Angst Warning - So my current rough VERY HIGH LEVEL analysis of the new Caleb myth. I'm also not knowledgeable in the topic other than the last hour of googling.
Buddhism Motifs in Chinese Mythology - Soup to forget your memories, attachment, and sin. The bridge is the final gateway during reincarnation.
6 Realms of Existence - Preta or in this case, the netherworld. One being filled with Hungry Ghosts which MC is shown to be hungry and have ghosts torment her.
Buddhism - One of the goals of Buddhism is to have no attachments. Attachments are the cause of suffering, but Caleb and MC getting married basically say that they would rather suffer over and over again through each cycle rather than be apart.
In the end they must separate for some reason, rather it's forced or in order to break the cycle, they end up getting separated
I'm making the assumption that this is the first myth in the timeline and it sets up the story for why they will continue to have a tragic love story. They cannot break out of their cycle and reach "nirvana" because of their attachment to one another.
Reoccurring motifs between Caleb's myths are that they come from the same source but their purpose ends up being different (the destroyer vs the emergency shutdown). And that two people can love each other but not stay with one another. Colonel Caleb is a reflection of that when he expected to never see MC ever again and let her believe that he died to keep her safe. One could argue X-02 got the best ending because they both died together. Even then, they spent most of their life apart and were only together while escaping and being hunted.
Their story will always be a tragedy but the beauty is in their struggle to continue finding each other in every lifetime and fighting to be with one another every time.
I've been saying that I want Caleb's Myth to be a normal guy. Where MC is a god while he's just a human who dares to fall in love with her and dies while she lives. I hope this new event is alluding to that!!!
Isekai MC where she actually dies during the explosion but the player gets transported into her body. When she meets Caleb again, she knows his route and tries pretending to be MC. Caleb goes along with it trying to figure out what actually happened and ends up falling in love with Y/N.
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What happens when you actually tap out with your safe word?
Caleb goes into aftercare mode. Sweet doting reassurances and care. Extreme gentleness to accommodate his previous roughness. Petnames included. Barely proofread.
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Your throat is raw, every sound breaking into sobs and moans as Caleb drives into you with ruthless precision. Your body is a trembling, overstimulated mess, every nerve singing with fire. You try to hold on, to cling to the haze of bliss and punishment heās wrapped you in. But you're so spent, your body is beyond tired, and itās too much for you. Your chest heaves, your throat catches, and the word slips out, soft but urgent, coated in desperation.
āApple.ā
The air shifts instantly. Caleb stills mid-thrust, buried deep inside you, but no longer moving. The sharp edge in his eyes melts away the moment he hears it, replaced with something tender, protective. His chest heaves as he wrestles back the wild hunger driving him, a master of control, his jaw flexing before he presses a gentle kiss against your damp shoulder.
āApple,ā he repeats softly, grounding both of you in the word. His tone is calm, steady, doting. āOkay, baby. I hear you. Iāve got you.ā
Slowly, carefully, he eases out of you, one hand on your hip as if afraid youāll topple over without him holding you steady. You probably would.
You collapse against the sheets with a whimper, every muscle too weak to hold you up anymore, and immediately his arms are around you. He pulls you back against his chest, cocooning you in warmth, in the safety of his strong biceps.
āShhā¦ thatās it, sweetheart. Itās over. No more,ā he murmurs into your hair, rocking you gently as though soothing a child from a nightmare. His lips brush over your temple, your cheek, damp strands of hair clinging to your flushed face as he peppers you with kisses.
Your body trembles, the aftershocks of too many orgasms rippling through you, but Caleb strokes slow, calming circles into your sides, coaxing you back into yourself.
āYou did so good for me. So fucking good. Iām so proud of you,ā he whispers, each word threaded with reverence.
When your shaky breaths hitch, he tilts your chin up with the softest touch, wiping the drool and tears from your mouth and cheeks with his thumbs. His gaze is nothing but love, nothing but adoration.
āLook at me, beautiful. Breathe with me, yeah? Just like this.ā He inhales slowly, deeply, holding you close so you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back. You follow, ragged at first, but his steady rhythm guides you until your own breathing evens out.
Caleb shifts you onto your side, curling his body around yours like a shield. He reaches down for the blanket and drapes it over your shivering frame, tucking it around you with meticulous care. His hands linger, rubbing warmth back into your thighs and calves, smoothing over every quivering muscle as if to erase the ache he left behind.
āDo you need water, pips?ā he asks softly, kissing the back of your neck.
āOr something sweet? Iāll get you anything you want. Just tell me. Don't hate me, I promise, I don't mean to hurt you, I'm not upset, you did so well.ā
Your lips part, a broken little sound of exhaustion slipping free.
āLove you, Caleb, no hate.ā His face breaks into a smile, and he doesnāt press you for any more words. He already knows.
He tightens his hold around you, murmuring, āItās okay. Iāve got you. Donāt moveāIāll take care of everything. Thank you.ā
True to his promise, he slips away only long enough to grab a bottle of water and a cool, damp cloth. He returns quickly, like he canāt bear to be away from you, and coaxes you to sip while his other hand wipes the sweat from your forehead, your chest, the sticky mess between your thighs. His movements are slow and purposeful.
When you slump back against him, too tired to do more, he gathers you into his arms again, pressing your head to his chest. His heartbeat is steady, strong, a lullaby beneath your ear.
āYouāre safe now. Always safe with me,ā he whispers, stroking your hair until the strands untangle beneath his fingers. He hums softly, a low soothing sound, kissing your crown as you drift.
Every now and then, he reminds you in hushed tones of how much he cares.
āI love you. Iām so proud of you. Thank you for trusting me. You learn so well, you make me feel so lucky.ā
Each affirmation melts into your bones, a blanket warmer than the one covering your body.
As your lashes flutter closed and exhaustion finally pulls you under, Caleb stays awake, holding you close, still murmuring his soft reassurances into the quiet of the room. Protective. Loving. Patient.
And when sleep takes you, itās with the certainty that he will still be there, watching over you, the next time you open your eyes.
āāāāā
Morning comes softly, sunlight spilling pale and golden across the sheets. Your body stirs, but the ache in your muscles is immediate. It's dull and deep, a reminder of just how far youād been pushed, how much you took.
For a moment you tense, unsure, until you feel the familiar weight of Calebās arm draped over your waist, the warmth of his chest pressed to your back. Heās awake, you realize, the steady brush of his thumb over your hip bone proof that heās been watching for any sign of discomfort.
āEasy, pips,ā his voice is low, still rough with sleep but tender. He presses a kiss into your hair before you can even think of shifting.
āDonāt move too fast. Your bodyās had a hell of a night.ā
You relax back against him, your muscles too sore to do much else, and he chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your shoulder.
āYeah, thatās what I thought,ā he teases gently, but he isn't smug or too unkindāhis voice holds only total unfiltered affection. His fingers trace soothing patterns along your arm, grounding you in the slow, soft rhythm of his touch.
āStay here,ā he whispers after a moment, easing himself carefully out of the bed without disturbing you.
The absence of his warmth makes you whimper faintly, but heās back soon enough, after fifteen or so minutes, setting a tray down on the nightstand. When he settles beside you again, he helps you sit up against the pillows, lifting you with a tenderness that makes your chest ache.
The tray is simple but thoughtful: a glass of water, orange juice, pain medicine, fruit, and toast cut neatly into small halves with no crusts.
āSomething light,ā Caleb explains, placing the water into your hands first.
āYou need fluids. And sugar. Donāt argue, just sip for me.ā
He watches carefully as you drink, brushing a strand of hair away from your damp forehead, then easing the glass from your fingers when youāre done. Every motion is deliberate, patient, as though youāre fragile porcelain heās determined not to crack.
āHowās your body?ā he asks, his gaze never leaving your face.
āSore? Cramping? Tell me everything.ā
You murmur a weak, āSore. Everywhere,ā and he smiles, kissing your temple, then the bridge of your nose.
āGood. That means I didnāt imagine how incredible you were last night.ā His words are soft, wrapped in unbridled joy and appreciation.
With steady care, his hands are already moving, reaching into the drawer for a bottle of lotion. He rubs it between his palms to warm it, then begins to massage your thighs, your calves, slow and steady. The ache eases little by little under his careful attention.
When you wince, he immediately softens his touch, murmuring, āShh, Iāve got you. Just tell me where itās too much. Iāll be gentle.ā
The care stretches throughout the morning. He insists you stay in bed, fetching you ibuprofen when he notices the strain around your eyes, drawing the curtains to keep the room dim and restful. He changes the sheets while you lie curled in the blankets, making sure everything feels clean and fresh, then tucks you back in like itās the most natural thing in the world.
Every so often, he leans down to kiss you. Your forehead, your neck, your cheek, and your lips if you tilt your head to meet him. Theyāre slow kisses, grounding ones, nothing like the desperate, disciplinary claims of the night before.
āIām proud of you,ā he tells you quietly, brushing his thumb across your jaw.
āFor using your word. For knowing your limit. Thatās everything to me, pips. You are so good, so perfect.ā
By midday, heās coaxed you into a warm bath, carrying you when your legs shake too much to walk. He lowers you into the water as though you might break, then kneels beside the tub with a soft towel draped over his arm, content just to watch over you while the heat soothes your aching muscles. He washes your hair for you, careful fingers massaging your scalp until you hum softly in contentment.
āAh~ You're the best, Caleb. Thank you.ā
āMm, I know, baby.ā
āāāāā
The rest of the day is spent in quiet comfort.
Caleb wrapping you in one of his shirts, carrying you back to bed, putting on a movie you barely pay attention to because you keep dozing against his chest. Each time you stir, heās there, rubbing circles into your back, whispering reassurances you donāt even need to hear to believe.
And every moment, he treats you like something precious. To him, that trust you gave him is worth more than anything.
By nightfall, as he tucks you against his chest again and kisses the crown of your head, his voice is nothing but love.
āSleep, pipsqueak. Iāll take care of you tomorrow, too. For as long as you need. Always.ā
Your legs are shaking, spread wide as Caleb towers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, and heās watching you fall apart beneath him like itās the most beautiful thing heās ever seen.
āYou feel that?ā he pants, voice low and ragged, hips grinding down at a different angleāone that makes your vision blur. āRight there. That little spongy spot inside you? Thatās your G-spot, sweetheart.ā
Youāre sobbing already, incoherent. You canāt even answerāonly whimper as your nails claw uselessly at his back, thighs twitching around his waist.
He smirks.
āOh, you like that, donāt you?ā
He thrusts again, slow and deep, hitting the spot that makes your whole body jerk. His cock grinds against it, fat and thick and so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
Then he does it again. And again.
And again.
You scream, hands flying to his biceps, clutching for something solidāanything to ground you while he wrecks you completely.
āThatās it,ā he breathes. āCome on, cum on it for me. I want to feel you gush all over my cock.ā
He activates his Evol.
The air shiftsāyour body pinned hard into the mattress like gravity just quadrupled, trapping you there, helpless and spread beneath him. The pressure makes everything worseāevery thrust hits harder, deeper, sharper.
Youāre sobbing now.
āCalebā! I-I canātāā
āYes, you can,ā he growls. One hand wraps lightly around your throat, not tight, just enough. āYouāre gonna take it like a good girl. Gonna cum for me right on my cock, arenāt you?ā
His other hand sneaks between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in messy, ruthless circles.
You shatter.
You cum so hard you scream, eyes rolling back, slick gushing around him as you tremble uncontrollably. He doesnāt stopākeeps slamming into you, watching your tears streak down your cheeks with a satisfied hiss.
āFuckāthere it isālook at youāā Caleb bites down on your shoulder, groaning into your skin. āMilking my cock like you were made for it. Fuck, Iām gonna cum inside youāfill you up until youāre leaking down your thighs.ā
One last thrust. Deep, brutal, and so perfectly angled.
He cums, hips grinding hard against you as he shoots deep inside, thick warmth coating your insides. You can barely breathe, sobbing his name, your body limp beneath him.
And stillāhe doesnāt move. Doesnāt pull out.
āYouāre not done,ā he murmurs, almost sweetly, brushing his lips over your temple. āIām not done.ā
You whimper, already overstimulated.
And Caleb just smirks again, hips pulling back.
āLetās see how many times I can make you squirt on my cock.ā
you want to blame it on him, say itās his fault and swear that he does it on purpose. but you know heās not. he canāt help it that heās so deliciously hung.
somehow he manages to tuck it into his pants in just the right way that leaves you wondering, but behind closed doors when the day is said and done itās like he sets it loose. he walks around in his boxers or a baggy pair of pj pants, ones that barely contain the sizable bulge that tents under his waistband.
heās not trying to seduce you but it works all the same.
you almost feel bad when he catches you ogling him. those pretty purple puppy dog eyes gaze down at you with a sinful innocence that makes you huff.
itās thick and heavy. so so heavy it makes you drool just thinking about the feeling of it in your hands. it stands tall and proud and so pathetically hard for you. itās pretty. so pretty in the way it seems to challenge you when it twitches and bobs for your attention.
he knows itās big but he doesnāt know itās big. heās just been hauling it around with him all this time not knowing how full itād make you. how you cry and push your palm against his abs as he humps in and out of you.
ātoo much too much!ā youād slur into the sheets and he wouldnāt know what to do. is his dick not supposed to be this big?? is he hurting you?? is it normal to feel every twitch and clench of your pussy from all sides like he is right now?? because itās making him lose his damn mind.
āare you okay? d-does it hurt?ā his voice is light but rough as if it was ripped from his diaphragm. the fingers that hold your waist tighten and dip into your skin as he forces himself to slow down.
you pant absentmindedly in response. your core burns violently in the best way possible. Caleb hits every spot all at once and each thrust stretches you out so good. his cock head kisses your g spot so firmly yet so tender, sending you spiraling into a filthy mess. heās not even going as hard as you told him to and youāre about to cum all over him anyway.
āpips.ā he calls. the bed dips beside your head as he leans over you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple and nuzzling into your cheek with his nose. your cunt hasnāt stopped trying to suck him in and he whines and whimpers into your neck in feeble resistance.
āiām here. justāCaleb, youāre so biggg.ā you drawl. āyou give it to me so good canāt take it.ā
he pulls away to look at you and his lips part to speak but the sexiest moan rips from his throat to interrupt him as you rut your hips back into him. his girthy length slides and catches on all the right ridges and you cry in ecstasy.
the coil in his abdomen suddenly snaps and heās pumping the fattest of loads right into your womb and you feel it in your throat, the addicting heat swirls in your stomach and the gift keeps giving. it starts to spurt and leak, leaving a milky ring around the base of him, some spilling out to stain the sheets. āiām sorry iām sorry iām sorryā his lips brush the shell of your ear as he chants and his chest presses into your back to anchor you.
all you can hear is the deafening squelching of his seed getting fucked into you and his pitchy wails of your name.
no wonder heās so big. heās just so full of creamy white love for you can you feel it? youāll take it all for him right? :(
caleb is such and eater. gosh. all you have to do is walk past him wearing his favorite pair of short short. if you can even call them thatā¦
the fabric is so thin, it stretches over your plump ass and ride up to expose the bottom portion of your cheeks.
heās basically salivating, his hands gripping the couch cushion while he tries to control himself. his eyes are glued you, watching you bounce around the kitchen, making yourself some lunch. you really donāt know what you do to him do you?
poor baby tries so hard to look away but he just canāt! not when his dick is already hard and throbbing. he really canāt help himself, youāre just too irresistible.
before you know it, heās picking you up, too impatient to go to your shared room so he just lays your back on the couch and hikes up your thighs.
he rests his head between your doughy thighs, taking a deep wiff of your sweet pussy and whines. heās so pathetic. the way he looks up at you, already drunk off your scent. a deep blush crawls up his neck and he swears youāre doing this on purpose! (you definitely are.)
āneed to taste youā he mumbles while quickly pulling off your shorts and panties with it. he moans when he sees the plump lips of your glistening pussy.
āfuck, such a pretty pussyā he whines, using his thumbs to spread your lips apart. you thread your fingers through his hair, moaning his name when he kisses your clit.
āmmmmā he moans, licking your pussy with fervor. you taste sooo good. his lips wrap around your now throbbing bud and youāre dripping wet from his ministrations.
your hips push off the couch to buck into his mouth making him suckle harder on your clit. his fingers keep your labia spread to give him more access to your bundle of nerves.
āplease caleb!ā you cry out, rolling your hips and throwing your head back. he alternates between sucking your bud and fully making out with your pussy, his tongue dipping into your tight hole to fuck you.
ātastes so sweet pip squeakā he mumbles between motions. your thighs are shaking, feeling your body hum with an impending orgasm.
āgonna cum!ā you hiccup and caleb sinks one thick finger into you. your eyes roll back, the stretch feels sooo good. you canāt stop yourself from gripping his hair tighter, pushing his face deeper into your cunt.
he loves ever moment of it. swears he could die happily if it meant suffocating from your heavenly pussy.
āplease please please please pleaseā youāre babbling out while heās pumping his finger in you, adding another one to stretch you further. his lips never leave your clit.
your body feels electric, can feel your orgasm on the tip of your fingers. the pleasure rushes through you like a warm tidal wave and you feel the cord in your tummy snap.
ācumminggggg!ā you scream, your body spasming from the overwhelming pleasure. you try to curl into yourself but caleb isnāt having that! he uses his large hand to press down on your tummy, while heās curling his fingers up into your sweet spot.
youāre whining and trying to push his head off but he grabs your wrists with one hand and sucks harder on your clit. your body shudders and you feel a rush of warmth pool between your legs. youāre squirting all over his face and heās drinking it all down.
āgood girlā he purrs
he laps up your nectar like the sweetest juice heās ever tasted. helping you come down from your high. when heās done he looks up at you with a wolffish grin.
ābest lunch everā he jokes and you roll your eyes.
(mdni 18+) How many times a week is it normal for a couple to do it? Well... You and Caleb are definitely above average.
1.2k. small hc about domestic life and boyfriend!caleb with a little bit of spicy hihi
Since you and Caleb started seeing each other officially, it was only natural that you spent more time in Skyhaven and he in Linkon. You both had such dense and strenuous routines that at any free moment you tried to be together and make the most of it. On a particular day during the first month of your relationship, you arrived at the Colonel's apartment and found some step stools placed at strategic spots in the apartment. They were large and discreet, one near the kitchen counter, another by the bathroom sink, another by the bookcase in the study and many others. The answer when you asked Caleb about it was simple: when he became a colonel and got the right to an apartment, the Fleet asked for his height to make the furniture as proportional and functional as possible for him. Now that you were spending more time there, he made sure to have those steps made at the right height for you, so that you could be as comfortable as possible. In fact, you always wondered why the sink seemed so high when you brushed your teeth, and how uncomfortable it was to cut things on the counter when you tried to cook something. Caleb was always so efficient and attentive, and you loved that about him.
A week after steps stools were added to the apartment, you were used to them. One day, while you were at the kitchen sink, peeling some apples for a quick snack, Caleb came in from a night mission.
"Hey! Want an apple?" You smiled when he hugged you from behind, sinking his face into the nape of your neck easily because of the extra height the step stool gave you.
"What a miracle to find you in the kitchen," he kissed your neck and held your hips, gluing you to him. You brought a piece of apple to his mouth over your shoulder and forced him to eat it, to shut him up. "Hmpf" He tried to speak and you turned around, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.
"How was it today?" You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"Boring. I just wanted to come home to you." He rubbed his cheek against yours, sighing. "Buuuut, I had time to think of something"
"Hm?" You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his face against yours.
"I was wondering if... You'd let me put my cock inside you without me having to ask or with any ceremony." He said in a careful voice. "Of course, if you don't want to at the moment, just tell me and I'll completely stop. I totally understand if you find it weird and don't want to do this and I pinky promise we never have to talk about it again and I'll never bring it up ev-ā
"I want it!ā you said and threw your head to one side. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wherever you want. No matter when you want. I trust you." You kissed one of his eyes. "And I love the idea of you fucking me without ceremony and at any time."
"God, you're going to drive me absolutely crazy. Thank you." He squeezed you in a tight hug.
Once the two of you had agreed on this, you initially thought you'd be having sex the way you always did, hard, deep, kinky, full of fluids, scratches and bites, or doing intense quickies several times a day. But no, it was simple and intimate, simply delicious. Caleb just wanted to be with you and inside you all the time.
Little by little, you realized how the stool he had ordered served more than one purpose. Sometimes you'd be doing your makeup for work, standing in front of the bathroom sink, and Caleb would simply approach you, asking about your plans for the day. As the ordinary words and dialog went on between the two of you, he would gently pull up your shirt, pull down your panties and put his cock inside you. It was addictive. The fucking step step not only gave you the perfect height for the furniture in the house, but also to leave your ass at the right height for Caleb to find himself in you without having to hold you down, sit or lie down. It was usually like this: his cock nestling into you with slow, intimate strokes, while you both carried on chatting about anything, just spending time together.
By then, you made a habit of walking around the house in your (his) large shirt and no panties, knowing that Caleb liked to be with you, inside you, whenever he could. Of course, you still had brutal sex like two animals frequently, but it seemed that Caleb's obsession and need for you - and you for him - was able to bring about the most painfully intimate, simple and tender sex of your lives. It was just so good to trust so deeply in someone and to want someone so badly that no words or timing were needed. At one moment it was a "Can I stay here with you, baby?" and the next you were reading your book, bent over the counter, while Caleb slid his cock up and down between your folds, stroking himself against your clit, praising you and your pretty pussy. He did it not only because he wanted it, but because he could.
Sometimes he wouldn't even come, or even move. If you were watching a movie, he would surely be inside you, both of you cuddled up, relaxing after an exhausting day, cockwarming.
In fact, you liked it so much that when he didn't take the initiative, you went after him. There were times when he was reading reports, sitting on the living room sofa or in the office armchair, and you would silently approach him, fiddling with your cell phone, sit on his thighs, and soon his cock was hard and hot under his pants. Within moments, you were slowly riding his throbbing cock, while he used his thumb to caress your clit, slowly, just like the rise and fall of your hips. If you got tired, you didn't have to get up. You just kept yourself there, hugging Caleb, with his hard cock throbbing inside you, filling you up completely.
One day, talking to Tara and Simone at the pub in Linkon, the topic came up: "How many times a week is it normal for a couple to have sex?", and the girls debated curiously.
"I don't know, three or two times a week? It depends on their schedule." Simone said, sipping her drink.
"Some couples do it every day! Can you imagine? Having sex every day?" Tara said, her eyes widening. " What about you and your boyfriend? How often do you do it?" She asked, curious.
And that made you wonder. There was the mind-blowing sex, the longing sex, the dirty sex, the rough sex, the slow sex, the sex when you were reading, the sex when he was reading, the sex when you were on your cell phones, the sex when talking about anything, the sex on the kitchen counter, the sex on the bathroom sink, the bath time sex, the movie time sex, the bed time sex, the sleep time sex, the wake up time sex, the boredom time sex, the play time sexā¦ And all you could do was blink, trying to calculate how many times a week Caleb and you had sex and it simply wasn't possible to count.
You laughed, sipped your drink and sighed.
"I don't know, I don't count." And it wasn't a lie.
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