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caleb x femreader | boyfriend texts part two, some nsfw, touch of angst, mentions of pregnancy/baby makin’ | minors dni
part one here
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a/n: first caleb piece i've published :3 warming up to write some more in the future muahah. very unedited so bare with me
"pips, you feelin' curry tonight?"
you stop rifling around in the box on the ground, stray strands of hair sticking to your neck. it had been hours of unpacking and assembling furniture in your new home with Caleb, the sound of curry sending a thunderous wave in your stomach. Loud enough, it seemed, for your unsuspecting husband to hear.
caleb lets out a knowing laugh, closing the distance between you to smooth the frizzy hairs poking out of your ponytail. "is that a yes, then?" he asks, punctuating his question with a kiss to your forehead.
"sounds yummy, but i don't know any curry places around here," you glance at your phone, bricked and dead from assembly tutorials. your charger packed somewhere in the sea of beige moving boxes, waiting to be found until the very end. your husband is down a phone as well, forgetting he left it placed on top of his jet before taking off and flying into the ether. his new one isn't due to come in the mail until the end of the week, leaving you both with only previous knowledge on the best eateries around your new home.
"i know a place," caleb perks up, "i saw one on the road before turning into our street. we'd been there before, remember?
you furrow your brows, too hungry to remember ever being on this side of town before. "we have?"
"we ordered green curry and you ordered the lamb?" caleb's teasing gaze changes to a pinch to your cheek, which-at the state of your hunger-didn't find amusing. "c'mon~ don't tell me you forgot already!"
"we've never been to this side of town before caleb," you snatch your face away from his prying hands, too hot and sticky to entertain his teasing. "and I hate lamb. I would've never ordered it."
"where do you think you found out you hated lamb? we went there a month before I left for a mission, ya know, the one--"
"must've been your other girlfriend," you snap, letting the books in your hands fall back into the box with a resounding thud. "you know what? why don't you go there by yourself since you love it so much?
caleb sighs and stands in front of you, his hands on his hips with the audacity to look exasperated. you frown, turning your head back to your box of books, and pouting.
"fine, I'll go."
your head snaps up to watch caleb turn on his heel and out the front door with little else to say. you deflate, but the beige mountain of boxes demands your attention. poorly prepared and nourished, you don your armor and weapons, a ratty apron and a box cutter, and fight your way through.
caleb returns twenty minutes later and the sound of a plastic bag crinkling in the distance peels your attention away from your husband's collection of model planes. you both freeze, staring at each other with caution as the two of you realize you have what the other wants.
"come here," he nods his head towards the kitchen, the island towering in pots and pans that have yet to be organized. you follow listlessly, tiptoeing around boxes and sets before meeting caleb in the kitchen, where he has a mouthful of chicken tikka masala ready for you.
you narrow your eyes and furrow your brow, but caleb silently fights your back, giving you a warning glance before your close your lips around the spoon. the tang of the spices, complimented with a small tear of naan in between the rice and gravy makes you close your eyes to relish in, never mind the food burning down your throat.
"good, right?" he smiles, using his thumb to wipe the corners of your mouth.
still chewing, you nod, swallowing quickly to welcome your next bite.
it isn't until hours later, laying on a mattress that still laid on the floor that you remember the logo of a goat riding a bicycle, long before caleb joined the DAA and before you thought of being a hunter.
"ohh, i remember now," you smile, watching caleb snort in his sleep.
"my 'other girlfriend'," he huffs, yanking the comforter back over his shoulder in disbelief.
❕cw: pseudo-incest, intoxication, mentions of alcohol, p in v sex, exhibitionism, breast play
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the air around caleb changes in the summer.
maybe it's a placebo, all in her head—but he tastes sweeter when their tongues caress one another. it makes her blood boil with an insatiable need. the grass blades that imprint her knees and mosquito bites are physical reminders. that and the fact that her bikini top is untied, breasts spilling out into the humid july evening air.
only caleb can make her act so extravagantly out of place during a historical linkon heatwave. hell, even the wanderers feared heat so blazingly hot.
her lips are swollen from the kissing that has already taken place, her tongue tasting the sunscreen on his clavicle. it mingles with the smell of fuel and fireworks. familiar, masculine, and irrevocably delicious. it makes her insides melt, hips moving more against his as she straddles him on the picnic blanket.
each time another firework blasts in the sky, she jumps a little. if it weren't for his sweet kisses, she'd be annoyed with his chuckles at her for being a scaredy-cat.
"what if someone sees us?" it's probably the millionth time she's asked.
"i'll kill 'em." he hums into the shell of her ear, palms groping both of her tits and massaging them.
"ha. very funny."
"live a little, baby." she hears the smile in his voice, letting her fingers drag through his roots.
there's an irony behind his words that she wants to point out, but each time she thinks about chastising him, another bloom of colorful gunpowder sets off. her stomach flips and for a moment she wonders if there's a similar light show happening inside of her. each brush of his hands against her torso brings that explosive feeling to her core.
"you should see how beautiful you look right now." his voice is low and slightly slurred, pupils blown out by his heightened desire.
"how much twisted tea did you have again?" she asks with a breathy laugh, feeling sweat drip down the dip of her back. it's a dumb question because she's more drunk than he is, still pushing any button she can find on him.
his jaw clenches like he can see every thought soaring through her mind.
"enough to fuck you right here. isn't it kinda romantic? with the fireworks n'all that."
"mhm-hmm," her arms wrap around his neck, thumbs brushing the fresh crop of his buzzcut "very romantic."
it's odd, seeing him like this, as if he had never died and lost an arm. as if he weren't the colonel of an important fleet that had government influence. unimaginable power. just plain ol' caleb, her older brother, who sometimes does naughty things with her as long as he's there to supervise.
"earth to pip-squeak. do i have to be inside of you to keep you from floatin' away?"
yes.
she doesn't say it out loud, but it gets her to pull his cock out quick enough. his tip glides along her entrance before she fully seats herself, plunging him into the very depths of her cunt. both of them moan in unison, her nails breaking through his tan skin.
"f-fuck, gege. so big," she gasps like it's something she hadn’t discovered already.
wasting no time, he hammers into her pussy from below, not even sparing her a second to adjust to his fury. each bounce on his lap has a broken cry slipping from her lips.
this is exactly what summer should feel like— caleb permeating her body like the sweltering sun.
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you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.
in a way i am my own dead wife
guy who's having gauzy idealized wife flashbacks for the whole adventure but it turns out she isn't dead or anything he just really misses her and wants to get home
For you, darling 🌹
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riding zayne so hard he's the one limping the next day
"Why are you walking like that?" You watch Zayne slip into his office for your usual lunch date. He's limping oddly as he walks over to his desk and slips into his chair.
"It's nothing." He tries to reach for the bag of pastries, but you pull it out of his reach.
"Did you get hurt? If something happened, I wanna know Zayne. Just because you're a doctor doesn't me-"
"I didn't get hurt. I'm just...a little sore." His ears have a hint of pink, and you frown in confusion.
"How could you be sore? You had a rest day yesterday and the day before you did your arm workout. How are your legs sore?" You raise a brow when he sighs, almost embrassed.
"I believe it has to do with...last night." He says pointedly.
"What did you do last-oh." Your eyes go as wide as dinner plates, suddenly remembering the intense night you'd shared, which had mostly involved you on top of Zayne, hips slamming down against his.
"I...am so sorry." Remorse fills you, and you're quick to push the bag of pastries towards him. He pulls out a chocolate croissant, tearing it in half and offering you the clearly larger piece.
"Don't be. I have no regrets." He says it so casually, while you eat your pastry in shame.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll make it up to you, I promise!" You smile, though it falters when the corner of his mouth twitches upward.
"I have no doubt."
this and also there’s something very beautiful about watching in progress fics grow. shout out to in progress fics <3
The pickler: wanna know how i got these jars
crazy how quickly dust accumulates. i should be allowed to put my trinkets on a shelf and not touch them and they remain in perfect condition forever. dont even get me STARTED on the inside of a computer. why do i have to brush your teeth. youre technology.
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his little "yeah?" when talking to grace ogmygodddd <333 (he definitely talks u through it)
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