As Rafayel waits for you to come home, he continues to paint. Rafayel looked up at the clock and sighed, you were late again it was already 9 PM. After a few minutes, you finally arrive home, you try to quietly sneak in, knowing that Rafayel doesn't like it when you come home late.
"You're late" He announces as he catches you sneaking in. "Where were you?" He asked trying not to snap at you. He is trying his best to control his temper. He continues to paint trying to hide his anger and disappointment.
"I'm sorry Raf, I got caught up at work I forgot to tell you that I'd get home late" you apologize, as you fiddle with your hands. He scoffed "Work?" He repeated sarcastically. "You always have excuses" He muttered as he continued painting. His strokes are becoming more and more aggressive, "Sit down" He orders.
"I'm not lying though..." I say pouting before sitting down near him. He sighs as he runs a hand through his hair, he looked at you with disappointment, "Come here" He gestures for you to stand between his legs. Hi expression softens as you stand near him.
He places his brush down, he brings a hand up to brush your hair out of your face. "Turn around" He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, sitting you sideways. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his eyes fixated on the painting in front of them. He picked up his brush again, "Stay like this." He murmured, his breath fanning against your neck.
You watch as he paints the canvas, his strokes slow and precise. He was painting you sitting on his lap, your hair cascading down like a waterfall. He captured the disappointment in his eyes, reflected in the painting. He was trying to capture the moment, the anger, the disappointment, and the love he felt.
"R-Raf.... I-I just want you to know that I'm really sorry for being late...." you say softly not wanting to anger him more. You watch as he sighs before putting down the paintbrush. "I know" He murmured, surprisingly calm now. His hand moved the brush smoothly across the canvas, creating delicate lines of your hair.
"I've missed you." He admitted softly, surprising himself with his vulnerability. His free hand gently played with the ends of your hair that lay against his chest.
"I missed you too..." you reply as you turn in place to face him and look at him in his eyes.
"Why do you always do this?" He asked softly, not accusingly. "Make me worry and get angry, yet I can't stay mad at you." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
Your hand goes to caress his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes briefly before continuing to paint.
"You know I hate it when you're late," he murmured, his voice softer now. "But you also know that I can't stay mad at you for long." He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm. You lean down to capture his lips into yours.
He stilled for a moment before responding to the kiss, his lips moving against yours softly. He set his brush down and wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. He broke it off after a moment, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you..."
"I love you too..." you say back softly against his lips. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good," he murmured, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. He picked his brush back up and continued painting, but this time with a small smile on his face. He was no longer angry, only loving and slightly annoyed.
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you invited sylus as a plus one to your friendâs wedding, and sylus, finding it as an opportunity to be presented as your arm candy, accepted it without further hesitation.Â
the wedding was beautiful. sylus hands you a handkerchief while you teared up witnessing your friend recite her vows, feeling emotional as you can hear the raw emotion of love seep into her words.Â
you loved love, and you loved seeing your friends experience love with their partners, you knew they deserved.Â
the reception came, it was no less beautiful than the wedding, and sylus could already see the way your gaze fixates on the decor, how your eyes linger on the color palettes and tableware.Â
he didnât need his aether core to know that you were already imagining your own wedding.Â
in the middle of the reception, you stood up as the women in the venue gathered in the middle, the bride turning her back on the crowd as the gentleman watched from the sidelines.
it was time for the infamous bouquet toss.Â
sylus stands to the side, a relaxed smile on his face as he watches you stand by the side, not really drawing much attention to yourself.Â
you were giggling with the other guests and bridesmaids, pointing playfully at each other, as if predicting who was most likely to get the bouquet.Â
a countdown was held. the bride tossed it behind her shoulder, you and the crowd jumped to reach out for the bouquet.Â
only for the bouquet to awkwardly dangle on the chandelier as it got stuck.Â
sylus sees as you immediately step to the side, letting the guests jump and grab at the bouquet that was hanging by the ribbon.Â
you met sylusâ eye, and smiled.Â
you gave him a shrug; you were not about to fight over a bouquet. your pride wouldnât let you.Â
sylus, however had another idea.Â
he places the wine glass he sported on the table behind him before he casually walks to where you stood.Â
a yelp escapes your lips. you find your butt resting on sylusâs shoulder as he hoists you up, giving you a needed height boost.Â
the women were left shocked as he walked towards the chandelier, you immediately got the hint as you reached for the dangling bouquet with no difficulty.Â
he smirks, setting you down, planting a kiss on your temple before he steps back to where the other men watched with their jaws dropped. you couldnât help the flustered giggle that leaves your lips as the women swarm over you, slapping your arm playfully while they whisper about your boyfriend.Â
turns out, you werenât the only one imagining a wedding in your head. truthfully, sylus was already planning to propose whether or not you won the bouquet toss.
though, getting the blessing of tradition was definitely a welcomed plus. Â
inspired by that one tiktok i saw that went exactly like this <3 (just the reception bit)
LEAVING AFTER AN ARUGMENT. . .
you leave for an unrelated reason after an argument and he panics
lads & f! reader
( I. ) first time writing for these guys kinda nervous eeeeeek ALSO what nicknames are we calling the boys? like is it baby, honey, or what cuz sometimes i wanna write dialogue for reader when she calls him and it's not his actual name if that makes any sense? lol
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it seemed like all you did was argue lately. tensions were high as both your schedules clashed, leaving no time for any meaningful connection. he was busy with work, irritated beyond belief as his colleagues continued to piss him off; you were drowning in missions, sorely overdue for some time off. everything you did annoyed him, and everything he did annoyed you.
you came out the shower, clad in your pajamas. you applied some lip balm while your eyes drifted to where he sat in the living room. despite your own exhaustion, you could tell he was stressed and wanted to offer some comfort. but after just one question of are you okayâ
"for the last time, don't worry about it." he snapped, his jaw clenching as he attempted to retain control on his emotions.
your eyes narrowed at his tone, swallowing the hurt stuck in your throat as you carefully chose your next words. "i only want to help youâ"
"well, you're not. in fact, you're making things worse."
your mouth opened... then closed. you stepped back, shaking your head at the audacity, emotionally clocking out of the conversation.
"right." you muttered, grabbing your phone and keys before snatching your coat off the rack impatiently.
he was so consumed in his own problems and how he would fix them that he hadn't noticed the uneasy silence that followed. he looked up, his discerning gaze scanning his surroundings. he caught the slam of the front door, blood draining from his face. he'd done it now.
đ CALEB
"...pips?" he asked the empty room, his voice quiet as if hoping to attract wildlife. the couch creaked as he stood slowly, his heart racing erratically in his chest. "hello?"
when he was met with no response, he ran over to the door. his throat constricted when he didnât see your shoes next to his. shit. he shouldn't have said that. he groaned and ran his hands over his face. he really shouldn't have said that.
"makin' things worse? really, caleb?" he mumbled to himself in disbelief.
though his hand flew to the door handle, he hesitated to turn it. his thumb tapped on the handle anxiously. stupid, stupid, stupid. every fiber of his being ached to run after you, scoop you up into his arms, and take you back home where you belonged.
a part of him was scaredâwhat if he ran after you and you finally told him to go away for good? he wouldn't do that in a million years, of course, but... he didn't want you to hate him, whatever the reason was. especially if it was his own doing. he couldn't live without you, and the empty house he stood in was a painful reminder.
he thought back to all the times he's brushed you off for work recently, leaving you in his flat with a placating kiss to your cheek. he didn't expect the fleet to demand so much of his attention, and now both of you were suffering for it.
caleb cursed under his breath and shoved his feet into his shoes, ripping the door open and sprinting down the street. he called your name, spinning around on the road to cover his bases, searching for any rustle, scent, or noise that would lead him to you.
"caleb, what are you doing?" you sighed from behind him.
he straightened up and turned, his hopes refusing to sink even after seeing the glare on your face. you just looked so cute in your pajamas and puffy jacket. he frowned, a new wave of guilt washing over him.
"get out of the road, please? and put on a shirt if you're outsideâ" your lecture was cut short as caleb hugged you tight, worming his warm hands under the wings of your coat and clothes "...what is up with you?" you asked softly, returning the embrace.
he squeezed you tight, savoring the feeling of your skin under his fingers. "i thought you left."
"i mean, i did. i just forgot my headphones in my carâ"
"you scared me," he whispered into your neck.
an unbelieving laugh bubbled out of you, put off by his strong reaction. "whatâdid you think i left left?"
"yes." he whined, standing back and tilting your head up to face him. "you don't ever make things worse, princess. i don't know why i said thatâ"
"caleb."
"no, you're the only good thing i have left and iâ" he choked up, his eyelids squeezing shut. "you don't deserve that. i love you, you know that right? i love you."
"i love you, too." you gripped his wrist, bringing him back down. "our lives aren't easy, and i don't expect you to be perfect all the time. we're both going to get to stressed and maybe annoyed with each other, but... i don't want us to grow apart because of it."
"no, never." he gripped your face with both hands, holding you firmly as if he were trying to communicate his pledge into your skull. "i'll never lash out like that again, pips, i promise. i know you were just trying to helpâi'm so sorry." he peppered kisses all over your face until you wriggled out of his arms.
you extended your pinky, an expectant look on your face. he smiled gratefully and hooked his pinky with yours, allowing you to string him along back to bed and into your arms, where he belonged.
SYLUS
he checked the cameras surrounding his home, watching you storm down the pathway to your car. his heart thumped when the car door slammed shut, and he turned off the camera feed to save his thoughts from running wild.
he rose calmly from his chair, abandoning his drink and phone as he paced. ...he shouldn't have snapped at you. your look of hurt and betrayal was seared into his mind. the echo of you persisted even as he closed his eyes. i only want to help.
sylus debated enlisting the help of luke and kieran to keep an eye on you. he didn't want to pressure you to return home if you were upset with him, but he also wanted to be the one to comfort you... for a slight of his own doing... hm. what a paradoxical feeling.
his work required much of his time and effort, as did yours. of course the N109 zone had to act up when you finally found the time to spend the night. his stomach twisted with disappointment. what kind of man was he to put work over the most precious treasure of his life?
sylus gritted his teeth, grabbing his robe and tying it on before racing out the door. his motorcycle buzzed to life as he approached. mounting it with ease, he pulled up the map on his phone to checkâ
"where are you going at this hour?" you cast him a sideways look, judgement written all over your features.
...perhaps he should have checked the garage cameras before rushing outside with the intent of chasing your car down.
for once, his expression did not reflect his usual collected demeanor. "i... i thought you had left."
you held up your headphones. "forgot these in the car."
"i see." sylus cleared his throat, turning off his bike's engine. he swallowed thicky, choosing his words carefully as he had failed to do earlier. "i didn't mean what i said, kitten. making things worse is something you are not capable of."
you waved him off, turning to retire to bed. he frowned, hopping off his motorcycle and catching your hand, halting your withdrawal.
"i'm tired, sylus." you sighed, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.
of me? he thought in a panic, his throat suddenly bone-dry. sylus always had something to say, but in this moment, nothing he came up with seemed right. "what i said was in error. i never want to hurt you, so for tonight, i deeply apologize."
"sy..." you quirked an amused smile up, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "i am really tired. and i imagine you are, too. we're both high-strung, and you're not going to be perfect all the time."
"you deserve nothing less," he argued with a firm shake of his head. his hands rested on your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.
"you demonstrate that to me everyday, but i don't expect that of you all the time. you're human." your hand lifted to hold his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin after he leaned into your touch. "but when we fall short, i don't want us to take it out on each other."
his hand covered yours, pressing a kiss to your palm regretfully. "...i know, sweetie. i'm sorry. i love you, and seeing you walk out today reminded me that you mean the world to me. i would sooner abandon my work than push you away."
"i love you, too." you smiled and he brought you closer to his chest, hugging you as though he were afraid you would disappear.
when the night breeze made you shiver, he lifted you in his arms and tumbled into bed with you, his work long forgotten the moment your soft giggles hit his ears.
RAFAYEL
rafayel didn't look up from his blank canvas after realizing you left, but painting was the last thing on his mind. his knee bobbed uncontrollably, his brush wagging between his fingers nervously.
why did he say that? he always had to have the last word, even when he didn't mean anything that left his mouth. he might as well have said get out, i don't need you, when the truth was the polar opposite.
he heard your car engine rumble to life and fear seized his chest. you weren'tâyou weren't leaving were you?
rafayel knew his attitude was a lot to deal with sometimes. getting snippy when you were both upset was a recipe for disaster, and he often envied your patience in those instances. he always wondered when you would finally get fed up with him though he never believed it would happen.
until it did, today.
you were one of the few that loved him as he was and he was not letting you go because he let his exhaustion screw everything up.
he let his tools clatter to the floor as he sprung to his feet, speeding to the driveway. he spotted your car and practically ran into it, slamming his hands against the driver's window.
huh? rafayel peered inside but the driver's seat was empty. weird, he swore he heard you scream...
the backseat window rolled down, your annoyed head popping out soon after. "what are you doing?! you scared me!"
he scooted over to the back window sheepishly, his confusion apparent on his face. "what, uh... what are you doing?" he coughed to cover up his quivering voice, resting his arms on the door.
you bent over, searching under the seats. "i'm looking for my headphones. i'm pretty sure they rolled under here somewhere..."
his eyes darted to the front, seeing the dashboard lit and ready to go. "you turned the car on, so i thought..."
"i needed the lights. my phone wasn't enough." you explained hurriedly, then paused. you sat up and stared at him. "...you thought what?"
"i thought you left." he mumbled. rafayel's fingers rapped along the roof of your vehicle that it could've passed as rain. after a moment, he gave into his need to be close to you, opening the door and slipping into the backseat.
"you know i didn't mean it, right?" he began.
you glanced at him, shrugging. "i don't know. did you?"
"i didn't." he said indignantly, but his tone softened when he remembered his goal: apologize, not defend. "i would never mean something like that, cutie. i say stupid things when i'm backed into a corner. that's no excuse, though."
"yeah." you concede, sitting beside him. the soft melodies from the radio made the dip in the conversation less uncomfortable. "you really thought i was going to leave?"
he ran his hand through his hair nervously. "i thought you finally got tired of me."
"raf..." you frowned, your hand reaching to his. "we'll get tired of each other from time to time. it comes with being life partnersâthere's good days and bad days. doesn't mean we love each other any less."
you pulled his head into your shoulder and he didn't waste any time curling into you, clinging to you like his life depended on it. you could feel his racing heartbeat against your skin, but with every deep breath of your scent, it calmed down. little by little. his hair brushed against your cheek as he nuzzled impossibly closer.
"i know. but as your life partner, i should be making you happier. i'm sorry for losing sight of my top priority." he pressed an apologetic kiss to the crook of your neck. "i love you more than anything."
you smiled, stroking his fluffy hair. "i love you, too."
thomas found you two cuddled up in the backseat together the next morning.
ZAYNE
regret flooded him immediately. he let his head drop into his hands in disappointment, but his shame found him even as he closed his eyes. he didn't give himself time to wallow in self-pityâhe got up, grabbed his jacket, and flew out the door after you.
he called your name just as he sees a flash of your pajamas turning around the corner into the garage. keys. he vaguely remembered the jingle of keysâdid you intend to leave?
he burst into the garage after you, his breath short as he locked eyes with you over the hood of your car.
you raised an eyebrow but didn't stop moving. you were about to open the door when he grasped your arm, turning your body to face him. his grip fell from your biceps to your hands, lacing your fingers together pleadingly. you looked up in confusionâ
"forgive me. i did not mean to snap. you were only trying to help, i know thatâ"
"zayneâ"
"please, allow me to finish. i will never force you to do anything you do not wish to, but i promise i will never let my stress cloud my judgement in a way that makes you suffer. please don't go. i willâ"
"zayne," your lips curved into a smile and zayne's brain had to buffer. "i'm not leaving."
he blinked, his eyes darting between you and your car. "but..."
you nodded to the center compartment through the window. "i left my headphones inside."
"oh."
your smile only grew as he released your hands, stepping back to allow you to open the door and retrieve your headphones. you pocketed your stuff and hooked arms with him, a gesture that weighed guilty upon his shoulders. he didn't deserve your affection after he lashed out at you, at least not so easily.
"i accept your apology." you hummed, leaning your head against his arm as he walked you back inside. "i wasn't mad, just... annoyed. we're both stressed out, and stuff like this will happen when we're both in bad moods. let's try not to make a habit of it."
"of course." he whispered. then, even quieter, "i don't deserve you."
you pursed your lips. "i don't like it when you talk down on yourself."
"i know," zayne murmured. "though it's hard not to when you... you make things so easy."
you smiled up at him. "loving you is easy."
his eyes communicated his gratitude, but the way he stopped in his tracks to embrace you said much more. i love you.
XAVIER
shit. xavier frowned, leaning back and peering through the window. he caught you walking down the street, dialing someone on your phone. when you spun around, he quickly let the curtains fall back into place. he didn't know what to do.
he was an idiot, that much he knew. xavier often got short when he was sleepy, but even more so when sleepy and stressed. he never meant to lash out at you, and normally he wouldn't, but... you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. with the sorry state he was in, the next person that talked to him was going to be unfairly assailed.
his palms grew clammy as he caught your voice muffled through the glass. you sounded upset. he peeked outside again, watching you vent. he winced and sunk back into the couch, his mind racingâwhat does he do? what does he say?
next, he heard a car pulling up to the house. his heart dropped in panicâhe whipped around, watching someone park right where you stood. you opened the door...
oh, no. xavier scrambled off the couch, running past his coat and shoes out the door. he called your name as he sprinted down the sidewalk.
"what're you doing, xav?" you gave him a look before you entered the car, keeping a foot on the pavement to stabilize yourself as you climbed inside.
"waitâ!" xavier came to an abrupt stop behind you, ready to pull you out if he needed to.
"yeah, that's my boyfriend." you laughed softly to tara. your friend ducked her head to catch a glimpse of him through the open door and waved in greeting.
huh?
"he looks like he's seen a ghost." tara mirrored your odd look from earlier.
xavier shifted behind you.
"he's been out of it all week, you know... working pretty hard." you rifled for something in the backseat, exclaiming happily once you recovered your headphones. "thanks for coming all this way, i appreciate it. have fun on your vacation."
"of course, no problem. think about having one yourself, hm?" tara smiled, honking her car in farewell as she disappeared down the street.
"iâi thoughtâ" xavier took deep breaths to calm himself. "i'm so sorry."
"you thought what?" you asked, stuffing your headphones in your pockets.
"that you were going to leave." he admitted, blue eyes filled with panic and worry. "i'm sorry for snapping at you, you didn't deserve it. you never deserve anything like that, it won't happen again."
you flattened your hand against his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. "it's okay, xavâ"
"it's not." xavier's eyes hardened, guilt welling up inside him. why were you being so forgiving?
"i trust you won't do it again. even you seem surprised by your outburst. this isn't you, and both of us know that." you continued calmly. "sometimes the stress gets to us. i get it."
he bowed his head, covering your hand with his own and squeezing it every so often to soothe his nerves. "you could never make things worse. i love you, so much."
you smiled. "i love you, too. let's sleep in? i'll call in if you will."
"yes, please." he groaned with relief, nodding. he intertwined your fingers, swinging your hands between you as you walked back home.
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âUgh, fuck this,â you groan, tossing your tiny, pink vibrator to the side, not caring when it goes too far and flies off your bed. You're way too inebriated and sexually frustrated to give a damn.
Your arm aches and as the pulse slowly fades between your legs, you come to the conclusion that you can't come tonight. Fingers, vibrator, dildos, none of them seem to work on you. It's been like this for weeks. You don't know if it's stress or if there's just something wrong with you.
Your nightly routine tonight consisted of kicking off your heels and settling down with a bottle of wine before bed. You were hoping the wine would help you relax and then you'd be able to come. But, that plan has proved to be a bust.Â
You pull your panties back up and grab your phone off the nightstand. There are a few notifications from social media, a friend asking if you wanted brunch tomorrow, and what looks like a spam email.
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You vaguely remember browsing EVERâs website a few weeks ago out of curiosity. Their companion bots are supposed to be the very best, cutting edge tech, designed to be anything you wantâa friend, family, lover, anything at all.Â
At first, you thought the idea of buying an android was a complete waste of money. You've seen them around the city, either doing errands on their own or walking hand-in-hand with their human partners. When they smile politely at you with their lightless eyes, it sends nothing but chills down your spine.
While checking out their website, you scrolled through the âbuild-a-botâ section to ridicule the stupid features people pay extra to install.Â
Seriously, who pays a hundred extra dollars for a bigger dick installation and extra stamina?
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It reads less like a sales pitch and more like a dating profile. And somehow, he's checking off all your boxes. He really does seem tailor made for you. It's almost creepy.Â
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So, you can't pay for extra stamina and a twelve inch dick? What a shame. You could really use that right now.Â
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It takes Caleb two weeks to arrive at your door.Â
The delivery man asks for your signature, carts a six foot crate into your living room, and leaves without much fanfare. Though, you suppose these days, delivering androids isn't an uncommon occurrence.Â
You stare at the intimidating crate. It still hasn't registered that there's an android in your living room. In the two weeks leading up to this moment, you tried pushing it to the back of your mind. It is already embarrassing enough to admit that you bought one out of desperation, but to have it be a reality⊠you don't know what to expect once you crack open the box.Â
It takes thirty minutes for you to breathe through your anxieties and start cutting open all the zip ties and tape wrapped around the box. You're greeted by a thick user manual and wall of styrofoam casing when you peel open the top.Â
You take the manual, a full body scan of Caleb is on it, and flip it open.
EVER Co. thanks you for your purchase! We hope you enjoy your new Caleb companion. Please refer to this user guide to help you get started.Â
You skim through the instructions, tapping your fingers against the pages as you worry your lower lip between your teeth.Â
To switch on your companion, hold down the POWER button located on your companionâs sternum for 3 seconds. Your companion will lead you through the next steps after powered on.
There's a diagram next to the text, illustrating where Calebâs power button is. You pull off the styrofoam mold, tossing it to the corner of your living room, and beneath is Calebâs sleepingâtecnically powered offâform.Â
It hits you all at once that he's real and⊠so human-like.
Your fingers graze over his cheek. He's neither cold nor warm to the touch, but he's not pallid. There's a glow to his skin, kissed by sun. When you press a finger into his cheek, the flesh gives way like any would. You half expected him to be solid, cold metal beneath your hands.Â
Heâs bundled up in a jacket with blue and orange accents and black sweater beneath. You tug down his collar, spying a silver chain around his neck that leads down to some dog tags with his name and model number engraved on it. You feel against his solid chest for the button. It's a small indent in the middle of his sternum, nearly indiscernible to the eye, but you feel it beneath your finger and push down.Â
The seconds pass and you hear a low hum like fans buzzing to life beneath his skin. When you lift off the button it takes only a second for his eyes to snap open, staring blankly at the ceiling.Â
You dare yourself to inch closer, searching for signs of cognition. He doesn't stir. You're almost afraid you've already broken him somehow. You wave your hand over his face, wondering if you have to give him something to focus on.Â
Once, twiceâyou move your hand, and after the third pass his eyes are suddenly on yours. You squeal, falling back on your behind before scrambling off the floor, straightening out your clothes.Â
What a great first impressionâŠÂ
He keeps his eyes on you as if he's assessing you, picking you apart piece by piece to figure out what makes you tick, before blinking and wiping it all away with a dazzling smile.
âThis is insane,â you mutter to yourself.Â
His smile is just like the pictures, but somehow in person it makes him ten times more attractive. âNice to meet ya, pipsqueak.â
You wrinkle your nose. Pipsqueak? You're not sure that was one of the nicknames you chose on the questionnaire. âUm, hello?âÂ
He lifts himself out of the box with quick and fluid movements, glancing around his new home with a discerning eye. There's a satisfied hum before he turns to you, dragging his eyes up and down your form.Â
âCome âere.âÂ
You hardly register what he means before he crowds you, cradling your jaw, and kisses you. His lips are rough against yours, moving languidly with his tongue parting your lips. Without much thought you melt into him.Â
It's been so long since you've had this sort of physical connection. Not since your ex and that was nearly a year ago at this point. Itâs comforting to fall into someone else's arms, safe and warm.Â
Heat pools in your core as his hands smooth over your waist, but your mind drifts. It's all so sudden and so much.Â
âWait!â You push against his chest and stumble back into the wall. But instead of meeting the solid wall, his steady hands cradle you before impact. He's almost chest to chest with you again, staring down at you with concern.Â
âHey, be careful. You alright?âÂ
âYeah, I'm fine.â As you peel yourself from his arms, his hands tighten around your waist before relaxing and letting you free. You lean against the wall to catch your breath. âWhat the hell was that?â
His brows furrow. âYou marked âinitiate sex every day, twice a dayâ on your questionnaire,â he states as if reciting it. âIs now not a good time?âÂ
Damn you for doing that questionnaire while horny.Â
âNot reallyâI mean, we just met. MaybeâŠâ You trail off. You're still unsure about all of this, whether or not you actually want to commit to having sex with him. He just feels so alive, real, and yet willing to do anything for you without a second thought. Does he feel strange about this whole situation like you? Does he even feel at all? You really don't have the mental capacity right now to debate the ethics of having sex with androids. Not when one is right in front of you and throwing himself at you. âWe start slow, um, like holding hands and stuff.â
âHolding hands,â he repeats slowly, raising a brow. If you didn't know any better you'd say heâs mocking you. âAre we five?â
You cross your arms, using it as a protective shield against the goosebumps rising on your arms. There's a growing smirk on his lips as he stares at your pout. âHey! I'm sorry if you expected me to just jump your bones the minute you woke up, but this is really weird for me, alright?âÂ
You barely know him! Sure, you read the basics of his bio, but that doesn't make you comfortable with fucking him immediately even if he was designed to be.
He sighs, âI'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable.â
âWe can work our way up to that,â you say, adding on a âbutâ when you see his smirk returning, âbut for now letâs just pretend weâre roommates-er, friends.â
âFriends, for now. I can do that.â
Living with an android is somewhat normal. He cooks you meals, makes sure you have all three meals, helps you do laundry, and is there when you come home from work to talk to. He's funny, teasing you occasionally. Indulges you whenever you get pouty. Not to mention incredibly touchy.Â
His hands are somehow always on or near you. If you're reaching for a plate, he's right behind you, grabbing it before you can get up on your tip-toes. You swear he purposefully moved them higher on the shelf so he could do that. When the two of you are on the couch while you're ranting about a particularly annoying work meeting, his arm is slung around yours, rubbing your shoulder soothingly.Â
It doesn't help that you still haven't been able to come. You're still in bed every night with a hand down your pants and the other over your mouth to silence your whimpers. The solution is simpleâask Caleb to help, but you're nervous and hesitant. If you even think about tiptoeing out of your room to find him at his charging station in the living room, you tense up and pull the covers over your head.Â
As much as you hate to admit, he's not just the android you bought while drunk and horny in the middle of the night anymore. He's Caleb. The one who creates a gnawing ache in your chest whenever you see him, whenever he comes near you, whenever he wishes you a good day. All the symptoms of a greater feeling.Â
You know that heâs an android, advertised as being designed to obey your every command, but it feels like a violation of his autonomy to ask when you know he can't say no. So, you settle for being friendly roommates with Caleb, and leave yourself with your hands and a few toys to (not) do the job, and silent feelings you can't voice.Â
It's been fine so far, but you wonder every night when the tipping point will finally come.Â
âIâm back! Work was a bitch, but I picked up some snacks for movie night!â You call out when you step through the door, holding up your stuffed bag. You toe off your shoes at the door and place them on the shoe rack. âDid you choose a- oh!âÂ
Caleb is sitting on the couch, fiddling with his arm. Instead of skin, it is the mechanical, dark chrome endoskeleton layer exposed from his shoulder and down. He has an array of tools spread on the coffee table. You recognize them from the maintenance kit that came in his box. A panel on his forearm is open with colorful wires running through like veins.Â
You turn your head away, ignoring how the exposed metal highlights the curve of his thick biceps and the way your body responds with a rush of heat pooling in your core. You clear your throat and try not to obviously squeeze your thighs together. âSorry, am I interrupting something?âÂ
âNope, I was just finishinâ up.â You hear the click of his panel shutting and the shuffling of tools. âWhyâre you lookinâ away?â
âI don't know. It seems impolite to stare while you'reâŠuncovered?â It's a pathetic excuse when the truth is you're just hot and bothered.Â
He chuckles, âItâs not like Iâm naked. And even if I were, you can stare all you want. I don't mind.âÂ
You fling the bag of snacks at him, which he catches by the handles easily, and cover your face. Images of him shirtless in his sweatpants, the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric, flash in your mind. He's walked around the house in that outfit before, sending you little glances and smirks. It fuels your imagination at night while you attempt to get off.Â
âYou're the worst,â you groan, stomping to fling yourself onto the couch.Â
âBut, you keep me around,â he retorts teasingly.Â
âOnly because you cook me dinner and do my laundry,â you grumble, snatching the bag of snacks from him and riffling through its contents to distract yourself from thoughts of him naked.
âIs that all I'm good for?âÂ
You laugh softly, âno, of course not. I like you very much, Caleb.âÂ
You settle for a bag of sour gummy worms and pull them from the bag. As you tear it open, you feel his stare on you again.
You squirm under his penetrating gaze, glancing at him. âWhat?â
âNothinâ. Just thinkinâ,â he hums, reclining back into the cushions. You get a sense he's lying. âYou've already seen me naked.â
You sputter, nearly jumping off the couch. âW-What! No!â
âDidn't you look at my profile on the website?âÂ
âI did, but I didn't see that!â You gesture wildly to his lower half.Â
âOh, you wanted me so bad, you didn't even look thoroughly.â
âI was tipsy and-â You shut yourself up before you can expose too much and huff, âugh, you were way cuter on my screen when you couldn't talk.âÂ
He ignores your statement, leaning closer to you. âTipsy and what?âÂ
Your face grows warmer when traces of a smirk appear on his face. âTipsy and nothing. F-Forget it!âÂ
You attempt to push him away, but he catches your arm. His thumb smoothes over the pulse point on your wrist in slow strokes. No doubt sensing the way your heart is racing beneath with his heart monitoring function. Any irritation you had falls away as he edges closer.  Â
Cold metal meets your skin when Calebâs hand reaches up to cup your cheek, making you flinch. Your eyes trace up his forearm and bicep. It's odd to see the mechanical parts of him when the face in front of you is so alive.Â
Caleb seems to take your quiet as rejection. âAre you scared of me like this?â
âNo,â you answer immediately. âShould I be?â
âYou don't know me,â he says, sharp and accusatory. âMy codeâs been rewritten so many times. Sometimes even I don't know who Iâm supposed to be anymore.â
âCalebâŠâ Your mouth is dry, but your heart aches to comfort him.Â
âAnd sometimes I think I really like you,â he admits. âBut is it me or is it just programming?â Â
Your heart seizes up at the sudden confession, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. To think⊠could he actually have feelings for you too?Â
He guides you closer, never taking his eyes off your lips. A drawn expression on his face. âAnd sometimes I think I want to kiss youâI really do.â
âWhy don't you?â you whisper.Â
âYou haven't asked me to yet.â
âAnd I won't.â You rest a hand over the one on your cheek, feeling the ridges and grooves around the plates of his fingers. âTake what you want, Caleb.âÂ
You wonder if he can feel your hand against his. If there's some type of sensor, feeding back the warm touch of your palm over his, or if it's nothing at all.
âTake what I wantâŠâ he repeats in a whisper.Â
You think if he were human, his breathing would be uneven, stuck in his chest. His hand slides down to cup your neck, tugging you forward until your lips collide in a desperate, needy kiss.Â
He's warm on your lips. It's different from the first time he kissed you. Before, he was confident, and knew exactly how to get your knees weak. Now, he's moving, unsure of himself, unsure of whether or not itâs okay.Â
You reinforce him by parting your lips, letting your tongues dance around each other. He leans forward, clutching you in his arms to lay you against the couch, but jerks back violently, dropping you instead.Â
He grabs his head, groaning, eyes screwed shut with his face contorted.Â
âWhat's wrong?âÂ
âPreventative measures EVER installed in all their androids,â he grounds out. âIt usually stops us from doing anything dangerous or disobeying orders.âÂ
It's your turn to cup his cheeks, raising his face to look at you. You never thought this would happen, but you're so glad it did.Â
âIf this is what you want, I want it too. I want you to kiss me, and⊠I-I want more than that.âÂ
A half grin forms from his grimace as he chuckles. He sweeps you into another kiss, whispering thank yous between each breath.Â
Your heart swells, knowing that he feels something for you. He may not be able to decipher it fully, but you'll take this, whatever he wants to give.Â
He holds you in his arms. Your lips fall into a slow rhythm together, neither one of you willing to separate from the other first.Â
âI found those toys under your bed while I was cleaning and tossed them out,â he admits between kisses.Â
Your head snaps back as you push on his shoulders. âWhat? Why!â
Those were expensive!
âI wasâŠâ he thinks for a moment before the word comes out hesitantly, like he doesn't know if it's true, âjealous.â
âBut you didn't need to throw them away,â you pout. As you attempt to pull away, thinking you could dig them out of the trash if theyâre still there, he grips your waist.
âI want to show you why you don't need them anymore. You only need me,â he growls, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist and hoisting you up effortlessly. Your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you to your bedroom and lays you against the pillows. âLet me prove it.âÂ
Though his eyes don't leave yours, burning with a raw hunger, you're still nervous. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you this way before and it makes you squirm.Â
âAre you really sure?âÂ
âI am.â He climbs on top, caging you between his arms. His dog tags dangle between you. âAre you?â
You nod, toying with his necklace. âThink I've been ready for this since you woke up in my living room.â
âThen let me make up for lost time.â he starts at your neck, sucking at your pulse point until he leaves his mark before moving down to your collar.
He's probably programmed with thousands of different techniques and ways to pleasure someone, you think. Plus, you recall inputting all of your favorite kinks and positions in the questionnaire. He already knows every intimate detail about you. Now he just has to learn every inch of your body.Â
Caleb unbuttons your top, revealing your chest inch by inch and helping it off your shoulders, until your bra is in full view.Â
Youâre a bit embarrassed that they're not more lacy or risque, but he doesn't seem to mind as his metal arm traces down the seam into the valley of your breasts. You shiver at his cool touch, arching into his hand.Â
âAm I too cold?â He hooks a finger down the middle of your bra, easing it lower to reveal your perfect mounds.
Your breath hitches when he runs his thumb over your nipple. The cold brings it to a quick peak. âN-No, I like it.â Â
He tweaks your nipples with both hands, one warm and the other cold. You hum beneath him, sinking into the mattress. He slips behind you to unhook your bra and throws it somewhere in your room.Â
You hear a sharp click! and you yelp when his now vibrating hand returns to toy with your nipple. âWh-WhatâŠâ
âWow,â he chuckles. âYou really didn't read anything on my profile. Was I that handsome?â
âAh, shut up,â you whine when he pinches your nipples between his vibrating fingers.Â
Six vibrating arm modes. Oh. So this is what it means. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him slipping his fingers into you like that.Â
âHow âbout a demonstration?â He turns off the vibrating and slowly begins to ease off your work pants, taking your panties with it, leaving you bare before him.Â
You're stuck beneath his unwavering gaze, vulnerable to his desire. You try closing your legs but he's kneeling between them.Â
âPretty,â he mumbles, tracing a path down your stomach to your slit. He parts your folds, swiping against your slick pussy, gathering it on his metallic fingers.Â
You bite your lip, trying to hold back the whine threatening to escape, as his middle finger eases its way into your tight entrance. A soft âahâ slips past you when he makes slow curling gestures against your gummy walls.Â
âI want to hear how good I make you feel. Don't hold back.âÂ
The low, consistent vibrations start up again inside you. It's deep and penetrating, coursing through every fiber of your being, unlike anything you could have done yourself.
âOh,â you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Your body sinks into the mattress.Â
âThat's it,â he groans, working your pussy open, sliding in a second finger when you're wet enough. âJust relax. I'll help you through it.âÂ
The stretch has you arching off the bed, grinding your hips down on him. Already, you're feeling that familiar peak approaching, but you're still afraid that even now you won't be able to reach it.
When his vibrating thumb settles on your little aching bud, sending sparks running up your spine, you moan, grasping at the sheets.Â
He speeds up his pace, eventually switching his mechanical hand with his other hand so he can keep using it on your clit without moving it. The slick sounds of his fingers echo through your roomâshlick!, shlick!, shlick!âalong with the low humming of his fingers.Â
âMph, I-I think I'm gonna come!â
âYeah?â Caleb curls his finger against a spot that has you crying his name. He hits it over and over, letting your writhe against the sheets.Â
And you finally, finally, get to come. It shatters you, breaking you apart into pieces until you're weightless and limp as your pussy drools on the sheets.Â
âI've got you,â he soothes, petting your jaw with his thumb. It's his other hand, softer and warm. You lean into it, catching your breath.
You hear a click! again and the vibrations against your clit intensify with faster and stronger buzzes. It tears you out of that momentary calm and sends you hurling towards another orgasm.Â
âAhh, C-Caleb!â You cry, clinging onto his arm. Your body tenses, curling in on itself as intense waves of pleasure pour through you. Coherent words die on your lips. It's nothing but babbling sobs as tears leak from your eyes. âHahhânghâI-I don't think I can-âÂ
 âYou can. I want to see you come again,â he pants, spreading your legs again when they try to close. âOne more for me.âÂ
It's hard to stop your whimpering to form a complete response, so you nod, eyes rolling back when his thumb returns to your aching, swollen clit. The speed this time is much more intense, already your body is tensing against his fingers.
Your hands scramble for something to cling onto. You catch his necklace, dragging him down to meet your lips as your second orgasm crashes through you.Â
He doesn't move his hand, keeping the torturous vibrations against your clit even when you try to squirm away and cry his name against his lips.Â
âYou said oneâahh!âone more!â You sob, arching off the sheets and gasping for breath.Â
ââS not enough. I need more.â He looks down at your tear filled eyes. âPlease?âÂ
Safe to say, it's not just one more he wants. He takes and takes until you're a complete mess by the end of it. You're not sure how your eyes are still open, but Caleb is still eager and ready to go.
âReady to see the other features I have?âÂ
â.Ë NOTES â I won't lie sometimes I forget that he has a mech arm since it's not visible (â *â ïčâ *â ;â ) also, special shout out to Calebs lvl 85 secret times for getting me through this one hehe reblogs, comments, and asks always appreciated! thanks for reading! <3
đŐ. .Ő𩯠NOTES â I'm rlly excited for the next kinktober fic w android!Caleb so here's a little excerpt!!! 18+ MDNI
From: EVER Co.
SALE SALE SALE: EVER CO. COMPANION BOT, CALEB! â The boyfriend you didn't know you needed...
You squint at your computer screen. A mix of alcohol and the late hour convinces your curiosity into clicking the email.
You vaguely remember browsing EVERâs website a few weeks ago out of curiosity. Their companion bots are supposed to be the very best, cutting edge tech, designed to be anything you wantâa friend, family, lover, anything at all.
At first, you thought the idea of buying an android was a complete waste of money. You've seen them around the city, either doing errands on their own or walking hand-in-hand with their human partners. When they smile politely at you with their lightless eyes, it sends nothing but chills down your spine.
So, while checking out their website, you scrolled through the âbuild-a-botâ section to ridicule the stupid features people pay extra to install.
Seriously, who pays a hundred extra dollars for a bigger dick installation and extra stamina?
It was an amusing browse that lasted for an hour, and you thought that's all it would beâan hour of entertainment you wouldn't think about ever again.
But now you're staring into the violet eyes of the most handsome man android you've ever seen, with eyes somehow reflecting so much life and charm, drawing you in the longer you stare. He looks less like the typical androids you normally see and that has you intrigued.
Meet Caleb (model no. X-02), EVERâs latest android companion, tailor made to be your perfect partner! He's the boy next door, an attentive lover, and the adrenaline junkie that will take you on the ride of your life.
You scan through his bio that lists characteristics, even habits, that seem to bring him to life. He loves building model airplanes, hates cilantro, dreams of becoming a pilot, etc.
It reads less like a sales pitch and more like a dating profile. And somehow, he's checking off all your boxes. He really does seem tailor made for you. It's almost creepy.
This Caleb companion is not fit for additional installations or modifications.
So, you can't pay for extra stamina and a twelve inch dick? What a shame. You could really use that right now.
It doesn't help that thereâs a shirtless photo of Caleb in bed with his thumb hooking around the band of his sweat pants, gazing up at the camera with a seductive smirk.
The ache between your legs returns annoyingly and you groan, scrolling away before you find your hands down your pants for another useless session.
Price mark down! 80% off! Get him today for the low, low price of $4,999.99!
You whistle, âthat's pretty cheap.â
Considering the average, high quality android these days costs $30k and up, you're looking at a bargainâor at least, that's what your tipsy and horny addled mind tells you. But there's no way an android from EVER, a top selling android competitor, is selling a new model this low. There has to be a catch.
You try reading the finer details, but the tiny words just blend together. Somehow the only details you manage to catch are âpassionate lover', âextra stamina pack includedâ, and âsix vibrating arm modesâ. You're extra intrigued by that last detail.
The add to cart button is clicked without a second thought. Purchasing is a simple, familiar process. Inputting your name, card information, address is muscle memory at this point.
You only realize what you just did when the EVER logo pops up on your screen with a purchase confirmation number.
Buyers remorse kicks in as you stare at the screen. This is probably one of the most embarrassing purchases you've ever made, solely driven by the fact that you're unbearably sexually frustrated and horny for some super hot, discount android.
Before you can figure out how to cancel your order, you notice an audio message attached to the thank you message.
âThanks for choosinâ me. I can't wait to meet you.â A voice, presumably Calebâs, says. Even his voice is hot. There's a sweet charm to it, playful and alluring all at once. âFill out the questionnaire below to help me learn how I can please you.â
The questions range from basic tasks you'd like help with to how frequent you want him to initiate sex. You answer with complete honesty, thanks to the alcohol.
By the time you finish the seemingly endless and thorough questionnaire, your eyes are drooping until you eventually nod off, dreaming of violet eyes and that low voice whispering filthy things in your ears.
a collection of my 2025 kinktober fics! reblogs and comments always appreciated! thanks for reading! (â ïœĄâ âąÌâ áŽâ -â )â â§
WEEK 1 - bet on it || threesome
When Caleb has to move in with you for a week, Xavier is eager to drive him out by fucking you all over your apartment. Things get interesting when Caleb proposes a challenge Xavier can't pass up.
WEEK 2 - at your service || sex bot!au
Introducing EVER Co.'s newest android companion, CALEB, model no. X-02
Need help with household chores? Want a friend to come home to and talk about your day with? Need to let off some steam with a good fuck? Our android companion is perfect for you! Only for the low, low sale price of $4,999.99!
Add to cart?
WEEK 3 - breathe you in || sex pollen, birthday sex
It's the King of Darknight's birthday! To celebrate, you plan a nice, secluded picnic in a field of flowers. What could possibly go wrong?
WEEK 4 - TBD
TBD
WEEK 5 - my, what big teeth you have || werewolf, threesome
You're caught between two hungry predatorsâyour secret lover, Sylus, and Caleb, whose silent yearning for you only amplifies beneath the full moon.
summary: after a night out on the town you call your ex, caleb, just to chat with him. he picks you up and takes you home, taking care of you while youâre a bit too drunk.
content: yearninggg, mention of breakup, reminiscing, bittersweet memories, but also its sweet and fluffy. i think thatâs it?
wc: 2,360
a/n: i listened to ânothingâs gonna hurt you babyâ by cigarettes after sex the entire time i wrote this and i reallyyyy recommend listening to it while you read. the vibes are the same (to me at least) but also you donât haveee to⊠just saying itâs a better read if you listen :D oh also this is nawt streetracer!caleb this is just. caleb.
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habit. youâre telling yourself that you had called him out of habit. that, and the fact that you were drunk. you definitely didnât call him because you missed him so bad your chest felt like it was cracking open, feeling less and less like yourself as every day passed. like he had taken every good part of you with him when he left.
as you were thinking this was maybe a bad idea, the line connected and his beautiful voice fluttered into your ears. âhey, whatâs up?â
you smiled wide, head drooping to the side, unable to contain your joy. âhiii caleb.â
âhi baby.â his sweet voice made you feel like you were floating, though the alcohol probably contributed to that feeling.
you giggled into the microphone, caleb laughing quietly in response. âyouâre drunk.â
âhowâd you know?â
âbecause i know you.â caleb answers simply. he pressed his phone between his ear and shoulder, the sound of running water in the background while he washed dishes.
âmmmm. yeah, you do.â you hum the words. âdo you remember that pizza we got on vacation?â
âmhm. the pineapple pizza you insisted on trying despite knowing you wouldnât like it.â caleb smiles fondly at the memory, recalling how perfect things had been between you two. how bittersweet that memory was now, knowing the two of you were everything but perfect now, broken up for no real reason.
you gag dramatically at the memory of the pizza. âthat was soo disgusting, but i miss it.â
âthe pizza?â caleb questions, drying off a bowl and setting it down.
âmm..â you pause for a moment, sinking into the memory until all you could feel was calebs presence. you missed the moment with him, the simplicity of it, how he laughed at your reaction to the warm pineapple, and how he swapped pizzas with you, giving you his pepperoni slice and taking the pineapple pizza even though he didnât like pineapple. the pizza wasnât what you missed. not by a long shot. âyeah, sure. i miss the pizza.â
caleb smiles on the other end of the phone, knowing you were lying but not pressing you while youâre drunk. âso, are you having a wine and movie night? did you order takeout?â
you giggle and take the tip of your nail between your teeth, biting it. âyou remember that?â
âhow could i forget all the nights we spent wine drunk shoveling chinese takeout down our throats while shit talking sappy movies? that was practically our thing.â
you hum. âyeah, it was, wasnât it?â
âmhm. so, is that what youâre doing on this fine wednesday night? having some fun?â
calebs voice added flourish to the end of his sentence, like you were drinking for fun. who drank for fun on wednesday nights when they had work the next day? you knew you certainly werenât.
the pit in your chest had been the driving factor in your solo expedition to a local bar downtown. the longing that had become as much a part of you as your skin was the reason you ordered back to back shots. those nights with caleb had been some of the best of your life, so, no, you certainly werenât drunk for fun. you were drunk in a futile attempt to numb the pain, which, spoiler alert, hadnât worked. it never did. but the voice on the other end of your phone talking to you like no time had passed? he numbed the pain enough to make the realization that you drunk called your ex the next day bearable.
âiâm only having fun now that iâm talking to you.â you mumbled, words slurring slightly.
âah. sad drinking?â calebs face pinched as he understood why you were really drinking. he had fallen victim to trying to drink away the pain a few times, stopping when he realized it didnât work, but knowing that you were doing it too? because of him? it made his heart twist in his chest.
âmmmhmm.â
in the background, caleb could hear cars honking and you giggling. âare you outside?â
you nodded, though he couldnât see it. âyeah. walking home, i was at a bar. these cars are arguing.â
âyouâre walking around downtown drunk and alone?â calebs voice was exasperated and tight.
âyeah, but iâm almost home.â you pause for a long moment, twirling around in the street. âumm, maybe not⊠i think iâm going the wrong way⊠oopsies!â
caleb sighs while your pretty laugh makes his head spin. âstay where you are, okay? iâm gonna come pick you up.â
your eyes light up at the idea of seeing your ex again. you hadnât physically laid eyes on him in months. âreally? youâre cominâ?â
âi would come for you even if you were in a war zone, baby.â
on calebs drive to you, the two of you talked and joked like you used to. it was so casual and carefree, no awkward pauses or lulls in the conversation. caleb found you by using your location, neither of you had turned it off after your breakup. caleb checked your location every night before midnight, knowing thatâs when you went to bed, wanting to make sure you were safe at home. just in case.
when you saw calebs car pull up beside you on the street you skipped over to it, phone and purse swinging haphazardly in your hand. you open the passenger seat and drop into the car, the familiarity making your body and mind relax.
âhiii.â you smile at caleb, shutting the car door, eyes twinkling as you take him in. he looked just as pretty as he always had.
caleb smiled back at you and leaned over, buckling your seatbelt for you. âhi. i brought you water, drink up. need to get you sober.â
you hum and pick the water bottle up from the cup holder, noticing the cap was loose on it.
it was easy to forget you were broken up. easy to think you were still together because of the familiarity of everything, how caleb did small things to make your life easier. picking you up, buckling your seatbelt for you, uncapping your water bottle because he knows how it hurts your palms.
but then again, itâs just as easy to remember that youâre not together anymore. you see it in the way calebs hands flex on the steering wheel, struggling with where to put them, since your thigh and hand werenât viable options. it hits you again when you see that your hair tie isnât around his gear shift anymore, where it had lived for years.
caleb notices your mood drop drastically, sees how you turn in the seat, pointing yourself away from him and towards the passenger door while you sip the water.
âhey, talk to me. whatâs wrong? did someone say something to you?â he asks, eyes shifting from the busy street to you.
âno. just thinking.â you murmur.
caleb was about to speak when you cut him off impulsively. âi miss you. a lot. i miss us.â
caleb hummed and turned onto a road that led him to the parking lot of your building. âi miss you too, but i think we should talk about this when youâre sober, yeah?â
you sighed and drank more water, looking out the window as caleb searched for a parking spot. âyouâll just reject me if we talk again.â
caleb shook his head and pulled into an empty spot, putting the car in park and turning to you. his purple eyes traced over your figure as you looked away.
âcâmon, letâs get you inside and ready for bed. i think you should try and sleep this off.â
the two of you were forced to take the stairs because the elevator was broken, caleb held you up as you leaned on him heavily for the first four flights of stairs.
halfway up the fifth flight of stairs you groaned and slumped against the staircase wall and groaned. âthis is worse than when i climbed mount everest.â
caleb snickered and swooped you up into his arms in a princess carry, taking the steps steadily. âyouâve never climbed mount everest. iâm preeetty sure the tallest thing youâve ever climbed was me.â
you burst out into a fit of laughter, head hanging over his arm. âha! good one caleb.â
caleb watches you laugh with adoration on his face, smiling down at you. he pulled you up closer and kissed the side of your head softly. âyouâre precious.â
once caleb reaches the landing on the ninth floor, your floor, he spins around in circles just to hear you laugh again, which you do. after he stands still, your head spins and you gag. âoh god, too much motion âleb. stay still now.â
he held you in one arm to open the stairwell door, situating you again comfortably in his arms after. âsorry sweet girl, no more motion. youâll be home in a minute. whereâs your key at?â
âpurse.â you raise your hand up and run your fingers through the air like youâre running them through water.
caleb digs in your purse and grabs your key, opening your frint door and walking in. he shuts and locks the door, walking you to your bathroom and setting you on the counter.
you stare at him lovingly, seeing hearts around his face. as he hangs your purse on the doorknob.
âstay for a sec. donât fall over.â he patted your arm and wandered back out into the kitchen.
as he filled a glass of water, he noticed that your apartment was messy. you hadnât ever been a messy person by any means, youâd have a pile of things here and there, but nothing like this. he frowned as he realized you must've been doing worse than you let on.
back in the bathroom, he wrapped your fingers around the glass. âdrink up, okay? iâm gonna take your makeup off.â
you hummed and kicked your legs back and forth, taking sips as you watched caleb wet a cotton round with micellar water.
he gently cleaned the makeup off of your face, patting your bare cheeks with a pleased nod when he finished.
while you brushed your teeth, caleb picked out pajamas for you to wear, setting the plaid pants and t shirt on the bathroom counter.
âiâll wait outside the door while you change. if you need anything, just call for me.â his gaze stayed on you, amused at the toothpaste foam on the side of your mouth. his lips tipped up. it was such a simple sight, but it was one he hadnât expected to ever see again.
you changed into the pajamas with a bit of difficulty and a lot of dramatic huffs. once you were clothed, you confidently walked out of the bathroom and gave caleb a spin, posing and mimicking the way he used to in pictures.
caleb laughed and pulled his phone out quickly, snapping a picture. âshirts on backwards, babe.â
âhuh?â you look down and groan. âhow did that even happen?â
he put his phone back in his pocket and shook his head, walking to you. âthe shirt has it out for ya for sure, you definitely didnât do it. arms in.â
you listened and pulled your arms into the shirt, letting caleb twist the fabric around so the logo was facing the correct way, putting your arms back through the right arm holes when he said to.
âpretty. letâs get you to bed.â caleb wrapped an arm around your shoulders and walked you to your room. he tucked you in nice and snug, putting a fresh glass of water on the night stand.
you blinked at him slowly. sadness crept up on you as you realized that he was likely leaving you for the night, a new goodbye approaching. âwill you stay? pleaaase?â
caleb sighed and looked at you all bundled up in bed. he wanted to stay, he really, really wanted to, but he was worried you would wake up in the morning and regret this whole night. âiâll stay until you fall asleep, how about that?â
you pouted and he smoothed your hair down slowly. âi donât want you to leave me again.â
âletâs talk tomorrow. i donât want you to say things you donât really mean tonight and regret it tomorrow. iâll take you to your favorite cafe. promise.â
caleb held his pinky out to you, which you wrapped around yours. you kissed your thumb at the same time he kissed his, locking the promise. you both stared at your hands, the feeling of each other's touch soothing both of your hearts.
he pulled his hand away gently and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, thumb rubbing your hairline. âiâll talk to you tomorrow. get some sleep, honey.â
you watched caleb walk away, opening your bedroom door. you yawned and the words slipped out casually before you could stop them. âi love you.â
caleb paused and admired you, breath catching at the words. he bit his tongue to stop himself from saying it back- you didnât mean it. you were drunk and reminiscing and he was there- he was sure thatâs all this was. thatâs the only reason you would say that to him now. surely you didnât still love him, not after how sad you seemed about him.
he swallowed hard. âtell me that tomorrow, okay?â
when you woke up the next morning and ventured out to the kitchen to make coffee to combat the hangover you were battling and the embarrassment of rejection from last night, you noticed an immediate difference.
your previously messy apartment was spotlessly clean, all the trash taken out, counters cleaned, dishes washed and put away, laundry folded- everything clean except a note on the counter.
âcall me when you wake up, iâll pick you up for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or i can come over with takeout and we can watch a shitty movie. wherever you want to go. letâs figure this out, please. i never want to see you struggling the way i saw you last night again.
p.s. a cleaning fairy visited while you were asleep! :D
xo calebâ
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a/n pt2: oh yeah, first time writing something thats NOT streetracer!caleb! finally pushed myself out of my comfort zoneee!! btw i came up with this from listening to gogo juice by sabrina carpenter and it was supposed to be a fun little fic. then i listened to 'nothing's gonna hurt you baby' and um. it got a bit sad. #sorrynotsorry
do NOT call me twin if you donât fw caleb, missionary, whimpering and moaning like a bitch, with eye contact and the most frantic pace ever, while he apologizes for not being able to control himself
Hii! >.< Can I request a one-shot/drabble about mc walking upto them and going âI am bored wanna make-out?â đœ
Loveee your work!
[scenario/drabble]
A special request for him
Summary: LIs react when you request for him to make out with you. Do they like it? They do. Very much so. (and some are quite hungry) <3
Genre: Fluff (CW kissing, suggestiveness!, Caleb calls you a good girl)
Notes: thanks anon this was so fun to write!! Also this was meant to be posted yesterday but the app crashed on me when I edited the draft so I had to wait till i got time to my laptop please enjoy đ„čđ«¶
SYLUS
Your notebook sits open in front of you, but your thoughts are miles away. The words on the page blur into meaningless shapes as you sigh, slouching down in your chair.Â
âThis is killing me,â you grumble.
Sylus, engrossed in a document at his desk, doesnât look up, but you see the faintest smirk touch his lips.
âWhen are you expecting the twins to call?â you ask.
He flicks the cap off his expensive pen and crosses out a few lines of text with a decisive stroke. âIn ten minutes,âÂ
âPerfect,â you say as you push yourself up, stride over to his desk, and turn his heavy leather chair to face you.Â
Before he can react, you slide directly onto his lap, your arms looping around his neck. âMake out with me?â
A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest as his hands come up to rest on your hips. âSo impatient, kitten,â he murmurs, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. âBut who am I to refuse such an offer?âÂ
You donât get a chance to answer before he closes the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.Â
Itâs a slow, thorough claim, and a promise of whatâs to come later. When he finally pulls back, his thumb brushes your cheek gently. âConsider the next ten minutes thoroughly occupied.â
"And after the call?" You ask, hopeful.
He smirks knowingly. "You can be as greedy as you want with me."
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ZAYNE
The drama on screen is meant to be suspenseful, but the plot has lost your interest entirely. You shift on the couch, turning to Zayne who is watching with his usual unwavering focus. You poke his cheek, and when his hazel-green eyes shift to you, you sidle closer, pressing against his side.
âIâm starting to get bored,â you announce.
âSomeone said they really wanted to watch this,â he reminds you, though his arm lifts to accommodate you, pulling you tighter against him.
âWanted. Past tense,â you clarify, tilting your face up to his. âWhat I want now is to make out.â
Zayne sighs, but thereâs a gentle light in his eyes. âA rather drastic change in entertainment.âÂ
His hand comes up to cup your jaw, his other hand brushing your hair lightly. He leans in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, before his lips meet yours. The kiss starts soft, but quickly deepens, fueled by an intensity that leaves you breathless.Â
When he pulls back, you're almost lightheaded.
âStill bored?â he asks, his voice a husky whisper.
âI'm not sure. Maybe try it again and we'll see-â
(He barely lets you finish the sentence before kissing you again)
â--
XAVIER
You slump backwards in your office chair, your neck craned over the backrest as you stare up at the ceiling. The stack of unfinished paperwork mocks you from the desk, its deadline looming larger as the clock ticks. You hear familiar footsteps as a slipper-clad Xavier approaches.
âWhy not take a break?â he suggests.
You groan, refusing to move as you contemplate the miserable choice between powering through or taking a break and having to stay up even later. âCanât. Too much to do.â
âCâmon,â he coaxes gently.Â
You donât move, but you can feel his presence closer. You open your eyes to see him leaning over you, his concerned face upside down in your vision. His silver hair frames his features- and for a moment you think this must be how all fairytale princes would look like.
â...make out with me,â you mumble.
He tilts his head, a smile playing on his lips. âThat seems like an uncomfortable position for you to be in.â
You reach up, making grabby hands in the air between you.Â
He chuckles fondly and obliges, leaning down to press a soft, sweet peck to your lips. His hand rests against the curve of your jaw, holding you gently.Â
You hum in approval, and thatâs all the encouragement he needs to deepen the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a sudden, fiery intensity. Your fingers thread through his hair, the paperwork and the deadline completely forgotten.
(He reminds you of it, but you pull him closer.)
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RAFAYEL
You close your book with a thump and a groan of frustration. Across the room, Rafayelâs pencil comes to an immediate halt mid-sketch.
âLet me guess,â he says, not looking up from his pad. âThe words arenât wording and the book isnât booking.â
âMy brain isnât braining, more like,â you mutter, rubbing your temples. âI need a break.â
âWhat if I sketch you a little reading companion?â he offers, tapping his pencil on his chin thoughtfully. âThe cutest little turtle bookmark. Heâll hold your place with unwavering determination.â
âNo, not a turtleâŠâ you begin, shaking your head. âI need a... a Rafayel. And something else. A better distraction. Like making out.â
âOh.â A mischievous glint lights up his purple-pink eyes. He drops his sketchbook onto the couch without a second glance. âOf course, cutie. Why didnât you just say so? Thatâs a much more engaging form of creative expression.âÂ
Heâs next to you in a flash, his hands finding your waist. âAnd I am happy to be of service.â
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CALEB
Your laptop sits open on your knees, but youâve been staring at the same paragraph for ten minutes. Youâre cross-legged on the sofa, hunched over the screen with a buzz of white noise in your mind, crowding out any semblance of focus and efficiency. Your gaze drifts to Caleb, who is meticulously rearranging fridge magnets to make space for a new set of photos of you two.
âCaleb?â you call out.
âHmm?â he responds, not turning around, focused on the display he's creating.
âWanna make out?â
This gets his attention. He turns, a playful smirk on his face as he leans back against the refrigerator. âDo you want it to happen in the kitchen or where youâre sitting?â he asks.Â
You blink- he skipped past your yes-no question with such brazen confidence that the Caleb from a year ago would never have dared to.
âWow, Caleb. Getting ahead of ourselves now,â
âI'm moving things along⊠since you looked pretty miserable with your laptop,â He pushes off the fridge and approaches you, with a knowing look. He stops in front of the couch, looking down at you affectionately.Â
âAnd comfort is best,â he declares, âsooo letâs settle for your spot.âÂ
He carefully moves your laptop to the coffee table before lowering himself, one knee on the cushion beside you, caging you in. He leans down, his hand cupping your face gently.Â
âNow, promise me to be a good girl and do your work later,â he murmurs right before his lips find yours.
(You do your work, but not without your cheeks burning from recalling the heated kisses and promises of what's to come after you finish it.)
âË⥠â.Ë âčâ⥠â
Notes: howdy dear reader life is catching up and im so glad this is finally posted!!! Lmk what yall thought about this!!! Once again, if youve gotten this far, thank you for reading <33 Comments + Reblogs always appreciated
It's not because you dislike his bionic arm. In the daytime, you like to hold him there and press kisses all over the skin that can't feelâjust to show him that he hasn't changed in your eyes. But at night, you make sure to sleep on his left side.
Caleb is usually loud, always talking and laughing when he's in your presence. When he falls asleep, your skin prickles with unease.
You like to see him relaxed and at peace, but sometimes you swear he looks a little bit too peaceful. Like all he's missing is a tux and bouquet to complete the unsettling image of a too-silent Caleb you never got to bury a year ago.
Though you're no stranger to silenceâespecially the kind that followed like a heavy fog no matter how you tried to distract yourself from itâyou can't handle it now. Not after he came back from the dead.
Perhaps it's silly, but paranoia eats at you when his breathing evens out to a point you can only strain to hear. You need a sign that he's still alive when he goes quiet and drifts off.
So you stay on his left, curling your fingers around his inner wrist and brushing absentminded circles over the prominent vein there.
Tonight, you get lost in the feeling of him, your other hand landing on his cheek in a soft caress. His skin is warm, and for some reason you weren't expecting the heat.
His pulse kicks faster under your fingertips along his wrist. The spike makes something in your chest loosen. It's okay. He's still here.
You pull his hand off the bed and press your lips to his pulse pointâjust a whisper of a kissâsoft enough that you think it wonât wake him.
A quiet gasp interrupts the stillness. Moonlight catches on the flutter of his dark lashes before he meets your somber gaze.
âSorry. Thought you were asleep,â you murmur. A smile tugs at your lips now that you've been pulled from that weird residual grief you're still learning how to get over.
âI was trying,â he teases. He's still playful, even when you're sure he can see something is bothering you. âBut itâs hard when youâreâŠâ
He doesnât finish that thought. He changes the subject too fast, like he always does, putting the spotlight back on you.
âPips," he whispers, "what was that kiss for?"
Your stomach flutters at how breathless he sounds. Did your touch really affect him that easily?
For a second, you wonder just how much you should reveal. With a hum, you softly reply, "It was a 'thank you.'"
He frowns, like heâs about to ask what for. You decide to save him the trouble.
âFor coming back to me.â
That's all you need to say.
His fingers intertwine with yours, forcing you to move on from his fluttering heartbeat and allow him to squeeze your hand reassuringly instead. His lips meet your knuckles, mirroring the same softness of your earlier kiss to his wrist. All the while, his careful gaze never leaves your face.
When he finally parts, he promises, "I always will."
â why do young people go to college? to party and fuck, obviously. at least thatâs your holy gospel. alcohol tastes better than regrets and dicks are easier than exams. the âsluthouseâ group chat is on fire 24/7, girls keeping track of hookups like fantasy football stats. everyoneâs on a mission to score points for banging specific types. but the crown jewel? a 5000-point prize for whoever deflowers the campus nerd: zayne.
he's not just any nerdâheâs built like a greek god in bad jeans, with a mind sharp enough to tear through astrophysics but a mouth that rarely says a word outside equations.
he rejects advances like heâs dodging viruses. a challenge? absolutely. a risk? maybe.
a guaranteed win? if you play it right.
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EP 001 ⥠WRONG EQUATION, RIGHT CURVES
nerd!zayne is the kind of man who breathes physics and exhales rejection. heâs buttoned-up, glasses low on his nose, and looks at your cleavage like itâs an unsolvable math problem. you try once. twice. thrice. he dodges like youâre contagious.
âi donât associate with distractions,â he says, adjusting his specs, eyes glued to his notes. nerd!zayne studies under the tree at exactly 4PM. drinks sugary matcha lattes. goes to tutoring sessions he could teach better himself. and he doesnât party.
cue Sylusâyour on-and-off fuckbuddy and the campusâs chaos dealer. heâs the reason zayne even shows up at the party. two shots later and nerd!zayne is on the dancefloor like he just discovered gravity doesn't apply to his hips. heâs flustered, swaying, stuttering.
you pull him into the bathroom.
EP 002 ⥠GLORY HOLE
the rumorâs been going around for monthsâsomewhere near the men's restroom in the bio building, there's a glory hole. a stress-relief station. anonymous, filthy, and legendary.
nerd!zayne isn't the type to give in to base desires... right?
but the humiliation of what happened in the bathroom has stuck with him. heâs not sleeping. heâs frustrated. and one day, against all logical processes, he finds himself walking toward that very wall. he doesnât know the girl on the other side is you. you and the sluthouse girls take turns there, finding easier targets and racking up points.
but when itâs zayneâs turn, heâs shy, unsure. his hips twitch as your tongue starts working, and the moment he moansâit clicks. you know that sound. he begs under his breath, one hand fisting the wall. heâs trying so hard to keep it together.
you make sure he doesnât.
EP 003 ⥠NERD PROJECT
the gods have a sense of humor. or maybe itâs karma. youâre paired up with zayne for the biggest group project of the semester.
nerd!zayne looks at you like youâre the apocalypse in fishnets. first day of research? heâs speedwalking down the hall, trying to escape. but the professor wonât let him switch. he ends up working with you in the library, sitting two meters away, flinching when you lean forward to show your notes (or your cleavage).
youâre relentless. you're touchy, suggestive, teasingâbecause 5000 points is 5000 points. but zayne breaks first. he kisses you like heâs trying to shut you up and bends you over between rows of unread textbooks.
nerd!zayne fucks like he calculatesâhard, precise, and deeply focused.
you expected virgin fumbling. instead, youâre clawing at the bookshelves as he fucks you dumb. he doesn't just take youâhe studies you. and he makes damn sure you never underestimate nerds again.
EP 004 ⥠BAD TIMING
nerd!zayne is addicted now. every free moment, youâre sneaking into his dorm, getting railed on equations and chemistry homework. this time, it's his bedâyour legs over his shoulders, your moans bouncing off the walls.
but in your fog of lust, neither of you remembers one crucial detail: his roommate, Greyson.
the door creaks open mid-thrust. cue traumatized Greyson standing there, mouth agape, holding a plastic bag of noodles and witnessing you bounce on his best friendâs cock like itâs your job.
you freeze. zayneâs sweating and panting. Greyson is blinking like heâs buffering. you offer him to join. he doesnât say no.
EP 005 ⥠RECALCULATING DESIRE
the nerd wants moreâand he's starting to act like it.
nerd!zayne starts showing up outside your classes, waiting around awkwardly like he accidentally ended up there. heâs not even trying to deny it anymore. he needs youâphysicallyâbut now something else is burning in his brain. itâs not just lust, itâs obsession. heâs studying you like a subject: what makes you tick, what makes you moan, what makes you beg.
you call it cock-drunk behavior. but zayne? he's recalculating. and this time, youâre the one getting overwhelmed when he ties you up with his physics lab cords and whispers formulas against your neck while making you cum over and over.
the nerdâs evolvingâand itâs scary hot.
EP 006 ⥠DATA LEAK
someone from the âsluthouseâ gc leaks the scoreboardâand your name is next to zayneâs. drama explodes.
everyone knows youâve been fucking the nerdâand worse, they know you havenât gotten your 5000 points yet. zayne sees the leaked messages. sees how the whole thing started as a game. and for a moment, you think itâs over.
but nerd!zayne just smiles, slowly, darkly. âif iâm worth that many points, maybe i should make you work harder.â
and now, heâs turning the tables. he's not letting you leave his dorm without earning every bit of that 5000. a punishment scene followsâspanking, orgasm denial, sensory overload, and a whole lot of moaning his name like you forgot who started this game in the first place.
EP 007 ⥠NERD RAGE
zayne finds you with sylus again, and this time, he doesnât take it lightly. maybe it wasnât anything serious, but seeing you laughing on sylusâs lap lights a fire inside zayne.
heâs not a possessive guy by natureâbut heâs been rewired now. he grabs you when no one's looking, dragging you into the nearest classroom, shoving your panties aside and fucking you like he's angry at you and for you.
âyou wanna act like a slut? fine. but youâre my slut now.â
he marks youâphysically. leaves handprints on your thighs, bites on your shoulders, hickeys on your chest. zayne doesnât want to be a one-time challenge anymore. he wants ownership.
EP 008 ⥠GROUP CHAT LOCKDOWN
the sluthouse girls are freaking outâzayneâs turned the entire game upside down. the girls in the gc are panicking because youâre off the grid. your name hasnât updated. thereâs a rumor youâre dating him now.
but truth? nerd!zayne has literally hacked your devices, cut you off from the chat, and is keeping you all to himself. itâs a forced little âvacationââyou, locked up in his room over the weekend.
he brings you food, water, and dick. over and over. you stop thinking about points, parties, or anyone else.
heâs overstimulating you like heâs trying to erase the memory of everyone who came before him. and itâs working.
