You knew people in relationships would bring up the “would you still love me if” question more often than not… But nothing prepared you for what Caleb genuinely sought to know.
You knew people in relationships would bring up the “would you still love me if” question more often than not.
But nothing prepared you for what Caleb genuinely sought to know.
“Y/n?” His head was in your lap as you read Cards on the Table. You were in your room, back leaning against the bed’s headboard as the warm lights faintly illuminated the pages.
He gently moved the book out of your face with two fingers, looking up at you.
“Y/n, would you still love me if i was a squirrel?”
It sounded so earnest, but you couldn’t help the nose scrunch his question invoked.
You lightly tapped your book against his head. “Squirrels are cute. I like squirrels.”
But he still waited, eyes expectant.
“Yes, Caleb, i would still love you.”
He nuzzled his nose into your belly before looking up at you again only to find you had resumed reading.
“Hey,” he playfully protested, pulling your book aside once more.
“Would you still love me if i were six inches tall?” Again, he sounded genuinely curious like there existed a possibility for him to shrink into a six inch man.
“I would love you even if you were one inch tall.” You pulled his fringe back softly, revealing his forehead.
You planted a small kiss.
“Would you still love me if i started a cult?”
…
“A what…?”
“Uh…” you looked at him incredulously.
You caught a faint damn it under his breath. “I knew you’d stall on this one.”
“Would you still love me if i got banned from every IKEA in all countries?”
“Caleb, what the fuck?” You laughed, genuinely confused.
“Geez, y/n, you’re supposed to say “yes of course my dearest, most precious Caleb”, but you just can’t” he huffed. “You’re so conditional. So judgmental.”
“Would you love me-“
“There’s more???” You gawked at him. The questions weren’t ending.
“Hush.” He brought a finger to your lips.
“Would you still love me if I communicated exclusively through interpretive dance?”
“Yes, of course, my dearest, most precious Caleb”
He smiled in triumph.
“Would you still love me if i robbed a bank?”
“Hmm, it depends” you shrugged.
“Depends? On what?” He perked up.
“Whether you get caught or not.” You both broke into a fit of a laughter.
“Would you…” he squinted his eyes, and you could tell he was running out of ideas.
“Would you still love me if I got arrested for fighting the moon?”
abstract: being a new idol, you're not so keen on your lame best friend being your senior and "always being by your side". but when you happen to have a stalker, it seems he’s the only one you can go to…
cw: yandere! idol! caleb xia x idol! reader, 4.9k wc ; ddne + dark content (mentions of sasaengs, stalking + obsessive behavior, emotional manipulation); smut (praise, size kink, creampie); usage of “meimei/gege” platonically; plot hole but idk </3
aniyaps: this is my very first time ever writing yandere/dark content on my page, so pls lmk if you guys have any pointers :] (idk how i feel about this fic anyway :') but i love yan! caleb and wanted to try smt new since i don’t normally post stuff like this so im a little nervous!) #unedited
It started with simple little letters given to your management, and then you. Of course, maybe you should’ve ignored it at first. Perhaps then you could’ve had some peace of mind despite being the most popular member.
Maybe that’s why you began to get letters detailing creepily detailed parasocial behavior with you amongst the other thoughtful and not so thoughtful mail given to you by your managers. Maybe it was sent out of endearment? Maybe that’s why you feel like you’re being watched without you knowing.
“Awh, pipsqueak. What’s the matter?” You jumped, gasping loudly at the sudden intrusion of thoughts Caleb was responsible for.
You were getting ready for a music show and stepped out for a bit before returning back to your vanity, noting a foreign gift on top of a closed makeup palette.
A lip balm wrapped meticulously in fancy paper was on your table, a little note attached on the side asking you to ‘enjoy your restock’. Normally, you’d appreciate it—give it to a staff member to see if it’s okay to use, and then use it. But something felt off… Very off.
“Nothing… Just some crazy sasaeng I guess…” You whispered. Caleb went over to sit by the seat next to your vanity and eyed the supposed gift. It wasn’t just any. It was a special one from abroad; it had a similar gentle formula to one in your childhood. A distinct apple essence to it too… And it was here… on your table.
Caleb was your childhood friend and had been a huge part of your life for a long time. He’s the first person who has known of your aspirations to go into music and was also your senior in the industry. You remembered how he wanted to go into aviation, but got scouted for INFOLD to join their new boy group.
And of course he joined so he could earn money to take care of his “precious little meimei” (he knows how much that nickname irks you). Despite his protests against you being an idol—he still supported you. Somewhat… okay, he still isn’t very supportive, but as long as you’re happy… Right?
Albeit, still not very keen on your male fans. Or any fans for that matter. But maybe you were reading into it too much.
Caleb shot you that boyish smile he always sports and leaned on his wrist. “Don’t tell me you got your timbers shivered by some lip balm, meimei?”
You frowned. “It’s the one I always use… I’ve never shown the brand or anything… Not that I know of at least, I try to be careful.”
You felt Caleb’s arms wrap around you, your face suddenly meeting his hard chest and the smell of his cologne fill your nose.
“Shhh, N/N. Gege’ll protect you.” You frowned again, struggling to get out his hold.
“Shut up! So now you wanna be all clingy, huh? Y’know, as my senior, this would be quite controversial if Dispatch was made aware.” He snorted, patting your head. Caleb let go and then squished your cheeks.
“I guess so… But c’mon, pips. You got a music show soon and your group is already outside. Don’t stress—y’know you got me here.”
You smiled and nodded. You knew that Caleb wasn’t going to call you crazy and at least was going to take your concerns a bit more serious (albeit joking) and not make less of them like your members or management.
“Okay… I’ll see you later.” You went on ahead and performed with the rest of the group, where everything went surprisingly smooth. You won an award, did a little encore stage thing; everything went great.
“Hey… You dropped this.” As you were following your group, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Rafayel, another one of Caleb’s group mates. You were acquainted with all of his group mates through him, but never really got the chance to speak with them one on one other than Rafayel.
He was nice; he was the maknae of the group, and the most popular as a vocalist. You spoke with him occasionally whenever you run into each other in the lunchroom when Caleb is in dance practice. He was nice.
“Oh senior! Thank you very much.” He handed you the hair clip that had fallen and you smiled, turning to leave before he caught you by your arm.
“Uh…” Rafayel looked around, almost anxious and was going to speak before he looked almost concerned. “You looked really nice in your performance today. I can see why you’re considered the main rapper of the group—great breath control. And of course, you also just looked nice.”
Your face felt hot—you never imagined you’d be told something like that. Ever. Especially by someone in your best friend’s group—who at this point, were one of the top boy bands in the world. Rafayel probably had ten times the amount of followers you had on Instagram.
“Oh—! T-Thank you, senior. Your show today was great too; I can also see why you’re considered the visual of the group and a great vocalist. You killed that b-side—“
Then, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and Rafayel’s expression falter.
“What’s up?”
You frowned and swatted Caleb away. “I was talking to Rafayel; leave!”
“Can’t,” he mused. “We have to meet with our manager and I’m just here to let the maknae over here know.”
“Oh sure!” Rafayel walked past you and smiled one last time before walking away with Caleb. Rafayel was nice; he was the maknae of the group, and the most popular as a vocalist. You spoke with him occasionally whenever you run into each other in the lunchroom when Caleb is in dance practice. He was nice.
For the most part, everyone in your circle was nice. They were attentive, friendly—some of your group members even teased you like sisters, saying that Caleb was probably going to be in some dating rumors with you. And to be truthful, Caleb did mean a lot to you—in a sense that was stronger than being just friends.
Sure, he was your lame childhood best friend who liked to call himself ‘gege’ just to annoy you, but he was the only one who could understand and empathize with your feelings and your current dilemma.
Which is why you get comfortable enough to confide in him what was going on.
“N/N…why are you crying?” It was pathetic—really; how you were just there, bursting into tears the moment Caleb opened the door. It had been a few weeks after your second comeback showcase; management was talking about a potential tour; your relationship with your group members has become a bit shaky due to your paranoia. Over what? The letters—and they seemed to have gotten a bit worse.
Yeah, you can just ignore them. But you just couldn’t. What if they find out private information and threaten to leak it? What if they do something and at least hint in the letters? What if that’s going on? Then on top of that, Rafayel went on hiatus and all of a sudden—the only other person you speak to comfortably apart from your group mates—who weren’t very happy with you—left without a warning. You knew Caleb—due to his popularity—was getting ready for a solo project, but you just had to be selfish just this once.
“Come in, pips.” His voice was sincere; you couldn’t bear to look up at his expression—from your tears affecting your vision to your own feelings.
He sat beside you on his couch and he turned to you, grabbing a strand of your hair and sighing. “Talk to me, N/N. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“I’m… I’m just scared…”
“Of?”
You wiped your face and sniffed. “W-Well… I know it may not sound like such a huge thing but I got a l-letter…”
Caleb was listening intently, curling the strands of hair around his finger. “Mhm…what happened?”
“They were spewing some bullshit on how all the guys I interact are a piece of shit and how I’m going to get used by the company, and how my life is gonna—“
“Woah, pips. Slow down, okay?” He held your hands, all clammy and clinging onto his colder, more firm ones. “They said that?”
You nodded. “They basically said that my life is gonna get ruined... That I'm naive... Like Caleb, I just... I feel fucking insane. Like a goddamn psycho because yeah, I can avoid this. But this feels too close! Like—they know me! Call me crazy but I just— I don't know! Those lip balms—they're like the one's my gran's friend would make. It's just too specific and fuck!"
Then he continued playing with your hands and all of a sudden, you felt the air get heavy. Your breath hitched—did your tangent get too far?
"Maybe they do... It could be Rafayel for all you know."
"Don't joke like that, Caleb. He's nice..." Caleb pursed his lips and hummed.
“Do you remember… when I was on hiatus for a bit during your trainee days?” You nodded.
“A similar situation happened to me.”
You looked up and saw how his eyes were almost derived of that mischievous spark that was always there. Like he was serious.
“N-No…? That happened?!” Was he lying? No—your best friend would never lie to you. When the hell did that happen? To Caleb?!
“Mm…” he sighed, curling the strand on his index finger and humming a song you’d sing all the time. “I went on hiatus. Not for long, obviously. Like a month or so. But, you should consider it.”
Your eyes furrowed. “W-What..?” You knew what he was talking about; it was during your trainee days where he became more clingy and defensive on asking if you “were really, absolutely positively” sure that you wanted to be an idol.
“Go on hiatus. Just see how it is and then see if you want to return being an idol. Many have done it before you—don’t stress. Take a break from the work—the attention.”
For a moment, that sounded like a great idea—like you should follow what he says because who’s the older one? Who’s the more experienced one with a daesang? With being the face of global luxury brands.
“Right?” He continued. “Don’t you remember me telling you this?”
You felt dumb—like an idiot for not knowing that your best friend had a similar experience. “C-Caleb… I—“
“Pips… I know I told you at first that you should follow your dreams. That you can do whatever your heart wants. As your Caleb, you know I have to keep you—my N/N, safe.”
He paused, the hold on your hands becoming tighter as you felt his calloused hands rub on the soft skin of the back of your hand. “Y’know…that’s why I was with you—why I continue to be… Because Y/N; it’s you who brings me solace. The girl who brings me such comfort.”
You froze, watching how his expression shifted. No—it became something more sinister. His lips were curled into a smile and he kept staring at your eyes.
“Why would I ever let you go from me?”
“I told you, Y/N. That I’ll always be by your side. That’s a promise I’ll always keep—all for you.”
Maybe you were craving for some type of physical comfort, instead of solely just emotional. For you to feel on your fingertips and on your skin how serious he was… Just the way he was fucking looking at you—the tone he was pleading with you with, pleading with you to listento the gravity of his words.
That’s why you leaned forward fast, kissing him—tasting the same apple lip balm you always put on. You felt how his hands traveled all around your body—how they slid under your undershirt and how his soft, cold hands left goosebumps in wake of their touches on your skin.
His lips didn’t leave yours—not when you pulled back slightly for some air, your lips were still touching, along with your temples—pressed against each other’s.
“Let’s take this somewhere else… yeah? Lemme make you feel good…” He whispered, lifting you up by your hips and you latching yourself onto him.
Caleb was gentle—he always has been. Even when you’d cry during elementary school if you ruined your new set of pretty pencils or lost a cute hairclip, he’d always help you.
Caleb would always know what to do. Even now.
He laid you on the bed, towering you as he helped you slide off your top and exposing your breasts to the chilly air surrounding you.
“Such a pretty girl you are, N/N… Goddamn it…” He breathed out, hand placed on your shoulder and feeling your skin on his fingertips. Caleb leaned towards you, his lips on the curve of your neck and placing light kisses. Like as if you were some deity that would disappear if handled too rough.
“I’m gonna take off the rest.. Okay..?”
“It’s…my first time.” Jesus, if only you could permanently etch his expression in your brain… His eyes went dark again and his lips curved to a smile that was restrained from him biting his lower lip.
“Really? You sure you’re not lying to me?”
You huffed. “Yes! It’s embarrassing enough as it is—!” “Don’t say that.”
“Don’t feel that way,” he reiterated, taking off his own clothes and placing a knee between your legs to lean forward and kiss your hot and flushed cheek.
His hands began to roam again around your upper torso. “I’ll take care of you, ‘kay?” You felt his fingers slide off your pants and underwear in one go, and causing your legs to close; only for Caleb to place a hand on your knee.
“No. Don’t hide yourself from me, N/N. Don’t you dare.”
His thumb swiped across your sensitive cunt, smiling at how wet you were; he inserted a finger, then two and thrusted.
“Fuck, you’re tight…” He looked up at you, noting how you were biting your lower lip to quiet down.
“I’m going to go in, okay?” Then your eyes shot open—eyeing how Caleb stroked his cock slowly; how it was long and most likely would split you open.
“Be gentle…” He smiled. “You know I am… Only for you, N/N.”
“O-Oh okay—Oh fuuuuuck!” You shut your eyes closed, feeling the way Caleb filled you up slowly—his left hand pressing firm on your lower tummy and feeling pressure where his cock was inside you, his thumb circling your clit so good.
You could melt in his arms, with the way he just pressed his body against you—his muscular, lean frame against yours.
“Ohh, shit, you’re tight,” he huffed. “Like my cock that bad, huh? Pretty little pussy made jus’ for me…”
“S-Shut up—hahhh—s-so good…”
“C’mon, babe. You can take it, right?” Caleb held you tightly, speaking in such a tone that you can envision the cocky smile accompanying it.
“Such a tiny fucking pussy barely taking my cock… Fuck, that’s hot.”
He slammed you viciously on his cock, obscene squelches echoing in his spacious bedroom.
“Mhmm—f-fuck…” Your brows were pinched and your maw was slack, and you could feel Caleb’s eyes stare into you and your expression. Almost like he was reveling in this moment—like he was never going to experience this again.
“Shhh… you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m here, yeah?” He murmured so smoothly. His face was so every time he thrusted inside you; eyes shut, lips parted and cheeks flushed.
It felt so intimate.
“Such a pretty girl, with an even prettier pussy… All for me. All of this is all for me… My pretty girl,” he purred.
Your back arched against the soft duvet and he chuckled. “Attagirl—all mine…”
“You’re all mine right? Gonna have you all to myself… Right, baby?”
It was almost overbearing how much he kept talking and repeating himself, “mhmmm—hahhhh—! Yes!”
“Such a g-good girl, yeah? C’mon, lemme try something…” Then, before you knew it, he flipped you, and now you were on your tummy, with your ass up.
You looked at him—his violet eyes hooded and a satisfied smile on his face—not to mention the dark flush on his cheeks.
“Lemme try this, yeah? Please, I’ll beg.” You hummed, taking his cock—throbbing in your hand—and slowly arched against it. And fuck, that new position was killing you.
“Fuck—! Hahh—taking my cock so good, N/N.” You could feel how his cock was splitting you open from the back, and hear how higher Caleb’s voice became. How even he became incoherent.
“Only I can see you like this—no one else, jus’ me. Promise me that? Yeah?” Caleb was rambling, his the grip of his hands on your hips only tightening and becoming stronger while he just kept reiterating variations of how much he wants you and how tiny you were compared to him.
His large hands were kneading your skin on your hips while simultaneously pistoning in you like a man possessed. It was so vulgar and lascivious—making you forget what you were even on about—
“F-Fuck… ‘m gonna cum… Gonna take it, sweetheart? Yeah? C’mon, pretty girl… Gonna look so pretty with my cum all inside you—all full.” He was practically in heat, rutting into you and whimpering. Like this was the last time he would ever have.
Your legs latched onto his hips lazily and you arched your back again, incomprehensible moans and choked sobs slipping from your lips.
Caleb hissed through gritted teeth, the grip of his hand on your waist tightening while your pussy squeezed him so damn good.
“Mmm—oh my God…”
He pulled out of you, his cock glazed with your slick and his cum, and angled the phone to show your puffy cunt, oozing his load onto the sheets with your legs and breathing shaky.
“Damn… look at that…” he murmured, slapping his cock on your dripping cunt and smearing your cum on your labia.
“Mmm… so good…” “Yeah, pretty girl? Hm?”
You got adjusted, laying next to him while he just held you silently.
Maybe this was his plan all along—something he’s been planning. Because how else would you explain the multitude of receipts, shopping bags from brands of gifts you’ve received, and dead floral bouquets all over his apartment? It’s right in front of you—on his bedside and by the windowsill.
“And those bags over there..?”
But all Caleb wants to do is protect you from them… After all, he knows best. Right?
“Just a surprise for something...”
Silent... then—
“Are you lying to me?” His hold on you tightened—like he was afraid youd run away.
“A little lie never hurts; especially if it’s something good for someone you love.” He played with your hair then continued.
“Want help drafting your hiatus announcement?” You should trust this… trust him.
“Okay…”
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idk i wanted to experiment and like i srs don’t know how to feel… again i was just freeballing and writing..!.!.!.: idontlikethrendinhfuccjdjjdjdk
Being Colonel Konig's cute little secretary and wearing pretty, thin blouses to work during summer. Despite you having been hired to help him, you end up distracting him, and causing him a lot more problems instead. Because alongside making you look extremely cute and downright biteable, those chiffon dresses ends up accentuating your pebbled nipples - your bra doing absolutely nothing to hide 'em. The cold air blasting from the office AC keeping them perked up for a distractedly long time.
Konig slowly shifts his legs to hide his own 'perked' distraction, and tries hard to look you in the eye, and not at your tits, as you read out your report to him. He fails once again, and debates to himself whether he should curse or praise the godawful office AC.
"there's a guy in the walls" movies exist in a universe that I fucking WISH was real. imagine how easy it would be to install stuff in walls if the space behind a wall was not 3.5 inches/8.9 cm deep and I could get my whole self in there. of course that would mean a guy could get in there too, but what are the odds.
cw : (18+) noncon (zayne), babytrapping? (zayne), non-consensual breeding (zayne), mutilation (brief mention, no graphic details) (sylus), calebmc is also as crazy as caleb, blood (brief mention) (sylus), consensual stalking? (sylus), murder (sylus, grey mention in caleb), tracker (caleb), caleb’s og trope (mentioned of ‘big brother’), chained up (rafayel), face slapping (rafayel), manipulation (xavier), xavier beats up someone, they’re all pretty crazy, kinda ooc for everyone except for caleb and rafayel.
it’s hard to write sylus and zayne especially zayne since his yandere traits is very minimal in canon. sorry if there is any mischaracterisation! would love some appreciation!
xavier!
one would never expect xavier to be crazy. his calm demeanour and the way he cares for you make you think he’s safe. he would never restrict you from going out on your own, dressing up the way you like or pursuing the career that you want. you love how free you feel when you’re with him. so freeing that you don’t even realise how he’s shaping your surroundings.
xavier could never restrict you from making your own decisions. but one thing he couldn’t bear is letting you choose your circle. look, xavier doesn’t mind you having friends. he doesn’t want to be controlling and possessive to the point you can’t choose who you befriend. but sometimes it feels too much for him. why would you smile and be a sweetheart to the new neighbour? why would you want to hang out and have a girls’ night with your colleagues when he’s right there? why would you help and be all friendly with the new intern who obviously just wants your attention instead of actually learning?
even though he obviously doesn’t like it, he didn’t tell you directly to stop. no, he wouldn’t. wouldn’t it be better if he made those people stop talking to you instead?
you would notice how your new neighbour stopped offering you fresh bread every morning. when you saw him while taking out trash and were about to greet him, he would look you in disdain. “you could’ve just said it to me instead of trash talking about my pastries on your account.” looking at you with hatred, leaving you all confused.
similar thing happened with your colleagues. they stopped inviting you to their sleepovers and refused to have lunch with you. when you confronted them, they would look at you with disappointed faces. “don’t act like you don’t know anything.” once again, leaving you confused.
even the new intern didn’t ask you for help anymore. every time you found him needing help, he would dismiss you and leave. you did notice how scared he looks, and was that a bruise on his cheek?
one day, you couldn’t take it anymore and find xavier for comfort. “i didn’t know what i did wrong. they all just avoided me. im so confused, xavier.” you cried into his shoulder, gripping his arm in desperation. “i’m so sorry that happened to you, my star. they’re all awful and they don’t deserve you. it’s okay, you have me.” he pulled you into his embrace, caressing your back carefully. he pulled your face close, as his lips landed on yours for a gentle kiss. “Now they won’t bother you again,” he whispered, voice as soft as velvet.
you froze, before pulling away from him as a confused expression was plastered on your face. “…what? what do you mean, xavier?” even as he noticed your sudden confusion, he just smiled at you. “they’re gone from your life and now you have me, isn’t that good, my star?” you didn’t even have the chance to reply before he shut you down by kissing you. you tried to protest but he pinned you down to the couch, crushing you with his heavy weight. he felt a tear running down your cheek and he pulled away. “seems like your brain already put the pieces together,” he whispered. “xavier…” he gently wiped down your tears and smiled. “it’s okay, starlight. i would never hurt you.”
zayne!
zayne is normal. did you really think he would show or have any crazy traits? you’re crazy for even thinking about that.
the doctor did live a life that was not like any average human. he went to college at the age of fourteen and graduated with his phd at early twenties. well, that’s one of the things that isn’t normal about him.
he is normal about you too. when he had days off from the busy hospital, he would spend his days with you. taking you to dates, going to cafe he had always wanted to go, trying their sweet pastries and drinks together with him. oh, he likes the cafe’s chocolate cake the most. the sweetness is just at the right amount.
after going to cafe, he would take a walk in the park together with you. especially at dawn, where the sun was about to set, the sky giving a gradient colour of orange and blue calmed him down. it’s a bonus if the park is full of small animals like squirrels, bunnies or kittens. he is fond of them.
his eyes shine brighter when he sees couples with babies or toddlers with them. he is imagining a life where he he woke up to you by his side, smiling and getting ready to entertain your child. his and your child. your belly would be swollen when you’re entertaining your child just because he know he would knock you up again. he wants to see his house full of mini him and you running around the house.
the only problem is, you don’t like having sex with him unprotected. “we can’t risk it, zayne. and i’m not ready yet.” he would listen to you all the time, even though his dream is literally the opposite. he wants to knock you up, full of his child. he wants you to bear his kids, belly all swollen, a proof that his seed was planted inside you.
zayne is normal. but is he really normal for this? he suggested no condom for today’s session. you refused at first, saying it was risky but he promised you, sweetly, that he would pull out. he just wanna feel you skin to skin, is it too much to ask? you sighed, giving in into his desire. after all, you trust him.
you feel it, both of you are close to reaching the climax. his groans are getting louder and his thrust is getting faster. “z-zayne…! pull out…!” but he keeps his pace, not bothering to pull out. you whined, your hands weakly pushed his chest but the effort was useless. “zayne…! w-what are you doing…? p-pull- ahh-! pull out…!”
he took your hands and pinned it to the bed. you saw how your usual sweet boyfriend shifted to cold and distant. “take it… bear my kids. i want to see you all glowing from bearing my child… f-fuck..! i-i’m close…!”
your eyes are full with tears, sobbing as you laid there taking him. he groaned as his voice cracked as he finally came, his warm seed flooding your fertile womb. you whined as he slowly pulled out, his cum leaking out from your used hole. “you’re wasting my seed. we can’t let that happen. seems like i have to pump more in you then….”
rafayel!
it’s easy to forget how rafayel isn’t a human. the lemurian doesn’t have and share the same moral values as humans. his mind is twisted and fucked by the human’s logic. but to him, it was just his way of being devoted to you and keeping you safe from the sick world. the only thing that is saving him is his innocent and pretty face. and well maybe his bratty personality.
but don’t let that fool you. most of the time, that was an act rafayel put on to deceive you. if you truly believe rafayel is all just whiny, cute and pretty face, then he has succeeded in manipulating you.
of course you would never suspect a thing about your lemurian boyfriend. sure, the way he shows his love is quite different from the average human but you didn’t mind it. but it’s normal to him. of course wanting your partner to be with you all the time and joking to cage her up is fine, who wouldn’t do that? if you truly love someone, wouldn’t you want to keep them forever with you? that’s how rafayel genuinely feels.
but, as days passed, you feel something eerie when you’re with him. at first it was small, those jokes he made ‘i’m gonna lock you up, cutie.’ seemed unserious. you would laugh it off but he just stared at you, his eyes weirdly glow. it feels predatory. every time you wanna go out even to the grocery stores, he would insist on going with you. when you rejected him, he would pout at you. but you noticed the unsettling look he gave for a few seconds before putting on that pout. are you going insane? how could you feel this way towards your lover when all he did was being sweet and nice to you. you really tried hard to brush off the feelings.
well, maybe you shouldn’t. you didn’t know what you did to finally push him to this point. you were greeted with rafayel’s soft smile when you woke up that morning. you were about to move when you feel your legs are chained to the bed. “…what? rafayel…? what is this…?” you looked at him, confused. “hm? it’s nothing. you were going out too much these days without me. i figured i would keep you here.” he hummed, before his hand reaching out to caress your cheek.
“rafayel, don’t joke with me like this. open this shit up. i don’t have time for this-“ you were cut off with a slap on your face. you turned your head back to look at him, breath quivering. “don’t look at me like that, cutie. you brought this to yourself. you underestimate me too much. even now that i’ve got you all chained up. i really don’t like that.” he let out a sigh, his hand once again caressing your reddened cheek. “i don’t want to hurt you like this, but you make it so hard. you always trying to act like you’re sooo independent. but you didn’t realise how that messed me up.” his hand went down to caress your neckline, digging his nails into your skin suddenly which makes you whimpers in pain. “cute. so, i figured out to actually chained you down. i would feel better seeing you every second of the day on my bed. i wouldn’t have to worry about you leaving me either. and you get to spend every second with me. isn’t that fun, cutie?”
you still decided to protest, pulling your legs in hopes somehow the chain would come off. tears left your eyes as fear filled your mind. is this really your rafayel? seeing your helpless state, rafayel just chuckled softly, as if it was something amusing. “you’re so cute. it’s okay, cutie. you will get used to it. you have to, anyway.”
sylus!
it’s easy to judge the onychinus leader from the outside. sylus is all intimidating and possess a big threat in him. but deep down, he is just the biggest sweetheart when it comes to you. it’s like a switch has flipped, and were met with soft sylus. he’s always soft with you, to the point you feel, when is he ever not soft when it comes to you.
you noticed how his fierce crimson eyes would soften the moment he laid his eyes on you. he’s a just a big gentleman under that menacing leader of an illegal organisation. you don’t really think sylus is sick in the head. he never showed a moment where you would change your opinion about that.
well, maybe once when he got mephisto to follow you around. sylus couldn’t help but to install camera and microphone on mephisto so he could get to see and hear you every time. he’s obsessed with his wife, don’t blame him.
you called him out when you found out about it. but it didn’t bother you much since you know sylus is just being obsessed and you like to know about that.
you have a believe that sylus depends on you as his moral compass. he wouldn’t do something you don’t like if you asked him to. but sometimes, sylus truly has to take matters into his own hands.
he noticed how you looked unhappy than usual. when asked, you would brushed him off and give me a forced smile. so you wouldn’t tell him, huh. it’s okay, he has mephisto. he rewinded the recording from the start of your day today. an interaction between you and your colleagues caught his eye. ah, so that was it. your colleague had the audacity to comment on your appearance. his heart shattered when he saw how you were clearly holding your sadness, body shrinking as if to hide away from the world.
he is aware how you aren’t exactly secure with yourself. he hated how this happened to you. he is mad at you sometimes at how blind you are. how can you not see your own beauty. but that is something he will deal later. he will deal with that colleague first.
you were awakened from your sleep by the door shutting down. sylus entered the room, about to head to the bathroom. you noticed how his hands are covered in blood. “…sylus? where did you go? are you hurt?”
he stopped in his tracks and turned his head around. “it’s nothing to worry about, sweetie. it is not my blood, for your information.” he didn’t explain any further as he head toward the bathroom to wash off. he returned to you, fresh and clean. he slipped onto the bed, hugging your figure close to his.
“you killed people who were in your way again?” you turned to look at him, taking his face into your hands. “hm, sort of. they were indirectly making me unhappy.” sylus took the opportunity to kiss your palm. “nothing your pretty head has to worry about.” you just hummed and hugged him, truly believing he was dealing with people who was messing with him.
the next morning, your group chat with your colleagues was flooded with news. one of your colleagues was murdered last night. it was the same colleague who made fun of you yesterday. blood drained from your face as you see the photos that was sent, the victim lost body parts, the same body parts they mocked you for.
caleb!
caleb is your safe place. there is no other person you would rely on other than him. growing up with him has taught you to always have your trust in him. you both only have each other, it is only natural for you to choose him every time.
it is obvious caleb feels the same way. the same way you feel he is safe place, caleb feels that you’re his only safe place. he doesn’t have anyone else. you only have him too. it’s only natural that caleb grew to be a little protective.
there was one time in high school where you were bullied. you came home that day crying to caleb about it. caleb, being the big brother he is, reassured you. “it’s okay, pips. don’t cry. i will handle it for you.” you didn’t understand what he meant by that. but you know the bullying stopped after. it was weird how the bullies all went missing one by one. you always thought it was a coincidence. no way your big brother would do something bad to them? but somehow your little heart is glad it stopped. maybe a little grateful that they all finally disappeared.
caleb’s weird protectiveness somehow was imprinted into you too. seeing him again in skyhaven after his fake death was truly a moment of joy for you. you missed him, your older brother. how could he just fake his death and leave you mourning him? he was cruel for that, and you want to make sure he never leave again. so you did what you’ve always wanted, embedded a tracker in his necklace.
caleb knew about the it, of course. he is a colonel who did dirty work from time to time, it isn’t hard for him to know eventually that he was being tracked. caleb finds it cute that you can be a little protective over him. it’s only fair if he did the same, no?
unfortunately, you didn’t like it much after finding out. you hated that it took you a while to find out there was a tracker in your beaded bracelet he gave you. “what is this, caleb? mind explaining this to me?” you look irritated as you let out a sigh. “didn’t you do the same to me? what is this hypocrisy, pips?” he calmly took your hand and smiled. “wha- since when did you find out- nevertheless, i don’t like it when you do it to me. i only did it to you because i don’t want you leaving ever again.”
you huffed in annoyance as you try to pull your hand from him, but he gripped it even harder. his gaze darkened as he turned his head slightly. “so you can do that but i can’t? i’m not allowed to be scared of you leaving me? i’m not allowed to feel scared of dangers coming at you everyday?”
“you know that’s not what i meant-!” you hissed as his grip on you got even tighter. “then what did you mean? tell me, pips.” he pulled you close, the distance between you is small, you could feel his hot breath against your skin. you went silent, as you just stared back at his eyes. he let out a dry chuckle at your silence, caressing your cheek softly. “we’re really two sides of the same coin, aren’t we, pips?”
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Bet it feels good as fuckkk to rest your hand on the pommel of your sword when the newcomer steps a little too close to your lord who you’ve sworn to protect with your life
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