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suggestive 18+

Caleb walks around like an absolute slut—not an ounce of shame in his body—when he’s covered in love bites. He loves them.

Claw marks across his back and shoulders, lipstick stains along his abs, hickeys covering his neck, teeth indents around his nipples—

His late night activities were apparent to anyone.

“Are you sure you wanna go out like…that?” you almost cringed as Caleb exits the hotel bathroom dressed for the hot springs. Duh, he looked sexy as hell, but it wasn’t unreasonable to think he looked like he got mauled by a beast.

His pride multiplied at the—in his eyes—praise from you, yet he played dumb as he approached you, his grip finding your waist. “Hm? What’s wrong with it?”

When you explained your concerns over the markings littering his skin, he only hummed, head bowing so his lips could graze the curve of your ear.

“Now, after all this time…” he rasped, placing an open kiss below your ear, “after how long I waited to have you…” another kiss to your collarbone, “why would I possibly…” a final kiss, as he straightened, to your lips.

“…want to hide that I’m yours?”

So, when he returned to work the following week, of course he made no effort to conceal the hickeys along his jaw or Adam’s apple that his uniform couldn’t quite cover. Unasked questions prompted by prying eyes were silenced from a single glance from Colonel Caleb, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of the bruises.

“Had a nice vacation, colonel?” Liam asked as the duo stood juxtaposed within a Farspace cruiser’s elevator.

“I suppose you could say that,” Caleb replied in a curt manner. However, his mind was racing.

A nice vacation? Any mention of it, any kind of reminder had lewd images of you flashing through his mind… it was the best vacation of his goddamn life. All he wanted to do was fly home and get marked up and fu—

‘Shit,’ he mentally cursed.

…Now with an uncomfortable ‘situation’ in his pants, he briskly hopped off the elevator, sped to his office, and locked the door before scrambling to call you.

Caleb fucking loves love bites.

You stop your mindless nightly scrolling, phone propped up conveniently on the swell of your belly.

The question leaves you reeling for a moment, blinking down at where his head lays. Soft hair brushing your skin, his nose had just been nuzzling your belly moments before.

"Sylus, why on earth would our unborn daughter not like you?"

Deep down, you knew your question was rather redundant. Even upon your first meeting, you had once disliked him.

It was natural — maybe even expected — for him to suddenly come face to face with this uncertainty. “You see the way children run from me when I smile. I’ve made more babies cry than I’d like to admit and I didn’t do anything other than glance their way. What is stopping her from doing the same? What if she’s born and I… frightened her?”

The vulnerability in his words makes your throat tight; your hand reaches down to rake through his hair.

“Sylus, she is our daughter. Just as much of your blood runs through her veins as mine does. Half of me, half of you. She cannot be and will not be afraid of her own father. And before you try and disagree with me. Your fear right now proves to me that you are already an incredible father to her. She’s not even outside the womb and you cannot stop worrying about what she’ll think when she’s born.”

You stop your mindless nightly scrolling, phone propped up conveniently on the swell of your belly.

The question leaves you reeling for a moment, blinking down at where his head lays. Soft hair brushing your skin, his nose had just been nuzzling your belly moments before.

"Sylus, why on earth would our unborn daughter not like you?"

Deep down, you knew your question was rather redundant. Even upon your first meeting, you had once disliked him.

It was natural — maybe even expected — for him to suddenly come face to face with this uncertainty. “You see the way children run from me when I smile. I’ve made more babies cry than I’d like to admit and I didn’t do anything other than glance their way. What is stopping her from doing the same? What if she’s born and I… frightened her?”

The vulnerability in his words makes your throat tight; your hand reaches down to rake through his hair.

“Sylus, she is our daughter. Just as much of your blood runs through her veins as mine does. Half of me, half of you. She cannot be and will not be afraid of her own father. And before you try and disagree with me. Your fear right now proves to me that you are already an incredible father to her. She’s not even outside the womb and you cannot stop worrying about what she’ll think when she’s born.”

suggestive 18+

Caleb walks around like an absolute slut—not an ounce of shame in his body—when he’s covered in love bites. He loves them.

Claw marks across his back and shoulders, lipstick stains along his abs, hickeys covering his neck, teeth indents around his nipples—

His late night activities were apparent to anyone.

“Are you sure you wanna go out like…that?” you almost cringed as Caleb exits the hotel bathroom dressed for the hot springs. Duh, he looked sexy as hell, but it wasn’t unreasonable to think he looked like he got mauled by a beast.

His pride multiplied at the—in his eyes—praise from you, yet he played dumb as he approached you, his grip finding your waist. “Hm? What’s wrong with it?”

When you explained your concerns over the markings littering his skin, he only hummed, head bowing so his lips could graze the curve of your ear.

“Now, after all this time…” he rasped, placing an open kiss below your ear, “after how long I waited to have you…” another kiss to your collarbone, “why would I possibly…” a final kiss, as he straightened, to your lips.

“…want to hide that I’m yours?”

So, when he returned to work the following week, of course he made no effort to conceal the hickeys along his jaw or Adam’s apple that his uniform couldn’t quite cover. Unasked questions prompted by prying eyes were silenced from a single glance from Colonel Caleb, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of the bruises.

“Had a nice vacation, colonel?” Liam asked as the duo stood juxtaposed within a Farspace cruiser’s elevator.

“I suppose you could say that,” Caleb replied in a curt manner. However, his mind was racing.

A nice vacation? Any mention of it, any kind of reminder had lewd images of you flashing through his mind… it was the best vacation of his goddamn life. All he wanted to do was fly home and get marked up and fu—

‘Shit,’ he mentally cursed.

…Now with an uncomfortable ‘situation’ in his pants, he briskly hopped off the elevator, sped to his office, and locked the door before scrambling to call you.

Caleb fucking loves love bites.

A month with no response to my appeal, my blog is basically hidden from everyone, I've lost the motivation to post (yes I am whining lol)

I have no idea what I am going to do with this blog going forward, I currently have a lot going on in my life again and it is taking up all of my time and energy. Hence the sudden lack of activity overall (even with my yapping and shit posting lol)

I am hoping Tumblr can at least acknowledge I exist soon - even if they deny the appeal at least they fucking answered me. But I fear the things I have going on personally may resolve before Tumblr gets around to looking at my blog lol.