Set at some point post-Homecoming Wings after you and Caleb have reconciled, pre-relationship Sylus x reader x Caleb, GN!Reader.
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: I've had a very specific scene in mind for a meeting between Sylus and Caleb for a while now but haven't done anything with it in case I ended up wanting to use it for a longer project. Then I remembered I have free will and decided to just go for it anyway and here we are.
The motorbike comes to a smooth stop outside your apartment building. You clamber off the back, giving the rider in front of you a pat on the shoulder while fighting back a yawn. As soon as you have both feet on the ground, you start to stretch, trying to relieve some of the tension accrued in your muscles from the long ride back from the N109 zone—likely not helped by the fact it’s approaching thirty hours since you last had any sleep.
Pulling your helmet off, you welcome the feeling of the fresh morning breeze against your face.
“Ugh, I’m so beat. If anyone wants me over the next couple of hours, they’re going to have to surgically remove me from my bed.”
Sylus lets out a huff of amusement as he removes his own helmet. “You were the one who insisted on coming back here instead of staying over.”
“And you were the one who said it would be a quick job.” You frown, thinking about the hours long mess that so called ‘quick job’, involving some protocore smugglers you’d been tracking with Sylus’ help, had turned into. Looking up at your apartment from the outside, you feel a little better knowing that a nice long nap is just an elevator ride away—that is, at least, until you catch movement in the window.
Odd. You pull your phone out, just in case it’s something as simple as Xavier letting himself in to drop off a package, only to feel the blood drain from your face as you take in the notifications on the screen.
Caleb: my mission ended early, I’m on the way to Linkon now. :)
Caleb: what do you want for dinner? I’ll pick up the ingredients on my way to your place.
Caleb: nearly at yours now I ended up getting the ingredients for some of your favourites. :D
Caleb: I can come and pick you up if you’re still working?
Caleb: you’re out late… where are you?
9 missed calls
Caleb: call me when you get this.
Shit, you think, glancing at Sylus, he was meant to visit tomorrow. While you were sure Caleb had some idea about your exploits in the N109 zone, you’d been very careful to exclude certain details. Your relationship with Sylus—as… frankly you didn’t know, but you were at least in more amicable territory now compared to your first meeting—was very much one of those things.
“Something wrong?” Sylus asks, tilting his head as catches sight of your expression.
“Nope,” you say, far too quickly, shoving your helmet at him. “Just very excited to go to bed.”
Unfortunately, Sylus takes the opportunity to grab hold of your wrist. “Is there something—”
He’s interrupted by a far too familiar voice calling your name. You yank your wrist back from him and turn to see Caleb striding towards you. He looks terrible, like he’s had about as much sleep as you have. You might feel a little guilty about all of those missed calls if you weren’t too busy freaking out over the fact that the two people in your life you’d wanted to keep apart at all costs are now barely a couple of metres away from each other!
“You must have been busy if you couldn’t check your phone,” Caleb says, a faint edge to his voice as he comes to a stop right in front of you. “Who’s this?” He turns to Sylus and you can practically feel the air crackle as the two of them size each other up.
From the amount of time Mephisto spends perched outside your window, you’d bet money Sylus already knows who Caleb is. All you can do is hope that Caleb does not know Sylus’ real identity as Onychinus’ leader.
You take a moment to look Caleb over, to see the way the lines of his body scream battle mode. Oh crap, he knows, you think, he definitely knows.
“He’s just a friend.” You try to keep your voice steady so you sound as convincing as possible. “I ended up working late on a mission and he happened to be nearby so I asked him to give me a ride home.”
“You should have called me, I would have come and got you. No need to trouble your… friend,” Caleb replies, not taking his eyes off of Sylus, almost like he thinks the other man will try something the moment he does.
“Oh, it was no trouble.” A large hand rests on your shoulder, shattering your hopes that Sylus would just leave quietly. “I think our resident hunter here is more than capable of deciding who they’d prefer to call, in their hour of need.”
Caleb’s eyes narrow at the point of contact between you and Sylus. “Depends, you never know what some people might want in exchange.”
“Want, hm?” You can’t see it, but you swear you can feel Sylus’ right eye glowing behind you. “You’d know all about what it means to want, wouldn’t you, Colonel?”
For a moment, Caleb’s complexion wanes, but he quickly comes back to himself, his hands clenching at his sides. “Let go of them.”
Sylus drums his index finger on your shoulder, drawing the moment out.
“Want to try calling off your guard dog, kitten?” he says softly into your ear, but you’re sure Caleb hears from the way you see him bristle.
You step away and shoot a sharp glare at Sylus, trying to communicate screw you for making this worse with just your eyes. You really don’t have the energy for this to turn into a whole thing, hell, you wouldn’t want to deal with this on a good day, let alone when you feel like you’re about to keel over from exhaustion.
“Caleb,” you plead quietly, stepping towards him and tugging on his sleeve. Unfortunately, your self-designated protector is pretty much immovable when he wants to be.
“Go inside, Pips. I just want to have a quick chat with your friend here.”
Oh hell no, you’re pretty sure if you leave these two alone together it’s likely to end in property damage or someone getting maimed. Time to bring out the big guns.
“Caleb, please” you repeat, letting a bit of a whine enter your voice as cling to his arm, pulling it against your chest and looking up at him with the saddest, wettest eyes you can manage. “I’m really tired and I just want to lie down and rest. Come inside with me.” To complete the image, you make sure to hang slightly on his arm, as though you’re so tired you can’t even hold up your own body weight.
He turns to look at you and you suspect he can see straight through your transparent attempt at manipulation, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this song and dance together. All the while, you can feel Sylus watching you and you internally grimace. This certainly isn’t a side of you you’ve ever let him see.
Finally, something in Caleb’s face softens slightly, maybe because he can see the very real desperation on your face or the authentic dark circles under your eyes.
“Okay, we’ll go inside. Do you want me to carry you?”
You shake your head—there’s no way you’re leaving Sylus with that particular visual. “Just let me lean on you until we get to the apartment.”
“Sure, whatever you need.”
“Thanks for the lift, Skye,” you say, an effective dismissal. Even if Caleb does know who Sylus is, there’s no need to go around advertising his identity. “I’ll see you around.”
Sylus studies you as you turn with Caleb to head into your apartment building. You can’t quite read his expression, but if you had to call it anything, you’d say maybe it was considering.
“Sleep well, sweetie.”
Caleb tenses next to you and you quickly lean more into him so he can’t turn back without upsetting your balance. He looks down at you and you try to make as innocent an expression as possible. Once you make it to the threshold of the building, you break character briefly to angrily mouth “this is your fault” at Sylus over your shoulder, although regrettably that just seems to make him smirk.
The entrance doors shut behind you, cutting off your view of him and you forcibly hold back a sigh of relief. Disaster averted, for now at least.
During your ride up in the elevator, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.
Sylus: It seems you have things handled. But do reach out if your pet causes you any trouble.
You suppose you should find the hint of concern there touching but the tone of the message leaves you feeling annoyed more than anything.
“Who’s that?” Caleb asks over your shoulder and you lock the phone before he can see the screen.
“No one important, just spam.”
There’s a heavy pause, and then Caleb says, “You know, that guy—”
“Let’s not do this right now, I’m so tired I can barely see straight.” You lean your head against him. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your messages and you were left waiting here alone. I really didn’t mean to, it was crazy back there.”
“Hm, you can tell me all about it once you’ve had some sleep. Along with other things.” You’re pretty sure by other things he means the whole Sylus issue. Oh well, at this point that is a problem for a better rested version of you to deal with. For now, you let your eyelids flutter shut for a moment, promising yourself you’ll open them as soon as you hear the ping from the elevator to let you know you’ve reached your floor.
Diva I am in LOVE with your reverse Israeli lads writing and I will take any scraps you can give me 🙏
I'm really glad you like my reverse isekai AU! I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer this ask though <(＿ ＿)>
I've been trying to think of what I can write for you that I've not already covered in my other posts, so here is a very short snipet of Caleb's POV set shortly after he arrives in our world in my reverse isekai one shot with him. I hope you enjoy it!
Being here felt like a dream. How many times had he imagined this moment, back when all he had of you were glimpses from the other side of the thin barrier that separated your reality from his and the phantom touch of your avatar?
Caleb knelt by your bedside, lightly tracing your features with the backs of his fingers. Your expression was peaceful in sleep, and although he’d witnessed it once or twice before when you’d nodded off with your phone in your hand, it couldn’t compare to seeing it in person. And the fact that he could touch you now…
He drew his hand away before the temptation to do anything further could fully set in. For as much as Caleb wanted to pull you into his arms, to reenact everything he’d done with your avatar, here now with you, he knew he had to be careful. Although he had been aware of you while trapped on the other side, from some of the things he’d overheard you say, it didn’t seem you like knew such a thing was possible. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you, not when you were finally so, so close.
I'm having thoughts on how you meet the LADs LIs in a modern AU, no evols, no past lives, no mysterious connections to each other, just regular meet-cutes (or perhaps more like meet-ugly in some cases). Please note MC is not a separate character in this scenario, it’s just you and the boys (*^▽^*) Enjoy~
Xavier
You meet Xavier on a blind date your friend set up for you at a hotpot place. It’s been a while since you’ve been out with anyone—thus your friend insisting on you meeting this new guy she’s sure is a perfect fit for you—so you’re a bit nervous and you end up arriving early. Figuring you might as well get the two of you a table, you take a seat while keeping your eyes on the door, anxiously bouncing your leg under the table as you message your date to let him know you’re here.
A man enters, at least 6 feet tall and with a head of blonde hair, which matches the description you were given when this was all set up, so you merrily wave him over. He pauses and seems to look confused for moment—oh God, what if your friend hyped you up too much and now he’s disappointed—but he obligingly comes over and you shove the menu into his hands and usher him to sit down. You pour him some water from the jug on the table as you ask how his journey was, and he replies it was fine, albeit a little stiltedly.
Unfortunately, that makes you even more nervous, and when you’re nervous, you get chatty, like you’re trying to fill an awkward silence before it can form. It’s only the waitress coming over to take your order—which he provides in a soft, smooth voice—that finally gets you to quiet down. There’s a pause after she leaves and you take the moment to apologise for yapping away, explaining that you haven’t been on a date in a while and he’s a lot more handsome than your friend made out, so you’re a little tense.
As you’re nearing the end of this explanation, you get a text pop up on your phone from… your date?
You look up at the man in front of you, who is decidedly not on his phone, and then back down at the message which reads sorry, smth came up, can’t make it.
At this point, the guy across from you is also looking at your phone, and it seems he’s started to put the pieces together himself. You’re not sure you’ve ever been more mortified than when you realise you have effectively forced some poor random man on a date with you. For a while you just stare at him helplessly, as though maybe the truth will un-reveal itself and you can go back to blissful ignorance, until he interrupts by offering to move to a different table.
Looking around, you realise the restaurant has quickly filled up since you arrived, to the point you’re not sure there is another free table, and even if there were, you really don’t think he should be the one to move. You explain as much when you finally come to your senses enough to apologise, offering to pay the bill and leave yourself. After a little back and forth, you eventually decide together that since the order’s been placed you might as well eat while you’re here and you can split the bill later.
Xavier, as you find out his name is, actually turns out to be quite easy to talk to, once you’ve calmed down enough from your mistake to have an actual conversation. It turns out you both like the same comic series as well, and you leave the restaurant with a plan to meet up for lunch again.
Needless to say, you don’t bother trying to rearrange anything with your actual intended date.
Rafayel
You meet Rafayel when you rescue him while working late one night at the University. It’s a Friday and everyone else has long since left to start their weekends but you have a review meeting coming up, and after dealing with some deeply uncooperative cell cultures, you’re grinding to gather as much useable data as you can possibly get. You step out of the lab briefly to grab yourself something with caffeine in it while the centrifuge whirs away, only to stop when you see someone gesticulating wildly while talking loudly into their phone outside the building.
They’re in the courtyard that connects your Biology building and the Art department—why someone had put the two next to each other, you would never know—the very same one with doors that could only be opened via keycard after 6pm and no alternative exit route. You’re just wondering if the young man might be stuck out there when he spots you through the glass door and starts waving at you before pointing at the door’s release button on the inside. Ah, so he is stuck then you think, as you walk over and press it, how long has he been out there?
The doors start to open automatically, and as soon as enough space opens up, the man hurls himself through the gap almost as though he thinks they might change their mind and try to shut him out again. He looks back through the doors like the mere existence of the courtyard is an attack upon his person and asks you if your university makes a regular point of trying to trap its guests. You can only shrug in reply, but he looks put out enough that you feel a bit sorry for him, so you offer him some of the fancy tea and snacks you keep around for when your experiments go to shit and you need some cheering up.
And that’s how you end up entertaining Rafayel, art legend who had been cajoled into doing a guest lecture at your university, in your lab group’s office space over tea at almost 9pm. He regales you with the story of how he’d been kept late by the Dean of the art department talking his ear off, trying to persuade him into taking a fixed-term position, and had then wandered out the wrong exit and ended up in the predicament you’d found him in. You have the sense this venting is much needed, so you let him carry on, offering sympathy when appropriate.
Surprisingly, he then turns the conversation to you and you find yourself prattling away about your research project. You do make something of an effort not to fully nerd out on him, but it’s difficult when he’s a good listener and seems able to pick up on the bits you’re the most passionate about. He manages to wheedle your phone number out of you before he leaves, with the excuse of needing someone to rescue him should he fall victim to the courtyard again—though you struggle to imagine why he’d come back after his first experience with the University.
It catches you rather by surprise then, when you see his name pop up as a new hire in the newsletter that circulates the week after.
Zayne
You meet Zayne while on your way to comfort your friend after a break up. Said break up has been a long time coming—at least, in your opinion as someone who never liked the bastard to begin with—but that doesn’t mean she’s any less upset about it, which is why you step into the elevator of her apartment building with a plastic bag containing a full tub of rocky road ice cream, a box of her favourite truffles and a cheap bottle of wine. You press the button for her floor and then the one to hold the door as you spot a man also walking towards the elevator.
He thanks you politely, reaching the doors in just a few long strides and pressing the button for a different floor before standing on the opposite side to you. The doors close and the elevator starts to rise as you get your phone out to let your friend know you’re here. It’s then that you hear an awful grinding noise and the elevator comes to an abrupt stop, decidedly not at either of your intended floors. For a moment, you hope it’s just stopped to let some other resident of the building in, but several seconds pass with the doors refusing to open and you exchange concerned looks with the only other occupant. It seems, you both agree, that the elevator is stuck.
You do the sensible thing of pressing the call button and alerting the building’s management team to the problem, who promise you they’ll deal with the issue as soon as they can, and you’re then left with the reality of being trapped in an enclosed space with a complete stranger. As you attempt to surreptitiously study the guy, you note that while he’s pretty good-looking and well-dressed, the faint dark lines under his eyes scream of someone who’s had too long of a day to deal with the bullshit of getting stuck in an elevator.
Spreading your old, tired coat on the ground, you sit yourself down and offer the spot next to you to the guy. He initially looks like he’s going to refuse but with a bit of needling, he seats himself next to you with a heavy sigh. Figuring you might as well try to get comfortable, you offer him a handshake and introduce yourself. You learn his name is Zayne, he works as a doctor at the nearby hospital and the only reason he’s in the building is because he planned to pick up something from a colleague before heading home. As your conversation continues, it’s not too difficult to pick up on the fact that he’s not the most extroverted individual in the world, but there’s nothing like being stuck somewhere with no other source of entertainment aside from your nearly dead phone to spur you into keeping the conversation going.
More time passes with no sign of immediate rescue, so you dig the portable cutlery set out from your workbag and offer to split your rapidly melting ice cream with your new elevator buddy. Once you are finally liberated from your shared confinement—a process that takes over two hours in the end—you’re down one tub of ice cream and a half a box of truffles. Zayne offers to compensate you for both, but you’ve grown fond enough of his dry sense of humour that you propose a counter offer: next time he can treat you to some ice cream, ideally in a nicer location than the floor of a broken down elevator.
He accepts.
Sylus
You meet Sylus during a run in with your miserable, cheating ex. It’s been a rough month all in all, trying to stitch together the tattered edges of your life where they’d previously been entangled with another person. As a treat, you decide to take yourself out shopping, a higher end store than you’d usually frequent, but you feel like you’ve earned it by surviving the last four weeks.
Your nice day out is cut short however, when you spot your ex with the sidepiece he’d been seeing behind your back clinging to his arm and sporting a sizeable diamond ring on her left hand. Unfortunately, they spot you before you have time to process properly that the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with is engaged no more than a month after your break up. They approach you and the conversation is as full of petty bullshit as you would expect from the two worst people you know—your ex making sure to mention the expensive honeymoon they’ve got booked after the lavish wedding they’re going to have next spring.
Then the conversation turns to you, and your ex’s new fiancée asks snidely if you’re seeing anyone. It’s obvious from the smug look on her face that she knows the answer is no and something in you just snaps. You’re not thinking straight—you’d never do something like this if you were— when you grab the poor stranger unfortunate enough to be standing close to you and announce him as the new guy you’ve been seeing. All you can tell from your peripheral is that he’s well-dressed and considerably taller than your ex, who always had a bit of a thing about his height.
You see your ex’s expression falter as he looks the guy over and it emboldens you enough that you finally let loose the verbal tirade you wanted to give him the day you found someone else’s nudes on his phone. To say you eviscerate the pair of them would be putting it mildly; by the end of your little speech, half the store has turned to watch and at least one grandmother is clutching at her pearl necklace.
To finish off with the appropriate dramatics, you march away from the pair with your head held high and manage to make it halfway across the shop floor before you realise you’ve dragged the random stranger you grabbed hold of with you. An apology to end all apologies at drawing the poor man into your drama starts to form on your tongue, only to have it wither away the moment you get a proper look at him. The arm you’re hanging onto belongs to one of the most intimidating—and good-looking, but that’s a little beside the point—guys you’ve ever seen.
It’s immediately apparent from his build that the only reason you got this far is because he let you haul him away. And then there’s the way he’s looking at you, like a big cat eyeing up something that wandered into its enclosure, trying to decide whether it’s worth hunting. Suddenly, you are struck by the feeling that you have just done something very, very stupid.
Caleb
You meet Caleb while having the worst day of your life. A failing grade on your latest piece of coursework, your barely acceptable average hanging on by a thread, your best friend for over a decade seems to have decided you’re a poor relation to the new friends she’s made at her own college a city away and you have a rat problem your landlord is refusing to address. In some attempt to try to salvage things, you decide to treat yourself with a beverage from your favourite coffee shop. Do you really have the budget for it? No, but the thought of staying in your shitty rental for the rest of the day is too much to bear.
You go up to counter and order as usual, wincing a little when the number comes up on the till but tapping your card regardless, however it’s when you collect your drink and turn to find your usual seat in the corner that things go horribly wrong. Someone shoulder checks you, hard, and you manage to tip your drink all over yourself as you stagger backwards.
Time seems to freeze for a moment, you can feel the eyes on you, watching as the liquid drips down from your formerly white shirt. Looking down at the contents of your now nearly empty cup, something in you breaks. You start bawling—tears, snot, the works. The arsehole who ran into doesn’t even bother to stop as you burst into hysterics and everyone else seems content to just stare at you like you’re some kind of spectacle.
Then, you feel an arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards a quiet corner at the back of the store as someone takes the cup from your hands and presses a wad of napkins into them instead. You try to thank them through the tears, although you’re not sure anything intelligible comes out and the kind stranger just quietly hushes you in response. They get you to sit down and you look up to see an extremely handsome guy—you think you might have seen him around campus before, although you’re not sure—standing in front of you, blocking the view of you from the rest of the shop with his back.
He lets you cry it out for bit, disappearing only briefly after you’ve started to calm down and coming back with a duplicate of your drink order. That act of kindness is almost enough to make you start back up again, but then he asks what happened and you end up spilling your guts to him. It seems like bad manners to dump all your problems on a stranger, though once you’re done, you do feel more like a person and less like a total walking disaster. He introduces himself as Caleb and he is indeed at the same college as you, just a couple of years ahead. You thank him profusely for his help and try to give him some money for the drink but he waves it off, asking instead if he can borrow your phone quickly. Not seeing any reason to refuse—maybe his has run out of charge, you think—you hand it over and he steps away to make brief call before handing it back to you.
That encounter seems to serve as something of a turning point, as shortly after you say your goodbyes, you receive a message from your landlord promising the rat problem will be dealt with immediately. You also notice that Caleb :) has been added to your contacts list.
A/N: Fun fact, the building thing in Rafayel’s bit sounds made up but is inspired by a genuine set up at one of the Universities I’ve worked at where if you forgot your keycard after hours, you could literally get trapped in a courtyard with no way out other than trying to scale the buildings or calling security. This almost happened to me once and I lived in permanent fear of actually getting stuck out there, so I am passing my trauma onto Raf <3
caleb hates it when you get jealous. he could fall to his knees whenever he would figure out that you’re jealous of girls around him. how dare you question his love? when he would do anything for you?
there was nothing in the room aside from a table, a wide mirror, and two bodies against each other.
his hand grasp your jaw, forcing you to face the two-way mirror in front of you. he plowed you from behind, your bare back rubbing against caleb’s colonel uniform. his cock slipped in and out of your cunt, producing obscene slick sounds. you could only see your reflection in front of you. you could see how your mouth gaped open and caleb’s face beside yours. his eyes were dark and there was an evil mist all over his features.
while one of his hands remained on your jaw, the other hand held your leg as he bent you a little more down the table. his hips snaps into yours as the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. you couldn’t think anymore. you couldn’t even figure out why your boyfriend chose to fuck you here. all you know is that you feel full of his cock and cum.
what you didn’t know is on the other side of the mirror was the subordinate you were jealous of lately. the woman who couldn’t take the hint when caleb announces that he’s taken. the same woman who made you question caleb’s love. he would not allow that, not when he spent years yearning for you. she’s watching. after all, that’s all she could do. she would never be the girl getting railed by the colonel.
this was his own way of showing that he belongs to you and you belong to him.
“keep your eyes forward.” caleb commanded. you obeyed, because you were his good girl. “let them know who they could never replace.”
The heatwave sweeping through Skyhaven was nothing but ridiculous. The Sun has been shining, unobstructed by clouds, for days. When it rains the air will get muggy, the humidity amplifying the oppressive heat. It's been a total nightmare.
Even with the multiple air conditioners chugging constantly in your house, thanks to Caleb's fat paycheck, it was barely enough to keep the place cool. You and Caleb lounge in baggy clothes and underwear all hours of the day.
Cuddling was also strictly prohibited. Anytime Caleb gets within a foot radius of you, even just to hold hands, the fierce glare aimed in his direction is enough to make him back off.
"it's too hot." It's been a bit of a nightmare for him. He misses cuddling you, easily touch starved, even if he understands your reasons. Both of you were sticky with sweat, the must lingering even after taking a cold shower. Trying to hold each other right now would make your miserable situation worse.
"Caleb?" Boneless on the couch, you watch as Caleb peels himself out of his seat, making his way to the bedroom. The dresser drawer slides open as he searches for his thinnest pair of sweatpants. Just enough to cover his boxers without boiling him alive.
"Where are you going?" Neither of you have dared to step foot outside for days. Delivery drivers have been bringing your groceries to the house for you, earning themselves generous bonuses for working in the heat. Why would he want to leave the house now?
"Don't worry. I'll only be a minute." Bending down, Caleb presses a light kiss to your wet forehead, to which you grumble at, before going to grab his shoes. He was jogging to the front door like he was in a rush.
The doorknob clicks shut behind him. A part of you wants to get up and follow him. What if Caleb had noticed something and wanted to deal with it on his own? When your safety was involved, he was always up to no good.
Five minutes, you decide. You'll give Caleb five minutes to get his butt back inside before you start to worry. That would at least give you time to mentally prepare yourself for stepping outside of your bubble of air conditioning.
Around three minutes later, a sweaty Caleb kicks open the front door with his foot. Mismatching flavored ice cream cones held in each hand. The ice cream was already beginning to melt down the sides.
"Heard the ice cream truck driving by. I think you could use a little pick-me-up from the weather." Cheeks flushed from the Sun, he lazily kicks his sneakers off. He looks, and smells, like he completed an intensive workout. Even still, he smiles as he hands you one of the cones.
Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't know if we've seen any evidence of which hand is Caleb's dominant hand. But since most people are right handed I'm assuming Caleb is the same.
WHICH MEANS CALEB WILL ALWAYS REACH FOR YOU WITH HIS METAL ARM!!!
It's pure instinct when he reaches out to brush your stray hair behind your ear. Or maybe to wipe some sauce off of the corner of your lips. To swipe a fallen eyelash out of the dip underneath your eyes.
It startles him every time when he automatically touches you with his metal arm and he just can't feel you. His fingers are there, settled against your beautiful skin. His eyes tell him that. But he can't feel it.
He's a stranger in his own body. You feel so far out of his reach now. What use was this body if he couldn't feel you? It's such a hard habit to break but every accidental touch leaves him nauseous.
CONTAINS l&ds caleb, female reader, hurt/comfort, explicit smut, pwp, size kink if squint, caleb gloves mentioned, car sex, gendered pet names, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, edging, brief inappropriate use of evol, language, possessiveness, make up sex yay, lmk what i miss. wc 1.4k
NOTE i had an itch and i scratched it…
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“There’s my girl.”
The roof of the parking lot is supposed to be empty. Your car is the only one parked and you certainly hadn’t heard another pair of footsteps accompanying yours just now.
You don’t allow yourself a chance to be startled by the familiar voice cutting through the night’s silence as the revolver once snug in your waistband is aimed at their throat.
Nothing—nothing could’ve prepared you for who was at the other end. There did not exist a single universe where you would’ve been able to correctly guess, unless it’s one where dead men come back alive.
“Caleb?” It was barely a whisper, but the soft wind carried your voice to his ears. You falter and step back. The gun still points at him but it’s your arms that only slightly weaken.
“So it really is you,” he looks different, matured. He’s grown taller and gained weight. There’s a mix of desperation and relief in the way he looks at you, “you haven’t changed a bit, Love.”
There’s a hint of a tease in his tone, but he doesn’t mean it. He watches you with bated breath, gauging your reaction.
You finally snap out of it.
“What the fuck, Caleb? I thought you died!” Anger overcomes your initial shock. Betrayal, too. You raise the gun back at his throat, your grip on it tightening.
“And here I thought you’d be happier to see me.”
“I don’t know where the hell you’ve been. But you know, you really had me fucking convinced.”
“Don’t be so naive. I did what I had to do.”
“Like what, lie? To me? That’s bullshit and you know it.” His face gets blurry with every tear that begins to cloud your vision. You hastily blink them away, just to see him in clarity again. “You were my best friend.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He steps forward. He uses one hand to lower your gun away from his body, and the other to wipe the tears flowing down your cheek. He bows down to where his face is level with yours, “so let me make it up to you.”
He finally embraces you. His face is buried into your shoulder and he holds you so tightly that you can hardly muster up enough breath to tell him to relax. He smells like home.
“I missed you, you know. I missed you the whole time. You’re my girl, after all.” He looks you in the eyes and there’s earnest in every part of him, you don’t doubt it.
“I thought I lost you,”
“I’m here now. Let me take care of you, make up for the time we lost, hm?”
He ghosts his lips up over yours but waits for your confirmation. You don’t hesitate to close the gap. He immediately devours your mouth with his, kissing you back with such fervor that you are firmly pressed against the side of your car.
You think you feel drops of rain fall down on you, but Caleb is quick. He opens the your back door and positions you at the entrance.
“And look what I can do now,” his hands settle on the top edge of the door and you’re not sure why that is, until you feel an invisible force thrust you to lay across the back seats. The top of your head brushes against his knuckles but it doesn’t hurt.
The door is slammed shut and Caleb is immediately back on you, wasting no time in kissing and sucking a trail down from your jaw to your neck.
“We probably shouldn’t.” He’d changed over the time he was gone, that part was true. He carried around an air of danger and sin. However you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just the least bit tempted by it.
“Yeah? Says who? There’s no one else here but us.” You gasp when he nips your neck where your pulse is, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. “You’re a big girl now, aren’t you? Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”
His hands circle your inner thigh. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing to you. You’re practically soaked through to your pants. You regret what you said and shake your head, taking it back.
“What is it? Use your words baby,”
“Don’t stop. Please, Caleb, don’t stop.”
He parts from your neck and lowers himself to make out with your tits through your clothes. The pressure coming from him and the friction of your clothes rubbing against your sensitive nipples causes a moan of pleasure to escape from your lips.
You kick off your shoes and he helps with pulling both your pants and underwear off with one fluid motion. He positions your thighs to rest atop each of his shoulders, sloppily kissing the inside of them. Your hands naturally find themselves grasping his hair.
“This all for me?” He begins with a tentative lick to your clit, but it’s not enough. You pull him closer to your heat through his hair, all the confirmation he needs to fully make out with your pussy.
“Ngh—Caleb…” You whimper his name in between moans. Your heels involuntarily dig into his back, hard, but still he doesn’t budge. He sucks on your clit and licks at your folds with the same intensity as before.
“You taste good, baby. All mine.” He rises to kiss you, failing to neglect your lower half as his gloved fingers plunge themselves in your aching hole, thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
The warmth inside you increases with each thrust of Caleb’s fingers. Your moans become louder and you become limp in his hold. You’re ready to reach your climax, so when he abruptly rips his fingers out of you, you can’t help but let out a whine.
You’re out of breath and confused. In your haze, he pulls off his belt and frees his hard cock from his pants, stroking it for a moment of relief.
He was big. Not surprising, given the way his body fills up the enclosed space of your car. Everything about him was so, so big.
He appears to be able to read your mind. “You can take it, can’t you?” To that you answer with a nod, eyes not leaving his length. “Good girl.”
You’re still sensitive from when he fingered you and the subsequent intrusion is a mix of pleasure and pain. He takes satisfaction in seeing you take him so well, inch by inch. He likes how your pretty mouth hangs open and how your belly rises and falls with each labored breath.
After what feels like an eternity, he’s stretched you out to the hilt. You’re convinced you’ve never felt so utterly and completely full as you do now.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He presses a hand down on your stomach solely to feel himself inside you.
“Just, move. Please—” You’re growing desperate and restless.
“Is that the tone you want to use with me?” He draws back so only his tip remains inside you. “But since you said please…” You scream when his cock slams back in and starts going at a ruthless pace. You hear lightning strike in the distance.
“Fuck fuck, Feels s’good Caleb—”
“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Missed this so much.”
Your orgasm comes fast this time. It’s blinding and encompassing and it takes all your breath away. He takes you through it, continuing his pace and rubbing your clit for added relief. He follows suit soon after, finishing inside you with one last thrust and collapsing on top of you without pulling out. The weight is comfortable, warm.
Your windows are covered in a layer of fog and the rain outside has become a wet downpour. The muffled sound of raindrops surround the two of you and you think you could fall asleep in this exact moment.
“I’m still mad at you.” Your hands find their way back to playing with his hair.
He chuckles and his whole body vibrates as he does, “I know, Babygirl. I know.”
