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WEAR HEADPHONES!!

NSFW!!

Sylus and Caleb want to play a game. The game is fucking you.

All audio and sfx (except bgm) come from the game. No Ai.

MC: I have a wife.

Tara: Really? I didn't know you were a lesbian! Can I see her?

Xavier, walking by: Hey, babe.

Tara: That's.. a man.

MC: Yes.

Xavier:

MC, clutching onto Xavier's arm: A man who is my wife.

search up ayahkisser on ao3. she has lots of dead dove fics in lads such as stalker/groomer xavier and other themes such as noncon/incest

Oh my god thank you

Please rec any dead dove Caleb or Xavier fics I’m starving

I’m so scared rn

Morning Routines with Sylus

Ever since marrying Sylus, (Name) had perfected the art of slipping out of Sylus’s iron grip without waking him.

She had to—her work started at 7 AM, and he only went to bed at 5.

Carefully, she eased herself out of his embrace, moving like a trained assassin. The moment his arms loosened, she slid away, only for Sylus to stir slightly, his brow furrowing as if already missing her warmth.

(Name) quickly grabbed a pillow and slipped it into his arms. Like a cat seeking comfort, Sylus instinctively buried his face in it, relaxing again.

She stifled a giggle. Too easy.

With her temporary victory, she tiptoed out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen for her usual morning coffee.

Sitting on a stool, she let out a content sigh as she took a sip—

Only for a familiar black and red mist to suddenly swirl around her waist and coffee mug.

Before she could react, her cup was gently pulled from her hands and placed on the counter.

And then—she was lifted into the air.

"—Hey!" She yelped as the mist effortlessly maneuvered her out of the kitchen, down the hall, and back into the bedroom.

Before she knew it, she was back in bed, wrapped snugly in Sylus’s embrace.

A deep, sleepy chuckle rumbled against her ear.

"Did you think you could escape me so easily, kitten?" Sylus murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

(Name) huffed in amusement, pressing a hand to his chest. "Sysy, I have to work."

"Mmm… no." He buried his face into her neck, arms tightening around her as if she were his most treasured possession.

She sighed, knowing there was only one way out of this.

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

Then another.

And another.

By the fifth kiss, Sylus groaned, reluctantly loosening his grip. "Fine. 10 more minutes."

(Name) laughed, victorious once again.

"Deal." She snuggled into his warmth, knowing full well she’d have to escape again soon.

This was inspired by an art drawing from twitter, and i had to write it as a hc for my mc's version LMAO THIS IS WAY WAY TOO CUTE AND SO SO SYLUS CODED i love marriage life imagines w sylus, i love my man so much i hope u guys could tell

Really?? Rafayel again?? 😭😭

I need to suck Caleb’s bulge thru his boxers send tweet

Early mornings…. 🐦‍⬛✨🍎☃️🐠

(Would I be able to sleep like this? No. Is it nice to imagine?? Yes.)

caleb x reader drabble

// a little bit of angst, pseudocest, pining

“Did you ever want to kiss me when we were little?”

Caleb freezes.

You feel it where his arm is slung over your waist, the way his fingers twitch, the subtle shift in his breathing. He doesn’t look at you right away- just stares at the ceiling like it holds all the answers, his lips parting slightly as if he’s considering lying.

He doesn’t.

“…Yeah.” His voice is quiet, almost embarrassed, like the confession is something delicate he never meant to say out loud. “A lot.”

You giggle, nudging his shoulder. “A lot?”

Caleb exhales sharply, running a hand down his face, but there’s no real frustration there- just something shy, something unbearably fond. “God, you were so annoying.”

You laugh harder at that, but he shakes his head, pressing on before you can interrupt.

“You’d chew on my pencils, and get marker all over your hands, and steal my snacks, and I still- ” He stops himself short, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. When he finally looks at you, there’s something unbearably soft in his gaze. “I still wanted to.”

Your breath catches.

It’s different, hearing it now, spoken into the quiet of a night where you’re no longer kids, where the weight of time has pressed new shapes into you both. But beneath it all- beneath the years, the scars, the way you almost lost each other- he’s still Caleb. Still the boy who pulled you out of trouble and held you close when you were scared and, apparently, wanted to kiss you long before either of you could understand what that even meant.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Caleb huffs a laugh, a little self-deprecating. “Dunno. Thought you’d punch me.”

You snort. “I probably would have.”

He grins, shaking his head. “Yeah. That’s why I waited.”

“Waited?”

Caleb lifts a hand, thumb brushing lightly- tentatively- against your cheek. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath when he speaks, low and certain.

“For you to be ready.”

Sorry Caleb but those cheeks of yours are meant to be squished <3

MC: So, do you have a crush?

Caleb: Well, duh. Of course I do.

MC, frowns: Huh. She must be very cute then.

Caleb, without even looking at MC: You're so narcissistic sometimes.

MC: !!

I need someone to edit Caleb to meant to be yours from heathers the music PLEASE

Caleb wouldn’t treat me like this 💔

Eyes on you

(nsfw 18+) Caleb has hidden cameras all over his house, and you've decided to put on a show for him.

2k words. posted also on ao3!

stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, fem!reader.

Cameras. There were hidden cameras all over his house. There wasn't a bookcase or a mirror that didn’t have a little dot on it, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. You only knew they were there by accident: when you took the elevator to Caleb's apartment, you bumped into an excited boy wearing a cap and uniform of a security company. 

"Are you Mr. Caleb's girlfriend? What a pleasure, I only saw you in pictures!" The boy waved, taking you by surprise. 

"No... I'm just a friend." You said a little confused, and the energetic boy explained himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I saw so many photos of Mr. Caleb with you the day I went to install those cameras that I thought you were dating. He also said he was installing the cameras to protect someone he liked." Cameras? What cameras? You thought, but before you could say anything, the elevator door opened and the boy jumped out. "Let me know if any of them stop working, I've installed so many I've almost lost count! Bye!" And so he disappeared down the hall.

Now you were in the living room, standing there in the middle, feeling the weight of your body and your movements, self-conscious about yourself and alert to the fact that you were being watched. Was he watching you? Now? Right now? That’s fucked up. Jail worthy. Caleb was obsessed with you and if your recent reunion hadn't already proved it, the dozen or hundreds of hidden cameras scattered around that room were proof that Caleb was sick. 

But we know the saying: When you point one finger, there are three fingers pointing back to you. More sickening than knowing that you were being watched, from every angle and probably in every room, was the fact that you were aroused. The spot between your legs throbbed, excited by the situation, by the fact that Caleb had probably seen you naked, had seen you sleeping, had seen you showering... It was so fucking wrong that, despite being against everything he had done in Skyhaven right after the reunion, you still delighted in remembering the possessiveness and obsession that melted at the words of your friend, oh, dear friend. 

In addition to the burning sensation between your legs, there was this tingle in your stomach at the thought of a man - not just any man, we're talking about Caleb - being so concerned, so devoted to you that he would kill and die for your happiness. In fact, a man who returned from the ashes and survived for you and you alone. He was no longer your sweet childhood friend... But that wasn't a bad thing. Now he became a man who had eyes (many, it seems, all over the house), only and exclusively for you. Caleb was crazy about you, and, oh shit, you loved it, which made you as crazy as he was. 

So you had two options: the first was to confront Caleb about why the fuck he had installed so many cameras in the apartment if the only person who spent time there apart from him was you; the second was to pretend you didn't know anything and carry on with your life as if everything was normal. 

You always chose the second option when it came to Caleb, ever since you were a teenager and in college. Whether it was sneaking around his room and finding your panties secretly hidden in the back of his closet, or listening to him masturbate while calling your name when he thought he was alone, you always pretended everything was normal. But ever since, and even more so now that you've found each other again, there was nothing normal about it, and no reason to carry on in the same way. After all, if he had changed, there was no reason for you to remain the same or pretend you didn't know anything. 

Then there was a third and new option: pretending not to know anything, but taking advantage of the situation to play with Caleb. Basically, make him taste his own medicine. If he wanted to see you, well, he would.

Pretending to be normal, you sat down on the sofa and took off your coat, throwing it on the coffee table. You took out your cell phone and called his number. 

"Is my favorite guest home yet?" Caleb answered in his usual animated voice. 

"Yeah. I'm bored. Still working? Is it break time?" You remembered that around this time he was most active on social media, so it should be the best time to put into action what you had in mind.

"Ah…You've always been very clever. Yes, I'm on break. I'll be home in two hours and we can do whatever you want. Don't get bored, you can turn on the TV or play a game on the console I have." Caleb was always like that, attentive to you, always wanting to please you. He wasn't much of a gamer, but because you liked games, he had bought a console with the excuse that he was getting interested in games. But now you weren't going to play with the console. You were going to play with something else. 

"Oh, no..." You put the phone on speaker and placed it on the arm of the sofa. You lifted your shirt and brought your fingers up to your bra, massaging your nipples. "I want to relax, not play." You said, holding your right breast while spreading your legs, slipping anxious fingers into your pants, brushing the fingertips against the wet panties. 

The call went silent. Bingo. He was indeed watching you, like the pervert he was. 

"Caleb?" You asked innocently, keeping your voice steady as you started moving your hand in circles, making it obvious what you were doing inside those tight pants. 

"A-ah, yes. Relax..." His breathing was heavy on the other end of the line, and suddenly you heard the sound of a zipper being opened. You had to stop yourself from moaning just then. He was starting to touch himself while watching you. "Why don't you, uh, take a shower in my bathroom?" His voice was a little choked. He was probably pumping himself slowly, staring at your live image through the screen in his office. Your pussy throbbed and suddenly your pants were too tight and too hot. You stopped stroking your own breasts and took both hands to the waistband of your trousers, sliding them down your legs. Then you took off your shirt, leaving only your panties and bra on. You positioned yourself again, this time with your legs spread wider and your heels resting on the table in front of the sofa. Your fingers returned to the soaked fabric of your panties, touching the sensitive clit through the wet cloth. 

"Yeah, I'll have a shower, I'm just finishing something up." With your middle finger, you moved your panties to one side to touch yourself directly. You bit your lip, holding back a moan, and squeezed your breast with your other hand. 

"Fuck..." he swore. 

"All right?" You replied innocently, holding back your unsteady voice as you carried on stimulating your clit at a steady pace. You wanted him to think you didn't know about the cameras, so you had to stay as normal as possible on the phone.

"Yup... I- I just hit my finger," he lied, slurring his words. 

"Caleb-" You said, catching your breath. "I miss you,"

"I miss you too." He sounded almost breathless. "I can come over now."

"No, you can't. There's work. Or is there something urgent you need to do here?" You quickly pulled down your panties, leaving them between your thighs. Then, out of the blue, you heard the unmistakable sound of a camera zooming in. He must have been eating you with his eyes, and now he wanted a closer look. You opened your folds, circling your fingers around the soaked entrance, like a pervert. You slowly moved the fingers up to your clit, stimulating yourself obscenely again. The other end of the line was completely silent, only a few low sounds and grunts were audible. "Caleb, is there something urgent you need to do here?" 

"Uh-" He stammered, and you raised your hips a little, grinding against your hand. "Fuck, fuck," he said. He didn't bother with sentences anymore. 

"What’s up with you? I'm feeling lonely and bored here. Can't you entertain me?" You teased innocently, but your legs were already shaking. 

"I can entertain you. Ah-" For a second, you heard the wet, rhythmic sound of his thrusts against his own hand. Oh my. Caleb had his pants down, sat somewhere in the FAA, and was touching himself like a teenager while he watched you. And you fucking loved it. "I can entertain you... I can be so, so good for you, if you let me." His voice was raspy and breathless. If you weren't so close to your orgasm, you might've asked him if everything was alright and put him in a tough spot again, but you couldn't even think about that. You were too caught up in your own pleasure. One hand was on your nipple under your bra, the other was all over your clit, and you arched your back on the sofa.

"I- I know you know how to entertain me. You're so good to me, always." You gasped, no longer caring that he was probably listening to the sound of your quick fingers against the wet flesh of your vagina. 

Suddenly, you heard a muffled cry on the other end of the line and several "Fuck, fuck, fuck" being whispered like a mantra at a low volume, as if he had his hand against his own mouth. He was coming. And that was all it took for the tingling at the base of your belly to explode and flow out of your pussy in an obscene and intense orgasm. 

You had just squirted all over the living room table and carpet, and had probably wet the sofa as well. The two of you were silent, only the audible gasp of your breaths as you caught your breath. 

"Caleb? Are you still there? It seems the connection was cut." You lied, still pretending you didn't know anything. He coughed and the sound of things being adjusted or stirred could be heard in the background. 

"Yeah, yeah… Probably disconnected or something." 

You got up and stood next to the sofa, looking at the mess you had left there. 

"Caleb I think I spilled...something on your sofa and carpet. Is there any cleaning cloth so I can clean it up?" You looked around. 

"NO!" Caleb almost shouted from the other side. "I mean, it's no problem, pipsqueak. You don't have to clean up. You must be tired from all this, right?" He cleared his throat. "From the trip, and everything. Just rest more, like I said, you can use my bathroom and take a shower if you want."

"Hm, where's that cleaning freak from before? Who are you and what have you done with my Caleb?" You heard a laugh on the other end of the line. 

"That's why. I'll take care of it. Please" The last word sounded as if he was begging. "I'll be home soon, and I'll be able to...entertain you, as you wish. We can, huh, relax together, too."

You laughed and picked up your cell phone, walking to the bathroom while dropping your bra in the hallway, knowing that he was watching here too. You picked up your wet panties and placed them on the bathroom door handle. In an instant, you could see a small dot hidden next to a painting, pointing directly at where you were standing. You stared directly at it, smiled and winked. 

"I'm waiting for you then, Caleb."

[LADS] Womb

Okay I’m not a Zayne guy but imagining him insisting on giving transmasc mc his weekly shots 🥺 being so gentle.. inspecting his body for changes 😳

MC: How can someone say they're afraid of Xavier? He is the most precious little star!

Xavier, wiping blood off his face: Yeah, I'm adorable.

When current MC meet Dragon!Sylus.

Sylus: Be not afraid.

MC: Raw. Next question.

Sylus:

Sylus: Be a little more afraid.

Idk who this is but hot

wash your kylar.

MC, laying in bed: Get out of my room.

Caleb, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

Measuring? 📏

inspired by: baobei-bu

I wanna see the other LI’s reactions to mc and Caleb’s relationship after she’d previously talked about him as her brother 🫣

he’s very cute, you know? (inspired by fishbone0306’s art) [PRINTS]

a silly little comic about living in peak caleb delusion… honestly, i’m here for it 🍎 (read L->R)

Creepy sibcon Caleb my beloved

A strip inspired by comments I get when attending conventions, please respect our tastes it's a matter of respect 🙏

he's so relatable 🫶

bnois

the favouritism in this one is so blatantly obvious

Caleb has BPD and Xavier is autistic you can’t convince me otherwise