When you were kids, Fem!Caleb and you would always share clothes. If you liked a top of hers, she would insist that you should wear it and when you come home from a sleepover you’d find her wearing your hoodies. It just made sense that you shared your things. But as you get into high school, your styles stop aligning and you stop stealing her clothes. No matter how much she tries to offer you clothes or buying pieces she knows you’ll like, you don’t budge.
There is no greater tragedy in her high school years than you refusing to wear her clothes like you used to. Doesn’t let you know how badly she wants you too, instead drops subtle hints. Like if you say you’re cold, she already be peeling off her hoodie trying to offer it to you or mixing some of her laundry into yours in hopes you’ll mistake it for one of yours.
Though that didn’t stop her from borrowing your clothes. It didn’t matter if it was a pair of socks or a shirt. Hell, she’d try to borrow your bra and panties if you let her, doesn’t matter if they fit or not she will try. If it has your scent, she’s stealing it and wearing it around. Yes, even those cringy anime tees from middle school you only wear to bed.
“Jiejie, take it off!! You can’t wear that to school!”
“Relax, pipsqueak. All my other clothes were dirty.” Such a dirty little liar.
What grinds your gears is how amazing she looks in whatever she steals of yours. It doesn’t matter if you are smaller than her, your tiny shirts make the perfect baby tees on her, or bigger than her, your oversized shirts are perfectly baggy on her. If you didn’t live with her, you’d also agree with most everyone at school that she is a goddess. Instead of admitting how attractive she looks, you yell and tell her to stop touching your shit. Gran thinks she’s too old to deal with you and Caleb’s shenanigans so she tries her best to ignore it.
Before she leaves for the DAA, she swipes one of your shirts. An old, well worn shirt that she can put over her pillow case so you are always close. Every time she comes home, she makes sure to put it back and swiping another, needing to smell you when she goes to sleep as creepy as it sounds.
When Caleb decides to visit you in Linkon, she expected to find you in your pajamas already. What she doesn’t expect is for you to be using an old tee shirt of hers as your pajamas. And it seems to cause her brain to short circuit, stuck in your doorway holding bags of snacks for an impromptu sleepover with her eyes as wide as the moon. You have to push her inside to snap her out of it, not wanting your neighbors to see you pants-less like this.
She assumed that most of her stuff had burned up in the explosion, but she forgot about the clothes she had at the DAA. And you wear it when she’s not around, as a sort of comfort. You will send her to an early grave (for real this time), she fears.
Now, every time Caleb sleeps over, you find a new shirt laid on your bed with a cute note wishing you sweet dreams.
It only gets worse when you start dating. All of her clothes are now yours. There’s no escaping like you did in high school and college, you will wear her shirts for her. Wants you to model all her clothes so she can shower you in praise and take photos like you’re a model.
author's note: part two of my little mixtape series. these are all little blurbs. let’s all be more #yuripilled now. caleb & zayne is suggestive. let’s keep the pride #going. here’s my fav chappell roan songs + lads. reader is implied to have brown eyes — read as you see fit.
SYLUS - RED WINE SUPERNOVA. 🐦⬛
being sylus’ girlfriend was probably one of the best things to ever happen to you.
in the moment, it was scary. sylus was an intimidating woman when needed be. she had those deep ruby eyes and soft hair that made you absolutely melt.
"do you want to go out sometime?"
sylus had no intention of keeping you at first. you reminded her of somebody — something from a memory. a place she used to call home. her heart almost clawed her way out of her chest the first time that she saw you,
she needed you close until she could figure out why. (the fact that you were already so smitten for her was just a plus.)
you try to swallow the blush on your cheeks and you nod shyly. “i’d like that.”
the rest was history. sylus was everything you thought she wasn’t. she was a sweetheart. she spoke about music and vinyls. you could enjoy her presence while feeding the part of you that does enjoy her chaos. she was a dream.
"kitten, are you busy?” sylus asks. the sound of heels pressing on the tile and the lipstick you gave her on her lips. “what do you think?”
“of you missing your auction so i can inappropriately touch you?” you ask, too loosely; too boldly — it wasn’t uncomfortable. granted, sylus and you had been dating for almost nine months now. it was simply the boldness. you didn’t think. you couldn’t think.
her hair is pulled back; grey eye makeup and she’s absolutely gorgeous in the red suit. she’s always absolutely stunning— oh god, you said it out loud.
“oh my god— sy— i—”
she laughs. oh god, so heavenly. she’s taking two steps towards you and burying her face in the crook of your nose. she inhales the sweet perfume on your skin while calming her rapid heartbeat.
“i meant the blazer but i think you can help me change.”
XAVIER — AFTER MIDNIGHT ⭐️
xavi and you had gone out for drinks. it was a horrible mission. your sword had almost broke, xavier almost got hurt — there was a lot on the line. emotions ran high and both of you were excited to simply have a drink.
your elbow’s on the bar and your palm’s holding your cheek. you can’t help but stare at xavier. under the fluorescent lights she can’t stop talking and you’re absolutely smitten. both of you are two drunk to talk about anything serious right now… but it’s the eyes.
it’s your eyes.
big brown eyes, rounded; like a deer. innocent. holding out their heart and xavier felt like a wolf. she felt like she was circling around you with hunger— waiting for a chance to strike.
you had loved her as a man. she had loved you as a plant. would you love her as a woman?
but with your honest and drunk eyes, you spill every single thought. your cheeks are red and flushed — your hand trembles when you two touch. maybe you loved her more now. that excited her.
oh god, what a beautiful thing to love you.
you're staring at xavier, who can't stop talking. you find her truthfully charming. she’s absolutely beaming tonight. she was perfect. absolutely stunning. tara spoke about jenna but xavier was truly it for you.
you didn’t know what it was. maybe you liked the fact that she wasn’t an ideal hunter. maybe you liked the fact that she knew way too many things and slept half of the day. you liked how she knew where you where and hated when you were apart. you just liked her. fuck.
"i want to kiss you, xavier.” you blurt out. you’re biting the bullet. you might die of a wanderer attack tomorrow. you could die tomorrow because of some fucked up backstory from a lab you couldn’t remember. “i want to kiss you." you repeat again, "can i kiss you?"
why are you so hungry for her? why can’t you stop thinking about her? why do you wonder if the morning sun also rose to see her smile? god, why does every single thought revolve around her. you can’t stop thinking about her. you want her on your bed. you want her to tell you every single thought that ails her mind. you just want xavier—
sweet.
xavier’s lips taste of sugar.
CALEB — HOT TO GO (slightly suggestive.) 🍎
“you’re staring, pips.”
“don’t care.” you say, coming closer to your girlfriend. caleb had gotten a haircut and you were absolutely mesmerized with your girlfriend’s short hair. it didn’t help that she was absolutely jacked from all the training she did. your hands find themselves trailing under the fabric. “i like your shirt.”
“what’s wrong with you?” caleb teases, flicking your forehead and you’re pouting. your big eyes are enough to make her giggle and wrap her arms around you. a kiss pressed on the top of your head. “i know you like my shirt but you can’t get too handsy. i have to go get us food.”
“let me eat out—”
caleb laughs, “you’re acting worse than me today. what’s wrong with you? you know i’m your girlfriend, right? i’m going to be here tonight.”
you scrunch your nose. you don’t get why she’s acting so high morale today — she was the one that asked for pictures in the middle of the night and begged to bite your thighs in early mornings. what a (your) ridiculous woman.
"yeah, yeah, whatever, proper backstory... blah blah blah.” you hum. “now go! give me a kiss! get our takeout!”
“i’m going to the supermarket, baby.”
“oh.” you pout.
ZAYNE — PICTURE YOU ❄️ smut drabble.
“have you thought of me like this?”
there’s a thickness in the air. it’s the middle of the night and your weekly girls’ night has taken a heavy turn. the reality has cracked down on the both of you and you’re simply waiting on who breaks first. you pray it’s zayne — but you have no faith in yourself. you’ve never wanted anything as dearly — anything as desperate as you want your best friend.
the moonlight breaks through the window and you can see the delicacy of zayne’s skin. the black nightgown falls from her shoulders and there’s a bud of pink. you can’t help but dig your nails into your thighs. you have to wait.
have you thought about zayne? oh god, when have you not? at first, kissing your best friend was fine. but now you ache for her. you burn for her. and you want to do nothing more than drown in her. that’s what you want to do.
“would you hate me if i said yes?”
a whimper leaves zayne’s mouth and the self-restraint leaves your body. you can’t help but reach for her and you don’t need an answer. you know she wants this too.
zayne’s lips swell when you kiss them. it didn’t take long. her glasses are forgotten inbetween sheets and the nightgown is bundled around her waist. you’re hungry — you’re kissing her as your hand slips in between her legs.
"i've thought of you like this." you whisper and zayne’s head falls on your shoulder.
Fem!Caleb always kept her hair long. For almost as long as you had known her, it was always long and luscious . As if she was in a shampoo commercial levels of beautiful.
Everyone around you always made sure to bring up how gorgeous Caleb was. Walking down the hall, you’d occasionally hear girls talk about how jealous they were of Caleb’s hair. Hearing the ways boys whispered about her supermodel like hair during study hall. Every where she went, she turned heads.
None of that really mattered to Caleb. She thrives on your compliments growing up, so she takes extra care of it for you. There’s not greater joy for her than having you play with her hair and attempt to style it, even if it doesn’t come out as well as you would’ve liked she would wear it all around town. Her main priority will always be you and keeping you happy. Even making sure during her DAA days to keep it long and not use too much product to slick it back so it wouldn’t be damaged.
When in sixth grade, some kids stuck some gum in her hair and Gran told her they’d have to cut it shoulder length. It was like they told you they decided to destroy the moon with how much you cried and begged them not to touch her hair. It broke Caleb’s heart, so she made sure to promise never to cut it short ever again and she intended to keep that promise till she died.
And then she died. And things changed.
Everything changed.
So when you see the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, you don’t even recognize her immediately because of how short her hair is. Not until you are up close and personal with her in the interrogation room. Suddenly, you recognize her and your heart breaks at everything that they took from her.
It isn’t until you are back at her Skyhaven apartment that you get to see her new haircut. With the hat off, you can see how poorly cut and utterly unkept her new look truly is. It’s as if she makes her self look presentable and stops at that, not even having any self care routine like she used to. Caleb can’t even look at you as you observe her, but doesn’t move away either.
It takes weeks for you to gather the courage to try and play with her hair. It was almost like the old days, Caleb sat on your couch scrolling her phone while you watched tv, if not for how awkward things now felt between the two of you. Your hand reaches out, slow and cautious, her eyes immediately dart to it. Yet, she does not stop you. Instead her eyes widen as she watches you reach up to play with her short locks, her body instinctively relaxing into your touch. And for the first time in a year, things start to feel like they are looking up for both of you.
It isn’t forgiveness, but it’s a start.
authors note: I need both Caleb and Fem!Caleb so badly.
“and then, i went to the little trinket shop and i was trying to find mocha— you know, the one i was telling you about.” you’re rambling. it comes a point in the night where you can't stop rambling and everything is oh, so amusing. the words spew faster than your thoughts and you can't do anything but blame caleb.
she had a mission that involved being out of orbit for a few days and you were left with too many thoughts. you often told your girlfriend every single thought that graced your head. after all, she is your girlfriend. why wouldn't she hear you babble on?
and as odd as it may soon to some, caleb needed to hear all your thoughts. she was given the opportunity to be the solace of your thoughts and she wouldn't dare push that away. she loved it. she loved it more than anything.
however, she didn't enjoy missing you nor not knowing where you were. she'd grumble under her breath and tighten her gloves too many times. you loved her enough to make his soul never lonely because she saw that no matter the soul doubts in her head, you loved caleb.
more than anything.
she’s only been in the room for fifteen minutes, had barely changed and you had already crawling into her personal space. caleb can't help but stare as you talk. your legs over her own and she can't help the love that ooze from her eyes.
luxurious - fem!caleb x reader | ( 18+) smut drabble.
author's note: june and caleb's birthday? yeah, this was a given. i'm a few days late but! happy birthday to caleb and to those celebrating, have safe fun lol. reader is implied to be black and there's a strap somewhere. happy monday! <3 (i hope this makes sense, this gave me some trouble lol.)
sometimes caleb wonders if she likes skyhaven.
she comes to the deduction that she absolutely fucking hates it.
but the final opinion is that she absolutely loves when you come over to her side of the world. let it be skyhaven, let it be linkon, let it be anywhere
did she enjoy saying goodbye to you? absolutely not. caleb felt like her heart was being pressed when you were hurting. when you looked at her with your big brown eyes puddled with tears and your damp eyelashes.
yeah, she'd rather do a double mission than watch your lip quiver.
her opinion had changed drastically since the second you landed and sunk into her... you automatically shifted into comfort. you could let loose. your hypervigilence was there but you both knew that before anything could happen to you, caleb was there.
that's what she loved.
being reminded that you love her as much as she loves you. being reminded of how much you miss her. being reminded why she's even doing all of this. she loves you so greatly and she can only think of doing what she does, for a future where the both of you are happy. safe, more importantly.
caleb might not enjoy it by herself but the second you were alone with her and you shifted into comfort. it seemed like you could let loose. the sense of security was there and you were absolutely foolish. caleb loved it. she loved walking behind you in a small club; one where nobody knew either of you.
in skyhaven, you're not a hunter. in skyhaven - you can drag her by the belt-hoop and caleb's hand can rest on your ass as you walk in. her fingers are tugging on the short, way too short skirt, that was currently on your body. truthfully, she wanted to grab you and throw you over her shoulder. take you home away from the prying eyes.
until you're you're tipsy enough to lose your social anxiety and you're grinding on her. you're messy. she's constantly trying to tug your skirt and trying to take a peek. the two of you are horrid. neither of you are bending wills and neither of you are using words. it's all shared glances and shared shots. see how far the other will take it. the night keeps moving with the trail of saliva. the heavy bass music in the system thumps in your ears.
"aren't you a treat tonight?" caleb asks, leaning into your ear and you can't help the hum that leaves your mouth.
"am i?"
"what's the celebration?" she asks, bringing the empty glass to yours. it's merely a few hours later and she's burning. she needs to absolutely wreck herself. and by wreck herself, she means kneeling infront of you and receiving praise. she's a dog and in her eyes, the only person that could possible understand her - is here with her.
"don't be silly. it's your birthday." you say gently. in the haze of seduction and the dancing, there's sincerity. she looks over and your eyes are sparkling with so much love. "i'm dancing with my girlfriend for her birthday. when do we get a chance?"
you're insane. why would you say that to her? do you not know that she only wants you? that if she died today; the aftertaste would be sweet as your perfume.
caleb leans in your ear, her heart can't handle this anymore. she needs to do something. anything. so she boldly whispers, "why am i sharing my present?"
"do you want to leave?"
"i have only two hours left of my birthday, let's go home. i want to cuddle." she says and she's wrapping her arms around you. she presses tiny kisses on your cheek. "please?"
"alright. let's go." you say, returning a peck. "guide me home."
. . .
click!
"it's my birthday... you don't mind, right?" caleb asks but her voice is full of insincerity. she knows you won't complain. she knows that you like it. caleb keeps too many tabs on you, she knows what you like and what you don't. she knows you better than anybody else. you were the one that suggested cameras during sex, after all.
you can't speak. nothing leaves your mouth except moans and attempts of your sweet girlfriend's name. you can't feel anything except the softness in your skin and the tightness in the pit of your stomach. caleb had the bright idea of a pretty red strap-on. something sweet.
"do you like the red, baby?" caleb asks. the fun thing about her evol is the fact that caleb's currently thrusting into you and you're still in one position. your tits are on her face and she can't help but bite.
there's a mess of fluids; mostly yours. the vibration rings off the walls and the stains on the pink sheets makes caleb euphoric. caleb swears she's never seen a prettier girl. she holds your chin, making you look straight into your eyes. your eyelids heavy.
movie nights and toothpaste - fem!caleb x reader | fluff drabble.
author's note: i saw a fem!caleb fanart and well, now we're here. i'm trying to get out all my drafts in time for the 31st, ah!!! enjoy.
when you told caleb that you wanted to watch a movie before bed,
she had already programed that she was going to have to carry you to bed afterwards. that's how it usually ends. the main protagonist is solving the final piece of the puzzle and when caleb's so close to figuring it out ; your snore breaks in. it catches her attention instantly.
so tonight, she was more than impressed, as you stood up from the sofa.
...now she's a little less impressed.
she can't keep her eyes off you. your dark eyes keep falling and there's toothpaste dribbling down your chin. you've got a mess on collar of your shirt and it's almost like the smell of overwhelming smell of mint doesn't seem to register in your mind. your fighting agaisnt your eyelids too much to think.
"y/n-" she tries at first. her eyebrows are furrowed and she's rinsing herself off before starting with you. "if you were sleepy, you could've just-"
"are we done?" you mumble, half-asleep.
she sighs and soon, a smile is on her face. "you sure are. look at this mess, baby."
"i don't care, i'm tired." you whine and she sighs. this is her fault. she had the opportunity to tell you you were rude while the two of you were strictly friends. instead, she wanted to be the only one who dealt with it. what an insane woman, especially over you.
"hurry up." you grumble and she's blinking.
"are you waiting for me, oh sweet princess?" she quips.
"shut up. carry me." you order but there's rose on your cheeks. even if you're shaken with sleep.
