My name is Bibi and I'm 22 years old, I'm obsessed with Love and Deepspace and occasionally write for it. If you ever see the post where I said I would stop writing for this fandom, no you don't <3 I have a multi chapter Sylus Isekai fic you should check out if you have the time!
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FOR ME IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU - Sylus x Non-MC
â°â⤠Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7
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Summary: Lads had been your escape for a year now, occasionally loosing interest but always returning without fail to the men who healed something in you no one else could. That was until you end up in MC's body and the one you loved most across the screen stares at you in stone cold fury as your existence erases the existence of his beloved. His Emcee...
Disclaimer: This is my first time properly writing for Caleb so he might be OOC, that being said, I'm planning on this being multiple parts so enjoy!~ also not proofread!!!
Yet another mind numbing day. Your fingers gracefully move over the keyboard as your eyes scan your sentence for the umpteenth time. You hear your phone buzzing yet again in the other room and sigh as you massage your temples as to relieve some of the tension in your head. You have been working on your book for a long while now, and your deadline was rapidly approaching.
Deciding you needed a break you move up from your seat to stretch your legs and grab a cup of coffee. As you shuffle through your living room you hear your phone buzzing yet again. "God, can't she ever leave me write in peace." you mumble out as you change trajectory to your phone. As you slide your thumb to accept the call you don't even get the time to move your phone to your ear as you already hear your editors shrill voice in your ear.
"Why did it take you so long to answer?! You know we're on a tight schedule right?!" God, she couldn't even let you get a breath out before reprimanding you over something again. You sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose.
"Yes Miranda, I'm well aware, but your incessant nagging won't make me go any faster you know?" You hear her gasp and sputter out some excuses on the other side of the line but you can barely hear her as you move to your coffee machine. "We needed this book done 3 months ago, it was a miracle we even got this extension." she shrieks.
"Listen, I'm working on it as much as humanly possible, so stop calling me because this is only making it take longer." Before she can respond you disconnect the call and out your phone on do not disturb.
Your mind wanders as you wait for your coffee to be done. It's been like this for four months now. An endless routine of writing, getting up to eat, pee, sleep and repeat this cycle day in and out. With the occasional break of Miranda's nagging of course. She's nice really, just way to overbearing as she's crumbling under the weight of her own responsibilities. You knew the day she started that she couldn't handle the pressure of the job, but the head chief had insisted she was perfect. You were sure it was just because she was exactly his type as his eyes roved over her body.
You shiver in disgust as you return your attention to your coffee. As you retrieve your mug of steaming coffee you take a moment to really unwind. The morning sun is intruding it's light through your paper thin curtains, causing the light to refract over the glass coffee table settled in the middle of your living room. You take your time wandering over to your windows as you open one slightly to let some fresh air in. The smell of morning dew softly passing by you.
Once content with your small break you move back to your desk, as you settle in your small and rather uncomfortable desk chair for someone who is supposed to be a fulltime writer. You will your mind back to your story but find yourself struggling to really immerse yourself again. You grunt in annoyance as you take a sip of your still way too hot coffee.
Then like clockwork a notification pops through your DND, and as you pick up your phone you smile to see 'Calebs' notification. You know it's not him, but it doesn't hurt to be a little delulu every now and then no? As you boot up the game you take another, smaller this time, sip. The familiar tune of the loading screen fills up your room and you smile as you see Caleb's face on your screen. Truly, he was all you really needed to unwind. Just one look at his face and all your grievances silence just like that.
After completing your dailies in record time you set up the quality time feature for 3 hours. You needed him to watch to motivate you to really keep going. As you put your phone down you finally feel like you can finish.
You're at it for who knows how long, fingers typing away furiously at your keyboard as the words just keep coming. But then something happens. A glitch in the screen. Just for a second. You blink in surprise and press control s as fast as you humanly can. Seeing the saving logo you close your eyes and sigh in relief. But when your eyes open, you're no longer behind your computer. Nor are you sitting.
Panic courses through your veins as you look at your reflection in the mirror. But it's off. You look too perfect. Your skin as dewy as the morning grass, not a hint of fatigue to be found. Hair silky smooth in a way you could never achieve even in your wildest dreams. You move your hands up, trembling violently and see a perfect manicure.
What the hell is happening? This is impossible. Literally. You were just sitting behind your desk and now all of the sudden your standing in a bathroom that's way too spacious for one person, and looking into the mirror you see a copy of yourself that's so perfect it's almost uncanny.
Your breath is picking up, heart hammering so heart in your chest you think it might beat right out of it.
"Pipsqueak, you want some tea?"
You hear HIS voice. You recognize him immediately, and your body locks into place. This is impossible. Or at least, it should be. But here you are. In a body unmistakably not your own, yet somehow it is, in the same house as THE Caleb. The one you have been pining for night after night. Wishing âprayingâ that he would become real. But now that the dream has become reality your absolutely petrified.
Because if this is not your body, it can only mean one thing. Your in MC's body. The one you had created to be as much like yourself as possible, and God did you succeed. Swallowed up in your own panic you didn't hear Caleb move closer until you hear his voice right next to you.
"You okay there pips? I asked you a question." Your head whips towards him so fast your surprised you don't give yourself whiplash. His face goes from curious, to suspicious to dead cold in a matter of seconds.
"Who are you?" God if the ground could swallow you whole it would be great if it did so right fucking now. Looking into his purple hues that have lost any and all light, you wish you could have met him under any different circumstances.
His hands grab your arm, tightly but not too tight to harm, as if mentally aware that it's still MC's body, just no longer her who inhabits it.
If you weren't petrified before, you sure as hell were now, because standing there, in another persons body, you weren't quite sure yourself who you were anymore...
Holy shit, I've written a full fledged story for the first time in months?!?! It's going to be a multi chap isekai fic?!?! I'm going back to my roots?!?!?
I've been cleaning up my blog and found out I HAVE OVER 600 FOLLOWERS?! I literally never even fucking noticed. SO, I was wondering if you guys would like me to do like a little celebration? And if so, please do tell me what you would like as I have never done one of those before...
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ALSO, THANK YOU FOR SAID 600 FOLLOWERS BY THE WAY. I LOVE YOU ALL DEARLY! <333
Holy shit, I've written a full fledged story for the first time in months?!?! It's going to be a multi chap isekai fic?!?! I'm going back to my roots?!?!?
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Hello! I have changed my blog name! I didn't like the old one I had, as this was never supposed to be my writing blog but I digress. I was previously known as draftbeerbibi! Just wanted to make everyone aware of the change! <3
Did not know all of my links are now useless. Imagine having to manually find ALL OF MY FICS AGAIN so i can properly link them this time. Couldn't be me...
Hello! I have changed my blog name! I didn't like the old one I had, as this was never supposed to be my writing blog but I digress. I was previously known as draftbeerbibi! Just wanted to make everyone aware of the change! <3
Imagine! growing up with Caleb and MC. The three of you were tied at the hip, your close bond known throughout school, your neighbourhood and even university. Really, there was nothing that could separate the three of you. Almost.
Imagine! one day you see Caleb chatting with MC while you came back from the restroom and this unsettling jealousy bubbled up before you could understand why. He was your childhood best friend, as close like a brother. You shouldnât be feeling like this!
Imagine! seeing the way Caleb looks at MC, and you piece the puzzle together. As fast as your newly discovered crush came, it was crushed to the ground as you see Caleb truly and utterly unguarded around her, in a way he never was with you.
Imagine! you canât even be mad at MC. She was like your little sister, and as she spots you she waves you over, making Caleb look over his shoulder and smile as he sees you, making all the heartache fizzle out.
Imagine! you spend years pretending your fine, joking around with each other, and maintaining this careful distance as to shield your heart from the inevitable heartbreak.
Imagine! that your peace gets destroyed on a random Tuesday evening. As the three of you head back home, still bantering like normal, Caleb heads in first. You and MC are outside fighting over who gets to eat the last drumstick when the house explodes.
Imagine! waking up only to find out your childhood best friend and unrequited love has died.
Imagine! spending years catering to MC as she caves under her grief, while barely containing your own. Days blur together as you struggle to make sense of reality. Your heart once a vibrant noticeable red had dulled into a hallow ashy grey that blended in with the shadow of your grief.
Imagine! as the years pass you learn a new routine. You and MC still talk, even though sheâs super busy with her new hunter job and you have found a steady job at a publishing company.
Imagine! life almost feels normal. Until one day. Your phone buzzes incessantly as you throw back another cup of coffee with jittering hands just so you can make the deadline. MCâs name shining brightly in your tired eyes.
Imagine! picking up to a frantic MC, bawling about how Caleb is alive, how she met him on a mission, how heâs back.
Imagine! your heart stops. Because the grief that you had bottled up, careful not to spill immediately topples out of its confines, baring its teeth at you as you drop your coffee mug to the ground.
Imagine! the years you had spent desperately pulling yourself together, to try and be even a ghost of your former self, crumble in one fell swoop.
Caleb was alive, and he had not once looked for you.
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A/N: I know I said I wasnât going to write for love and deepspace anymore but the newfound Caleb obsession needed an outlet. I honestly need to shut the fuck up and just write when I wanna write and not when I donât. Iâll stop saying stupid shit guys I promiseđâ also not proofread⌠sorry not sorry.
as a LADS player who uses the period tracker, itâs actually so funny to go to the doctor and they ask you when your last period was and youâre like âhold up, let me open my romance sci-fi gacha otome dating fighting simulator game rqâ
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Guys, Iâve been playing lads for over a year now and have not liked Caleb ONCE. I donât know why, he just never tickled my fancy. I tried, I really did but I could never really get into him. I donât know what the FUCK has happened but I am utterly obsessed with him. Literally borderline in love and idk what started it. So now Iâm just bamboozled, consuming every piece of media I can find of this manâŚ
I have had 2 talking stages in the past month and both times couldnât go through with it cuz I kept thinking, ur nothing like Sylus or Caleb or any of the lads men in the slightestâŚ
zayne had a rough day at workâso many patients, too much paperwork, an excruciating surgery in betweenâhe was absolutely beat. so when he trudges through the door with his tie loosened and very prominent bags under his eyes on his otherwise perfect skin, you tell him to go sit on the couch and relax while you finish whipping up dinner.Â
he wants nothing more than to shower the day off of him and crawl into bed with his wife, but you insist he needs to eatâthe same way he would if it were you in his shoes. and because he canât resist youâespecially when youâre wearing a cute little apronâhe begrudgingly obliges, letting his bag hit the ground and slumping on the couch, a single button on his crisp shirt unbuttoned showing off a beautiful sliver of skin.Â
he throws his head back and pinches the bridge of his nose, thinking of anything to take his mind off his grueling work, and heâs successful when his mind finally lands back on you. his sweet, sweet wife.Â
he tries to keep his thoughts innocent⌠tries not to think about you in your little apron looking like you came straight out of a male fantasy. tries not to think about all the things he could do to you. tries so hard not to think about how you could take care of his cockâthe very same thatâs growing harder and harder in his confined slacks.Â
heâs tiredâcan barely move, and yet, he still calls you to him.
âsweetheart,â his voice gruff, carrying a slight rasp as he beckons you. âcâmere please.â
a frown etches itself on your face, walking your way to him from the kitchen. âbaby, âm almost done with dinââ
you donât get the chance to finish your complaint when heâs pulling you by the arm into his lap. a soft gasp leaves your lips at the sudden movement. then youâre settled, straddling the large expanse of his lap and you feel it.Â
he wraps his arms around your body, flushing you against his chest. his lips press against the shell of your ear and he whispers, âdonât care about dinner, just let me hold my wife, yeah?â
he swears itâs all he needsâto hold you close and inhale your scentâbut his pulse is racing and blood roars in his ears all due to sheer desire and he canât stop himself from shifting his hips the slightest bit.Â
you feel that, too. it elicits a sharp gasp.Â
you can almost hear the small smirk forming on his lips, âhow was your day, beautiful?â he murmurs, hands moving to your hips.Â
and his movements are so calculated. from the way he ever so gently grounds you into him to the way his breath fans against your ear sending shivers down your spine.Â
âwas fineâŚâ you mumble, unable to stop the way you shift in his lap, body begging for more attention. âmissed you.â
âyeah?â he asks, his voice is low and nearly unrecognizable. âmissed you sâmuch more, my love. been waiting for this moment all day.âÂ
you pull back slightly to look into his eyes. theyâre tired. exhausted even, but they still hold that fire. that pure, burning desire. theyâre his fuck me eyes. and, god, do you love them.
âzaynie,â you whisper, unable to trust your shaky voice.Â
he hums, and the soft, pitched noise has you leaking through your bottom, probably leaving a wet patch right on his pants. âtell me, sweetheart.â his hands squeeze at your sides and his hips slowly, but surely, roll into you. "what did you do today?"
you whimper, pussy clenching around nothing. "mmph, not muchâŚ" another roll, evoking another wet gasp. "fuck, just⌠cleaned, w-went on a walkâ" he's pushing against you deeper now. you feel the outline of his cock push into you with every not-so-little thrust. "s-saw, saw that stray kitty in the park again."
"mmm, we should really take her in, shouldn't we?" he breathes, cock twitching at the sound of your voice breaking with every grind.
"zaynie," your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him back so you can look at him. his face is flushed, pink blooming over his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears. you gyrate against him, pulling a breathy moan from your husbands hung open mouth. "dinner's gonna burn."
"let it burn then." he says, the words coming out in a hiss. "need my wifeâwe can order takeout later, i'll even cook, don't care. let me just have you like this first."Â
a beg. to the untrained ear, you can't hear it, but you know zayne like the back of your hand. you know that heat curls in his stomach, that tension lies in every bone in his body, that pure desire is the only thing he feels right now. the need to be close to you is strong, but the need to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking you till he's completely stress free and you're completely full of his cum is much, much stronger.Â
it's why all the fatigue evaporates and he can't stop himself from flipping you onto the plush couchâ rubbing into you you like he might die without feeling the outline of your pussy through your soddened panties and leggings . he can't even be bothered to rid you of your clothes⌠he craves the release. he needs it more than anything. needs you more than anything.
you let out a pathetic needy sob, overly worked up by him fucking you through your clothes. "z-zayne, moreâugh, need more. t-take it off, please."Â
his cock twitches helplessly at the sound. it's what he's been missing while drowning in work for hours on end.Â
"sweetheart," he moans brokenly. "promise i'll fuck you just the way you likeâjust need you to take this first. you can do that for me, can't you?" he whispers and the word shoot an immense amount of heat straight to your core. "you can be a good little wife, right, darling?"
you can never say no to him, especially when he talks to you like that. you respond wordlessly, giving your husband what he wantsâno, what he needsâand wrap your legs securely around his slim waist.Â
"that's it, good girl." and the way zayne sounds is the polar opposite of the weight of his words. his voice is frayed, desperate. "f-feels, ha, feels so good like this, yeah?"Â
his hips move faster, imitating the way they would if he were actually inside of you fucking you with full force. your body rocks with every thrust, every grind, your tits bounce underneath your apron, the couchâeven as firm as it sitsâsways with you in tandem.
it goes on and on. endless, whiny praises from him, sobbing pleas from you, your bodies rubbing against one another effectively ruining his dry-clean-only slacks till you finally feel that tight knot form in your lower belly.Â
and he's close, too, but zayne's been close to coming undoneâhe just didn't want to let go without you.Â
it happens so quickly that you barely have the time to process it. "baby, baby," you gasp, nerve-endings coming alive while your heart pounds at the speed of light. "'mâoh, fuck, baby. 'm cumming, cumming, cumming."
"cum with me, sweet girl." he wheedles, never losing his momentum for a second. he grinds you both through it till he feels your body pull taut underneath him. till you're shaking and sobbing and clinging onto him for dear life.Â
then he stills and his orgasm is explosive. he's vocal, moaning out your name mixed with all the sweet pet names he's given you. his cum leaks through his boxers and said dry-clean-only slacks, beading out of the fabric in a taboo, yet very erotic way.Â
it takes you both minutes to come down till the smell of burning food fills your nostrils.
then you hear the unmistakable beeping of the fire alarm.
"oh, shit."
KIT SAYS... they took my yaoi/bl app away from me. if you guys know where i can read my yaoi ad free, email me. (dm me or send me an ask, I'm begging i need to fujo out over hot men that kiss) oh and this isn't proofread lol
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