. 

“i can do it myself,” she offered weakly.

“nope,” he answered, again, always the same. “i’ve got you.” 

he finished with her chest, fingers just barely brushing down the centre of her sternum before shifting his touch to her cheeks. she blinked when he dotted a bit on her nose, then spread it gently over her scrunched face.

his hands continued their descent however, fingers skimming the sides of her ribcage before coming to rest on the delicate curve of her chest. he could feel her heart point beneath his palms as he began to smooth the sunscreen again over her skin, his touch lingering and lingering until it bordered on a caress. 

her chest was small, barely a handful at best and even that was a reach. but they were subtle in shape but soft with a slope that disappeared gently into the flat of her sternum. there wasn’t much there, not by anyone’s standards, but it was hers. modest and understated, like the rest of her. maybe that was why is drove her insane. 

caleb traced the edge of the fabric, dipping just slightly beneath to tease the soft flesh underneath. she gasped softly, her back arching slightly as a holt of sensation shot through her.

 “caleb,” she whimpered, glancing around nervously to see if anyone had noticed his brazen touch. “not here, someone might see…”

“i don’t care, let them see. you’re drivin’ me mad.” caleb growled, his voice low and rough with desire. his hands covered her small mounds completely, kneading and squeezing the supple flesh until her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her bikini top, which admittedly wasn’t all that much of a challenge. he could feel them hardening beneath his touch, the pebbled peaks pressing into his palms as he rolled and plucked at them through the material.

“gege, please…” she begged, but her protest was cut off by a sharp gasp as caleb ducked his head, flipping the top downwards and caught one stiff nipple between his teeth. 

he sucked, hard, drawing the sensitive bud into the wet heat of his mouth as his hand continued to plunder and grope her other tender breast. she writhed beneath his touch, nails digging into his thigh as she fought the urge to cry out, soft, nervous pantings of his name leaving her. 

he seemed determined to mark her, to leave his claim on her body for all to see. he laved her nipple with his tongue, sucking hard enough to leave blooming red hickeys in the shape of his mouth. his fingers pinched and tugged at the tender buds, rolling them between the pads of his fingers until she could only whimper and moan helplessly. 

by the time caleb finally released her, her breasts were red and sore, puffy, the skin tender to the touch. her nipples throbbed, the flesh puffy and sensitive from caleb’s relentless assault. she could barelyy stand to have her bikini top brush against them, let alone the rough fabric of a towel. caleb seemed to take a perverse pleasure in her discomfort, smirking as he watched her squirm. 

caleb could see the way her small chest heaved with each shuddering breath, the way her nipples strained against the fabric of her bikini top. he knew he had her right where he wanted her— at his mercy, craving his touch even though she wished to push him away.

“look at you, so sensitive” he taunted, fingers plucking at her abused nipples. they were puffy and tender to the touch. despite her lack of endearment, he couldn’t resist the temptation to keep toying with them, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingertips till she was whimpering pitifully.

caleb’s eyes gleamed with a possessive light as he took in the sight of her abused flesh, small breasts mottled red, the skin incredibly sensitive and sore to the touch. he could practically see the outline of his fingers imprinted on the tender swell, the remnant of his hungry kisses. 

“i don’t think you’ll be able to wear that flimsy bikini top for the rest of the day.” he reached out and trailed a finger along the edge of the fabric, watching as she shuddered and bit her lip to keep from whimpering. “in fact, i don’t think you should wear the top at all.”

her eyes widened at his implication, huffing as she shook her head vehemently. “caleb, i can’t— “ she stammered glancing around the crowded beach nervously.

caleb’s response was swift and decisive. he grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, revealing his muscular torso. 

her breath caught in her throat at the sight, her eyes roaming over the hard planes of his chest. caleb had always been fit, but the years in the daa and with the carapace fleet had honed his body into one sculpted by the gods. 

“no one will see,” he promised, “not if you wear my shirt. i won’t let anyone see you like this, with my marks all over your skin. i know you get embarrassed easily.” he smiled, tapping her nose as he tilted his head. “hm, is that it? are you embarrassed of your gege?”

he moved to help her put on his shirt, guiding her arms through the sleeves, his fingers brushing against her skin and sending little tingles of electricity in their wake. she shivered slightly at his touch, still feeling the lingering ache from his earlier ministrations. 

“here, let me help you,” he murmured, voice low and gentle as he eased the shirt down her torso, the fabric swallowing up her figure under she looked like the shirt was dwarfing her entirely. the shirt hung loosely on her, the neckline slipping off her shoulder and revealing the creamy expanse of skin there. caleb couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the sight.

“there,” he let out, smoothing the hem down with both hands, a satisfied sound leaving his throat. “much better.”

she peeked up at him beneath her lashes, a soft little pout forming on her lips. “you’re a jerk.”

“damn right i am,” he said, brushing a hand along the curve of her jaw before tilting her chin up. “you walk around looking like that, and you expect me to share? not happening.”

his voice dipped low, right against her ear. “you’re mine.”

and with one arm sliding firmly around her waist, he kept her tucked beneath his side sitting on the beach towel— exactly where he wanted her. 

out of sight, out of reach, and all his.

[piroulinewafers]

𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: liberal usage of gege/meimei. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the colonel has never known how to love gently— not when it comes to her. spoiling her with pretty things is merely second nature to him. sometimes, she calls it too much. he calls it love.

caleb didn’t know when he came in— he rarely did. 

the weight of the day still clung to his shoulders— the crisp collar of his uniform creased with long hours, boots dulled with dust and gloves still on his hands. but none of it mattered now. not when he stood in the doorway of the quiet little apartment, holding something delicate and lovely in his hands— wrapped carefully in soft tissue paper, tied with a pale satin ribbon.

“meimei,” caleb called softly, voice low and warm like it always was when he was deliberately trying not to scare her off.

“c’mere for a second.”

she peeked out from the hallway, hesitant and shy as ever, sleeves of her pyjamas tugged down past her hands. her eyes caught on the package he was holding, then flicked back up to his face. 

“caleb…” she began softly, a slight frown on her face. though perhaps it was more akin to a pout, a pathetic attempt at a frown because even she couldn’t be mad at him.

“you didn’t have to get me anything…” she murmured, already shrinking into herself, as if to prepare for an argument she knew she wouldn’t win.

“i did.” he crossed the room, boots silent against the wooden floor, and pressed the bundle gently into her hands. “i wanted to.” 

she blinked up at him. “you always say that…”

“i know.” a breath of a smile touched his lips. “but i saw it and thought of you. and once that happens, well… you know i can’t help myself.”

“i want to see you in it,” he said plainly, honestly, stepping pack and resting a hand on his belt. “right now.”

she looked down at the box, then back at him, wary but touched. “r-right now? caleb, it’s getting late,” 

she opened her mouth to further protest, but he was already unfastening the ribbon, gently lifting up the lid. 

and there it was: the softest powder-blue dress, dappled with silvery stars like frost caught in twilight. it’s skirt puffed just slightly with layers of light tulle beneath, and black, satin bows rested on the shoulders lie little whispers of sweetness, and a dainty silver belt circled the waist in a constellation of charms. on top, were a pair of white knee-high socks delicately ribbed and trimmed with tiny, matching bows. the second box had a paid of glossy black mary janes that had little bows on the double straps. 

she stared, fingers trembling just slightly as they brushed the fabric. “it’s too much, gege….”

he stepped closer. “no, it’s perfect. for you.”

“caleb,” she whispered, brows furrowed as she averted her gaze. “this must’ve been expensive. i don’t need fancy things, i— “

“nope.” he held up a hand, face stern, the same look he used on his subordinates to get them to shut up and one that worked effortlessly well on her too. “not listenin’. don’t care.”

“but—“ 

“i said,” he cut in again, stepping forward now, close enough she had to tilt her chin to meet his eyes. “i wanted to buy it for you. because i knew you’d like it. and,” — he bent just a little, voice lowering to a near-whisper against her temple— “because i knew my meimei would say no.”

her breath caught. she’d forgotten how warm he sounded when he spoke, how the words curled around his affection or her. gentle, but unyielding. 

he drew back, smirking faintly. “so i didn’t give you the chance.”

“go on,” he nudged her gently towards the bedroom with a hand on her back, warm and firm. “the dress is here, and i want to see you in it.”

she hesitated, glancing back at him once before slipping out of sight with the main box in hand. 

he waited.

and when she returned, she did so quietly, almost uncertain and hesitant. adorably, endearingly shy. 

she looked perfect. caleb was sure of it. the way the fabric floated just above her knees, the glimmer of the thread catching in the light, the way the bows framed her bare shoulders— it was all perfect. 

“i… can’t reach the zipper,” she mumbled, voice barely a breath.

caleb crossed the roomm without a word. he took the socks from her arms, setting them on the couch behind him before stepping behind her. gently, he gathered up any hair in the way and moved it over her shoulder. she shivered when hsis fingered brushed the curve of her neck, exhaling softly.

“tricky zipper, hm? gege is here to help.” he murmured, mostly to himself, though there was a fond smile tugging at his lips.

with careful precision, he guided the zipper up the back of the dress, letting the fabric mold to her frame. he took his time, not because he struggled, but because he didn’t want to rush. when he was finished, he let his hands linger just a moment longer at her waist as he smoothed the dress out. 

she made a quiet noise of pretest when caleb suddenly settled onto a knee after picking up the socks again, biting her lip. 

with a practiced gentleness, he cradled her ankle and guided her foot into the soft cotton. her hands didn’t stop him as he bunched up one sock, holding her ankle in his palm like something precious. he slid the fabric up slowly, smoothing it over her skin with quiet, reverent care. 

“you don’t have to do all of this…” she mumbled softly, her voice wobbling. 

“i do. i want to.”  she’d gone quiet, her cheeks flushed, her knees pulling just slightly inwards as she sat on the couch, but she didn’t stop him.

he took her other foot and did the same, rolling the second sock up with the same quiet precision, making sure every ling was smooth, every wrinkle gone. the little bows sat delicately right against her upper calf. “let me take care of you.” 

caleb’s thumbs smoothed over the delicate fabric just beneath the bow on the socks, before reaching over for one of the shoes, bringing the box closer to where he was kneeling for each access. the glossy black mary janes gleamed under the warm room light, polished to a mirror shine, the cute little bows practically winking up at him. 

he turned the shoe in his hand, thumb brushing along the sole before lowering it gently in front of her.

“sit still,” he said softly, nodding towards where she was sitting on the couch. and she obeyed, knees together, her dress spreading in a soft fan around her thighs.

“you don’t have to do that,” she murmured, watching him with pink cheeks, voice small.

“i know i don’t,” he answered without looking up, already easing the shoe toward her foot. “but i want to.” it was his same response for her nearly every retort.

she opened her mouth again, probably to protest— that it was embarrassing, that she could do it herself— but she closed it as quickly when he took her ankle in his hand.

caleb was gentle, careful as always. her foot was light in his palm, small, and cool to the touch beneath the socks. he slipped the shoe on with a practiced gare, guiding her toes in, cradling her heel. he took his time adjusting the strap over the sock, making sure it didn’t pink, then fastening the buckle with a quiet click.

“there,” he murmured, smoothing his thumb over the top of her foot. “one down.” 

she made a quiet sound in the back of her throat— half laugh, half sigh— and he swore he felt her twitch.

the second shoe followed in the same rhythm. caleb took her other foot into his hand and repeated the ritual— slow, tender, reverent, as if this simple act held all the weight in the world.

“you know,” he said as he buckled the strap again, “these little bows are gonna be the death of me.”

she blinked. “w-why?”

he looked up at her with a crooked smile, still kneeling at her feet, the picture of a man far too proud of a moment so ordinary. 

the colonel of the farspace fleet, at his knees for her.

“because you look like you walked out of a dream,” he said, a deep hum leaving him. “ you look like a little present,” he said, voice thick with something soft and dangerous sand utterly full. “like someone wrapped you up just for me.”

she looked down at him, eyes slightly wide, lashes fluttering. 

“i want to keep you like this,” he murmured. “tucked away, somewhere safe. somewhere only i can reach. is that selfish?”

she didn’t answer, and he didn’t need her to. he reached up instead, tugging slightly at the hem of her dress and smoothing it over her lap with both hands before resting his cheek against her knee.

“let me do this for you,” he whispered, tilting his head to press a kiss to her knee. “let me keep you. spoil you. protect you.”

she sighed, her fingers hesitantly threading into his hair. a touch that said: i don’t know how to say yes, but i won’t say no.

and for now, that was more than enough for caleb.