You open LaDS to a completely silent game. No loading screen, no UI, just Sylus in Destiny Cafe. He stares directly at you for a few seconds, and right when you're about to restart your game to fix the bug, he walks closer and leans down. His right eye is glowing brighter than you've ever seen it before, with the bloom from its glow nearly obscuring your view of the eye itself.
"Take my hand."
He extends his hand, a circle on screen prompting you to tap it.
Something makes you hesitate. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your throat. You haven't seen anything about this mentioned online. Is it a new event? But if it was, then why did nothing have to download beforehand? Are you dreaming?
"Don't be shy, sweetie. It's rude to keep people waiting."
Something feels incredibly wrong here. You try to rationalize your instinctual unease, reasoning that it must be because you're worried something hacked your phone. You're starting to feel a bit dizzy.
Surely you'll find other LaDS fans freaking out on social media, right? You turn to check your computer, when you realize the screen has gone completely black, despite being plugged in. You hold down the power button, but no dice. A lightbulb in the hallway outside flickers and pops, shattering.
You startle and attempt to turn off your device, but nothing happens. Sylus raises an eyebrow.
"I don't mind a challenge. I'll stay here for as long as you like. Take my hand."
You hesitate for a few moments. Surely this is just a dream, none of this makes any sense. And if this isn't real, there's nothing wrong with taking the risk, right? You hold your finger over the screen, deliberating. Sylus's smirk widens.
Something You Do That Turns The LADS Men On (including Valko)
Caleb
Caleb loves when you look for him in crowded spaces, unconsciously craving the safety and familiarity of your childhood friend and adoptive brother. Your eyes scan the crowd nervously, shining in relief when they lock with violet ones. The way you scuttle over to him, grabbing for purchase on the side of his jacket or interlocking your fingers with his, makes his throat tighten and blood rush downwards. In the end, even your subconscious brain knows that he is the one for you. Only Caleb could protect you and keep you safe. The fact that you weren’t even aware of the way you gravitated towards him made him want to take you right there, whispering sweet nothings as he gives his meimei exactly what he knows she craves deep down.
Zayne
Zayne loves it when you actually heed his medical advice. He has plenty of problematic patients, ranging from elderly people who simply forget the things he has suggested to them, to people who, like you, are so busy that they forget to attend their appointments and take the medicine he prescribes them. So, when you actually prioritize your health, utilizing rest days when he suggests it, and taking all of your medication religiously, it makes him want to spoil you endlessly. Such a good girl, listening to her doctors orders so well. Seeing how you are able to follow instructions so perfectly, he wants to see you do so in the bedroom too. If not, he has ways of making you behave.
Xavier
Xavier loves when you reach for him in your sleep. He spends so much of his time sleeping, and it's his favorite when you join him, whether it's bedtime or simply a nap. Regardless of the time, he is on call for wanderers and that causes him to sometimes have to slip out of the bed while you are fast asleep. When your sleeping self feels the weight of the bed lift as he gets up, you can’t keep yourself from reaching out, fingers brushing the warm spot where Xavier used to be. Even in your sleep, you have the cutest pout when you realize he is gone. Sometimes Xavier waits to leave the room until you settle, your eyebrows unknitting as deep sleep claims you once more. You sweet girl, so lonely without him and longing for him to be beside you always. When he comes back he always rewards you with a treat for being so well behaved, pumping himself with one hand as he dives into your soft folds, your slick coating his nose and lips as he makes sure to make you finish at least twice for being so good and patient.
Sylus
Sylus loves it when you argue with him. In his brain, it's akin to a tiny kitten yowling at a dragon for being in its way. The way you glare at him, mouth set in a deep frown, before beginning to speak again, voice laced with venom and sweet sass, makes something deep within him purr. There you are, arguing with someone who not only dwarfs you in strength and power but also influence. What did you think you could do? Even though he knew you could never defeat him, in intellect or might, he loved to let you try. It was like a fly struggling in a spider’s web, only to become more caught. Sylus lets you think you won, before pinning you down, and showing you exactly who holds the power here.
Rafayel
Rafayel loves it when you prioritize him above all of your other responsibilities. Your friend asked you to a meal but you cancelled because you wanted to see him? He’s instantly hard. You are out on a date with him and Xavier texts you asking about going on a mission and you decline? You better find a bathroom or dressing room because he is inches away from bending you over right then and there and showing you what good little devotees get for being so obedient. This sea god requires a lot of attention, basically all you have, so when you provide it without him even having to ask, it’s like you induced his ebb right then and there. He is your god, your idol, and your mate, so what could be more important than him?
Valko
Valko loves it when you nuzzle your head against him. He always does it, both purposely and without realizing because of his wolfish instinct to make sure you smell like him. The poor boy can’t stop himself from scenting you constantly, the knowledge that you smell of him and only him making his tail wag in delight. What he didn’t expect to love so much was when you nuzzled him back. His sweet, perfect mate. The fact that you aren’t even a wolf like he is, but still find yourself snuggling yourself against the crook of his neck or cuddling into his hands when he cradles your face makes his mouth go dry and his rut threaten to start. Since you are going to act like such a good mate, it's only fair he breeds and knots you like one, no?
haii guys! hope you enjoyed! this is my first multi-chara post, so we will see how it goes :3 as always, thank you for the support and love on my fics! i hope you have a wonderful day, and remember to stay hydrated -kitty
summ. When the attacks start occurring in your small town, you end up having more to do with it than you originally thought. The cause of it is less pawsible (plausible) than anyone would think.
tags. red riding hood au, red riding hood!reader, village setting, semi historical?, but inaccurate probably, yandere caleb, reader is surprisingly chill with it, scent knk, caleb on his knees agenda, stalker!leb, fluff, slow build up but it's worth it i think, slight angst, comfort, mild g0re depictions, cursing, br33ding knk, oral (fem rec), p in v, plot twist u can probably see from miles away, p00sydrunk!Caleb, pathetic caleb, yearning
a/n. wowa this is my first fic in a WHILE. someone tell me why it takes me so long to write omg i rlly take my time don't I. anyways i was kinda hesitant to post this bc of the whole valko thing but this was in the drafts before his release so i'm posting it bc the girlies asked 🥹
w/c. 7k
Your front porch is empty.
The afternoon was melting into evening, meaning your bakery delivery should be awaiting on the steps right about now at the latest. It arrived once a week at the same time like clockwork. Or at least, it was supposed to.
A small frown tugs at your lips. You surely didn’t want to visit Grandma’s house with a half-empty basket of goods. But, your lovely grandmother only appreciates that you visit her regardless of what you bring. Still, you gather whatever fruit you have— plums, strawberries, and blackberries— and nestle them into your basket alongside the medicine.
The baker’s shop is just along the path, so you decide to stop along the way, if it means you’ll get some answers about the status of your goods. Your shiny black shoes are dirtying with each step you take on the paved road, kicking up dust as you go. But you pay it no mind; often do you take this path, and you’ve grown quite acquainted with the cobbler next door because of it who now shines your shoes for half the price.
It certainly feels like mid spring, with the sweet aroma of blooms a pleasant background during your stroll. The sun beams down on your signature cherry red hood. Bad habit as it might be, you’re often never seen without it, even if it means you sweat a bit underneath the cotton cloak. Your neighbors recognize your reddened figure immediately, even from a distance. They wave and smile and you return the gestures.
As you turn the corner, your leisurely pace slows further. There’s a murmuring of a rather panicked crowd that drowns out even the light chirping of birds. Your eyes flit about. There’s the Constable, some families from next door, and even ranchers from a few miles down south. Curious, you slide past a few anxious-looking villagers until you come to the steps of the baker’s shop they’re surrounding.
The large window that usually displays all your favorite sweets is shattered, and you can see the destruction of the interior, with various items toppled over from the counter as if there was a scuffle. Then, like a signature of whatever vicious artist painted this mess, there’s a claw-mark slashed into the wooden flooring. It is stained red.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. There’s been yet another attack.
Your little haven of a village has been experiencing them for a year now. First, a flurry of ranchers began complaining about the sudden loss of their sheep. Tens of corpses, they said, would be found in the morning, entirely gorged on by an insatiable beast. Village heads brushed it off as a larger wolf pack that must be passing through. Only, the killings persisted.
Next, it was the shepherd nearby who always offered you bottles of goat milk for only half an hour of light farm labor. His front door had been broken down, and he was found dead in bed with his hands bit off. That’s when it was resolved that this was no ordinary wolf the village was dealing with.
The third, you felt the most conflicted on. A shopkeeper had been found dead in a similarly gruesome fashion, mouth sliced open until it was unhinged form his jaw. You hardly knew him, didn’t want to after he repeatedly leered at you the last time you went to his shop, his thinly-veiled suggestions sending a cold chill of fear down your spine until you left empty handed and never returned since. Still, though you’d hardly wish such a horrid death on anyone, it was hard to feel very sorry for the man.
And now, the baker. You’d always order some of his fresh-baked, steamy loaves of bread to enjoy by yourself or with your Grandma. The selection of cakes he had was vaster than any other in the village. You spent so much time as a loyal customer that you were good acquaintances. And now he’s gone, too.
A few tears well up in your eyes.
Behind the sorrow, there’s aching guilt. A part of this is your fault. If you just hadn’t gone into the woods that night…
Your thoughts are cut off as the investigation continues.“…his eyes and nose were slashed clean off,” the watchman is muttering to the constable, and you truly wish you weren’t close enough to hear their conversation, because a fresh bout of nausea threatens you. You clutch your basket harder and will yourself to think of anything else.
“Little Red,” the watchman calls you, and you glance his way. “Are you on your way to your Grandmother’s house again? I suggest you wait at least a week. The woods may not be safe for you.”
You falter. Wait a week? The fruit and medicine in your basket will turn sour. She needs the nutrition sooner than later. Moreover, your Grandma will likely fret if you don’t visit her soon. She already worries too greatly about you, and such anxiousness is sure to contribute to her already-poor health.
“I cannot,” you insist, biting your lip. “She needs her medicine within a few days. And she will worry if I do not show.”
“Witnesses did say the wolf was seen fleeing east, so likely the opposite direction you’re headed,” the Constable chimes in.
“East? Let’s take our pitchforks and torches eastward and slay that beast,” a particularly rowdy rancher growls, and a few resounding cheers reveal just how enthusiastic the villagers are about ridding this curse for good. Your heart stammers. If they knew what you’ve done, would they brandish those pitchforks toward you, too?
The Constable only thinks to himself, before nodding once. “Little Red, go on, but be cautious. Likely no one is free to escort you if we’re to hunt down that beast. But the Hunter is out in those woods, too. Stop by his house on the way so he can ensure you’re safe.”
The Hunter. The worry alleviates a bit and blossoms into a sense of comfort. If anything can make you feel better, it’s the fact that the Hunter will be close.
You nod once, steel yourself, and set forth on the path again. The bustle of the village fades into the smattering of trees, expansive canopies darkening the trail and spiking your fear further. But you continue, humming a familiar tune to yourself that only you and the trees can hear.
It gets harder and harder to reign in your thoughts. You’re still shaken from what’s happened this morning, from the murder that took place while you were blissfully asleep just a few streets down. You duck your head until your hood blocks your peripheral vision if it means you’ll stop imagining beasts from the corners of your eyes.
There’s a crack of a tree branch that you barely hear underneath the rush of a sudden breeze. You freeze like a deer, dusted black shoes rooted to the ground. Nothing comes.
You will yourself to move after a long moment. For Grandma, you think. There’s no use in turning back now. Grandma needs her medicine.
Slowly, you continue trudging along, and decide to play a game. Indulging in the serenity of nature has always done wonders to calm you down, and even if said nature is frightening right now, you can still always look for the bright side.
You decide your game involves picking flowers in a specific order. It goes like this: you pick a pink flower, then a purple one, then a white one, without skipping a color. The spring showers have allowed a beautiful scattering of wildflowers to sprout alongside the path. And by the time you reach Grandma’s house, you’ll have a lovely bouquet to gift her.
It works, and you’re bounding happily down the path despite the looming darkness over you, absorbed in finding the next bloom. Purple, then white. You snatch up a pink one next and drop it into your basket with the others.
Repeat. Pink, purple, and white. The flowery mass in your basket grows. Pink, purple.
You don’t find a white even after many steps. The buds around you are every color— yellow, red, blue— except white. It’s silly, but a sort of competitiveness with yourself grows, and you find yourself wanting to continue the game.
You finally spot a white flower to your right, contrasting with the verdant grass that nearly hid it from your view. But it’s off the path, a few steps into the forest.
A hint of apprehensiveness grows. You know you’re not supposed to wander from the path. Grandma has instilled it into you herself. And with the incident this morning, getting lost is the last thing you should do.
You glance about as if anyone is around to reprimand you. But the flower is only about twenty feet away, and it’s not as though you’ll lose sight of the path when heading towards it. Your feet carry you towards it before you can second guess the decision.
Each quickening step you take matches your heartbeat. Maybe it’s dramatic, but you have always had rigid rules you’re made to follow, rules you’ve only broken once. Visit Grandma once a week. Buy from the baker every Sunday.
Never stray from the path.
But the thrill of breaking the rules is enough to keep you moving.
You halt in front of the flower and bend to pick it, skirts rustling blades of grass. Before you can rush back, there’s a sharp prick on your feet, and you wince, crouching to bat away whatever cruel insect has tried to suck your blood today. While you’re hunched over, your back is bared to the wilderness.
Just as you’re dropping the hard-earned flower into your basket, a hand grasps at your shoulder.
You shoot up, gasping and turning around. You must look like you’ve seen a ghost, with your wide eyes and paled face, because the figure backs away immediately.
You relax. It’s the Hunter. Your heart pounds now in a way that has nothing to do with fear.
“Caleb,” you blurt, and immediately cringe at how breathless and relieved you sound.
“Did I scare you?” he offers a warm smile, and you think you imagine the sun’s rays gleaming from behind him despite the darkened skies. You shake your head, though it’s an obvious lie.
His brow immediately knits in concern. “Little Red, why are you out at this time?”
“Oh, I’m visiting my Grandma,” you explain, gesturing to your basket.
“But after those attacks? Who approved this?”
The slight anger in his voice makes you blink in surprise. Caleb was rarely seen around the village, but when he wasn’t residing in his remote cabin in the woods or out hunting, even catching a glimpse at him was a treat for all the ladies in the village. With his broad shoulders and friendly smile, he was always a dream, helping out villagers to the point where he’s a favorite. You know the cobbler discounts him even more than you, but you cannot resent him. Even from the few times he’s aided you has the dreaminess caught up to you, too.
So, the ire in his tone has you blanking. “The constable did. He said the wolf went East, so I’d be fine, but to visit you along the way for my safety.”
Caleb relaxes, clutching the strap that holds the gun over his shoulder in place. “A good thing, to be sure.” He lifts his head up at the sky. Ominous black clouds are rolling in, and you can already feel a few fat droplets on your hood. It fills you with dread. You’ve never liked the rain.
He gestures you to follow him, beginning to move again. “It’s about to pour. You should come in for some time.”
You stay close behind his broad back, face heating. Come into his house? It’s not like you don’t trust him, but the thought makes you a little flustered. But the downpour is heavy enough to soak through your hood now, so you hurriedly catch up to him.
His cabin appears in a little clearing. It’s handsome and sturdy-looking, and the smoke above the chimney makes the home all the more appealing. You find yourself drawn into the warmth of it, even if it does mean you’ll be late to your Grandma’s.
A soft gasp spills from your lips as you enter the dimly lit interior. There are animal trophies all over the walls; mounted heads of large deer, foxes, mountain lions, and even a few bears. You knew he was an experienced hunter, the best in the village, if the rumors were true. But seeing it for yourself is almost astonishing.
“There are so many,” you exhale breathlessly, head tilted upwards to gaze at the animals. The flames flicker and make their glazed, lifeless eyes shine. “How do you manage to hunt this much when you’re so young?”
Caleb shuts the door behind you, smiling almost sheepishly. “I practice a lot. Besides, hunting is almost all I do. Let me take your cloak.”
You repress a shudder as he steps in front of you, gently slipping off your hood and hanging it up. His gaze remains intense on your face a moment too long and you’re quick to turn away so you can breathe again.
“But there are no wolves,” you note, eyebrows knitting together. “Are wolves really so elusive in our village? No one has caught the beast, yet, either.”
He mounts his gun on the wall and pushes a hand through his brown hair, ears pinkening. “I simply haven’t ran into any wolves while hunting. They are rare.”
“Ah.” You perch hesitantly on his loveseat, warmth of the hearth chasing away any chill from the rain. You blink up at him. “So you haven’t seen the beast then. I wonder how many more lives will be taken before this finally ends.”
You don’t mean to sour the mood within your first conversation with Caleb in weeks, but it’s hard to stop your tone from taking a somber lilt. The aching emptiness in your basket where your loafs would usually be weighs the loss of a fellow villager heavily on your conscience.
He’s silent for a long moment, before joining you on the loveseat in a hesitant manner. “The baker…did you know him, personally?”
You nod. “I did. I don’t mean to bring down our spirits, though…”
“Not at all.” Caleb is quick to scoot closer to you, before he falters at his own eagerness. “You can talk to me about anything, Little Red.”
You bite your lip, suddenly wishing you still wore your hood if it meant being shielded from his attentive eyes. “I was curious as to why my bread hadn’t arrived on my doorstep this morning. When I went to visit the baker’s shop, it was completely destroyed.”
He looks wounded. “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head. “It is not as though it’s your fault. Thank you for all you do, protecting the village and helping around. I actually really admire you, to be frank.”
Caleb lights up immediately, a shy smile forming on his handsome face. “Really?”
“Yes,” you laugh, finding the way he perks up to be endearing. It’s at odds with how collected he is when he’s carrying rolls of hay for you or helping tow some of your groceries.
“Oh,” he clears his throat, looking down at his lap. He almost seems awkward even in his own house. His eyes dart to your basket, eyebrows raising. “Does your Grandma enjoy flowers?”
“Yes. But it’s mainly me who enjoys picking them.”
“Cute,” he murmurs so softly to himself that you have to pretend like you don’t hear it, cheeks pinkening. Then Caleb’s skillful hands are collecting the flowers. “Let me tie a bouquet for you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to—”
A pretty red bow is already securing them together. “There,” his fingers caress the silk reverently. “It’s done.”
“Thank you,” you beam, unable to keep the giddy grin off your face. It’s not often that the village heartthrob gifts you a bow. Until you remind yourself the bow is technically for Grandma and not you. You laugh to yourself as you imagine how wooed Grandma would be when you tell her the bow is from Hunter Caleb himself.
His violet eyes are pinned onto you, enraptured and impossibly soft. Now it’s your turn to clear your throat and shift, embarrassed. Your face is so red that you might be mistaken for the bow’s twin.
“Oh, and you should also take these with you,” Caleb’s standing and bringing over a bucket of his own. Apples, deep crimson and glossy, fill the container. He puts a handful into your basket.
“Thank you,” you gush for what seems like the nth time, feeling more than indebted. It’s a simple offering, but for some reason, the gesture feels deeper than what meets the eye.
“Your favorite,” he hums, bright eyes creased. “I just picked them fresh off the tree just yesterday, and now here you are. What perfect timing.”
You don’t exactly think you’re supposed to be hearing that last part, with the way he sounds giddy when mumbling it to himself, but you feel touched anyways. “That’s very thoughtful,” you say, but something nags at you. “But…how did you guess apples were my favorite?”
Caleb blinks, grin faltering.
“They’re red, and red is your signature color. I just assumed.”
Butterflies flutter pleasantly in your stomach. He’s thought about the little details about you, like what fruit you like. Hope soars through you when you wonder if your one-sided attraction towards him might be more reciprocated than you thought.
“You guessed right,” but then your foot stings, and you’re suddenly reminded of the insect that’d bitten you when you strayed off the path. The bare bridge of your foot is mildly pink and swollen, and you cannot repress a hiss.
Caleb’s on his feet in a second, returning with some salve. “You should have said something earlier. Now, don’t touch it. I need to disinfect it.”
You watch him, a bit panicked, as he kneels in front of you and slides off your dusted black shoes. “It’s quite alright, I won’t ask you to do that—”
“Shh,” he’s already taken your foot in his warm grasp, and you swear your heart might pop out of your chest. “Oh, poor thing. It must burn.”
“You’ve done a great deal for me already,” you blurt, eyes as wide as saucers. Was he just a very generous host, and doted this greatly on all of his guests? But then, you realize, he likely has little visitors this deep in the woods. You almost pity him a little, for he’s obviously very keen on being helpful, and he must not have any opportunity to be unless he’s in the village. You resignedly let him cup your foot in his palm.
“Nonsense. You’ve done far more for me.” He gently rubs the salve on and it immediately cools your inflamed skin.
Huh? You blink, trying to think about what he must be referring to. Your mind comes up blank, but maybe it’s because there’s a ridiculously handsome man at your feet.
“Better?” Caleb’s looking up at you expectantly, and you’re jerked out of your thoughts.
“Yes,” you say, and you’re about to thank him again but hold your tongue lest you sound repetitive.
You expect him to slide your shoe back on. He doesn’t. Instead, he remains kneeling, thumbs stroking your sole so reverently that it tickles.
“It looks like the rain won’t be letting up tonight,” notes Caleb, as the steady pitter patter on the windows echoes throughout the house. The fire flickers dangerously and threatens to delve the entire cabin into darkness, before flaring up again victoriously. You release a breath, a sudden flash of lightning putting you on edge.
“Does that mean I have to stay?” You cannot keep the apprehensiveness from the question. Simply put, staying the night in a man’s house is nothing short of inappropriate. But you know with a beast on the loose and a chaotic storm outside, it’s ironically the only acceptable option.
“I’m afraid so.” Thankfully, Caleb straightens again and releases your foot from his grasp, settling beside you. “You’ll have to visit your Grandma in the morning. It’s dangerous to leave the house now.”
You nod, suddenly self conscious of how his arm brushes yours. He’s so big. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows and reveals a tantalizing stretch of strong, veiny forearms. Your throat dips with a heavy swallow as you realize the implications of spending a night here.
“Caleb,” your eyes are half lidded when you turn to look at him. “Do you ever get…lonely here, so deep in these woods? Or scared?”
He stares at you for a long moment. “No. I often have company.”
“Oh,” you can only say, off guard. What kind of company could he possibly have out here? A lady?
“The animals,” he clarifies with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “As for being scared…I can protect myself.”
Thunder cracks like a whip, and you jump. Caleb notices, eyebrows knitting together.
“And you, Little Red?” Lightning flashes again, illuminating his clenched jaw for only a split second. Another roll of thunder almost drowns out his next words. “What are you scared of?”
The fire is dying out slowly now, embers glowing faintly in the darkened cabin. “Storms,” you admit, after a second of considering if you should tell him. “I’m scared of thunderstorms. And…wolves.”
His eyes narrow. “Wolves.” He places his palm against your back when you flinch at the wailing wind outside. The heat of it is searing even through your shirt. “Have you ever…seen one?”
You lick your lips, throat tightening. It was seemingly a harmless question on the surface, one villagers would whisper to each other like folktales. But the way he asked it was as if he was digging for something. Like he knew.
You shake your head and spit out the lie you’ve told yourself for almost a year. “No.”
Only your voice quivers on the one word under the violet stare latched onto your face. His next words are like claws shredding your thinly-veiled lie to pieces. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” your reply is just as insistent and breathy as his own. Your chest tightens. Why was he questioning you like this? Did he find out?
Caleb stares at you for a long moment, and you hold your breath. He doesn’t appear accusing, just… knowing.
“Alright,” he accepts, and your body slumps slightly in relief. You’re about to change the topic when his nose suddenly brushes your temple.
“What scares you about wolves?” He rasps into your hair, slowly nuzzling his cheek against your head. You freeze, cheeks burning. He sounds indulgent and teasing, and it has you squeezing your thighs together.
“Their claws,” you stammer, butterflies exploding in your abdomen when you hear him inhale.
“Their hands?” Caleb’s lips brush the shell of your ear and all your nerves feel as if they’ve been shocked. A whimper spills from your lips. His other hand raises to slide from your shoulder to your forearm, eliciting goosebumps in its wake.
“Yes,” you blink dazedly. He’s so close, practically on top of you on this loveseat. When did he move closer? What was he doing? The warmth seeping from his body is enough to remind you that this is against the rules. Grandma would be mortified if she saw you letting him touch you like this. Yet, instead of shame, you only feel exhilaration.
“And their teeth, and jaws,” you add, shivering when his lips move to your cheek, grazing the soft flesh.
“Their mouths,” he clarifies, and you nod again, hands clutching the edge of the cushion you sit on. The warmth of want spreads through you so quickly you don’t think you can hold back anymore. You turn your head slightly, meeting his half-lidded gaze, and let your lips brush his.
Caleb reels back as if burned.
You stare at him as he lifts himself off of you slightly and turns to look out the window, up at the cloudy sky barely illuminated by the moon, where thunder clouds roll out quickly towards the east. Your mouth goes dry when he finally turns to look at you. With pity.
“I apologize, I seem to have misunderstood,” you babble, lip trembling with humiliation. “Uh, I shouldn’t have…that you wanted me.”
Your heart clenches with every stuttered word and you move to get up off the loveseat. You don’t get far before a hand is cupping your face and Caleb slots his lips over yours.
“How could you think,” chu, “that I don’t want you?”
You don’t get a chance to even reply before he’s kissing you again, suckling and licking and biting into your mouth with a fervor that leaves you breathless. You remain frozen for a moment, before kissing back meekly, your own passion a flame compared to his ravenous fire.
“I’ve been holding back for so long, worried I’d scare you,” Caleb pants as he drags his tongue across your bottom lip. His lips connect with yours over and over again, until you’re both dizzy and dazed with lust, as if he cannot bear to part for even a second.
“Caleb,” you can only say, blinking past the fog of arousal.
“Hah, you smell so good,” he blurts, sniffing against your neck. “Need to taste.”
You nod along, and he drops to his knees instantly. Caleb gazes up at you, eyes drinking up the sight of you like this. His large palms make you shiver when they slide under your skirt, skimming your soft thighs and slowly slipping off your panties. A sigh escapes him as he watches the way your arousal clings to the fabric, and he licks his lips.
Then he’s bunching up your skirt around your hips and burying his face against your pussy.
You cry out, clutching the edge of the loveseat underneath you for purchase, as Caleb eats at you like you’re his favorite meal. His slimy tongue curls again and again round your hole, before he presses the flat of it wholly against your clit, the rough buds against your slippery folds creating a friction so delicious you moan.
His lips latch onto your clit and suck cruelly like it’s hard candy, violet eyes peering at you underneath his dark lashes. Your legs kick out, feet flexing as you attempt to not scream at the pleasure.
He’s drooling, chin shiny with your wetness and his own saliva. He grinds his nose against the sticky folds and inhales, eyes rolling black in bliss. “Fuck, y’smell so good,” he rumbles against your pussy.
You flush bright red, cunt fluttering against his tongue.
Caleb makes a keening sort of sound, like a whine. You glance down at the man between your legs, vision foggy with pleasure. It’s almost hypnotic, the way he eagerly sucks and laps at your cunt, the hot pleasure making your toes curl and legs tremble over his shoulders. The fuzziness almost makes you miss the sharp glint of his canines catching under the moonlight.
Almost.
You blink, eyebrows furrowing in mild confusion, but all thoughts turn to mush when his tongue pushes past that tight ring of muscle, delving into your pussy and nudging your walls with a lewd squelch.
You wail, hands flying down to tangle in his brown locks. Your hips move on their own until you’re practically grinding down on his face. Caleb moans appreciatively against your clit, and you fist his hair tighter.
His hair is just as silky and soft underneath your fingers as you’d imagined. Then something twitches in your grip.
You drag your gaze downwards, gently unfurling your hands. At first you think the odd shape on his head is the result of you messing up his hair. But then you look closer, and see the pointy, unmistakable silhouette of ears. Animal-like ears.
Caleb doesn’t notice your growing panic, lost in the taste of you, eyes shut with bliss. All the while, your pleasure dissolves into a heavy tightness in your chest. There’s a flurry of movement just behind his kneeling figure, swaying back and forth animatedly— a tail.
A gasp is wrenched from your throat, and your foot pushes at his shoulder. The moonlight streaks brightly into the cabin, spilling past the window panes. It illuminates the predator between your legs like a warning.
Caleb’s eyes snap to yours at the nudge, dark and hungry. He blinks and his gaze rounds, probably at the shell-shocked expression you wear.
“What’s wrong?” He breathes. You stay silent, barely even breathing.
His hands dart to hover over his head. You watch as an expression of horrid realization dawns on his face, and it’s enough of an indicator that this is real.
You cry out, crawling backwards on the loveseat, clumsily trapping yourself in the nook. Your legs kick out in warning when he reaches for you.
“Little Red,” he pants, lovesick smile twisting his face. It’s supposed to be reassuring, but it looks hysterical. “It’s not— let me explain.”
“Don’t kill me,” you hiccup, voice seizing.
“Baby, never,” Caleb coos, eyebrows knitting together. “I’d never hurt you, my love.”
The passionate words just serve to make you more unsettled, and you shuffle back more, not taking your eyes off him for a second. “Did you…lure me here, to—”
“No, no, I’m sorry,” he rasps, fluffy ears pinned down to his head. His expression drops into a sullen one, lips still glossy with your arousal tugging downwards into a pout. You snap your thighs shut, cunt still uncomfortably damp. “I never wanted you to find out like this. I didn’t want to lie, I just…”
Your eyes dart to the door.
“I did it all for you!” Caleb blurts, chest heaving. His pupils are blown so wide, his eyes are nearly black. They glossily reflect the full moon beaming through the window. “It’s all for you. The—that shepherd, he was planning to hurt you. If you knew why he kept luring you to his ranch…” His tone trails off darkly and his fists clench.
“And, the man who ran that shop, that scum said all those disgusting things to you. I couldn’t stand the idea of his filth touching you, even in words. The baker, he’d deliver your goods late at night, as an excuse to try and peek through your windows and watch you.” He’s rambling so fast you can barely register his words. His breathing gets heavier with every sentence, and his fluffy tail sweeps against the floor anxiously.
“And how do you know all that?” You question breathlessly, head spinning.
Caleb gapes, mouth dropping as he attempts to formulate a response. “Well, I— I…I follow you sometimes, just to—”
“Why?” You cry.
“You know why,” Caleb crawls closer, and despite your yelp of protest, clutches your leg again. He only caresses your skin, but one glance at his dauntingly sharp fingernails has you freezing again. “That night. I know you remember, honey.”
The night that you’ve been trying to forget, that you’ve held against yourself for so long. Maybe you shouldn’t have left the house at all, but the whimpers just outside your window were too loud to ignore. Lying there, curled up against a tree, was a figure of some sort. You thought it an animal, with its fur and keening sounds, yet it was too dark, and the creature was covered in too much mud, for you to make out what it could be. All you could sense was that it was different, and wrongly large.
“Apples,” a breath escapes him, half laugh and half sigh, as if he’s recounting his favorite memory and not one of a near death experience. “You brought me a basket of apples, and said, ‘Here, I don’t have anything else in my home, as the market is tomorrow. But apples are very healthy. Eat them and you’ll feel better.’”
You swallow thickly, staring at him as he recites you word for word.
“One of the ranchers had gotten me good, bullet straight in my chest. I was alone and new to my…transformations, so I couldn’t help devouring all his sheep. I barely managed to flee a mile before collapsing.” Caleb reverently cups your leg with both hands, eyes crinkling as he continues. “But then, like an angel, you came. You offered your kindness, even to an animal like me. Even in my state, I took one look at your red hood and vowed to keep you safe.”
A choked sound escapes you. You’d suspected the beast you’d helped to be the same to later wreak havoc on your town, but for it to be a man? Caleb?
“I love you,” he continues, shifting a bit on his knees. The new position reveals the outline of his arousal pressing needily through his pants, and your stomach flips. “I love you, I love you, I love you—”
A flush burns your cheeks. “Caleb—”
“Please don’t leave, it’s dangerous outside,” he finishes quietly, forehead resting to your knee.
You sit in silence for what feels like eternity, the only sound being the howling wind and Caleb’s ragged breath against your skin. Then your hand drifts low, cupping his ear and petting the velvet fur.
His breath hitches, watery puppy-eyes raising to stare at you. He tilts his head into your touch, lips parting.
“I won’t leave,” you decide with so much certainty it shocks even yourself.
Caleb blinks, before his face splits into a blinding smile, sharp canines poking past his lips. “You…you’ll stay?”
You nod, and he hesitantly straightens, perching next to you. “Thank you,” he leans over you, face looming. “Thank you—”
You kiss him again, and he returns it eagerly, teeth grazing your sensitive lips before licking over it soothingly. His tail thumps rapidly against your leg, hands squeezing every bit of flesh they find. You squeal as he grinds into you seemingly unconsciously, the friction of his clothed erection nudging your clit through your skirt making you cream.
“Hahh, Little Red,” he whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling. He lets out another sound, tongue laving across your throat, before his teeth nip your skin. “You smell, and taste…so good.”
Your legs wrap around his waist, and your skirt bunches up at your hips, baring your bare cunt to his movements. His rough trousers grind against your pussy deliciously, smearing your arousal on his clothes lewdly. It’s like he can’t choose; Caleb nips and sucks at your neck, then peppers your face in gentle kisses, before returning to your lips again in a kiss so messy you’d think him an entirely different person.
“Caleb,” your needy whine rivals his own, and your hands trail lower, sliding under his shirt. “I need you, please!”
“P-poor thing,” he tuts, wasting no time in tugging off his shirt. Your eyes rave him greedily, fingers caress down the toned expanse of his abdomen, lingering suggestively near his happy trail. Caleb’s chest heaves with a shudder. “I, ah, left you all needy, huh?”
His hands slips under your skirt and between your thighs, thumb dragging through your wet slit, a teasing touch that makes your legs jerk. “Don’t worry. Caleb will take care of you.”
The clink of his belt buckle sends a shiver of delight up your spine. A flush glows on his cheeks as you stare down at his red, needy cock, which jerks at your attention. Caleb’s abs clench when your soft, small hand wraps around the head, thumbing the weeping tip gently.
“Fuck,” he gasps, eyebrows knitting together. “Nghh! Don’t do that, I’m gonna cum—”
“Then cum,” you giggle, though it’s hard to tease him when your thighs press together eagerly at the sight of him this pathetic.
“No,” he huffs, low and sharp, hiking your leg over his shoulder. “All my cum, hah, needs to go inside you. Need to fill this pussy up, wanna breed you,” Caleb babbles, sharpened canine biting his lip as he stares down at your naked folds.
You inhale, humorous disposition melting into arousal.
Caleb taps his tip against your clit with a lewd click, and you mewl at the slight stimulation. He glides his veiny shaft against your swollen folds, rubbing the bundle of nerves, smearing your sticky arousal all over him.
His shroomy head finally nudges the entrance of your pussy, and you tense, clenching around nothing. Caleb coos, lips skimming your cheekbone.
“Big stretch, yeah?” You nod along, nails already digging crescent moons into his back. He pushes past the tight ring of muscle, and you immediately seize up at the burning stretch, gasping.
“Shit, hah, just relax, angel,” he grits, jaw slacking at the feel of your warm walls gripping him, eyebrows drawn together in bliss. “Fuck, baby, gonna need you to let me in.”
You take a breath, stomach heaving, as he slips in with a pop. He feeds you more, and more yet. Just when you think he’s done, cock pressing so snugly inside you, he pushes in yet another inch, bottoming out.
Slow, leisurely rocks of his hips are quickening until he’s already pounding deep into you, pulling all the way out before bottoming into you with a force that has you squealing. His pelvis slams into your thighs with wet plaps, stinging the flesh pink.
Your pussy flutters and sucks him in greedily, the way he shoves at your g-spot sparking white-hot tingles through your lower belly. It’s hard to control your pitched whimpers, swollen lips parting as you struggle to steady your breathing.
Caleb looks gone, eyes glazed and fixated on your face only. Pants and groans spill from his parted lips like liquor, drunk entirely on your pussy.
Then, like he wasn’t deep enough already— he grabs your other leg and hikes it over his shoulder, folding you into a cruel mating press.
“Cay-leb!” You hiccup at the new angle, tears dotting your lashes as his cock pushes impossibly deeper, drilling into your cervix so hard you see stars.
“It would drive me insane,” he growls against your ear, before nipping the shell, “how you’d smell like everyone else.”
“Now, you smell like me. Mine,” Caleb’s hips pick up, and you can only lay there pliantly, toes curling as his gooey tip rams into your g-spot again and again. “My cute little mate.”
The croon goes straight to your head and you blink fuzzily, a fresh wave of heat flooding your cheeks. “Fuck, you’re so cute, hugging me so snugly,” Caleb presses a sweet kiss to your lips, before his mouth latches to your neck again, and you whine weakly as he sucks yet another possessive mark onto your skin. “Wanna keep you here forever. In these woods, where no one can touch you again.”
The words should ignite fear in you, especially coming from the beast you’ve feared for so long now— but you can only feel a wanton sort of desire.
“Yes,” you blurt, hands running through his messy locks as you rest your forehead against yours. “Nghh! Yes, Caleb, I’m yours.”
Caleb’s ruthless pace doesn’t slow, even as he blinks slowly and then beams, tail swishing happily behind him. “Yeah, hah,” he dots kisses across your nose, gentle contrast to the lewd way his cock batters your poor pussy into a sticky mess, “knew we were fated. You’re my, mm, perfect mate. My angel.”
His cock thrusts in and out of you so fast, kissing your nerves until a white-hot pleasure mounts to a peak. Your cunt forms a frothy ring around him, stretched so tightly over his cock, like it’s trying to suck him in and never let go.
“I’m gonna cum,” you pant, hands batting at his abs. “Please—”
As soon as his fingers stray down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud with tight circles, you cum, clenching hard around Caleb’s cock, soaking him with your arousal. Your thighs quake over his shoulders as he thrusts once, twice— before pressing deep in you and cumming, hot essence flooding your walls.
“Ah,” Caleb gasps and whines, eyes widening for a fraction at the way your pussy flutters around his spent cock. His hips stutter and he collapses lightly on top of you, nuzzling tiredly into your hair.
You both lay there for minutes, panting and sweaty. Caleb whines lightly and presses his nose to your skin again, arms banded around your body till he’s so tightly pressed to you, you’d think he’s trying to fuse you together.
He’s still inside you, but neither of you complain about the wet sticky mess between you two just yet, content to lay there in each other’s arms.
Caleb lifts his head and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, rousing you from your slight sleepiness. “Little Red. We’ll have to go to your Grandma’s tomorrow morning, then.”
A pang of guilt hits you when you remember your initial purpose of loitering in these woods in the first place. “Yes. Of course.” You pause. “We?”
He shuffles a bit on top of you, attempting to hide his flushed face against your breast. “Well… I thought I’d go with you.”
“Why?” You tug playfully at his ear and he melts instantly, relenting.
“So you can introduce me.”
“Introduce you?” You cast one look at Caleb’s sheepish expression and smile fondly.
“Yes, I will. I’ll introduce you as my boyfriend.”
Caleb’s face splits into a grin and his tail thumps against the cushions at that, and as he’s on you again, peppering ticklish kisses across your neck, your giggles ring out in the warm cabin.
I love the concept idea of the lads men falling in love with non mc reader just because of how normal we are, how indifferent and casual we are.
How we just go with the flow in our life be it at work or with our hobbies.
Now how exactly did you meet them? Well you’ve known mc since highschool and of course your acquaintance with Caleb if you could even call it that. That also made you familiar with Zayne who you sometimes hang around be it at a cafe or at his office.
Then you become acquainted with Xavier, Rafayel and sylus. Of course your off put by the variety of men your friend is attracting but who are you to judge? As long as she’s happy you won’t pry.
But you can clearly see the enourmed look they each have for her, like she’s the light in the darkness the sun to their moon.
But you just go with the flow missing how often she seems to be staying at your place, and how often each of the men text you. It varies from asking about mc and her interests to then asking about you.
It was off putting on how they once seemed to revolve around mc to then revolving around you.
How whenever you seem to go out, you run into atleast one of them be it Caleb of rafayel. And more often than not they would drop by your place under the guise of checking in.
But you are none the wiser, maybe that’s what made them so obsessed with you, how you don’t seem to care or notice certain things, how you don’t seem to over analyze or nitpick.
You just exist and that seems enough for these men.
Ps: mc totally did not try and push the lads men into their obsession! She just wants you to be happy is all!!! And what better way than to push you into the arms of the people that claim they love her the most! She’s killing two birds in one stone.
AITA: I Kidnapped My Childhood Crush and Got Her Pregnant!
Summary: You run from Caleb after being kidnapped for a year. He finds out and brings you right back.
Content Warning: Drugging, Past Somnophilia, DubCon, Breeding, condescending caleb, mocking, mirror sex, manhandling, Yandere caleb, kidnapping, pussy eating, overstim, Rough sex, intimidation tactics, manipulation, Big Dick Caleb, mouth covering, you’re lwk a sick freak in this too…hair tugging, Uniform sex, slight hate sex…? Threats of humiliation, Threats in general he’s crazy, obsessive behavior, power imbalance? He’s a government worker so..
A/N: Also on ao3 yay
Caleb was a man of control, whether or not he was controlling himself or others- he was always in control. This did not stop. Even for you. If anything- it doubled.
Everything had his input whether you liked it or not, as any good boyfriend would. You liked to gripe and whine that he was nothing of the sort, and you were ‘not dating his crazy ass’, but– you didn’t know anything, nor did you know what was good for you.
You couldn't even lock your windows properly to keep strangers out. Not that he’s a stranger, besides- he would have gotten in anyway.
This really sets the scene for how upset he was at you. Just plain unhappy, how could you be so stupid?
Going out without explicit say so from him, god you’re so ungrateful.
He walked down the halls with a mission, the same air of authority he always had. Maybe the uniform made him seem like you just had to listen to him- Obey. His subordinates, at least the ones you’d seen that day, seemed too rigid- too fearful, to be anything but practiced..-Learned obedience. Obedience bred by fear was something he swore by when it came to his work.
Maybe it was time to apply it to you too.
His footfalls were heavy, hard to miss, impossible to ignore. Maybe that’s what the sense of foreboding was in your dreams, it’s too foggy to tell.
Caleb turned the knob and opened it to a crack. No sounds, lights off. Ah, so you’re still sleeping. Poor you, so sleepy, so tired after a day of disobeying any rule he set.
But, it’s not like he could be entirely too mad that you took the bait. Yea, sure— he set you up. He just wanted to see if you’d be desperate enough to think he’d be so stupid as to lighten up his security measures. The cameras that were way too obvious being turned off, yet the ones that weren't the camera staged as a doorknob, the one pretending to be a flower bud, even the one posing as a damn charging port? They were very much still on.
But everything else seemed to just be gone! Lucky you..! Except the bolted shut windows, the bullet proof military grade windows you couldn’t dream of shattering, the metal kitchen door to keep you away from the knives and glass, the lack of sharp edges never made a reappearance in the house either. The damn thing was basically baby proofed to hell and back. All with the goal of keeping you here. Keeping you safe. And you found a way out through pure dumb luck. Planned dumb luck.
The one day he decided to test you by very simply leaving the door unlocked. (ignoring the 12 security systems and pass codes set in place when you come within 2 feet of it and even attempt to open it.)
And you took the bait. And you had the audacity to sleep after it all.
Oh, he was going to fucking ruin you for this.
Each step closer toward your bed echoed from the heavy boots he wore. Boots he trudged through blood in.
He bent down, crouched at your side and ran his fingers lightly above your neck. He ‘ought to leash you, really.
You’d gone out. Sure, the moment you left you were never actually gone. All under his surveillance and tracking. He saw everything— but.. what if you’d gotten hurt, hm? What would poor Gege do? Extensive measures might have to be taken, then. Like the vulnerable kitten who just kept trying to escape when you were both young.
The truth is, you weren't sleeping. And you sure as hell weren’t unaware, he made sure of that. He wanted you to know what was going to happen to you, and know you deserved it. The type of man he is wasn't an ethical one. He wasn’t above anything, and that meant being a good Gege and giving his sweet girl some water when she returns home from her little escapade.
He drugged your water. Clearly. Just enough to knock you out for the day, light shit. He could have very well gotten you light headed, babbling and mushy brained- but where’s the fun in that?
“Gege’s home.. T’awww, my sleepy girl, yeah? Long day..?”
You woke up from your bout of drug induced unconsciousness, already fed up with him. You should have known it was too good to be true. A door unlocked? In this house? Really..? Fuck, you walked right into it with the lone glass of water you knew damn well wasn’t there when you left. But you were so thirsty and everything was suspiciously out of all their stock all of a sudden after just a couple customers or closed. Like.. everything. There would be customers buying things leisurely, yet the moment you strolled up to get something, they were out.
Yes, he did pay off (read; threaten) every shop runner to close down for the day, either that or refuse you service the moment they recognized you.
You didn’t respond to him taunting you, it seemed like every word you spoke up until now only fueled him and his fucked up head.
“Mute now, hm? I didn't drug you up that much.. I don’t think so, at least.”
He trailed his hands down your back, rubbing up and down as if he were soothing you, but it only felt like a threat.
Each stroke of his hand across your body had a purpose you couldn’t quite make out yet. A reminder of sorts.
“Been thinkin’ Pip. Real hard, so try and understand. If I were… to.. say- impair you, that would make you easier to manage, yeah?”
That got a reaction out of you.
“Caleb, stop talking like that— isn’t this whole sick thing just to keep me ‘unharmed’” you rushed it out as if any second later would have gotten you killed. Maybe it would have. It was like a hostage situation and you had to talk him down before he got any funny ideas.
“Well, calm down, I didn’t say I was going to. N’ I said I was thinking. Am I not allowed to think?”
Unfortunately for you, his ideas were about to get hilarious.
Saying no would imply you’re setting a boundary and he would get mad. Saying yes would imply he could think up whatever sick shit he wanted and you’d be on board and he would get trigger happy. You lost either way, so you said nothing.
–Which implied that you 100 percent wanted what he hadn’t even said out loud yet. Caleb logic.
He flipped a switch in a second and suddenly your chest is on the mattress and he has your wrists in a one handed grip. Combined with his weight pressing down onto you made it impossible to even imagine escaping.
He pressed even more weight on your body, leaving down until his chest met your back, his head coming to the side of your face, making sure you heard him loud and clear.
“That means i’ve gotta’ breed you ‘till you take. Then you can never leave. I'm gonna keep you here, and so will your body.”
As he says this his hands snake around and under your body, laying his forearm under your hips and pulling them up with him, giving him access to your shorts. His chest being to your back made the sense of foreboding that much more potent, you couldn’t read his face because you simply couldn’t see it.
His fingers unbutton your pants and slide them down
“Gonna let me do this? ‘Gonna let Gege make you his? He’s doing this for you. For your own good..”
“Is gege scaring you? Hm?”
If you say no, he’s only going to up the ante. If you say yes, it’s going to go to his head and he’s gonna get trigger happy. So you just moan as he grinds into your panties.
That moan must mean this excites you. And it does. Not that you’d ever admit that to this sick fuck. But if you’re enjoying it to an extent— what does that make you?
C’mon, he’s hot, you’ve known him 99% of your life, and you’ve had the hots for him since you were 16, it was just a crush back then. Just a crush.
For him it was so much more. It was an obsession in a ‘family’ shaped bottle, sure, he wanted to be a kind figure in your life– but he also wanted to be the only figure in your life. He didn’t want to be family, or friends, he wanted to be yours and that wasn't possible as long as he was who he was. At least without all the faux kind smiles and calm demeanor. He was always like this. The incident just gave him the perfect excuse to unleash it.
Each roll of his hips into yours just pushed you into arousal further and further, sue you- you liked it, big whoop.
Each time he touched you, it was like wrestling with Satan the way you tried to deny how much you wanted him- it’s just the way he goes about it that unsettled you. But you didn’t even know the half of it.
You moaned when his fingers began to circle your clit, rubbing feather light like it was barely there only to press down, making your hips draw back into his.
The sounds of his huffs against your ear only heightened your pleasure, God- he sounded so fucking good, panting like a damn dog every time he laid a hand on you, hips rolling wildly. The texture of his clothed bulge against your bare pussy was a contrast as delicious as any.
He starts to suck on and kiss your neck, licking with no direction, just pure instinct. The need for him to leave some kind of mark on your was unbearable for him- he couldn't ignore an opportunity to boost his ego.
“Fuck, pip- so sweet for me, so fuckin’ sweet..”
The filth and praise he whispered in your ear as his fingers swirled slowly was intoxicating. He was so fucking intoxicating.
“Gonna go faster, baby, faster. Gonna make you cum.” and he did. He went so much faster. His fingers jerked back and forth under you as his panting increased. You writhed as you sank your face further into the bed, only getting so far before he gripped your jaw and forced your head to the side. “Don't hide, you don’t hide from it. From me.”
The squelching and obscene noises he was ripping from your soaked cunt was something you never thought possible, his fingers gliding along your wetness making sounds that filled up the room.
“That’s it baby, louder. Louder.” he goaded. Egging you to get louder and louder until even the cameras in the garage could pick it up. All so he could watch it back later.
The pressure building up inside of you was hard to ignore, and he knew it. Fingers going impossible faster as your pussy drooled onto the sheets under you, staining them for the near future. Knowing the sick fuck- he’d probably fold ‘em up and put it in a display case.
His panting turned into moans as he felt you dripping all over his fingers, they merged into incredulous laughs. “Shit, baby- gonna fuckin’ cum, hm? I know…”
Your whines got higher and higher until the pressure snapped like a rope holding a truck.
Liquid squirting out of your cunt like a waterfall, pooling in his hands and onto the sheets.
Caleb groaned as your juices warmed his hands, fingers rubbing into your slit lazily just to hear the sounds your pussy would make. She always made such delicious sounds.
The gloves of his uniform now covered in your slick and cum, he leans back to teeth them off. His chest no longer on your back as he sat up on his knees, yet his hips never left yours.
“M’not done yet, Pip. not yet..”
Gloves tossed to the side, he shoves his coat aside to get to his heavy belt buckle. The tingle and clink of every movement just made you clench around nothing. Through the loop, and pull. ‘Clank!’ The belt fell.
‘Ziiiip.’ His fly was undone.
And suddenly his bare cock was resting on your back. Fuck– no matter how many times you saw it, it never got less daunting just how big it was.
He gripped his cock by the tip, thumb pressing up against the head as he dragged it down your ass and to your waiting cunt.
The way he rubbed it up and down, and up.. And down- Fuck.
He moaned and lolled his head to the side, as if getting every angle to his dick dipping between your folds just barely only to pull back, the strings of your last orgasm connecting you each time you pulled away.
Caleb's hands came to grips your ass, spreading it to make way for his cock. Kneading and squeezing wherever he wanted. He gripped lower to your thighs, spreading them to see your pussy throbbing with need.
You arched into his touch, desperate for anything.
He suddenly ceased all movement, his hands leaving you as he dragged you by the legs to the edge of the bed.
“Shh, to the side– there you go, look to the side.”
It was you. In the mirror you’d forgotten was there, a tall wide mirror on the side of the bed. The scene it replicated was like drugs to Caleb. Fuck that deer in headlights look you had, the way his cock prodded against your cunt, the strings of cum dripping to the floor, the arch– all of it tightened his balls and now he was sure. He was going to breed you silly.
He pulls himself away from you, slowly getting to his knees, level with your slick pussy.
He breathes in a huff of it, groaning when he releases the air. “Fuck.. best fuckin’ thing in the world, my sweet girl.”
Shoving is face into your pussy he licks a long line up it, tasting every inch of it.
Caleb felt his cock twitch with each lick of your sweet pussy, already addicted to every little clench against his lips.
He sucks your folds into his mouth, letting go with a sloppy pop before diving right back in, nodding his head up and down wildly into your cunt.
The way he looked in the mirror was too much, yet you couldn't look away. He looked so good on his knees feasting on you, lost in how you tasted. Your back arched even further into his face, pushing your hips back as he groaned behind you.
“All ‘f it baby, yeaaah.. All in my mouth..” he just kept talking into your pussy, mumbling sweet words into it like you weren't losing your mind as he latched onto you as if he were trying to suck something out of you.
And he was, he wanted it so badly. He wanted- needed– something to come out, more, more, more. Your juices dripped down his chin, down to his neck and into the collar of his uniform, it was so messy you had to turn away from the mirror to save face.
Everything was so mushed together in your head that you couldn't focus on anything but the slurps and sucks of his mouth as he licked and licked and licked.
He finally leans back for a deep breath, giving you a moment of reprieve. But only for a second to palm his cock slowly, just staring at your pussy as it dripped and drooled.
Lips wet and shiny as he heaved, the uniform rubbing against his heated skin with each stroke of his dick. Only four slow strokes before he simply dove back in, lips attaching to your clit, thumb pushing into your hole. He tightened his hand around his cock with a moan as you pushed your face into the bed. You fisted the sheets, your leg lifting as he shook his head back and forth, the obscene sounds filling the room.
Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head each time his thumb sped up to match the rhythm of his tongue.
The tension inside you was coiling and curling with the heat in your belly, winding tighter and tighter with each suck of your lips. The sounds of his hand going faster and faster up and down his cock as he ate you out was hypnotizing. You don't even recall when he stopped, edging himself just before he came, focusing completely on your pussy.
Both his hands came to your ass, gripping enough to leave bruises as he opened his mouth wide and fucking sucked. Your voice wavered and shook with each moan, your thighs trembling. You pulled your hips away from his mouth trying to get some reprieve, but he only slid his hands to your thighs, pulling you even harder into his face, sucking deeper, shaking his head, his arms snaking around your thighs, locking you to his face.
You looked into the mirror and had to look away immediately after. The sight of his face pulled flush against your ass, head moving wildly, body tensed with pleasure.
The coil pulled tighter the moment his tongue began to thrust in and out of you.
It snapped the moment he moaned directly into your ruined cunt, your cum flooding his mouth as he drank it down like it was the first sight of water he’s seen in weeks.
He unlocked you from his face and held your lower thigh as he licked up everything lazily, jaw moving smoothly between your thighs, the sigh of it in the mirror was fucking beautiful.
He finally pulls away slowly, a thick string of saliva stretching as he backs away and breathes in deeply, catching his breath.
Caleb slowly stood, stroking himself slowly as he laid a hand on your back.
“Remember why were here, pip. Fuck, you’re so pretty. Gonna breed you, baby..”
His slow praise was all that clouded your mind as he lined himself up with your wrecked cunt and pushed in, inch by inch as he stretched you, filling you up as you clenched. “So fuckin’ tight, my tight girl..” he moaned as he lifted his knee onto the bed, looking into the mirror on the side watching your scrunched face, bitten lips and arched back.
Caleb leaned forward, pushing himself inside you deeper. He buried his cock into you to the base, his balls snugly against your cunt.
Not even giving you a second to breathe, he immediately began to slam his dick into and out, thrusting roughly into you.
He reaches his hand to your hair and grips, pulling your hair, forcing you up to your hands.
“Thought..-fuck..! Thought i forgot all about today, hm?” He laughs between moans as he tightens his grip on you. “I’ll never for-hah..forget. As long as I have the footage.. Of this.”
Of course someone like Caleb had cameras, even in the bedrooms. You expected nothing less. “Say yer’ fuckin’ sorry, pip. Fuck.. Say it.”
You can only whine in response as he fucks you, hips thrusting so roughly your whole body shakes.
“Say it- fuckin’ say it. I’ll fucking show everyone how much- hah.. Shit- how much ‘a slut you are.”
Of course he wouldn't actually show anybody what was his. As much as he loved the idea of showing his subordinates exactly what they could never have– you were for his eye only, especially when he’s got you like this.
Then, you started clenching like a whore when he threatened to show everyone.
He leaned forward to taunt filth into your ear, calling you all sorts of names for sarong to clench after that, what a slut, right? His pounding became more and more relentless, messy, and deep.
The way you reached back and gripped onto his starched and pristine ironed uniform, pulling him closer.. It drove him crazy– you drove him crazy.
All the more reason to never let you leave.
He sucked marks and bruises into your neck, kissing your cheek before turning your face to his, shoving his mouth onto yours. He moaned into your mouth as you whined into his.
He broke away from you and spaced his knees further and forced you into a mean arch. “Almost done, baby- almost..” he breathed into your neck.
He gave a slight pause before he was pounding into your slick cunt over and over again, his hands digging into the soft of your hips, never daring to let go.
Caleb's noises overpowered yours, so vocal and unabashed in how good you made him feel, so good he couldn’t seem to shut up.
He felt his balls begging to be emptied, begging to fill you up– he was insatiable. And so were you. You kept fucking your hips back into his, never letting his leave yours for too long.
Due to him having never taken his uniform off, Tech and all– Suddenly his radio roared to life in his ear. Ah, now he remembers, he came here on break, he’s still on the clock. Despite this his thrusting never stopped, only slowing to just slick sounds instead of the pounding that took over the room. He tapped his ear to pick up.
“State your business.”
You’d never be able to tell he’s fucking the life out of someone with how steady his voice was. The slow place he was going did nothing to lessen the heat in your belly, only churning it more. Your low whines made it to Caleb’s ears only a second before he lifted your head and shoved his hand against your mouth, giving you a particularly hard thrust that made you come undone unexpectedly. He knew, but he paid it no mind, keeping his slow pace all while the Fleet personnel droned on in his ear piece.
“I see, and you’ve done as i told you? Every single file?”
The overstimulation was slowly creeping up on you, eye getting glossy, drooling into his hand as it gripped your face. All your senses are full of him.
In the haze of your mind you couldn't really hear anything, just the slick sounds of how he lazily dragged his cock and in out of you.
His thrusts sped up, his voice becoming a little more strained.
“Meet at 0700, all Fleet Personnel under my command– will be in attendance, we’ll talk then.”
There was a noticeable pause when he spoke, but if the man on the other end wished to keep his life, he’d shut up about it. And he did.
“Looks like I've gotta speed this up, Pip. Duty calls.”
He braced one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, angling himself into you.
He could feel himself getting closer to cumming just from repositioning.
He pulled his aching cock out of you, rubbing the weeping tip onto your cunt before slipping right back inside.
You both moaned at that. You both fit so perfectly– so deliciously with one another, he could only wonder why he hadn't locked you up sooner.
He began his pace, hips snapping with quickness against yours, giving neither of you reprieve. If you were overstimulated before, it was worse– or better now.
He kept hitting that spot that made you see stars and forget where you were. Thinking only ‘Caleb, Caleb, Caleb’ as if you were under a spell.
Ropes of stray arousal spouted from his dick with each thrust.
“Fuck, fuck f- oh.. Pip, y’so fuckin’ perfect for me. Taking my dick so perfectly..”
You could only moan, no words coming to mind, only his name.
You’d never felt so full.
He rolled his hips harder, impossibly harder.
Again, and again, and again– you reached your hands back and began pushing his hips away. Well, trying.
“You can take it, pip. I know you can..-fuck.. You can.”
Could you really? You felt like you were getting split in half and swallowed. You had walked into the jaws of a beast, and how had you only just now realized that?
His hips began to stutter and stall, his dick twitching inside of you as he threw his head back with a loud groan that seemed to shake the house.
“Gonna..fuckin’ cum, baby… almost– almost, ah…ah fuck.”
His voice took on a whiny quality as he began to tense up. His moans spilled through bitten lips, and a raw throat.
Fuck, he was gonna fill you up.
“Ready? Yeah, all ready for Gege.. fuck- gonna fill you up..”
He began panting, his voice cracking and going off kilter. His balls tightening with each thrust before the dam finally broke.
His semen rushing out of his spent cock, filling your needy cunt.
His thrusts never stopped, riding out his orgasm and pulling one more from you. He was overstimulating both you and himself, unable to stop himself, unwilling to part from you.
His broken whines filled the room, pushing his face into your neck once more, breathing you in.
The feeling of his cum sitting deep into your womb was dizzying, leaving your brain mushed.
Caleb wasn't faring much better– but, alas– he has a job to do, like, right now.
He slowly slides himself out of you, making a milky stream of his seed spill from your puffy cunt. He groaned deeply at the sight.
“That should do it, yeah?”
He chuckled as he caught his breath, straightening his uniform.
Something must have rang in his ear, because he tapped at it once and his eye hardened for a sec before it was gone.
His eyes slid back over to you as he zipped himself back up, smiling as if nothing had happened.
“I’ll see if it takes when I get back. I hope you learned something today, Pipsqueak.”
Although his voice took on a light hearted tone, there was something under it that promised worse if he found you to disagree.
He rolled you onto your back, your body feeling as heavy as bricks, yet your limbs like jello.
You don’t remember him leaving to grab moist towelettes, but he came back to wipe you done a while ago and took a step back to look you over with what most would say was a soft look. It just seemed smug.
“But, we both know when it comes to you.. Lessons are hardly learned in one sitting.”
Basically, Caleb's way of saying; ‘I hope you’re not stupid enough to try and escape again.’
And, you were not.
After a staredown where he went blank for a moment, he clapped suddenly and turned on his heel towards the door, unlocking and opening it. “Gege wont be long, so just lay there.”
Was all he said before he was ‘gone’. To Duty. blood and grime, coverups and sinister deals. To the Fleet. Yet his eyes were still on you, cameras, listening devices, alarms all littered by the handful around the room.
So, you laid there, and you waited.
Content warning: dubcon, toxic dynamics, babytrapping, possessive/obsessive behavior, power imbalance, degradation/praise mix, breeding kink, and yandere themes, caleb calls you meimei, you call him gege.
Do not continue if you’re uncomfortable with dark content.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Caleb breathes against the shell of your ear, his voice warm, almost syrupy—too soft for the way his hips are pinning you down, grinding slow and deep. “Not when I’ve worked so hard to get you like this… all dumb and messy for me.”
Your nails scratch at the sheets, legs trembling from overstimulation, but he just laughs gently—like he’s proud. Like he planned this.
“Poor little pipsqueak,” he coos, lips brushing your temple as he presses another thrust into your fluttering cunt. “Told you not to run from me, didn’t I? Told you what would happen if you kept acting like you didn’t need me.”
You can’t even speak. You’re too full, too stretched, his cock battering against your cervix like it’s knocking on heaven’s door and dragging you back down to hell in the same stroke.
“Aww, look at you,” he hums, voice sweet as poison. “So fucked-out and perfect. My little angel. Gege’s perfect little meimei.”
His hand cradles your lower belly then—there. Pressing right there.
“Right here, baby,” he whispers, smiling against your cheek. “Gonna make it take. Gonna fill you up and make sure you’re mine forever. You hear me?”
You whimper, try to twist your hips, but his other hand slides under your thigh and hooks it high around his waist, locking you in deeper.
“No more running. No more being difficult.” His breath hitches, and his next thrust is brutal—sharp and punishing—but his voice stays so heartbreakingly soft. “You’re gonna give gege a baby. You want that, don’t you, pips?”
You sob—helpless and shaking—as he presses kisses along your neck, sweet nothings dripping off his tongue like venom.
“I’ll take care of everything. You don’t need to think anymore. Just be mine. Just lay here like this, pretty and full, while I fuck a future into you.”
He’s close now—his rhythm stuttering, a low, desperate growl curling into his chest. And then, with your name on his tongue and madness in his voice, he spills inside you with a moan like worship.
yandere man who can’t live— no— breathe without eating your pussy.
Yandere men who are borderline disgusting when it comes to giving you head, who moan so loud, gutteral when you pull on their hair as they push their tongue so deep inside your heat.
Yandere man who are not even gentle about eating you out because hes so busy taking everything your cunt can give him, and no, he’s not normal about it.
The way he sucks on your clit it has you seeing stars, you cry, moan but he doesn’t stop because he’s so fucking deranged. He will fuck his tongue deeper into your walls like his life depends on it.
He laps at your nectar, the most disturbing fact about him is that he doesn’t even care if you’re clean or not. because to him you’re always so clean so fuckin perfect.
He can and will eat you out for hours, nibbles at your sensitive clit so harshly but it only sends jolts of pleasure through your burning body.
Yandere man who could DIE between your legs, his mouth on your cunt, sucking and lapping, who sighs into your heat like he’s found water after being thirsty.
Yandere man who will always make the most unholiest, nasty dirty noises like “mhmm— nghhh ohhh fuck, yn..”
yandere man who will force your legs apart to dive deeper into your pussy and continue to eat you out.
Yandere man who say the most obscene bullshit while making your legs quiver and at the same time he will praise the fuck outta you.
“Y-Yn you are the most beautiful woman ever. I fuckin love you so much. Goodness this pussy is heaven. You got heaven between your legs baby.”
Yandere man who would rather die between your legs, than actually stop.
