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Thinking about . . .

Caleb catching you using a dildo to get off instead of him leaves him wildly offended. So, as punishment, he blindfolds you with his necktie and ties your hands behind your back with the necklace you gave him. "If you break it, I'm gonna be very upset with you, pips", he says. And finally, he uses his evol to make you bounce on the same dildo for hours and holds you in place every time you get close to cumming. Right when you're close to losing your mind from the stimulation, you get the warm sensation of his hands on your body—along with his soft lips peppering kisses on your neck—while whispering sweet nothings to you as he uses his real dick to make you cum so hard you see all the stars in the galaxy.

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★mona's notes: smth light𐔌՞. .՞𐦯/ two days until my husbands myth drops and i only have 30 deepspace wishes and 1606 gems🫩and im so damn tired of finding f*ckass tobias and farewell(╯ •̀ □ •́)╯︵ ┻━┻ anyways gonna try to finish some other works bye ilyy

Caleb takes care of drunk fem!reader

The bathroom door swung open, and the automatic lights flickered on. The mirror reflects your limp body in his arms, holding you close to him. His chest sinks as he lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. He places you on the sink. Your body leans back, pressing your weight on the mirror behind you.

“I’m all for you goin’ out and having fun, pipsqueak, but you seriously overdid it tonight”, Caleb scolds your inebriated form. Your only responses were small hums and Incomprehensible gibberish.

“Getting you to wash your face might be difficult…” He mumbles to himself, trying to remember the other method women use to remove their makeup. He crouches down and opens the cabinet next to your foot.  He pulls out a pink travel-sized bag stuffed to the brim with products. He unzips it to find the blue pack of makeup remover wipes. 

Unbeknownst to you, all those times you gave your childhood friend unsolicited skincare tutorials were not in vain. Though it’s been a while, the memories of you excitedly giving him an exclusive step-by-step on your facial routines came rushing back to his mind.

He holds your face between his thumb and pointer and starts to gently wipe the makeup off your face. 

Your brows furrowed at the sensation of the cold sheet brushing against your hot face. You whine, but your body has no strength to move away.

“Just bear with it, I’m almost done”. He spoke softly. It was like cleaning one of his favorite model airplanes. He doesn’t miss a single spot; from the creases of your nose, to the inner corners of your eyes, right up to your hairline. He mirrors your nightly routine perfectly.  “I’d never hear the end of it if you woke up with a face full of pimples because you went to sleep in your makeup.”

Your body jolts as a hiccup leaves you. You groan, your expression tightens as you regain a bit of consciousness.

“Oh? She’s alive," you hear a familiar voice tease.

“ ...’leb? that you?” You barely get out. Your voice is quiet and hoarse. 

Your eyes flutter open, taking a moment to adjust to the bright light. The weight of your lids only made it possible to keep them slightly open. The first thing you noticed was the quiet. The hum of the lights and quiet shuffling replaced the thrums in your chest. The surface of the sink felt cool beneath your thighs. No longer smelling sweaty bodies and alcohol, just the presence of one person. You inhale the addictive scent of fresh apples mixed with a hint of cedarwood. a familiar fragrance that makes you feel at home. “How did…how’d I get…here?”

a silly question.

“How’d you think, pipsqueak? I brought you here”, Caleb answers. He turns on the faucet to wash his hands, then pats them dry on a nearby towel. “Your one and only, Caleb, came to the rescue yet again.”

The sound of a container being popped open echoed against the bathroom walls. Caleb takes out a toner pad, which is very small in comparison to his hands. “Lemme finish up so you can hurry on to bed,, He tilts your chin up to wipe over your skin with the thin, wet product. After letting it dry for a second, he carefully rubbed some moisturizing cream onto your face. Not wanting to risk anything by packing too much product on your face.

You’re quiet. It takes a second for your mind to catch up on what’s going on. Once it did, the emotions came flooding in like an unpredictable storm. 

“Whoa—hey—what happened, pipsqueak? Are you hurt?!” Caleb, taken aback by your sudden burst of tears, asks with comforting concern.

He watches as your lips quiver, pushing up into a sad pout, your eyes glossy with tears. “….You’re so good to me, Caleb”, you said in a drawn-out sob. 

No way….

Caleb’s mouth falls in disbelief at the sudden praise, making eye contact with himself in the mirror. His hand slapped over the growing smile on his lips as he quietly collected himself.

“Of course, I’m good to you, pipsqueak. What’s gotten into you?” He holds your crying face in his palms. His violet eyes can’t help but take in the sight before him. As silly as the situation is, he couldn’t deny that the scene wasn’t causing his heart to do cartwheels in his chest. Barely holding himself back, he continues to console you, “There, there…no need to cry. Your eyes are gonna be as puffy as a cloud if you don’t stop.”

A hiccup gets caught in your throat, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. This is a rare side of you that Caleb hasn’t seen. You aren’t even sure if you yourself know about this side. Who knew you could get overwhelmed with something so trivial when drunk?  

With abrupt determination, you find the energy to push yourself, leaning towards him. Your face smooshed into his hard chest, breathing in his scent as your arms wrap around his neck.  “I’m…really lucky to have you. Promise me you won’t disappear again.” The words came out soft and weak, yet your eyes earnestly gaze into his, waiting for him to reply.

He raised his big, pale hand to gently cup the side of your face. You boldly nuzzle into its warmth. His eyes soften, the look of love not hard to recognize. Caleb dips down, and his hands scoop under your thighs to lift you off the sink. You yelp at the sudden action, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You're now at eye level with him.

There’s a brief silence between you before he speaks. 

“I promise I won’t disappear ever again," he means it with all his heart.

You cling to him like a koala on a tree. Nuzzling into his neck. “I’m not letting you go....”, you murmured.

An amused laugh leaves his lips, “Are you gonna stay like this the whole night?” He asks. Finally, leaving the bathroom.

“Yes”, you answer without a second thought.

“are you serious?”, he smirks.

“Yes” 

“You’re all mine....” is the last thing he hears from you before he hears the soft sighs of you sleeping.

He looks over to the moonlit sky, silently wishing for the night to never end. Hoping that you’ll remember this in the morning—even if you don’t. These are unmistakably your true feelings. He’ll reassure you as much as you want. Drunk or sober.

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a/n: not completely satisfied with how this turned out but yk wtv its js some a lil sum sweet so we can back down to real business 😼.

reblogs and comments are appreciated!! see you in my next work(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

thinking about...

Waking up in the middle of the night, groggy and hungry, you let your rumbling stomach guide your feet to the kitchen. You stand frozen in front of the cabinets. half-asleep, your eyes closed—trying to sense which cabinet you left it in without having to search.

It finally came to you, and you stood on your tiptoes trying to open the small cabinet above the fridge.

You flinch as you see a hand reach over you. Panicked and the sleepiness instantly knocked out you, you whirled around to meet a big, bare chest.

Caleb, shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist, and a small towel hanging on his broad shoulders. "you didn't hear me calling you pipsqueak?", his says, his voice low and gentle. huffing a relieved sigh, you smile wrapping your arms boyfriends frame.

"No, sorry", his chest was cold on your cheek. he must've just showered. "you startled me. thought someone was here to rob me of my snacks". His chest shakes with a small laugh.

"you're so focused on your snacks you forgot about your boyfriend...", you feel him place you on the counter, the cold stings your bare thighs. you look up to beautiful, violet eyes. perfect kissable lips open to speak again. "...maybe i should rob you."

you both shared another laugh. indulged in your latw night treat and went bed in each other's arms.

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Thinking about . . .

Burning your lip sipping on the tea offered to you by your childhood best friend whom you haven't seen in a while. You both had a small disagreement before you parted ways and never got the chance to reconcile. Now you're back in his apartment in skyhaven and awkward is one way to describe how you felt right now.

"I told you it was hot", Caleb said softly, not scolding you. But the look on his face makes it seems like he knew it was gonna happen. "want some ice?", he offers, already getting up to head to the kitchen.

you nod, "yeah, thanks", you can't deferenciate from the heat in your ips to the heat in your face. it's embarrassing how you become such a klutz around him.

Caleb comes back from the kitchen. Hands empty. no ice in sight.

The room was filled with no words, just the sound of caleb's footsteps as he strode across the room over to you.

You lick your lips, ignoring the small sting of the burn.

"w-where's the ice?", you say, more like a whisper.

a small smirk curls at caleb's mouth as his right hand braced against the couch frame next to your head ; His left knee sunk into the sofa cushion by your thigh and his left hand grabs your chin tilting your head up at him.

He opens his mouth slightly and you catch a glimpse of something glassy and solid on his tongue.

ah, there it is . .

His lips meet yours in a cold, messy but so very hot kiss. Caleb's claims your mouth hungrily the water from the melting ice cube leaks out from the corner of your mouths.

You've long forgotten the burning sensation in your lip only caleb's cool touch fogs your mind.

He pulls away, out of breath, lips shining with a mix of saliva and water. that warm , familiar smile graces his lips. your heart leaps.

"so...", he says. "we're cool?"

you nod, cracking the small pea-sized ice cube between your teeth.

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★mona's notes: hmm. this is aii ig. not proofread

Thinking about. . .

Ranting to Caleb about the rude encounter you had with some of his admirers while you were waiting for him by the campus entrance.

He's next to you doing push-ups—which you were technically supposed to be doing with him—but got so caught up in running your mouth, you just lay on your back talking to the ceiling.

You huff in frustration. "Can you believe the audacity you'd have to have to just interrogate someone's girlfriend like that?"

You get nothing but a small huff of laughter in response.

You look over to Caleb, who's now doing a one-armed push-up, feeling kind of peeved that he's not really paying attention to your very important dialogue.

You roll under him. A look of surprise flashes across his features.

His chest rises and falls with controlled deep breaths. The skin not covered by his tank top glistens with sweat. The cool metal of his dog tag brushes against the tip of your chin.

"y'know a boyfriend is supposed to listen to his girlfriend's troubles and offer comfort", you say, ignoring the

His gaze softens. "I'm sorry. I was listening, though," he said. "Sorry you had to go through that, but either way, what they said doesn't really matter. No matter how mad they are, they can't change the fact that I chose you to be my girlfriend."

But you're not really boyfriend and girlfriend.

still, you can't help the way your heart leaps whenever he refers to you as such.

You sigh, frustrated again.

frustrated at how badly you want to claim the man in front of you.

★mona's notes: this is based off verified rumors card and this. just posting drafts. this one's not as good either but oh well. so did you all get caleb's card yet are there any lucky souls who didn't have to give an arm and a leg for the cards? lmk im feeling chatty anyways have a good day loves !

DEEPLY THANKFUL

┆caleb x fem!reader: caleb gives you his card to reward you for all your hard work and later when the day is done and he's home from work you give him his reward for being so good to you.

⌗ established relationship, oral sex(giving&receiving), the uniform stays on !!, lingerie, praise kink?, body worship, whimpering, squirting, blowjob, fingering, improper use of Evol, slight edging, pussy slapping, gets nastier the more you scroll down.

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Reborn.

That’s the best way to describe how you’re feeling right now.

With each reflection you caught on a store mirror, glee fluttered in your stomach. The tension and aches in your body were skillfully massaged away at the spa place Caleb booked. Your hair was freshly down, and it smelled like a warm apple cinnamon hair perfume you had bought at the salon’s front desk. Your nails were crisp, short, and square French tips with a pretty pale pink base. You have all these new makeup products to try.

You strolled around the department store, blissfully carrying shopping bags in your hands. Even though you're by yourself, you mind keeps wondering to boyfriend, who is probably just so heartbroken he couldn't indulge in retail therapy with you. Still, he couldn't stand seeing you go another day with that frown on your face—so he gave you his bank card and car keys and told you to go treat yourself.

And treat yourself you did. But now that you're done, a small wave of guilt hits you. Caleb always makes sure that you're happiness is top priority. It's been like that since you were kids. Your mind starts to think of ways to show your appreciation.

Then an idea suddenly strikes you, your steps comes to a halt. And you can’t help the way the corner of your lips involuntarily curls up as you look at the store infront of you.

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As the sun sets you head back home. Caleb's still not back from work yet. Perfect. You shoot him a text to let him know you’re home, then make your way to the bathroom to freshen up.

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*beep beep

Your ears perk up at the sound of the door unlocking, followed by quiet shuffling and a deep exhale. You bit back a smile as you jumped up and poked your head out the entryway. It's your daily habit. Caleb’s eyes were already fixed at the spot you appeared, He knows you like the back of his hand.

“Hi”, you whispered. stepping out to fully greet him. “Welcome home, My hard working Colonel”

You don’t miss how his purple eyes scan you, meticulously taking notes of every individual change he observes. And you don’t miss the small bob of his Adams apple, you knew he was hungry for you. you pretend to not notice.

“Oh, this? I bought it today”, You looked down on your outfit. You twirled in your pale pink, lacy silk robe with a floral camisole and shorts set underneath and flashed a smile up at him.

“Yeah, I know”, passes his lips. his tone was quiet and controlled. You know he knows. He knows every single purchase you made today, you wouldn’t even be surprised if he could recite the exact timestamps from memory.

You chuckled at the thought. 

Feeling impatient you moved closer towards him and slowly reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck. You know he sees the new dainty necklace with a C-initial sitting on top of your chest. batting your eyelashes at him. “So, are you coming in or what?”

Immediately, you’re hoisted In the air. finally leaving the entryway and making your way to living room.

“Couch”, You instructed, he obliged.

He sank into the chair, and you remained poised over him, the closeness tightening the air between you. Hunger flickered in his eyes—quiet, undeniable. Heat rose beneath your skin, a slow-burning thrill you couldn’t hide.

Moonlight slipped through the thin white curtains, washing over the dark lines of his uniform. The soft glow traced the sharp edges and quiet shadows, revealing a version of him that never failed to captivate you. It struck you again how entirely he could change the moment he wore it—how someone you thought you knew could become something even more magnetic, more mysterious, more him.

You feel a gloved hand trail from the back of your thighs up to your waist. His eyes never leaving yours. “Had fun today?”, he asks.

Trying to stay calm about his hands roaming your body. You nodded with a hum. “Mhm”

“Thanks for today…I needed it”, You add, your tone a quiet, velvety whisper.

“You know I’ll do anything to keep you happy, pipsqueak”, He says. “But why do I get the feeling your gratitude doesn’t stop at that little thank-you?”, He teased, his voice dipping as a slow grin stretched across his face.  And he’s right. 

You leaned in, chest pressed against his. Caleb’s ear was already warm, flushed from more that just the moment, and you felt the tiny shiver that ran through him as you spoke. “ ‘cause it doesn’t”, you murmured, Your breath skimmed across his skin—light enough to tease, intentional enough to make sure he felt every syllable.

“Oh yeah?” he breathed, slightly bucking his hips as he leaned back into the cushions. 

The heat between your legs grow hotter as you felt his bulge against your core through the thin fabric of the shorts. Wanting to be the one in control you accept his quiet challenge. “Yeah”

You pushed yourself off the couch, Caleb’s eyes following your movement with silent complaint until he sees you kneel down, settling in the space between his legs.

“Let me show you how thankful I am, Colonel”, you purred. A tortured groan passes Caleb’s lips. You unzipped his pants and free his semi-hard cock from its confinement.

“Mmm…do whatever you want to me, pips”, he pleads, his breath uneven. “I’m all yours”

His words erupts something inside you—'cause he's right. He's all yours You feel the overwhelming urge to devour the man infant of you.

You start at the shaft—slowly kissing up to the tip, flushed and oozing with pre-cum. You swirled your tongue around him tasting that familiar salty taste on your tongue.

Your lips closed around his tip as your hands began to stroke up and down to make up for what you can’t reach. You never take your eyes off him. You watch his every reaction. The way his chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, His eyes low but refuses to fully close as if he doesn’t want to miss a single second of what’s happening. His gloved hand curls next to you gripping the cushion. You moan, taking him deeper in your throat.

Caleb isn't the kind to you hide how you make him feel, His moans and groans are so delicious to hear. They’re your motivation to keep going.

“Oh—ngh! pipsqueak”, He whimpers, unknowingly bucking into your mouth. “Yes, you’re being so good to me. I love it.”

You popped off his mound for some air, using your spit to stroke him just the way he likes. “Look baby, the nails you paid for look so good stroking your pretty cock”, you gasp. You grab his hand next to you and place it in your hair. “Feel free to pull and tug however much you want, I got all of this done just so you can ruin me”

Caleb is stunned by the words coming out of your mouth, But that doesn’t stop you. You whisper every nasty thought that comes to mind while stroking his hard cock in your hand, never breaking eye contact. Occasionally kissing and sucking his sensitive tip. You’re fully drunk on watching Caleb come apart in your hands.

But he stops you right before he was about to cum.

Next thing you know you’re pulled on the couch by an unnatural force. Your knees are forced to your chest, and you struggle as you watch the man tower over you. Desire burning in those sunset eyes of his. He tugs at his tie and gloves and throw them god knows where.  You feel a cool breeze brush against your hot cunt. Caleb had ripped your little shorts right off your body. 

“Y’really know how to drive me crazy”, He shoves his middle and ring finger into your mouth and you immediately suck on them.

You whine when he takes it back soon er than expected only to put them in his own mouth before pushing them into your wet cunt. You curse from the pleasure your boyfriend overloads you with. Long, thick fingers thrusting and curling into you at the perfect speed and the perfect amount of force. His mouth gets busy with you clit and fuck if he wasn’t holding you down with his Evol you would’ve been a squirming mess under his touch. 

“Fuck! Caleb! That feels—so fucking good”, You cry. Feeling the pressure begin to build in your lower stomach. You choke on air as Caleb catches your lips in a sloppy kiss, you’re barely able to keep up as his speed increases. Your legs begin you shake under the unnatural force.

“There you go, baby. You’re gonna cum all over my hands aren’t you?”

“I want you to come all over my hand, so you can come all over my cock next”

“M’gonna bury myself deeep inside you, just the way you like”

Caleb spoke directly into your ear, kissing and nipping at the flesh.  He left a trail of marks from your jawline to your chest. 

At the exact moment the pressure peak Caleb roughly pulled his fingers from your greedy hole and delivered a heavy slap to cunt. You came that exact second

His uniform was ruined. From his chest, all the way down to his pulsing cock was drenched in your release.

Your eyes are wide in shock. You’ve never done that before. But Caleb—he seems to be more entranced about this than you.

The air around him was dark and unpredictable, until he smiled. “Pipsqueak…—that was amazing”

You shudder at the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing against your aching clit.

“We’re not stopping until you do that again”…

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a/n: My first Caleb story, how exciting !! im a little nervous >(˶ˆᗜˆ˵)< i havent written since 2021 anime era. I'm definitely a little rusty. but i promised to improve my writing. lmk what you think !

reblogs and comments are much appreciated!! im going to go wring my panties now byeee~!(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Thinking about . . .

That couples trend where they kiss and guess what flavor chapstick your partner has on.

Playing this with Caleb would be the HOTTEST thing ever and it’s a bonus since our man’s known for them dry ass lips…no shade…

To make it better, instead of turning away you just blindfold whoever has to guess.

Seeing Caleb blindfold with a cocky smirk teasing you about how you’re using the game as an excuse to make.

AHHHHHHIBDKVDXKKNCNJ

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