synopsis. caleb graduates from the academy, but when you unexpectedly tap him out, a tradition where loved ones step forward to formally release a pilot from their duty, he realizes no achievement compares to having you by his side. (based on this.)
word count. 1.1k
an. loved doing this for codghost so i might as well do it for this man. lets pretend they have the tradition in their universe. okay? okay.
caleb stood in the crowd, his posture rigid and form still with precision despite the celebration around him. cheers echoed through the room, but they sounded distant, muffled. he watched as pilots, one by one, were tapped out by their loved ones. parents embracing their children, lovers reuniting in tearful hugs.
his chest tightened as his eyes scanned the room. he was waiting for gran, the one person he knew would come. gran had always shown up, had always been his anchor. he learnt not to expect anything more, not to hope for anyone else.
but then, like a shift in the universe, caleb felt you before he saw you.
when you stepped into the room, it was as if the entire world faded away. time slowed, the noise dimmed, and the lights seemed to soften, catching on the edges of your features. you looked beautiful, achingly so. heartbreakingly out of reach. you weren’t supposed to be here, not after the fight, not after the cruel words you’d both thrown at each other before he left.
you moved toward him with purpose, cutting through the room like you were meant to be there all along.
caleb couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t think.
his hands trembled at his sides as he watched you close the distance between you. he could act all stoic, but his heart didn’t feel stoic enough to make him calm.
when you stopped in front of him, there were tears already brimming in your eyes. his carefully constructed control, unshakable during training, steadfast through every grueling challenge, began to crumble.
caleb had faced impossible physical challenges, the grueling expectations of training, and the endless psychological evaluations that pushed him to the edge. but none of those had broken him nearly like you did. you, standing here, looking at him like that.
you were his undoing.
you should be his first sign. the first sign that there was something wrong with him. because you were his obsession. the one he was slowly losing control over.
caleb was not allowed to fall in love with you.
he trembled as your fingers brushed against his, tapping him out of his frozen misery. the soft touch was meant to symbolize recognition, acknowledgment. but to caleb, it was so much more.
you were here. you were real.
there was no second-guessing, no hesitation. before he could stop himself, his arms were around you, pulling you into him with a force that left him breathless. a strangled sigh escaped his lips and found its home in the crook of your neck, right where your heart beats: friends, friends, friends.
he held you like a man drowning, and you were the only thing keeping him afloat. he felt the soft shake of your shoulders, the warmth of your tears against his neck, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
‘i didn’t think you’d come,’ he whispered, his voice low and raw, breaking under the weight of his emotions. you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. there was something in his gaze, but before you could respond, he spoke again, quieter this time, like a vow. ‘i’ll never let you go.’
the words made you shiver. they were so soft you almost didn’t catch them.
‘you can try,’ you joked, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to lighten the mood. a nervous laugh escaped as you gently pushed against his chest, pretending to escape his embrace. ‘you love me, i get it.’
but caleb didn’t loosen his hold. instead, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your temple. there was a quiet laugh, quiet and unsteady, before he murmured, ‘you have no idea, pipsqueak.’
his voice was filled with something raw, something deeper than you could fully understand. it wasn’t just love. it was obsession, devotion, a yearning that had no end.
you smelled like honey. like the same thing you’d been smelling your entire life that made you feel like home in a way that hotels and dorm beds could never manage.
he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, shining pin they’d given him for finishing aerospace academy. it gleamed in the light, a symbol of everything he’d fought to achieve. without a word, he placed it carefully in your palm.
your fingers brushed his as you took it, and the touch sent sparks up his arm. with careful, deliberate precision, you pinned it to his chest. caleb didn’t move, his gaze fixed on you, watching every motion, every soft touch of your fingers against his uniform.
‘they should give you a medal instead for doing so well,’ you teased softly, smiling up at him.
once the pin was secure, you smoothed down his uniform, your fingers lingering against the fabric. it was such a small gesture, but it felt so intimate that caleb’s breath hitched.
he tried his best not to be frantic, but it was almost impossible when he was overloaded with want, want, want, and with the feeling that this might not happen again, with the fear that if caleb thought about it too hard, he’d stop himself before he did too much.
he couldn’t stop himself any longer. leaning down, he kissed your cheek, his lips lingering on your skin. he didn’t move away immediately, letting the moment stretch as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of you.
he felt like a criminal on the run, but it was too good to withdraw from. so, he overdosed on unrequited love.
when he finally pulled back, there was a soft, almost shy smile on his lips. his voice was low, but full of meaning. ‘i already have my reward.’
you looked up at him, your cheeks warm, his cap still sitting crooked on your head. for a moment, neither of you spoke, and the weight of everything unsaid lingered between you.
and caleb, looking at you, standing there with your fingers still on his uniform, knew it was the absolute truth. you didn’t realize it, but you were the center of his universe. his greatest test, his deepest weakness, and the one thing he could never, ever let go of.
i’m a fool, he decided. damned in the bits of exhaustion at pulling and pushing at whatever’s left of trying.
the noise of the crowd finally broke through the haze, the sound of laughter and celebration pulling you both back to the present. caleb stepped back slightly, watching as you adjusted his cap, your smile soft but hesitant.
you didn’t have to know the struggle he’d endured to get here, the battles he’d fought within himself.
you were his obsession. his reason for everything. and he was losing control, but he didn’t care. because having you here, now, was all that mattered.
⁞ɞ⁞ tags & cw ⟶ 18+ NSFW, pathetic Caleb, also charming Caleb, shy!reader, first meeting & more, p in v, oral (fem receiving), creampie, some fluff too, exhibitionism (kinda)
⁞ɞ⁞ pairing ⟶ Busdriver!Caleb x fem!reader
⁞ɞ⁞ a/n ⟶ Don't even ask me where this idea came from... I spent my only 40 lunar emblems to buy this fucking hat for the pic (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Busdriver!Caleb who took the job purely out of boredom. He was done with college, and he didn't want to start working as a pilot right away. He also didn't want to stay home doing nothing, so this was the next best thing for him.
Busdriver!Caleb who freezes when he sees you walk past the bus doors. He's like a deer caught in headlights, staring as you go pick your seat. It takes him a beat to snap out of it and get back to his job, closing the doors and starting the bus again. After that, he can't seem to forget you.
Busdriver!Caleb who suddenly takes his job very seriously. He's looking forward to seeing you every single time, memorizing every stop you seem to get on and off at. He starts taking on night shifts too, just for the minimal chance to increase the times he sees you during his day. And it works. He starts seeing you more. But all he can do is flash you a smile when you walk by the driver's seat.
Busdriver!Caleb who nearly passes out when you actually address him. It takes him a moment to register your words. "Cute charm! I've got one too," you tell him, smiling shyly as you point at his apple charm. He figures it took you some courage to say that—he's never been more grateful to himself. He had bought this charm purely because he had seen it on you. He flashes you a grin, chuckling. "Thanks. Yours looks really good on you." Under his handsome, charming exterior, though, his heart is racing, and he hopes you don't notice the blush creeping up his neck and to his ears.
Busdriver!Caleb who's head over heels the more you two talk. After your first conversation, you gradually start to open up to him—saying hi every time you enter the bus and even engaging in small talk with him. He drinks up every detail of you like a man starved. The little things you let slip out even as you don't realize; what job you do, where you like to go... He's memorizing it all like a book.
Busdriver!Caleb who starts buying your favorite sweets right before going to work. You only mentioned them once, but he saw opportunity in that. He brings them to work every day, giving you a few every time he sees you. He thinks the way your face brightens up every time you see them is absolutely priceless. Though it's not long before it brightens up at the sight of his face instead. You immediately insist he shouldn't give you them, that they're expensive, but he just grins at you. "Nothing's too expensive if I get to see your pretty face light up like that." It's needless to say it makes your face flush, and his own heart races at that.
Busdriver!Caleb who takes his chances. Once, when you're talking, he chuckles as you lean over the bar next to the driver's seat. "I'd love to hear more about that. How about I give you my number?" It's casual, but he can see the way you're already shying away, thinking of how to reply as your brain registers what he just said. You're just too cute. You end up giving him your phone, and he promptly puts in his number when you reach the terminus. He saves himself as "pretty bus boy" with a grin.
Busdriver!Caleb who texts you every day on his break. He literally yearns for you day and night; whenever he's not seeing you, you're on his mind. He's so quick to plan dates, incessantly flirting with you in little ways. A hand on your hip, an arm around your waist, lips brushing against your ear—anything. Your reactions just spur him on. Even the way he greets you makes your knees buckle. "There's my pretty girl, had a good day?" or how he texts you, too: "Missing you so much, pips. Gonna come by or are you leaving your poor sad puppy alone?" You're not sure where he got the pips from, but you can't say you hate it.
Busdriver!Caleb who knows exactly what he's doing. "I'm pretty sure I need to take this bus to get some work done... Want me to give you a ride?" he asks, grinning. You're quick to say yes; I mean, a free bus ride? The bus just for the two of you? He didn't need to ask twice. Though you first made sure it was truly alright with him. He gives you a ride around all day, stopping at certain places—even though he shouldn't—to buy you food, charms, whatever you'd like.
Busdriver!Caleb who's now balls deep inside you. It's night, he parked somewhere desolate enough for you two to have privacy. He swears he's in heaven as your gummy walls clench around his cock. You're propped up in a seat, his hands gripping your thighs as he presses his lips against your temple and forehead. "Fuck—taking me so well, pips," he grunts, chuckling at your soft moans as you grip onto his shirt needily. "ts okay, I've got you baby. But you gotta keep it down, wouldn't want anyone walking in on you making a mess, hm?" His tone is both soothing and teasing as his hand comes down to rub circles on your clit. You didn't think he'd be this freaky—literally taking you on the job—but Caleb is done holding back. He's making a mess of you, the slick sounds of your coupling resounding in the bus. This place might be desolate enough, but the chance of someone finding you was still there. It turned Caleb on.
Busdriver!Caleb who's a pathetic mutt. He pistons his hips against you as he makes you cum, but he isn't done. He leans down to suck on your neck, earning another moan. "Mm—that's it, baby. Gonna let me cum inside? Let me fill you up?" He groans, holding you in place as he fucks you. The best part is—you're so far gone you agree. You moan for him, scratching at his back, and he loses it. He can't believe you'd let him do that. So he shoots his load inside you, deep in your womb as he peppers your face with kisses. "Fuck... I guess I can step up to the boyfriend role?" He chuckles at your flushed expression. He looks down at the mess you've made on the seat, your juices staining it—his cock twitches.
Busdriver!Caleb who after that really lets his freak out. He can't go on without tasting you or filling you for more than one day. He has you popping up during his breaks just to get a taste of your pussy. On his knees, slick dripping down his chin as he devours you entirely. "God—taste so good, pips—" he mumbles against your dripping folds. You're barely holding yourself up, tugging at his hair and holding onto his shoulders. He's moaning pathetically, face flushed as he sloppily sucks on your clit. "Love you so much, baby—ah—love this pretty pussy too, gonna make you cum on my tongue," and that he does. Your thighs tremble around his head as he drinks every single drop. He looks up at you, parting with your pussy with a messy kiss. He really is in heaven.
spiderman!caleb has been floating around in my mind for days… please humor me and picture it.
caleb had it all figured out. academically? he was at top of his class, the golden child of the honors program. socially? he was well known, well liked, and somehow not the total dirtbag that most college guys are.
life was simple. predictable. textbook. that was until three very inconvenient things happened.
number one: he was bit by a radioactive spider. great. suddenly, he has web-slinging powers, majorly heightened senses, and—thanks to a lingering case of static cling—his life has been turned upside down. (seriously, he’s somehow gotten stuck to his dorm room’s ceiling more times than he would like to admit.)
number two: he met you. the timing was impeccable, really. you were smart, competitive, and somehow—no matter what he did—always a step ahead. if he got a 97 in microbiology? you’d score a 98. if he grabbed a cookie from the dining hall? he’d see you with two on your plate. that was deliberate, he’s sure of it. and above all, you’re gunning for top spot in the class, just when he’s trying to juggle his new, freakish reality.
number three: the spider’s sense was created—an anonymous blog dedicated to every little thing spider-man does. caleb’s trying to lay low, but the blog is way too close for comfort.
his new mission? find out who’s behind the blog before they figure out he’s the one they’re writing about. but with you constantly one-upping him and him trying to keep up appearances, caleb might just be in way over his head.
a/n: so obviously i’ve thought about this way too much….. so hypothetically…….would anyone be interested in reading a spidercaleb fic series……. (edit: ok i’m going to post it, i can’t fight the urges.)
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also i got the concept of spidercaleb from paiya443 on x!
does it ever cross your mind that Caleb is definitely the type of person who would still find you when you want to disappear just so you wouldn't feel like the world is caving in on itself, and quietly ground you with his presence. he doesn't speak, he doesn't pry, just sits there quietly rearranging his books on the table as he sits at the opposite chair, letting you feel or think whatever it was bothering you but before it gets too much, he's already moving his chair beside yours and softly maneuvering your head to rest on his shoulder as his arms wrap around yours comfortingly. the moment he does, the tears you've been holding back suddenly bursts free like a damn, and you're burying your face to his neck as you try to muffle your cries. it breaks his heart every time it happens and crushes his soul that he can't do anything to fix it, but best believe he's already sworn to the skies that he'll never let you go through anything alone
and then he "dies" in the explosion and breaks his promise and has to live with the pain of knowing he did it "voluntarily"
tw: incest, manipulation, older brother caleb x younger sister reader
…older brother caleb guilting you into letting him touch you. if you love him, you’ll kiss him. It’s not bad, it’s how brothers and sisters show their affection. he plays with your nipples and tells you it’s fine, if it feels good then how bad can it be?
if you care about him, you’ll let him slide his hands into your pretty panties, won’t you? you’ll let his fingers rub against your throbbing clit until you’re soaking wet and needy. It’s fine, it’s normal.
“you wanna make gege happy don’t you, princess?” caleb whispers, pressing soft kisses along your neck as he taps his cock against your leaking cunt, making your legs twitch.
“gonna let me fuck you, yeah? It’ll feel so good. don’t you want that? don’t you wanna feel good?” and of course you do, why wouldn’t you want that? there’s a thousand and one reasons why you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t but you can help it.
your big brother just wants to make you feel good, who were you to deny him?
thirsts are open ! check here for the things I will/wont write ! <3
hii, i saw you were getting some nasty requests........
you've written about pegging w sylus, but what do u think about pegging w caleb?👀 he's huge and the cards show a pretty backside. i think if mc asks he would give it a try, at the end of the day, he wants to please his dear mc..
and he has those pleading eyes that would get all watery OH
idk if this is too much🫂 take care
Ohhh good lawd, I love the idea of pegging huge men. ICYMI, my Sylus pegging fic, everyone.
Caleb would agree because you seem into it but he doesn't expect to like it so much.
The first time he's penetrated, he's tense but then you angle the tip of that dildo and find his prostate. Hello. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head, the extreme pleasure creeping up into his belly and thighs as you thrust into his canal.
He can hear the squelch of the lube, and it's shameful and arousing at the same time. He would definitely get a little watery-eyed because it is an intense experience, he's never done this before, he's only orgasmed from masturbation, but his cock now pulses hotly, pleasure ripping through his veins as you stimulate him from so deep within.
He'll want your reassurance and you kiss his pathetic looking face, telling him how cute he is like this and that it's ok to cum because he deserves it. That soft reassurance, coupled with the nasty way you continue probing into his ass has him falling apart instantly, his hole tightly clenching the smooth silicone as he cums.
His cock shoots out spurts of cum as he orgasms, staining the sheets, and it feels like more keeps leaking from the tip as he rides out the final waves, thanks to you maneuvering the toy inside him to extract every last drop of his pleasure.
He's embarrassed when you pull out the toy and lube leaks from his gaping hole, but you just giggle and tell him to rest. He's earned it for being such a brave little puppy.
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soft dom caleb ! who loves prefers your pleasure over his own. call it whatever you want but caleb doesn't care. he'd knows you better than you know yourself — your legs wrapped around his waist as caleb feverish body into yours, a grunt comes up from within his chest caught off guard at your motives. the way your spine arches back like a bow into the arm of the couch.
'silly girl, you're this wet for little, ole me. ?"
its shameless on your account that you fold easily underneath his — those violet eyes never leaving yours. he's rather familiar on what make you tick, doesn't matter the sex position when he's an expert on these matters. one of caleb's favorites is mating press, or he's really in the mood for a grasp of control — doggy style. in the end your always frothing and dribbling pearly cum forming on the base of his cock.
