𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

i'm sorry for scaring you

synopsis: caleb shows a new side of himself during one of your fights. it almost makes you believe he's changed.

tags: angst, suggestive (psychologically), fluff (sorta kinda), caleb kneels, caleb crawls, caleb is pathetic, caleb is overprotective and unwell pairing: farspace colonel!caleb x reader word count: 1.7k

a/n: this is angstier than i intended i wanted it to be hot, maybe it's still hot, when he tries to lock u up in his house but he has lethal booboo face ⬇

“I didn't ask for any of this! I didn’t ask for your protection, and I sure as hell don’t want it.”

“You not wanting it doesn’t change the fact that you need it,” Caleb replied blankly. 

In the four months since you’d reunited with Caleb in Skyhaven, your relationship had taken a hit. In the first few weeks, you’d barely seen each other; he’d stop by to check on you, assume you thought him the scum of the earth, and abruptly retreat back home. It wasn’t until you’d grown fed up with the awkwardness and uncertainty that you began approaching him again—asking him about his day, initiating phone calls, and even starting the rare video call, if he was lucky. 

Around the last month or so, things had gotten better. During your increasingly frequent visits, you’d gone out together several times—to see the new cyberpunk action movie, to window shop in the pet store, to marvel at the Skyhaven nightscape from the safety of his personal aircraft. Just as you thought you’d both been making progress adapting to your new dynamic, a wave of highly dangerous wanderers had infiltrated the city, and Caleb had had the nerve to essentially place you on house arrest until the threat was dealt with. Fast forward to now, his composure threatening to overpower your impassioned rebuttals. 

“Did you honestly think I’d let you leave right now?” he asked. “You’re here for a week. The Fleet will take the next couple of days to sort out the problem, and we can go out together when it’s done.”

“We can go out together. Right. So you can rush me back here the second someone looks at me the wrong way?”

“No one will look at you the wrong way. Not here. Not while you’re with me. But you need to understand, Pipsqueak: you came to Skyhaven for me. You’re in skyhaven for me. I won’t stand by and watch you put yourself in danger, and you won’t change my mind,” he replied, his large frame looming over you as he stepped closer. 

You’d had enough. You’d spent almost an hour on the losing side of this back-and-forth, and you were too exhausted to pull your punches anymore. “My first time seeing you after the explosion,” you started, voice trembling. “Do you know how it felt? When you stepped off that plane, when you interrogated me behaving like you never have in your life—I didn’t know what to think. But when you brought me back here? Started spewing off that shit about a world where my only world is you? I was scared, Caleb. I thought I’d needed to be afraid for you, but I was afraid of you. That you’d lock me in this house forever, that I'd only see the sun when you decided it wasn’t top bright for me. I was afraid that I’d die here having grown to hate the person I’d wanted to live for,” you finished, your words dripping with venom.

Seething, you spun around, ready to storm out of the kitchen and into the quiet of the guest room Caleb had remodeled for you. 

You’d taken three steps toward the door when you heard something hit the ground with a heavy thud. 

Body still facing the door, you stopped in your tracks. This was new. Unexpected. You’d been prepared to hear a few calls of your name, some “Wait!”s, maybe even a “Don't walk away from me.” Worst case, you’d expected him to pin you in place with his Evol, preventing your exit and prolonging your fight. 

But a thud? A thud could mean many things. Enough things for you to remain frozen contemplating the possibilities before the voice in the back of your head broke through your thoughts, reminding you of the very real chance that you’d spiked Caleb's blood pressure so much that he’d fainted.

The fear that he was hurt made you finally turn around, only for Caleb to catch you off guard yet again.

Caleb the Loathsome, the overprotective, obsessive, now cold-blooded colonel of the Farspace Fleet, was on the floor before you. Kneeling.

All at once, your anger dissipated, melting into shock at the assertive man before you’s sudden display of submission. 

Realizing you’d turned around, Caleb lifted his head, meeting your flustered expression with his pained one. His furrowed brows, shining eyes, and pouted lips—he looked pitiful, honestly. And as much as it tugged at your heartstrings, it awakened something dormant inside you. 

It made you feel powerful. It gave you an idea. 

Biting the inside of your bottom lip, you took several steps toward Caleb’s kneeling form, closing the distance you'd been so eager to put between you all of ten minutes ago. A slight gasp escaped Caleb at your movement, and he swiftly lowered his gaze back to the floor, as if worried that daring to watch your approaching form would make you retreat. 

When you came to a stop, you were just in front of his knees, looking down your nose at his bowed head. For a few moments, Caleb’s heavy breaths were the only sounds between you, thickening the cold air in the room. 

Then, finally—finally—you touched him, lifting his chin up before resting your palm on his cheek. At your touch, he leaned forward, nuzzling his head against your thigh. 

“…You want this that bad, huh? Want me that bad?”

“More than anything,” he breathed. 

You stared at him. 

“Please,” he whispered, turning his head into your hand to brush his lips across your fingers. 

At this, you hummed softly, running your thumb across his cheek twice before turning away from him once more. When you break contact, Caleb freezes in the midst of rubbing his face on your leg, his eyes popping open in panic. He only calms when he sees you heading for the armchair tucked into the right back corner of the room, slowly taking a seat, your legs spread. 

“Relax,” you call out, settling in your chair. He didn’t move a muscle.

You decided you’d had enough of the tense silence after a few more beats. It was time to test him.

“…Come here, Caleb.”

In an instant, his head snapped up. His gaze, abruptly ending its budding relationship with the floor tiles, held yours for more than a few seconds this time, your slight smirk challenging his slight disbelief.

Caleb had all the cunning in the world. Since joining the Fleet, nothing got by him—and on the rare chance that it did, he’d chase it down and make it beg for mercy. He was a prideful man. He was a calculated man. So when you called for him in your sweet voice, slightly breathy with unadmitted nerves, he figured you out quite quickly. 

You were testing him—to see if he’d walk or crawl to you—and he knew it. 

And unfortunately for his dignity, any reservation he held about the latter was overshadowed by his desire for you: to be in your space, to breathe your air, to be close enough to feel you—even if he rarely did now, out of fear that his touch would repulse you.

He needed you to need him. So he crawled. 

Inch by inch, Caleb crawled toward you, the only person who would ever see him reduced to this. The only person who could reduce him to this. And all the while, as the fabric of his dark pants dragged across the floor, his violet eyes never left yours. In them, you saw resignation. You saw anticipation. You saw the shattered remnants of a pride that he’d let be broken, and you saw them rebuild themselves in lust the closer he came.

A few inches away from you, Caleb stops, sitting demurely on his heels. His hands twitch in hesitation before falling into his lap. His vulnerability is palpable, and you can feel him banishing himself back to his hell of self-deprecation, the guilt-eroded space in his mind where he repeats how little he deserves you. Before he can lower his gaze again, you beckon him upwards,  guiding his palms to rest on your knees. His kneeling form almost equals your seated one in height.

“I used to love watching you scare off the boys who were mean to me,” you tell him, placing your palm back on his cheek. “But as much as I like you intimidating, this little act might be my new favorite.” 

His nervous breaths come to a momentary halt before he brightens slightly, chasing your touch. He nuzzles into your palm like he did your leg earlier, and you sigh. 

“You scared me, Caleb,” you murmur. 

“I know. I'm sorry.”

“I know you want to keep me safe, that you have kept me safe for as long as either of us can remember,” you say, continuing to stroke his head. “But I don’t want to be afraid of you, Caleb. I won't be afraid of you. So if you want to keep doing this, if you want us to move on, if you want me—it can’t happen again. Tell me it won’t happen again.”

Your movements still as you tighten your grip on his jaw, forcing him to meet your eyes. A grimace flashes across his face as he goes quiet for a moment. But you wait for him. You have to. As exhilarating as it’d been to see him crawl before you, this was the true test—if you extend your trust, will he extend his lenience? You have to believe that he will. To give him the chance to. 

And as you’re wrapped up in your optimism, your fantasies that he’ll acquiesce and let your relationship go back to normal, Caleb responds. 

“...I’m sorry for scaring you.” 

smau!! you and the lads getting kicked out of the arcade for some reason.

a/n: this was really fun to make i laughed at this p.s zayne can actually do no wrong. give me some requests guys!! enjoyyy

Luke and Kieran personally gifting Sylus a vinyl record, emphasizing this particular one to be extremely rare and special - especially with the attached note of your handwriting that wrote,

from me and the twins to you ♡

Sylus remained silent as he raised an eyebrow at the already unwrapped box of a single black vinyl disc, half wondering if the twins actually took their time to listen to his type of classical music just to buy this gift for him, before placing said vinyl record on the gramophone.

But Sylus was caught off guard by the melody that resonated in his office room; a serene tone, a familiar singing voice, your voice -

A recording of your singing resounding in the air, your sweet voice making his heart flutter with warmth and longing.

Luke and Kieran glanced at each other when their boss fell completely silent, only the sound of your singing surrounding the quiet atmosphere. They couldn't tell what Sylus was thinking with his back turned against them, but they could see the way Sylus traced his fingertips across the record player, him softly humming along with your voice.

They knew right then and there that they finally got their great boss the perfect gift they could ever think off, and all thanks to your (earlier hesitant) cooperation too. The beaming victorious smiled growing on their lips before both Luke and Kieran briefly froze up when Sylus's hands came to rest on top of their heads, their eyes widened at the sight of their boss's genuine small smile as he softly patted their heads.

"Thank you."

Best believe the twins teared up behind their crow masks when they left Sylus's office moments later, feeling like two proud kids after giving their father-figure guardian bossman the best present in his life.

Blue Lock art~💙

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ WELCOME HOME, CALEB 𝗩𝗛𝗦

‘ zayne x fem!reader x caleb ’ love and deepspace

⌞ PG-18 ⌝ — based off Caleb’s first scenes but with the current reunion◞ double penetration◞ thigh fucking◞ cunilingus◞ fingering ◞ squirting ◞ kitchen sex ◞ blowjobs ◞ creampie◞ tips touching◞ three way kisses◞ there is a little tension between Caleb and Zayne◞ and Caleb is a tease / sarcastic but not mean◞ w plot !

“let’s invite Zayne over for dinner”

you still remember that day clearly, when things were perfect, having shared a yummy lunch with Caleb and Grandma before everything went crashing down.

who could have through that lingering promise would have turned into a “let’s invite Caleb for dinner” instead.

surprised was not even the correct word to express how you felt upon reuniting with Caleb once again, shock, confusion, happiness, all emotions previously bottled up now bursting as you ran to embrace the man you had missed deeply.

“Zayne will be running a little late” you explain to Caleb who is currently standing next to you while helping chop a few vegetables, giving some extra attention to the carrots, “there was an emergency at the hospital”

Caleb couldn’t care less, to be honest, hiding the fact that he would very much rather spend the whole day with you alone, but alas, some time before the black haired man arrived was also welcomed.

“oh, really?” he hums, grabbing yet another carrot to chop, nonchalantly with a slight hint of a smile on his face, “it’s a pity, he works too much, doesn’t he? he’s probably getting wrinkly already” his words are so filled with amusement, like an inner joke he is not willing to share.

“don’t tease him” you scold him gently, “but yes, Zayne is often overworked, he never listens when I ask him to take breaks”

“he is a girls repellent, they don’t like workaholics” Caleb starts, almost as if he was testing the waters while you turned to wash a few used utensils so couldn’t see his eyes following you to gauge your reaction, “girls like attentive guys…, guys who can cook…, don’t you think” was he… praising himself?

“well—” Caleb scoffs a little loud, a sound you would have heard if it weren’t because the door suddenly was pushed open and Zayne walked in, with a bag in his hand and sliding his glasses into the shirt pocket with the other.

“oh, Caleb, it’s good to see you again” the doctor’s tone is as flat as you expected, yet he still approaches to greet the other man whose only thoughts are why did Zayne had the code to your apartment, why is Zayne so comfortable in your house, why is Zayne placing his hand on your waist while walking past you.

Caleb is not liking this at all.

“yeah” the smile gets back in place with a hint of annoyance that lasts a second, “good to see you too, Zayne”

the latter’s attention shifting to you almost immediately, now there is a soft smile while leaning next to you to check what’s in the oven, then the bag he was carrying is left on the counter, “i got some—”

“macaroons” Caleb chimes in with that smirk that borderlines on bickering, “i’m not surprised”

Zayne’s eyes lay on the other man, looking a tad bored even, then down on the counter with an almost imperceptible raise of a brow, “and you are still obsessed with carrots, i’m not surprised either”

“she loves them” Caleb motions to you while his eyes lock on Zayne’s

“i can’t—”

“she likes macaroons better”

“that’s you, actually—” you get to whisper under your breath, the atmosphere thick with unexpected tension.

“we grew up together” Caleb retorts, “i know her better”

“i also grew up with her”

“but not as long as me”

“are you sure about that?”

“stop!” you finally raise your voice and both of them turn to look at you with expressions softening like puppies who just got scolded, “why are you fighting? this was supposed to be a nice dinner” your voice lowers with a sigh as you lean over the counter with both hands on the surface.

Zayne is the first to speak, resting a hand on your lower back, “i’m sorry”

and Caleb joins, saying your name very gently while bringing a hand to cup your nape, “i’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to ruin things” then he plants a kiss on the top of your head, to which Zayne replicated with a kiss on your shoulder, their affection making you shiver slightly.

but you don’t reply yet, having a hint of a pout on your mouth that both men find absolutely adorable, starting to leave more kisses across your skin, Zayne trailing up your neck to your ear while Caleb went down to kiss your neck and collarbones, unable to stop the soft whines that left your lips. and they continue, taking the cute little sounds you make as encouragement, “so cute” Caleb murmurs, with a hand coming to squeeze your waist and rub under your shirt with a thumb.

Zayne on the other hand, trails his hand up and down your back, settling on top of your butt and gently tugging you closer to the both of them.

“I didn't mean to upset you” is Zayne who speaks first, lowering his head to take a better look into your face and slowly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

which Caleb takes as a challenge, mimicking the other man to stare into your eyes with a smile, “come on, pipsqueak, forgive me” then presses a kiss on your lips, a chaste one that leaves you slightly surprised, unable to properly understand what just happened before Zayne repeats the act, the frown on his face almost imperceptible because of the way they’re constantly kissing you without giving you a moment to think.

until both crash and you are left utterly speechless when they both kiss you, with hands on your hips and waist, tongues sticking out to meet the other two in what you can just catalogue as the lewdest kiss you’ve ever gotten, unsure of whether of it’s Zayne or Caleb whose hands grope your ass, whose the one sliding a hand under your shirt until it comes to lay under your boob and you moan against their eager mouths.

the kiss does not stop, it’s so messy, with saliva, tongues and teeth, muffled groans of delight solely from kissing your soft lips.

“you taste delicious” Caleb parts with a pant, as if he has just ran a marathon and would do it again, all while Zayne takes the opportunity to kiss you himself, still without much words, yet cupping the back of your neck to tilt your head back and devour your mouth, sloppily and uncharacteristically messy for a doctor of his level.

kisses get peppered on your neck next, lower and lower while your other best friend starts to slowly open your blouse buttons, his tongue leaving a burning trail that soon cools against the air from where his saliva touches the skin of your chest, down the valley of your tits. his hands being too skilled and Zayne’s kiss leaving you breathless that your lust filled brain barely registers the other man’s hands undoing your bra, too impatient to even take it off so he just pushes the soft fabric up and attaches his lips to a nipple, sucking eagerly and barely nibbling on the sensitive flesh, sending waves of slick down your already drenched panties.

“ah, fuck—” you moan against Zayne’s mouth, who eagerly receives the sound with a low growl of his own, slow and very gently sliding the hand —you now realize was Zayne’s all along— down the curve of your ass and under the skirt, barely teasing the crotch of your panties with a single finger that dips in between your folds through the flimsy fabric.

moans only grow, getting a little choked with how dizzy both of them made you feel.

Caleb’s lips are so eager, so soft and warm, leaving each nipple utterly sensitive and coated in saliva as he moaned against your skin, unconsciously helping Zayne keep your skirt up around your waist as he slowly knelt in between your legs, nose bumping against Zayne’s fingers and your lower lips that were so visible through the soaked panties, “fuck, love… you smell divine” his voice so deep and makes your knees buck, and forces Zayne to finally release your mouth with a gasp as his green eyes flickered to the sight of Caleb between your legs, eagerly tugging down on your panties until the fell on the cold ground with a soft ‘splat’ due to how wet they were.

you whimper at the coldness, which gets quickly replaced by Caleb’s lips attaching to your clitoris, sucking the engorged nub, “C-Caleb! a-ah yes” your cries are heavenly for both men, who can feel their cocks getting even harder at your sounds, smell, and they way your cute body shook.

Zayne is quick to help, latching his lips to your earlobe and nibbling, making sure to wrap an arm around your waist to keep your body upright as his finger found your empty and fluttering hole, “so wet, so pretty” his voice is deep, caressing your ear like his fingertips does with your hole before dipping inside, “and so tight…”

“Zayne!” you mewl, now, holding onto Caleb’s hair with a hand and Zayne’s wrist with the other, a few seconds away from letting out a sob bubble out your throat.

“good?” and you nod, gasping at each delicious thrust and curling motion of the fingers inside your gushing cunt that squelched vulgarly, alongside the sounds of the man between your legs, slurping and sucking on your clit and folds as his life depends on it, occasionally brushing against the other man’s fingers which makes him groan.

there is slick dribbling down your legs, which Caleb eagerly laps up with a low, murmured, “fucking delicious” before his lips are on you again, there’s a cacophony of sounds, to which the sound of belts soon join and a muffled growl against your folds, before you can hear a soft ‘shlick’, fluttering your eyes open to be greeted with the sigh of Caleb between your legs and his arm moving desperately between his own.

“can I…” Zayne breaks your line of thought, pressing a kiss on your nape and the tip of his now bare and drenched cock rubs against the back of your thigh, immediately understanding what he was asking for and you nod.

Caleb stands finally, with lips coated in slick, aggressively fisting his own fat and veiny cock that already leaks precum before he is kissing you now, sharing the taste of your juices and a hand tight on the hair in the back of your head to keep your head still.

“you taste so good” Caleb mumbles with what you can just explain as a drunk hazed smirk, and you’re no far from it, with half lidded eyes, moaning wantonly while a little line of saliva dribbles down your cheek at Zayne’s two fingers abusing your cunt, managing to hit the delicious spongy spot that had your hole gushing waves after waves of slick all over his hand and a bit on the floor.

your hands land on Caleb’s shoulders, tugging for another kiss at the same time Zayne’s thick cock slides between your legs, keeping them squished for a better grip.

“stay like that” he murmurs so low and dark that you, once again, get impossibly wetter, soaking his cock that’s perfectly nestled between your folds and bumping on your clit with each thrust.

it really is flattering how both of them get whipped by you so easily, with Zayne moving faster and faster until your body gets also rocked back and forth, and his cockhead brushes against Caleb’s in front of you, making them both moan and you whine at the sound, throwing your hips back to get a little more friction, “m-more, please, I need to cum” you almost beg, and a hand lands on your clit, offering to rub you through an orgasm but you refuse, “no, i— ah!”

Caleb cups your face with a hand, a little tighter than necessary but his dark and blown pupils stare at you, “what do you need?”

Zayne stops too, rubbing on your lower abdomen so sweetly, “your cock” you murmur and precum dribbles down your thigh.

“whose?”

“both…” you barely murmur, letting another moan leave with how tight Zayne’s hands get on your hips.

“are you sure?”

“yeah… maybe… one at first?”

and they both agree, now Caleb sitting atop the kitchen counter, legs spread and your eager and warm mouth wrapped around his long cock that fills every inch of your mouth, veins pulsing in a warning of an imminent orgasm that he forces to stay down until he has a taste of that sweet cunt too.

“oh, darling, oh fuck” you never could have expected for Zayne to be so vocal, moaning against your neck while he basically humps your pussy with tiny thrusts that keep him deep, but they are so aggressive, so needy that you get pushed further against Caleb’s cock lodged down your throat, and a few tears fill your eyes at the stretch.

“ah, yeah, shit…” is the latter who moans now, grabbing a fistful of hair and keeping your mouth still, drooling all over his pelvis, “i need to fuck your cunt now, Zayne move over”

there is a little grumble from Zayne but he obeys, pulling you back against his chest that is now just covered by a shirt, you gasp and pant at the amounts of air that fill your lungs, allowing for Caleb to stand up in front of you, he was completely naked unlike Zayne and you who just had a skirt and socks on right now.

they tilt your head at the same time, lips crashing like minutes ago, making you so dizzy that you can barely register how they both lift you up, having you squished in the middle, thighs spread wide and swinging over their big arms.

“c-careful” you murmur through the mess of tongues upon feeling another cock poke on your clitoris, teasing the slick soaked skin and down your full and overly stretched hole that pulses around Zayne.

“i’ll be gentle” Caleb smirks, prodding against your abused pussy and slowly but steadily getting inside, the three moan simultaneously, the stretch too wide but still as inhumanly good, the feeling of their cocks rubbing together was sending shivers down their spines but none of the men was willing to say it out loud, barely nibbling on their bottom lip to keep the sounds down.

“so… tight” Zayne murmurs with open mouthed pants against your nape.

“you feel… ah… so amazing… what a heavenly pussy” Caleb comments next, keeping your thighs wide so his balls finally press flush against Zayne’s and your needy cunt.

“y-eah…! s’ full” your words are slurred, eyes crossing already and barely having time to think before they are moving and tossing you around, too pussy drunk to stop as they use you like a rag doll, up and down, sometimes in circles that has your toes curling and chest glistening with sweat and saliva that leaves your mouth wide open, almost dumb.

they groan unabashedly, muttering praises to your gorgeous cunt for sucking on their cocks so good, like a damn fuckin’ vice, refusing to let them go even if your brain shuts down, “s’ good, s’ fuckin’ good, feel funny…”

they have never seen a sight so pretty, your eyes crossed and filled with tears, tits jiggling and nipples hard in blissful pleasure.

there are a few jets of liquid gushing from your pussy, too stupid to even realize you’ve been cumming on their cocks already, they’re tiny but makes both of them groan when louder, hips snapping brutal and vulgarly against your over sensitive and used pussy, that keeps cumming nonstop.

Zayne has a hand on your pelvis, barely above your pussy, pushing in the skin to keep you flush and somehow feeling the movements of your insides being fucked by their fat cocks, making you squeeze them tighter.

“i’m going to cum” Caleb mutters with a hoarse tone, his forehead is covered in sweat and his head low, jaw slacked to let out those pleasure sounds, “can’t last longer, this pussy is too good”

Zayne does not want to admit how embarrassingly close he is as well, gritting his teeth while his hips snap a bit harder, making his flesh slap against your ass that’s sore by this point.

two, three more minutes and they fill you to the brim, tips pushing into that spot that is just so deep and you come crashing with a scream, soaking their lengths and balls with squirt while they both fill your womb with semen, so thick and so much you feel like throwing up.

no one speaks for what feels like hours, trembling in the middle of the kitchen floor, until Caleb speaks, “i hope… we can do this dinner again” his voice is low against your neck, and soon the smell of burnt food fills the air.

i’ve been wanting to write for them since so long so if its ooc I apologize ajsgshs

caleb is the biggest advocate of happy wife = happy life.

in the morning, he waits for you to wake up so he can attack your face with kisses. he starts by smoothing out your hair, poking at your cheeks, and running his fingers across your lips.

your giggles are worth missing that extra hour of sleep anyway.

he plants kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, and finalizes with a brief kiss on your lips, leaving you to rush in for one more. and who is he to deny his wife?

okay—technically—his girlfriend. but still.

after your slow morning, caleb decides to take you out for lunch. he holds you close when you walk; his arm is wrapped around your shoulder the entire time. when he feels you lean into him for more (of his body warmth, but he doesn’t have to know that), caleb explodes. he probably runs hotter after that too.

he leads you through grocery stores (“do you think we need this for the fridge?”), flower shops (“caleb, i think this would look great on our dresser”), and the tire shop (“pipsqueak, you really need to get these tires fixed. good thing you can always rely on me, though!”).

you browse for things to make his apartment more homey. he looks for items to stock your (our—as caleb likes to say) fridge with. you joke and bicker and hide your heads when you get stares from older ladies for being too loud. you’ll laugh about this when you get home.

later, for dinner, caleb decides he’ll cook for you at home with the groceries he bought today. he made a new special tonight: some kind of pasta with chicken.

and no matter how many times you insisted on helping, caleb used his evol to push you back onto the couch. but, when you snuck over to him and grabbed his waist, he surrendered. any reasonable man would. how could he not surrender when you nuzzled into him, begging him to let you do something.

at dinner, he cut up your chicken and fed you until you started making pregnancy jokes. what a dream that would be, caleb thought.

then, at night (probably 10pm), you two start heading to bed. caleb hops in the shower with you (“could this be my reward for cooking for you today?”) and runs his hand through your hair; shampoos and conditions it; rubs body wash all over you; and rinses you off.

you repeat the same actions to him, except you like to mess with him ten times more. you rub soap everywhere, but you paid special attention to his abs. and biceps.

though, caleb didn’t say a single thing. he had to fight back the urge to smirk when your hands rubbed up and down his arms. this might’ve been heaven for him.

when you got out, you asked (begged) if you could shave for him. caleb had been growing a bit of stubble, and you’ve always expressed your interest in shaving him since he started growing hair.

so he props you up on the bathroom sink, standing in between your legs while you carefully run the razor up and down his jaw. you’re so gentle with him—much gentler than he usually is when shaving himself.

your fingers prod all over his jawline and cheeks. your featherlight touch sends sparks all over his face, and he can’t help but break out into a smile (even when you scold him). scratch what he said before—this is heaven to him.

when you’re done, you analyze his face as if he’s a sculpture. you trace your fingertips down the slope of his jaw; the high rise of his cheekbones, and over his lips for fun. he playfully tries to bite your finger before you swat at him.

the two of you brush your teeth, and you already know caleb will be bumping hips with you throughout the whole process. what should take two minutes turns into ten—with both you and caleb messing with each other by tickling, pinching, or hugging.

once you two are in bed, your face is pressed into caleb’s chest. he rests his chin on top of your head, and you feel his breaths coming down on you. when you look up at him with glowing, love-sick eyes, caleb presses kisses all over the top of your head.

you angle yourself up slightly, and caleb perks up eyebrow in suspicion. even in the dark, caleb can tell you’re smiling when you push yourself up and kiss him on the lips. it’s a deep kiss: one where you’re thanking him, trying to please him, and loving him all at once.

caleb is on you instantly, with one hand holding your face and the other cradling the small of your back. he puts all of the energy he has left into the kiss, before pulling away and slumping his head on the pillow like a love-starved dog.

“thank you. for today,” you murmur, inching yourself closer to him. “i appreciate everything you do for me,” you press one more kiss onto his lips before you fall into the hands of sleep, “i love you, caleb.”

oh yeah, caleb thinks, happy wife, happy life.

i wrote this in 30 mins can u tell

also idk what’s up w my borders im writing this on my phone so they’re a bit janky loll sorry

okay so the thought of mutual beef between Zayne and Caleb is very fun and I have my own takes on it BUT I want to offer another possibility: One-sided beef by Caleb's side.

Can you imagine how freaking funny it would be that Caleb is ripping his hair out over Zayne "seducing" you while the guy is just offering to share a box of chocolate he has with you, completely unaware of the evil eye he's receiving? Not to mention the petty comments between them when they were just teens like

Zayne: What time is it?

Caleb: Wouldn't you like to know weather boy

Zayne: .....? No, not the weather. The time, if you wouldn't mind.

Caleb: 🙂 *internal screaming*

I believe they're both aware of the other's feelings for you but there's a silent agreement to not do anything for very different reasons, while growing up at least. Caleb sees him as a threat because Zayne is not shackled by the responsibility of being your "gege"/family figure and part of him is almost envious of that. He's always restricting himself and playing the part he's been given for you, but he wants so much more.

Meanwhile, Zayne has to control his own heart for you otherwise the curse will eat away at him. He is not allowed to love you the way he wants unlike Caleb, who is so easily affectionate with you in a way he can only dream of.

it's so ughhhhhh I love their dynamic and if Infold won't give me content then I'll just have to make it myself

☆ — the sweetest pie !

cw. smut, pwp kinda, established relationship, p in v, somnophilia, dubcon?, dirty talk..?, both reader n caleb r freaks n pervs, evol usage, kinda sweet at the end, oral (m receiving), use of pet names (pips/pipsqueak, honey, baby), theyre crazy for each other idk.

wc. 2.8k+

a/n. ty to the lovely oomf n the like three ppl who asked for a part two bc otherwise i don't think i wouldve posted 😓. this took way too long to write for it to be so short, sorry! also i rlly need to stop sneaking a breeding mention into everything i write w caleb but i can't help it he's so family man coded 🥀🥀 + taglist @million-golden-drachmas & pt. 1 here!

ovulation is a dangerous thing.

and with nearly three months of no sex with boyfriend!caleb, you, sadly, are pushed to your limit.

to be honest, you really didn’t want to be the one to cave first. it was supposed to be torture for the both you (caleb moreso), and yet here you are, carefully prying yourself from caleb’s tight hold, barely holding back a grimace at his slight, sleepy whine.

you know how he gets when he isn’t holding you — all restless and irritated, waking up with dark bags under his eyes.

but it’s okay, because you are going to make it up to him, like a good girlfriend ought to do. even if he won’t necessarily know it.

you slip underneath the sheets, wiggling down, down, down until your entire body is in-between his legs, face parallel to his crotch.

x marks the spot.

your hand moves like it’s got a mind of its own, trailing up his skin before gently squeezing and rubbing his currently (and temporarily) flaccid cock.

you’re no stranger to it — you’ve seen it many times before, whether it be from a crack in the doorway or during the dead of night, the only source of light coming from the moon streaming through the curtains.

but touching it?

oh, that’s a whole different thing.

it’s just as girthy as it looks, even when tucked away inside those pesky boxers, and you can feel every twitch as it slowly rises to life, like zombies on a full moon.

your lips part, saliva rushing forward, and you’re not quite sure whether it’s in awe or desperation for a taste. actually, it doesn’t matter.

just a couple of pumps to get it hard enough to grind on. that’s it.

. . but wouldn’t it be more efficient to pull it free?

you don’t allow yourself any time to second-guess your weak excuse before tugging your boyfriend’s boxers down and pulling that big dick free.

just a couple of pumps.

it takes two of your hands to wrap around it, and you carefully spit on the coral pink tip, letting it run down the veiny length. there’s a quiet sound from above — a groan, you think, and your thighs press together, the slight ache from earlier only getting worse.

only a few pumps.

you slowly begin to work, twisting your wrists and sliding up and down until you find the perfect rhythm, one that has a few more of those sleepy but needy sounds leaving caleb’s pretty lips.

only a few pumps, just a couple of pumps, just a little . .

your lips latch around the tip, tongue swirling before you slowly take it deeper, each inch stretching your mouth wider and wider with an almost delicate burn and laying heavy on that pink, drooling muscle. he tastes like heaven.

so you really can’t be blamed when your head starts to bob or when your hand slips between your legs to rub at that demanding, puffy clit, drawing out a quiet moan and a shudder.

damn those couple of pumps. you’re not gonna stare a gift horse in the mouth, are you?

what caleb doesn’t know won’t hurt him. and this is safer, more discreet.

your drool rolls down your chin and his shaft in glistening rivulets, getting lost in that dark patch of hair or sliding to his likely aching balls. there’s no telling the amount of times you’ve blue-balled him this past week.

at least you’re kind enough to apologize, right?

it’s far too easy to get lost in him. you were almost caught a couple of times watching him — one hand shoved down your shorts while the other hand had covered your mouth, all too caught up in trying to time your orgasm with his that you had nearly been too loud or accidentally knocked something over.

truly, it’s a miracle he hasn’t caught you. that natural clumsiness is always coming back to bite you in the ass.

but, of course, even miracles run out.

both of your moans get louder the longer you suck him off, practically in sync as your fingers swirl faster and faster, slick lubricating your digits and soaking the fabric of your thin panties. you don't register the way his leg jerks or the hitch in his voice until caleb is yanking the cover back, sunset eyes adjusting to see you in the dark.

you, his sweet, innocent little girlfriend, with both your hand and your mouth on his rock-hard cock.

“a-ah . . pips?”

your eyes snap up to meet his, and your heart drops to your ass.

he woke up.

his face is bright red, lips parted for quick pants as he stares down at you. maybe he’s just experiencing another wet dream. or maybe he’s so deprived that he’s started hallucinating. wouldn't be the first time.

but it feels all too real, especially when you swallow your embarrassment and guilt down and go right back to blowing him, forcing a strangled yet surprised grunt from his throat.

your mouth is just perfect. to be fair, caleb could tell that much from just kissing you, but he thought he’d have to train you a little bit to learn how to take him. alas, his pretty girl is a natural, taking him so good and so deep with that tight throat of yours that has his toes curling.

and, y’know, he can’t bring himself to be mad at you, not really. not with how his head is tossed back, adam’s apple bobbing with every loud moan and jumbled praise, his fingers gently brushing your hair back.

yes, you deceived him, and that warrants punishment, but caleb really didn’t see it coming. how could he? you’re just so sweet, so shy — both of you were blushing like crazy when you first kissed, and you’d never done anything more than a little grinding up until tonight.

you played him like a fiddle.

he would’ve never guessed you’d intentionally send those pics of you in frilly lingerie or short dresses while he’s at work, or that you’ve thought about him putting you in a headlock since you two met.

there’s a part of his precious pipsqueak that he doesn’t know, and that . . well, that doesn’t quite sit right with his spirit. neither does you hiding that part of you from him.

after all, there aren’t supposed to be any secrets between you.

so while he isn’t mad, he’s a bit disappointed.

and you know that that is much, much worse.

something that’s evident by the way his grip tightens in your hair, pulling you free from his dick with a pop and tugging you up into his lap.

your brows furrow as you brace your hands on his chest, a small, confused pout on those glossy, swollen lips. “caleb?”

you say his name so innocently, voice soft and low, like you don’t know what you did. why he’s acting like this.

the caleb of yesterday would’ve believed it.

the caleb of today, however, simply hooks two fingers into your panties and rips, exposing that pretty cunt to the cool bedroom air.

he doesn’t miss the shudder that ripples through you, or the way your hips shift to try and grind down on his throbbing cock.

you’re just as desperate as him, all because you wanted to tease.

caleb tuts, shaking his head like some disappointed teacher, right before his big hand comes down to deliver a swat to your ass, sharp and loud. the smack echoes in the room, and your little whimper follows right behind it.

“caleb, that hurt—”

“oh, really? does it hurt as much as knowing my girlfriend has been lying to me?”

your expression falters, surprise softening the previous wince, making your eyes wide and lips part.

you’ve never had a good pokerface when you got caught.

your throat works as you muster up an excuse. “i-i wasn’t lying to you, caleb. i swear! don’t be mad, please.”

he could never be mad at you.

only disappointed, because you should’ve known that this wouldn’t go unpunished.

caleb smacks your ass again, harder this time, and lets himself grope the reddening globe. “but you did lie to me, honey. ya did. had me thinkin’ you were something innocent, too anxious and unsure to make the first move.” his hand leaves your ass to line himself up, dick already slick with your saliva, and it’ll only get slicker still. “i thought, ‘well, if she wants to do it, she’ll come to me’. so, i waited, just like ya wanted me to. i suffered through watchin’ you parade around in those flimsy clothes with no panties, lettin’ you send me those cute pics and videos of you in short, frilly outfits.”

you feel lighter as his evol lifts you up and slams you down on his aching, twitching cock, earning a long moan from the both of you.

he’s big, every inch stretching you out, molding those hot, gummy insides to the perfect shape of his thick length. you can only uselessly flutter around him — there’s no getting up, no running away, no hiding.

not anymore.

caleb is holding you right where he wants you.

“caleb,” you whine, nails digging into his chest, but it goes into one ear and right out the other.

“d’you know how many times i got hard at work? huh? got me riskin’ my job ‘cause you wanna be a tease.”

like he wouldn’t risk everything if you asked him to.

his hands go right back to their seemingly rightful place on your ass, letting his evol bounce you up and down like some cheap, inflatable doll. though, of course, you’re much more than that.

“but it — mm — ‘s okay, pips.” up, down, up, down, up, down.

your breathy whines and choked off moans do nothing but fuel him further, caleb’s hips snapping up to meet yours. he can’t let you do all the work, after all, and he’s been waiting far too long.

each thrust has his fat tip smooching your cervix and pummeling your g-spot, making your eyes water and vision blurry. “ungh, caleb, ‘m sorryyy—!”

another smack, and you clamp down. “you’re sorry?”

“yesss,” you mewl, and caleb chuckles, low and mocking and sexy. you know and he knows that you’re not sorry. how could you be sorry when it got you the results you wanted?

the results you both needed?

“sorry for what? lyin’? going ‘round about when ya know i gladly would’ve fucked you?” up, and he slams you down again. this time, though, he keeps you down, letting you squirm and writhe for even a little friction. “hm? which is it, honey? don’t go gettin’ shy on me now.”

and as much as you want to deny it, he’s right. you are getting shy — not about finally having sex with him, because you’d never be embarrassed about that, but about saying why you’re sorry.

something about voicing it aloud just makes your stomach twist up in knots, heat crawling up the back of your neck and spreading throughout your body. blame it on a shitty upbringing or some weird sort of anxiety, but something about it is just so humiliating, more humiliating than sucking his dick in his sleep.

the human mind is a fascinating thing.

your gaze, for the first time, averts from his, and even in the low lighting of the bedroom, caleb can see that flush in your face, all cute and red, and the way you gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

“i . . i’m sorry. for lying. and . . and being difficult,” you mumble, and your hips wriggle to the perfect angle so that he’s brushing against that sweet spot, sending a happy tingle down to the base of your spine. “can i move now?”

caleb has always been aware that you’re a little demanding, despite your attempts to be subtle about it. lucky you, because he’s willing to give you everything you could ever want and need.

no exceptions.

he wastes no time forcing you into position: laying on your side, leg hooked over his arm, and ready for his cock to slam home.

and it does, again and again and again. this time, though, instead of pounding your poor cervix, caleb is just smooching it with every thrust, something sweet and gentle; almost like an apology. or, more accurately, a reward.

“see? it w-wasn’t that hard to be honest w’me, mmm, fuck . . ya gotta tell me what ya want.” he may not always be able to guess what you want, but caleb always knows what you need, even if it takes him a little while.

without a singular doubt, he knows you need this, to be treated like the shameless little thing you are.

half-lidded eyes watch as yours slide back into your skull, jaw going slack as he resumes that mean pace from earlier, his own lips parting. “fuck . .”

it’s not calculated anymore — no more precise thrusts up or slams down. no, he’s much more focused on repeatedly shoving all seven inches inside, bullying the same spongey spot over and over like he’s doing target practice.

a need that’s been building for months tightens low in your gut, making your gooey walls flutter and cling tighter to his shaft. caleb is so deep, so rough; and while you should probably want your actual first time to something gentle and sappy and sweet, this is twenty times better.

feeling every harsh drag and hearing every mean slap of his flesh against yours, practically tasting the irresistible urge to cum on your tongue only makes your body hotter and your pussy wetter.

and he knows it.

“dirty girl,” he groans, balls briefly drawing up, and he has to think about anything and everything besides you so that he won’t nut inside. you haven’t mentioned anything about babies.

yet.

“s-shoulda know you were like this — hah — t-too sweet to be true.” his hand slips between his pistoning hips, the pad of his thumb collecting your slick with a swipe and beginning to swirl that neglected bundle of nerves.

you jolt, sweet cunt squeezing down on him like a vice. “caleb!”

“say it louder,” his fingers curl into the meat of your calf. “ngh, t-tell me everythin’.”

your brain is nothing but mush inside your skull, sloshing around every time his pelvis meets yours, and the thing that should register shame and embarrassment is entirely out of commission.

your fingers curl into the sheets, tugging at them like they’ll save you. “i’m gonna cum,” you whine. “‘s so deep, s-shit, mmf!”

even as the pleasure finally simmers over, white-hot and overwhelming, your mouth never stops moving, juices spraying and cunt gushing. “y’feel soo good, baby, ungh, oh my god— jus’ like t-that!”

that praise goes straight to his heart (and dick), making it ache with unwavering adoration.

because, yes, he’s the one making you feel good. not your fingers or some silicone toy or a vibrator, but him. caleb. your boyfriend and to-be husband.

(he’s not moving too fast, right? . . he’ll ask gideon.)

you like— no, love what he’s doing enough to forget your inhibitions and sing pretty praises for him.

it might be a little pathetic, but with that, caleb truly can’t hold out any longer. he pulls out with a fwop, giving himself a measly two pumps before those sensitive balls draw up tight and he cums, stringy, hot spurts of white landing on your stomach and waist with a long, whiny moan and a shudder.

his seed clings to your smooth skin, almost like a mark, and that has your hole giving a weak flutter before caleb crawls over you and pushes you fully onto your back. his hands gently cup your face, and he leans in to press his lips to yours, soft and reverent, but definitely sloppy.

you two swap spit for as long as you can until he’s pulling away to let you breathe, his own sweaty chest heaving up and down. “you’re so pretty, pips. my pretty, naughty, amazing girl.”

. . ah.

you avoid your boyfriend’s heavy gaze, and instead focus on the plant in the corner of his room. “caleb, don’t start.”

he grins. “oh?”

it seems like your brain has rebooted and is back to functioning . . somewhat. enough to have you be embarrassed, at least.

he can’t have that.

“if i remember correctly, you were the one who started this, no? suckin’ my dick under the covers.” he tuts, and you squirm.

“i-i couldn’t help it . .”

caleb presses a kiss to each corner of your mouth, then your cheeks, and finally, the lobe of your ear. “mm, well, if ya start somethin’, honey, you should be the one to finish it.”

the tip of his cock gently prods at your sopping folds, and he doesn’t bother biting back a breathy chuckle when you squeak. “c-caleb, wait—”

“one orgasm for every slutty photo ya sent me, mkay?”

you swat at his chest. “i said— nghh!”

caleb manages seven whole orgasms before you tap out. that’s not even a fraction of the number of pics you sent him, but that’s okay. you need your rest, and besides—

he can always fuck you again later.

bathing with them ♡

↬ request from anon ; Hiiii may I pls request the love and deepspace boys with a reader who loves taking baths with them??

↬ notes ; rafayel, xavier, zayne x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; ice active era?! jk we all know i'm lying atp HAHAHA but here's my annual post which is also my first post for LADS :> i changed the prompt a bit but i hope u enjoy !

↬ warning(s) ; tiny spoilers for rafayel's backstory, xavier's is like microscopically suggestive

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ rafayel ! ]

rafayel absolutely adores taking baths with you, even though he loves to tease you about being too clingy (he's actually the clingy one, but he'll never admit it for the world). he loves just chilling in the bathtub with you, especially on winter nights where he'll pull you closer in the hot water, complaining that "i need more warmth! protect me from the cold, miss bodyguard!"

he would get playfully annoyed when you joke about wanting to see his mermaid tail when he gets into the bathtub, scolding you about how lemurians also have powers to lure humans in and he'll be doing that to you if you don't get in the bath with him "right now!" also rafayel doesn't really like rubber ducks, he says it's weird that humans like to put toys like that in the water when they could just go swim in a lake if they wanted to see ducks. but! he does love bubble baths, he loves to put the bubbles in your hair, and when you make a beard for him with the foam, he finds it the cutest ever.

rafayel definitely has like several hundred bottles of soap, shampoo and conditioner in varying scents, claiming that their fragrance was so inspiring he just had to buy all of them. (the truth is, he wasn't sure which one you'd like so he just bought everything.) it's really helpful for when you stay over at his place though, you don't have to worry about packing a vanity case because he keeps everything ready for you, from your favourite toothpaste to a spare toothbrush. he also loves seeing you wrapped up in a towel, he thinks you look so adorable.

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[ xavier ! ]

xavier isn't picky, he doesn't mind using either a bathtub or a shower, but after you visit him a couple of times, you definitely tell him he should use the shower instead. he always ends up falling asleep while he's soaking in the bathtub! he definitely loves showering with you though, he'll always do stuff like scrub your back or help comb through your tangled hair without you needing to ask. but it's almost impossible for both of you to bathe quickly, because you always end up getting distracted. who can you blame you though? it's not your fault xavier is so muscled from all his training!

xavier is the type who showers in freezing cold water, but he's willing to compromise if you don't like that. he ends up realising that hot water is more fun because he gets to write silly messages and draw hearts for you on the glass since it gets fogged up from the steam. also xavier's brain would totally crash the first time he showered with you, it would be that one tender night card all over again except better LOL. he's just that obsessed with you, you're the prettiest person with the best personality he's ever seen!

xavier would be one of those guys that has like the '10-IN-1! SHAMPOO, CONDITIONER, SOAP!' soap bottles. it's not that he isn't bothered about hygiene, he just finds it a lot simpler to use one single bottle for everything, and it evidently works for him since his skin is so clear and his hair is so fluffy. but ever since you've started staying over, xavier takes note of your favourite soaps and stocks up on them (especially after you tease him for that pitiful bottle of soap in his bathroom - he's the type to squeeze out every single last drop of soap from the tube so the bottle definitely looks like it has been through The Horrors).

[ zayne ! ]

zayne would usually prefer showering over bathing usually, because he's used to maximising time for work in his schedule, so he likes everything in his personal life to be extremely efficient. but once he starts dating you, that does kind of change. on days where he doesn't have to rush into work for urgent cases, or nights after a hectic day, he enjoys relaxing with you in the bathtub - it's a little slice of heaven for him to have you pressed up against him in the warm water.

zayne likes using his evol to tease you while you're showering. though he isn't usually a playful person and his humour is quite dry, the intimacy of being in such close proximity to him makes him act up a little LOL. so when you ask him to soap your back or anything like that, he'll purposely make his fingertips cold so you shiver when he touches you. "zayne!" you'll scold him, and he'll just let out a soft chuckle before doing what you actually asked him to.

zayne would just have the bare minimum essentials in his bathroom, but i also think he would be the type to buy in bulk so he only has to go out shopping once in a while. this way, when his soap runs out he can just get a new bottle from his cupboard. he likes going into his bathroom and seeing little traces of you all over the room, like your toothbrush in his cup or your favourite soap on his shelf - it makes him happy because it's like a reminder of you even when you aren't there.

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