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I saw your taking requests! I haven’t read a Pantie sniffer mammon I was wondering if you could write one 🙏 it’s lowkey a hc of mine… I think he’d try selling mcs clothes (couldn’t actually bring himself to do it) and stole one of mcs panties

I haven’t gotten and obey me request in forever so this is exciting!

Scummy, greedy, no good, stupid. There are plenty of names that demons throw at Mammon. Scummy being one of the most popular. And his recent get-rich-quick scheme was definitely scummy.

Mammon glanced out his door, checking one last time if the hallway was clear. If Lucifer caught him he’d most certainly die, be hung by his feet for years, be tortured until the end of eternity, which is why his feet are light with every step until he reached his favorite human's room. Although he was definitely terrified of Lucifer he would rather Lucifer catch him than you. But that fear didn’t stop him as he creeps in your room,you shouldn’t be there last time he saw you you’d left with Levi. 

Mammon gentle as he closes the door, his heart thumping in his chest. Grim symbols already forming in his eyes. He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t, but his hands were already in your dresser, not even looking as he threw your clothes in a hamper. He sneaks back to your room dumping the clothes on his bed. He’d be swimming in grim in a few days.

He sorts your shirts, your pants, socks, and panties. Those would sell. He snaps a photo ready to list them online with the caption ‘Rare human panties’ his finger hesitates over the post button, a sense of guilt makes him hesitate. Grim flashing over his eyes but so did your disgusted face. He knew this was a new low even for him. His gut seemed to twist at the thought of you hating him, you being revolted by him made him feel sick. He fell to his knees watching the grim fade before his eyes,he let out a long sigh rubbing his hands down his face. When did he develop a soft spot for the human? It didn’t take him long before he shot back up to take your clothes back to your room. Then he drags his feet feeling defeated back to his bed.

A lost chance to become rich let go because of what? He couldn’t he stomach the idea of you hating him? He shifts to the side only to see-oh. He thought he had taken all your clothes back. He should probably take them back before you got home, he didn’t want you growing suspicious. He lifts the panties between his fingers,they were soft like silk, smooth like butter. His legs felt glued to the bed, he couldn’t will himself up to take them back. His mind swirled with thoughts of you in these, nothing but these. His nose twitched at the faint smell of you. Damn his demon sense because it made something click in him. He wanted more-needed more. Before he knew it your panties were crumbled under his nose. They smelled like you, they were used recently, your scent strong. His thumb rubs down the strip that would sit right against your most intimate part. His finger rubbed against the dried white discharge. His mind went blank your scent strong. His nose touched the lining as he took another deep sniff.

Knock knock knock

“Mammon,” You spoke on the other end of the door. He jumped almost falling off his bed. His hands are quick, shoving the panties into his pocket. What was he doing? “Come to my room later I want to show you all the stuff Levi and I got,” Your voice drowned by Mammon's rapid heart beat.

“Ya? I’ll come to yer room in a minute,” He falls back on the bed, his head feeling light. Mammon knew he had to get rid of your panties, preferably throwing them in the trash and never looking back but he couldn’t. So he hid them under his pillow for now.

This was so fun and I hope this is what you imagined! I def had fun writing this

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Hello! Could you possibly do the pixel set in orange? Thank you!!

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I’m about to use one these are so cute!! Credit too @pixopix

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Made Caleb in tomodachi he’s so cute!!! He was my first resident.

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For my black MCs a little Drabble about Caleb and your hair!

I yearn for Black MC x Caleb, but couldn’t find anything, so I had to lock in! Hopefully someone finds this as cute as I do!

Slight angst?

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Growing up you struggled with your hair. After-all it’s not like Gran could help much. So, unfortunately, half your childhood was spent standing in front of the bathroom mirror with puffy eyes and hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. But but buttt lucky for you this wasn’t something you had to struggle with alone. Caleb was practically your savior throughout middle school. Mostly doing two puffs. At first, it was a little too rough. A lot of “ouch!” From you and a quick “sorry sorry are you okay?” From Caleb. But once young Caleb became confident he was borderline cocky.

Caleb would show you pictures of hairstyles you’d look cute with. He started twisting and braiding your natural hair until he became more confident with other hairstyles. By his freshman year of high school, he was practically a pro (or that’s what he said. You’ve heard him listening to hair tutorials in his room)

Wash day was his favorite. Spending hours in the bathroom shampooing and conditioning your hair. All while yapping and singing along to your shared playlist. Then the extra hours sitting on the couch watching TV while you sat on the floor. He loved detangling your hair Caleb called it relaxing.

Caleb was serious about taking care of your hair! He would have a 30-step routine for your hair if you let him.

Silly enough once you enter Highschool your friends would ask who did your hair. Some even offered to pay him. Caleb declined all of it though after all he considered himself your personal hairstylist.

The worst part about your personal hair stylist is that you could not escape him! He was obsessed with your hair. He seemed almost offended if you did your own hair or WORSE went to get it done by somebody else.

The months he was gone it felt depressing to do your own hair. A constant reminder that he was never coming back. You stopped doing his favorite hairstyle because it hurt too much. Not being able to laugh with him or even bicker if he brushed slightly too hard. Or when he rolled his eyes and tapped the brush against your head.

And when he returned? When you found him again and he still remembered the routine he built. The hairstyles you loved, the protective ones? It was nostalgic and you’d missed it soooo much.

While visiting Caleb you stood in the bathroom, towel around your shoulder collecting the droplets of water from your drenched hair. The mirror slightly fogged. Your feet shifted underneath you as you brushed your hair.

Caleb cleared his throat behind you. “Need any help?” He paused for a second. “With your hair?” His words came out almost shyly? Without saying a word you handed him a brush. Like nothing happened the two of you seem to resume where you'd left off.

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Hi i saw that you were taking requests, can i ask for puppy mc x caleb it can be nsfw or not since i keep seeing it on twitter (or maybe just my twitter page) but i can't really seen any here on tumblr. I think its a pretty cute dynamic

Okayy I hope I’m doing this right and I hope you enjoy!! Side note if you have any art from twitter I'd love to see some. I tried looking up but couldn't find any :( it sounds super cute

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"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb." Your hands bounced on the edge of his bed.

"I thought this was a dream," he mumbles, waking up.

"I missed you." The fluffy tail behind you wiggles uncontrollably fast. "And I'm hungry," Your hands start bouncing again. He waves his hand, sitting up.

"I'm up, I'm up," He grumbles, sitting up. His shirt rises as he stretches his hands over his head.

"Your hair is so messy," You ruffle his hair. He smiles.

"What time is it?"

"3 am," you were filled to the brim with excitement.

"You're like a puppy," He finally stands. Your ears flatten on your head, then perk up when he leaves the room.

"Is that bad?" You tilt your head.

"No, you're adorable," He pats between your fluffy dog ears, your tail wagging. You watch as he moves around the kitchen, cooking. "Fetch," He tosses a small slice of bacon, and you catch it with your hands.

"You dummy- It smells good," Your nose twitches.

"Well, I hope it tastes good," He slides a plate towards you. He watches as you eat while smiling ear to ear. You finish quickly.

"We should go on a run," You perked up.

"Pipsqueak it's 3 am."

You tilted your head. Your ears flopping over. Caleb sighs.

"Saying no to you is my one weakness," He kissed your scalp between your ears. The run didn't last too long. You ran fast and far. Caleb tried to keep up with you, the speed wasn't the problem, it was your stamina. You weren't even tired when you finished. Your tail still wagging full force. Once you got home, the two of you decided to bathe together. "You're adorable." You looked at Caleb in the reflection of the foggy mirror. His hand trailed down your back, meeting the base of your tail. You shivered at his light touch.

"Caleb," You whined.

"Sorry, I'm just in awe," He follows you into the tub, sitting behind you. You hummed as he cleaned your tail. Then, scrubbing soap in your hair and around your ears. "Let me get you a towel," He gets out of the tub, then helps you out. Before he could wrap you up, you shake your head and your tail. Water droplets fly around the bathroom. Caleb can't help but laugh, and you do the same.

Your ears were still slightly damp as you lay on Caleb's lap. His fingers scratch at your scalp. Your tail bumping against the couch, creating a slight thud sound. Mindlessly, his hand trailed to your tail. His fingers rubbing around the base. You jumped at the touch.

"Caleb," you whined his name.

"Is it sensitive?" You nodded.

"v-Very," Caleb hums in response and moves his hand. It Wasn't long until you fell asleep on his lap. Your tail finally settling down.

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He’s so pretty!!!!!

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Caleb headcanon:

Sometimes, after working as a Colonel all day when he comes home he’ll still be in a Fleet Colonel mode.

That doesn’t mean he’s treating you like he treats the fleet never. For instance, if you’re being bratty he gives you that hardened look. The one a scary Colonel gives to people below him. But it never worked with you. Which he knew, in fact right after he’d tilt his head with wide eyes. Switching to your weakness of the puppy dog gazes. Almost like switch flipping in his brain. And that always worked.

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Helping with that time of the month

Mammon had been acting strange all day. In fact, it felt like he was avoiding you. During breakfast, he usually sat next to you. Tapping away on his phone, talking about some get-rich-quick scheme. Not today, though. He grabbed his food and left early. You wanted to follow him, but Lucifer asked you not to. Which was yet another strange moment today. Mammon always walked with you to classes. Even if it was out of the way, you've seen him run off after dropping you off. You sat in class, lost in thought.

"What has your attention?" Solomon leaned on his hand. A crooked smile was plastered on his face.

"Nothing," You mumble, tapping your pencil against the desk. Solomon hums and then glances back at the teacher. "Actually," His eyes glance over, and his lips rise. "Mammon has been acting super strange today. He's avoiding me," You pause, waiting for him to respond, but your thoughts start flowing from your lips. "Which is so weird because yesterday was fine. We were okay, and all of a sudden, he's avoiding me like the plague. If I did something to piss him off, he should've told me instead of ghosting me," You paused, and once again you speak before Solomon can even respond "What's weirder is he left early for school, and Lucifer not only let him but told me not to follow what the devildom?"

Solomon chuckles. "It must be that time."

"That time? What does that even mean?" He doesn't answer.

"Why don't you talk to him after class?" Solomon spoke like he knew something funny you didn't.

"Way ahead of you,"

Solomon chuckled again. Class ended you looked around the crowded hallway. It wasn't too hard to find him. His head hung low as he solemnly walked through the halls. ,

"Mammon?" You called over passing students. Even from a distance, you could see him jump. His steps quickened. "Mammon!" You followed after him, but he was much faster. He left you no choice- you tried not to abuse it, but right now, he was treating you like a stranger. "Mammon STOP!" Immediately, he slowed down. "Come here," by now, the halls were practically empty. His head still low, he dragged his feet with each step. "What's going on with you? Did I do something? Are you mad at me?" He doesn't even glance up; all he does is shake his head.

"I can't be late," He spoke almost in a whisper.

"When did you start caring about being late?" You shake your head, saying Never mind. You grab his arm, and his skin is warm.

"Whoa, uhm, where are we goin?" Mammon sounded panicked, like when Lucifer catches him mid-scheme. He stumbles behind you

"Somewhere private." You knew there was an empty class that demons often used to skip class, and lucky for you, it was empty.

"I-I really shouldn't miss my uh class,"

You close the door, then turn to Mammon with your arms crossed. "What did I do, and why are you avoiding me?" You see his eyes peek through the white strands of his hair.

"I- You didn't do anythin. I should go, really, I just need to be alone," His breathing became heavy.

"At least talk to me, you've been avoiding me all day."

"I'm not tryin too, I just," He pauses.

"Just what?"

He looks up with his eyes wide, his face flushed red, his lips slightly parted. His chest lifted with each harsh breath. He says your name like a panting dog. "Please, I can't keep holdin back. I need to be alone- away from you," He runs his hands through his hair.

"Oh....are you..I thought that was a rumor."

"Yes," He pulls at his collar, sweat tracing down his jaw line.

The moment Mammon got home, he fell on his bed. Finally, setting free from the torturous bulge in his pants. His body shudders. He was painfully hard. He had been since he saw you this morning. Mammon thought he could handle it, but his body was writhing. His mouth fell open as he palmed his pulsating bulge. He didn't sleep that night. His hand glued to his cock, his other hand covering his moans of your name. Having you that close, he can still feel your hand around his arm. "You're going to kill me,"

That was 3 weeks ago. The days are still the same, he's avoiding you.

"Hey Asmo, can I ask you something?"

Asmo turns around. "Hey, sweetie," He's surrounded by demons. Thinking about what they could possibly be talking about made your skin crawl.

"Can I ask you a private question?"

Asmo Smile became wide, uneasy. "Course," He waves his friends off.

"So," You fiddled with the ends of your school uniform. "Demons go through heat and uh," Asmo chuckles. This demon heat thing was driving you mad. You'd essentially lost your best friend.

"Nervous?"

You shake your head, then clear your throat. "How long does it last?"

"For me, a few hours," He giggles. "For demons like mammon," He shrugs. "Months,"

"Months??"

He nods.

"It's harder for demons," He pauses, "who fell in love,"

"What? What does that mean?"

Asmo stands up, meeting your eye level. Then he ruffles your hair. "You poor thing,"

"Huh?"

He doesn't say anything else as he walks back to his crowd. He wasn't saying what you think he's saying?.....no. You roamed the halls looking for a familiar white hair demon. The thought of helping him crossed your mind. It made your body react immediately. It's not like you didn't like him. How would you not fall in love with the demon that protected you, made you laugh, and made you feel safe? If anything, it's the least you can do...assuming Asmo was talking about you. Hopefully. You bumped headfirst into someone, but before you could fall they caught you.

"You okay?" From the voice, you could tell it was Mammon. He lets go once you're standing straight. His eyes quickly fell to the ground.

"Uh, yeah." Your mouth hung open waiting for words to come out, but they never came.

"I'll see ya later-" you grab his wrist before he could scurry off.

"Can we talk...in private?

"I don't think that's a good idea,"

"Please, Mammon?"

His Adam's apple jumps as he swallows harshly. His face grew warmer by the second.

"yea, just let me go." You dropped his wrist, and he followed to the desolate room from three weeks ago. Entering the room, you heart pounded in your ears. "What do ya want, huh?" He stood by the door, still refusing to look at you.

"I uh... I miss you, Mammon. And I can't stand feeling like a stranger to you. So, if I can help you-,"

"HELP?!?!?" He looked up his eyes wide, face flushed. "d-d-DONT talk like that." You take a deep breath before taking a step forward.

"I mean it."

"Ya BEing An Idiot y-" HE groans when you run your hand down his chest.

"I miss you," You whisper. "So please let me-" His lips crash against yours. His hands fall to your hips, squeezing.

"yar making a mistake," He mumbles against your lips, sitting you on a dusty teacher's desk. Your hands are quick to unbutton his uniform. "I won't be able to stop," His teeth sharp against your neck.

"You don't,' Your lower lip catches between your teeth. "Have to stop," His movements are prices and swift. Your bottoms are gone.

"ya smell soo good," His eyes roll back as he falls to his knees.

"I'm supposed to help-," You hold back a yelp mixed with a moan as he pulls you to the end of the desk. His face between your thighs as he devoured you. One hand pulling at his snow-white hair, the other desperately trying to muffle your guttural moans. It wasn't long until your legs were shaking.

"Did ya just finish, baby?" You've never heard him speak so sensually. You nodded and pulled him into a kiss. He moaned into your mouth. "I've been thinking about you for weeks. His pants pool around his ankle. He was huge. Makes sense for a demon, but it was definitely scary. He picks you up like a doll and flips you. Your arms brace yourself on the desk. "Fuck your dripping," He taps his tip against your entrance. He leaned over, touching your clit. You jolt at the touch, moaning his name.

"Some-someone going to hear us-" You pant between words.

"They'll hear you screaming my name. good,"

Slowly, he inches in, letting your poor pussy accept him. Scared his little human wouldn't be able to handle him. It was hard to hold back hearing you try to muffle your moan inch by inch. Soon enough, he was pounding you. Slapping of skin echoed through the room. "I want everyone in devildom to hear you, to know who this pretty little human belongs to." He held one of your arms down against the desk. Your free arm keeps you steady against the desk.

"MAmmon! they're going to hear me," The words fumbled out between slaps. He chuckled, speeding up. His fingers still between your legs. You screamed with pleasure. It felt too good, you couldn't care anymore. "I'm close!"

"I know," Mammon growled. "I can feel you tightening against me-sucking me in, baby fuck I won't last long," He wasn't wrong. You could feel his liquid fill you up and drip between your legs. You screamed his name, finishing with him. It took a moment as you caught your breath. Mammon slowly pulled out. You almost fell, but he caught you, trapping you between the desk in him.

"Do you feel better?" You huffed.

He shakes his head, smiling. "I told ya this was a mistake. After all, I'm a very greedy demon," He bites your neck, leaving marks with each kiss.

The two of you didn't leave that room until the school day had ended. Including the after-school activities. It was very obvious what had happened. If someone, somehow, didn't hear you, they could see it in how messy the two of you looked. You held onto his back as he walked home. Your legs are practically paralyzed. Demon stamina was no joke.

"Does this mean you love me?" He paused mid-step.

"Huh! D-DONT say stupid stuff like that, human," He takes a step, then stops. "I almost dropped you," he says, calmer.

"Well, I heard that demons' heat changes in length. If you love someone, they're the only ones who can help." Your grip tightens in fear that he might actually drop you by accident.

"I wanna look ya in the eyes when I say it. so, wait,"

You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I'll wait as long as you want me to,"

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Unfortunately I no longer have enough space for love and deepspace 😕 I wanted the new Zayne card

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I could ride Caleb’s nose

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Caleb comforts you

Feeling like a failure, a sickening sensation that you couldn't get rid of. One that bubbled inside of you, ready to pop at any moment. You were exhausted from the constant training. The dream of becoming a hunter seemed to be slipping through your fingers. A low knock echoed through your dark room. You shuffled, digging in your pillow. You couldn't be bothered, or better yet, couldn't bring yourself to answer.

"Pipsqueak?" He knocks again.

An ever-growing pressure grows in your abdomen. You didn't want to see Caleb right now because you knew the moment he noticed something was wrong, he'd ask what was wrong, and those two words would destroy you.

You were falling behind everyone else, or at least that's what it felt like. You weren't fast enough, strong enough smart enough. You smother your face in the sheets, tears threatening to spill over.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Caleb's words came out slowly. You didn't even hear him enter the room. You nod, still face down in the pillow. "Look at me," He said, your name soft like it meant something. You shake your head. "Please?" It took a moment. The room was dark and quiet. Moonlight peaked through the curtains, highlighting Caleb's figure. You sat up slowly, your eyes puffy and teary. "What happened?" The way he spoke made you sob. His eyes were wide with concern.

"it." You paused, taking a deep breath. Tears falling on your leg. Caleb moved to sit next to you. His eyes were glued to yours. "It feels like no matter how hard I try, I'll be good enough. I'm just not cut out to be a hunter,"

"Hey," His hand cupped your cheek, moving you to face him. "That's not true," Caleb shakes his head, his thumb caressing your face. "You're the hardest worker I know. In fact, I think you work too hard." The side of his mouth lifted for a second.

"That's the problem. No matter-," You choke "no matter how hard I try, I feel like I'm falling behind, Theirs always someone better than me," He goes quiet. The tears only got stronger. The bed sheet ruffles as he moves around.

"Come here," His arms open, waiting for you. You didn't hesitate, crawling between his legs and onto his chest. Your fingers clutched around his shirt. One large hand curling in your hair, the other tracing lines on your back. "You shouldn't compare yourself to people,"

"What?"

"I know you're not actually falling behind. You are Smart, strong, Fast, determined, and ambitious. Plus, last week you kept bragging about being the best." You don't respond. "I think.......you're comparing yourself to people you don't even know. It's easy to feel like you're behind when you compare yourself to someone else." He pauses, and you don't see the small smile on his lips. "I bet they're not as funny as you."

"What does that mean?"

His chuckle was low, reverberating off his chest. "My point issss nobody is perfect. Everyone struggles and feels like they're not enough, even if they excel in other aspects, which is why you shouldn't compare yourself to other people, because it's not fair to yourself. You are annoyingly persistent, and regardless of how much it feels like the world is against you, you keep fighting steadfastly. I mean, look at how far you've come,"

You sniffle, wiping the dry tears from your face.

"The World isn't ready for a hunter like you," his lips soft on your scalp as he places a few kisses.

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HEY QUEEN IDK IF UR STILL TAKING REQUESTS BUT I LOVE YOUR WRITINGGG❤️❤️🥺 🥺  Could you pls maybe write something with dad caleb?🥺 I feel like that would be soooo cute🥺 

I LOVE THIS IDEA ITS SO CUTE I hope I do it justice (sorry it took so loong)

Dad Caleb was one of those silly fathers. The one every kid wanted except for his own. Not because he was bad, but because he was so, so embarrassing. Especially with his Wife. His twins would actually whine, begging their parents to stop kissing and cuddling in public. The worst part is that he was the initiator.

Dad Caleb is also extremely clingy. Always holding one or both of the twins. If Caleb was with his kids, one of them always clung to his back. Caleb was often seen with his daughter on his back, his son in his arms, and holding your hand. Dad Caleb, who loves exorcising with his kids, lifting them with his arms while they hold on like monkeys. Their little laughter made the soreness worth it.

Dad Caleb loves playing with his kids. Best believe he’s the chaser in tag. His favorite game is anything using his evol. In fact, he’s a bit of a cheater. You’d often catch the kids in the air, whining about him cheating with his of that.

Dad Caleb, who is very experienced in hairstyles. He was somehow gentle, even when hair was tangled, his daughter never flinched. Lucky for her, you were his test dummy.

Dad Caleb, who is often caught chasing his son. His son had a running phase. You'd often see his son floating back to Caleb.

Dad Caleb stifles a laugh when his kids say a bad word and then reprimands them.

Dad Caleb who priorities you. When he comes in the first person he hugs is you. And god forbid they call you out of your name or disrespect you. They’ll be lucky to not be grounded forever.

Dad Caleb, who is surprisingly good at helping the kids with homework. But if he doesn’t understand something? He’ll stay up countless nights until he understands it better than any teacher. But that was a secret only you knew. He’d do this until they graduated. Countless books built over the years, hidden in his closet.

Dad Caleb 100% cries at their graduation. Not only because of the huge achievement his babies accomplished but his twins are growing up. And one day they won’t come to him for every little request.

Dad Caleb, who also cries at their wedding. Mostly because he can't believe he raised a beautiful family with you

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New years kiss

The room erupted in cheers. The yelling somehow felt distant. Almost as if this crowd wasn't even heard—just a noise bleeding into the background. You're focused glued to Caleb. Your eyes occasionally fall to his lips.

Ten

His tongue slipped across his lower lip. His voice overshadowed the crowd as he joined the countdown. His brown hair slightly ruffled, his cheeks a toned shade of pink.

Nine

Your mind flooded with thoughts of his plump lips pressed against- you shook your head. You knew you shouldn't think like that. It’s not like the two of you were dating.

Eight

But it felt like something had developed. Especially in recent years. His presence alone made your heart flutter, your breath hitch in your throat. When he spoke your brain short-circuited. Caleb turned you into a different person without any knowledge. For some dumb reason, you believe maybe he felt the same. You caught him averting his eyes after staring too long. Watch his chest rise and fall in sharp breaths. That was evidence enough that maybe-maybe he felt the same way. But you knew it was wistful thinking.

Seven

Hopefully, the dumb decision you're about to make would give you those answers.

Six

But that debilitating fear of him not accepting you, not reciprocating your feelings. It ate away at you. worse what this one dumb action ruin a sense of normality. Causing him to walk on eggshells to not tear your heart apart. You couldn't live with that Caleb was the Pinnacle of your life. He was the reason you faught hard to a hive your dreams. You admired and adored him. Losing Caleb or making him feel uncomfortable would destroy you. It would be like destroying a piece of yourself.

Five

Caleb's gaze seemed to envelop you. Your stomach twisted with nerves. Once you do this there is no going back. You could lose the most important person in your life.

Caleb leaned down “You’re not counting pipsqueak,” his breath hot against your ear.

Four

“What’s got you so distracted?” His lips fold into a lopsided grin. He was close.

Three

Too close. “Are you nervous about the new year?” He took a step back and tapped your forehead.

Two

“You know you shouldn’t be nervous because I’ll be by your side,”

One

The crowd erupted once more screaming happy New Year's in unison. You moved before you could think grabbing his collar and pulling him in. It was quick because you had pulled back as soon as your lips touched. Could you even call that a kiss? You felt frozen unable to move your hands from his collar, while also averting his eyes. Your mouth opened ready to mutter an apology but Caleb cut you off. Placing both hands on either side of your face. Then slowly he leaned down. This time it was slow. Less hesitation. His lips were surprisingly soft as they moved against yours. One hand fell to your waist the other to the nape of your neck. His fingers tighten against your skin pulling you into the kiss. You felt yourself grow comfortable falling into him. Letting him take full control. Then he pulled back, dropping both his hands on your hip.

“Is this why you were so distracted,” his thumb traced in small circles. You nodded unable to speak. Caleb's mouth raised into a toothy smile. “I’ve thought about this before,” He paused. “Giving you a New Year's kiss,” you watch as a blush spreads across his cheeks. It was almost imperceptible but the decorated lights above illuminated him. He pulled you into his chest, resting his chin on your head. “But you beat me too it pipsqueak,” He kissed at the parting of your hair.

“Happy New Year pipsqueak,” He spoke low for only you to hear.

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Chat, how are we feeling about this Caleb baby-sister thing? I see it has caused a lot of controversy.

I personally don’t gaf(but I see why people are uncomfortable) it didn’t really affect me but BUT THE WAY HE SAYS IT HAS ME OVULATING EARLY RAHHH

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I just read like all of your Caleb fics and OMG you’re amazing! Literally feeding us in this Caleb drought. I agree with your hc that he’d never be rough and treat you so well! Could you please write a first time fic in detail with how he’d react to each inch of her being revealed? And mc constantly having to reassure him it’s okay to look?

Oh my god yes!! I’m so excited thank you for requesting I hope you like!!

Author note: Sorry this took so long! Thanksgiving weekend had me busy.

It started slow. Your thigh on either side of his hips, your lips interlocked. You could feel it poking through his pants. Whether he knew or not you couldn’t tell. Caleb’s large hands tightened slightly around your waist as you pulled from the kiss.

“You okay?”

You nodded—a slow tension built over you two. A settled of unspoken emotions you both refused to acknowledge. You knew Caleb would never initiate things further. But this ever-growing insatiable ache between your legs was becoming unbearable. Months of practically dry humping like rabid dogs and passionate kissing had etched away at your patience and you believed it had done the same with Caleb.

“Let’s do it,” you were abruptly cutting through the silence of his desolate home.

“What?”

“I’m ready,”

“Are you sure?” His words came out in one long breath. His ears were turning a slight shade of red. You couldn’t explain the primal need to explore the unspoken tension that had built over the years. So instead you kissed him. Holding his face underneath your palms. His hands slid under your thighs as he lifted you, turning around then laying you flat onto his bed. He didn’t pull back from the kiss one hand next to your head. The other on your hips. His thumb at the hem of your blouse.

Your top was the first to go. Caleb's hair cast a shadow over his face as his eyes quickly trailed down your chest, then your waist. The idea of you being breathtaking was an understatement. He might actually pass out and the rushing blood wasn’t helping with how lightheaded he felt. His violet eyes watched your reaction like he was looking for hesitation.

“It’s okay,” you took his hand in yours. Your fingers fell to his wrist as you put his hand on your chest. His eyes traced the curves of your breast dipping into your bra.

He was nervous. He hadn’t expected this at least not anytime soon. Caleb hoped you couldn’t feel the slight shake in his hands. “Can I,” His voice caught in the back of his throat. A slight hopefully unnoticed pause “kiss you?”

“You don’t have too ask that,”

His Adam's apple bobbed with each harsh swallow. His lips were soft against your neck. Each peck held a deeper significance as he kissed down your shoulder. “You’re beautiful,” his words held an undeniable sincerity. His hands moved slowly around your body. Like he was etching you into his memory. Kissing the dip between your breasts, the curve of your waist, the divot between your collarbone. He loved you and he needed you to feel it with each touch. Caleb wanted you to feel worshiped.

The next to go was your bra thrown across the dark abyss of his room. The red around his ears was spreading to his cheeks. His chest rises and falls with each deep inhale. His hands paused eyes locking on yours. 

“Relax,” Your fingers soft on his cheek. “I won’t bite you,” Caleb’s lips were dry, his eyes slightly widened. Part of him believed this was a dream, conjured up by his hopelessly in love mind. Beauty like this-like you, didn’t feel real. With another harsh swallow, his thumb swiped across your hardening nipples. Your hips rolled underneath him.

“Is this okay?” His hands didn’t move. You nodded closing your eyes.

“Yes-yes it’s okay,” Your words falling out sounding short-winded. He leaned down planting a kiss.

“Can I?” Caleb’s words trailed off.

“Yes,” You whimpered when his tongue slid across your pebbled nubs. Caleb had gained more confidence in his hands following the lines of your hips reaching the lace of your panties. His expression was relaxed yet cautious.

“I want to see more of you,” his lips were soft on your pelvic. He didn’t have to ask for permission his pleasing gaze was enough. “Feel more of you,” his mouth moving against your skin. You nodded almost too eager. Caleb was slow when he took off your panties. His hands are firm on your thighs. He didn’t look down, not yet. You nodded giving him silent permission. His tongue was slow and precise on your most intimate parts. His touch had you screaming his name in the darkness of his room. Your hands tightened in his hair your legs squeezed around his neck. Pleasure tightened between your thighs. Then it released like a typhoon. Next thing you knew Caleb ran you a bath and carried you to the tub. Then you were curled in his arms as he hummed in your ear. His low tone reverberates off your ears lulling you to sleep.



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Random 2am head canon: if you’ve ever had a dream about Caleb being unrealistically mean like cheating on you or calling you names he would refer to dream Caleb as evil Caleb.

You’d walk around him with a small pout not acknowledging him.

“Why’re you avoiding me?” He stepped in front of you.

“I’m not,”

“You are,” His finger reached out tapping your forehead. “You’ve been frowning all day. By this rate you’ll get wrinkles before your 40s,” He chuckled. “Really what’s bothering you pipsqueak,” With a huff, you crossed your arms.

“You called me ugly last night,” you grumbled. Caleb frowned. He didn’t speak his eyes widened slightly. “In my dream,”

“Jeez pipsqueak you scared me,” he sighed. He even bent down placing his hands on his thighs like you had winded him. So dramatic you thought. “I can’t believe he said that to you,” he said, standing up and ruffling your hair. “You’re adorable evil Caleb clearly doesn’t know what he’s talking about,”

“Evil Caleb?”

Caleb nodded. “Evil Caleb attacks you while you sleep,”

His words made you smile. It even made you forget all about evil Caleb's mean words.