Insieeee, do u write somno? And if u do can u do one about u having wet dream about Caleb and he can help?
Anonnnnn, I dooooooo.
I F𐙚NTASIZE 𐙚BOUT IT 𐙚LL THE TIME
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Synopsis: ever since the explosion, when you should be mourning your dead best friend, he appears in your dreams.. but not in a friend way. And even after reuniting with your best friend, those wet dreams haunt you. But Caleb understands.
Tags: Dub/con, Somnophilia, Caleb x Fem!reader, Porn with little plot, Voyeurism, Pussy eating, cream pie, Caleb down bad, Yearning, Wet dreams, Implied Masturbation, Best Friends, Author should be sleeping rn, drug abuse, implied illegal drugs, Rohypnol (Not used for rape)
A/N: Hi chat. Sound like such a pervert, but I luuuuuuv somno and Caleb combined. This is pure fiction, please actually have consent beforehand girlies, and be safe. Baii
W/C: 3094 Words!
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It was strange to say the least. Maybe this was your coping mechanism when your best friend Caleb died. It wasn’t like he was haunting you. Well, he was. But only in the day time. Every lemon and apple flavoured or shaped thing had Caleb written all over it. Every time a light bulb goes out, instead of calling someone to help, or doing it yourself, you just stared at the burnt bulb, imagining if your very own handyman Caleb was fixing it himself, no need to have a ladder, and calling you to pass him tools and lemonade.
But at night, he haunted you so much more differently. Having trouble sleeping from the trauma, your doctor prescribed sleeping pills. At first, it was a light dose. Barely anything for you. Didn’t work. So after some pleading from your strict doctor, you got stronger ones. He did warn that depending on the person, your dreams would be… odd.
You didn’t entirely know what that meant. You probably thought of seeing a chicken on Captain Jenna’s head in a candy land themed monopoly board. Something stupid. But you were so, so, so off.
You saw Caleb. But not in your best friend way. You find yourself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with warmth and the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. Caleb stands before you, his dark hair tousled, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He's shirtless, his broad shoulders and toned chest glistening under the soft glow of candlelight, every muscle defined and inviting.
He steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup your face, thumb brushing your lower lip. 'I've wanted this,' he murmurs, voice low and rough, pulling you into a kiss that starts slow but ignites quickly. His lips press hard against yours, tongue sliding in to tangle with yours, tasting you deeply. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming up his chest, fingers digging into his skin as heat pools between your legs.
Caleb's hands slide down your body, gripping your waist and lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of a nearby bed. The sheets are silk, cool against your heated skin as he pushes you back, his body following to hover over you. He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth along your jaw, down your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just below your ear. You arch up, gasping, your nipples hardening under your thin shirt.
With a swift motion, he yanks the fabric up and over your head, exposing your breasts to the air. His eyes darken as he stares, then he lowers his head, mouth closing over one nipple. He sucks hard, tongue flicking the peak, teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out. His hand kneads the other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers, rolling it until you're writhing beneath him. 'You taste so good,' he growls against your skin, switching sides, lavishing the same attention until both are swollen and aching.
Your hands fumble with his pants, desperate to feel more of him. You tug them down, freeing his cock thick and hard, veins pulsing along its length. It springs up, the tip already leaking pre-cum, and you wrap your fingers around it, stroking from base to head. Caleb groans, hips bucking into your grip, his breath hot on your chest. 'Fuck, yes,' he says, voice strained.
He doesn't let you tease for long. His hands move to your shorts, peeling them off along with your panties, leaving you bare and exposed. Cool air hits your wet pussy, making you clench in anticipation. Caleb spreads your legs wide, kneeling between them, his gaze fixed on your slick folds. 'So wet for me already,' he says, fingers parting your lips to expose your clit. He leans in, breath ghosting over you before his tongue flattens against your pussy, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.
You buck against his mouth, fingers threading into his hair, holding him there. He laps at your pussy eagerly, tongue circling your clit, sucking it between his lips. Two fingers push inside you, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. He pumps them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue, the wet sounds filling the room. Your hips grind against his face, chasing the building pressure, moans spilling freely as pleasure coils tight in your core.
Caleb pulls back just as you're on the edge, making you whine in frustration. He stands, shedding the rest of his clothes, his cock standing rigid and ready. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging your entrance. 'I need to be inside you,' he says, eyes burning into yours. With one thrust, he sinks deep, stretching your pussy around his thickness. You gasp at the fullness, walls clenching around him as he bottoms out.
He starts moving, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust hits deep, his hips grinding against your clit with every push. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails raking down his back. 'Harder,' you beg, and he obliges, pace quickening, the bed creaking under you both. His cock pistons in and out, slick with your arousal, the slap of skin on skin echoing.
Sweat beads on his forehead as he fucks you relentlessly, one hand bracing beside your head, the other sliding between you to rub your clit in tight circles. The dual sensation pushes you over, orgasm crashing through you. Your pussy spasms around his cock, milking him as you cry out, body shaking. Caleb follows seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, groaning as he cums, hot spurts filling you up.
You collapse together, breaths ragged, his weight a comforting press against you. But the dream shifts, the room fading as tendrils of sleep pull you deeper. In the waking world, your body stirs, sheets tangled around your legs, a damp ache between your thighs reminding you of the vivid fantasy that just played out in your mind.
And then, you shoot out of bed.
After regulating your ragged breathing, you notice how damp your sheets are. Did you just have a dream.. about your best friend…who’s dead? Hot tears start forming and streaming down your eyes. From the overstimulation? How mortifying this was? Grievance? You weren’t sure. You wanted Caleb back. Not just for sex. But him to wipe away your tears, tease you a little and stay by your side.
And as you muttered and went to the washroom, with a new set of dry panties and a needed cold shower, it didn’t cross your mind, that that dream alone was enough to change your feelings for your best friend now. He was supposed to be your support. Older brother. Not a sexual fantasy.
But you hated how much you wanted to get rid of those dreams, yet how you craved them so bad. You needed him so damn bad. Past voice recordings, selfies of him, videos that looked somewhat like him, you hated how much of a pervert you were. Instead of grieving like a normal human being, you cried for his name, longing his fingers instead of yours.
And on the other side, in Skyhaven, Caleb was there too. It was like you both were in sync. His insomnia had gotten even worse. Literally having to take more than the usual amount he was prescribed. Until he found himself on the dark web. Yes, if Colonel Xia was caught with Rohypnol, GHB, or Quaaludes, that would cause major consequences. But they worked.
In a bad way. Seeing his basically little sister like that? Overstimulated, wheezing and only crying out his names as he shushed you and teased in that condescending manner. How he fantasized your body. Plump breasts, needy little cunt that could take all of him, one way or another. Eyelashes wet from tears, and hickeys all over as you cling onto him.
It haunted him as well.
And it got even worse when the two of you reunited. You didn’t even notice when Caleb hugged you tightly, he subtly caressed your ass, and he didn’t notice when you pressed into him just a tiny bit. Or the two of you didn’t care. You wanted to kiss him so bad. He wanted to kiss away those tears. But there were lines best friends never crossed.
And as the two of you caught up the past couple days. You noticed how broader his chest was. How dominating and professional he looked in that colonel uniform, despite you loathing that side of him. And he noticed how you seemed to have a more matured side now. Physically of course. You were still his pipsqueak. His best friend. Just so happened to be you he needed to be inside.
It was a free evening for the both of you. You came over to his apartment, where he already had a reserved room for you, and where you already had made yourself at home. After binge watching a show and coming back from the night market, you were tired.
You hadn’t been needing your sleeping pills since Caleb came back, and those dreams had drifted away, giving you peace from nightly orgasms and aches between your thighs. You tried stifling a yawn but Caleb had noticed. “Pips, y’wanna call it a night?” “What? You’re still here, that be lame for you.” Caleb flicked your forehead. “It be even more lame if you didn’t listen to me and fell asleep mid conversation.”
“Fine. Night.” You sigh and wave as you retreat to your bedroom. As you lay down, sleep comes easy to you.
The dream had started innocently in your mind, just fragments of the day replaying: Caleb's laugh echoing in the coffee shop, his hand steadying you when you tripped on the sidewalk. But as sleep deepened, it shifted. You imagined him closer, his body pressing against yours in the dream's hazy logic. His lips on your neck leaving marks, hands sliding under your shirt, fingers teasing your skin until you were breathless.
In the dream, he whispered your name, voice low and urgent, as he stripped you bare. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but so safe with him. He was your best friend. His mouth trailed down, hot and wet, sucking on your breasts until your nipples ached. Then lower, his tongue delving between your legs, lapping at you like he was starved. You writhed, hands in his hair, begging for more.
Meanwhile Caleb was cleaning your counter and fluffing some pillows on your couch. Once he was done, he heard noises. Weird ones. We’re you having a nightmare? He briskly walked towards your room. Your door was slightly open, letting a sliver of light outside out. “Pips? You doing alright?”
“Please, Cay...” you utter out.That's when the whimpers started in reality, soft pleas spilling from your lips. Caleb, now standing by your bed, felt his world tilt. He'd come to check on you out of pure care, but now? Now he was hard as steel, cock tenting his jeans uncomfortably. He adjusted himself, but the friction only made it worse.He watched, transfixed, as your hand dipped lower in sleep, fingers pressing against your panties. He quietly slips into bed. Only to hold you. Spoon you.Maybe stop your fingers from wandering. But The fabric darkened with wetness, and you ground against your palm, moaning his name. 'Caleb... please... touch me.' The words were mumbled, but clear enough to shatter his restraint.
He shouldn’t be. Not at all. Desperation hit him like a wave. He was innocent no longer.The caring friend gave way to a man consumed by want. His hand fumbled at his zipper, freeing his cock fully now, the thick length springing out, veined and flushed. Pre-cum beaded at the tip as he stroked once, twice, eyes locked on your writhing form.He couldn't just watch. Kneeling, he gently tugged your t-shirt higher, exposing your midriff, then your breasts. They spilled free, full and perfect, nipples pebbled. Caleb's mouth watered. He cupped one, thumb brushing the peak, and you arched into his touch, still dreaming.
Emboldened, he peeled the sweaty shirt off completely, then the panties, inch by inch. Your body was a revelation: smooth skin, the gentle flare of your hips, the way your pussy lips glistened, parted slightly in invitation. He gaped, breath ragged, cock twitching in his hand. 'So fucking beautiful,' he whispered, voice desperate.He spread your legs wider, settling between them. His fingers traced your inner thighs, then your folds, dipping in to feel your heat. You were drenched, arousal coating his digits as he pumped them slowly. Your hips bucked, pussy clenching around the intrusion, and he added a third finger, stretching you.
Leaning in, he licked your clit, tongue swirling. The taste of you.sweet, tangy and it drove him wild. He sucked, nibbled, fucked you with his tongue while his fingers curled inside, hitting your g-spot. Your moans grew louder, body trembling on the brink.But he needed to be inside. Positioning his cock at your entrance, he pushed in, the tight heat enveloping him. Inch by inch, until he was seated deep, your pussy fluttering around his length. He thrust experimentally, slow and deep, watching your face contort in pleasure.
The rhythm built, his hips snapping forward, cock pistoning in and out. Your breasts jiggled, and he latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. The dual sensations had you keening, even in sleep. Sweat beaded on his brow, desperation making his movements erratic.He was close, balls drawing tight, when your eyes fluttered open. “Caleb..?”. Panic seized him. He pulled out abruptly, cum threatening to spill as he backed away. 'I—shit, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me.' Mortification burned through him, face hot, cock still hard and slick with your juices.
You blinked sleepily, processing the scene: naked, wet, his cum nearly spent. But instead of anger, a soft smile spread. 'Caleb,' you cooed, voice husky with sleep. 'It's okay, baby. I wanted it... in my dream, and now.' You extended a hand, pulling him back. 'Come here. Please,Touch me. Fuck me. It's alright.” And a wave of relief washed over him, mixed with renewed desperation. He kissed you tenderly, tongue exploring as he slid back inside. Your pussy welcomed him, still sensitive from the edge. 'You're so good to me,' he murmured, thrusting gently at first.
You reassured him with touches, hands on his chest, legs wrapping around. 'Faster,' you whispered, sleepy but eager. He obliged, screwing you with long, deep strokes, cock filling you completely each time.Hishands roamed.squeezing your ass, pinching your nipples, thumbing your clit. You gasped, body arching, orgasm building fast. 'Cum for me,' he begged, voice desperate.
You did, pussy spasming, milking him until he followed, flooding you with hot cum. But the night wasn't over. Still sleepy, you let him flip you, entering you again from behind, his fingers in your hair as he fucked you slow and sweet.He touched every part: licking your neck, fingering your ass lightly, making you cum twice more before exhaustion claimed you both.
And when he came again? He collapsed onto you, before rolling off and switching positions with you, your spent body curled on his chest. You snuggled your cheek in his chest. “I.. I really shouldn’t have pips, I’m so so so sorry.” You hum sleepily in response before lazily peppering kisses on his chest. After holding you for a little bit, Caleb gets up, delicately placing you onto the mattress as he works around you, grabbing a wet warm towel and gently dabbing it between your thighs, sneaking soft kisses.
i dont think anyone here knew my intense yoshiden hyperfixation because i had a really bad art block back then (rip to all my ships that i never got to draw)
any way. welcome back yaoi devil ive shoujofied you i hope you like it ❤️
You don’t even need to see it to know. They don’t like to wear suits with the goggles on.
A big ramble under the cut on their thoughts about having been a soldat and their opinions of other dissented ones.
For a while after dissenting they would still view themselves as a soldat, but when they join SQ and their life is clearly now not a part of the aahw anymore they would see themselves as an ex soldat. They still based their idea of themselves around the position of a soldat that they once had because it was all they knew and had to go off of all their life. This mentality changes once they learn about their defective programming and realize they never really were actually a “proper” soldat and it was just a title in intended purpose but never what they really were. However, if they were asked about what they were in the past before SQ they would still answer that they were a soldat even if they do not identify with being one anymore. It was something that was a part of them and impacted them greatly so they wouldn't deny it.
This is where in scenarios like SB getting distressed while wearing suits or getting reminded of other soldat things, the distressing part of it for them would be more about being reminded of their time in the aahw and the experiences they had there as a whole rather than just the reminder they were a soldat. While SBs past as a soldat is integral to what made that time so awful, it isn't the sole reasoning as to why those reminders and familiarities would be so terrible. For example, wearing a suit, covering one eye and knowing it looks like how they looked in the past is upsetting due to thoughts questioning if they have truly moved on from the time where they looked like that as a soldat and other issues with their identity, as well as it being a reminder of the circumstances that came with that time. Rather than it being solely a reminder of, “oh no :( I was a soldat once :’( “.
While they initially don't have partially negative views on other aahw members (this grows later when they learn more about what crueler things can happen in other facilities outside their own old rather tame one), they would feel distaste and genuinely negative feelings about other soldats/ dissenters in general in scenarios where one of them had similar experiences to SB in life but got a better outcome in the end. It's a bitter bit of jealousy and disdain that becomes stronger the more similar someone is to them. For example, a soldat dissenter would get more of a side glance from them compared to an agent dissenter. If that dissented soldat had a perfect experience where things barely went wrong for them, then SB would be quite a bit more upset with them then. Never forget that SB is a bit of a hater.
