Thinking about Caleb spoiling you with his colonel salary.

As children he worked hard earning what little money he could to buy you sweet treats and little toys at the local convenience stores.

You were overjoyed with everything he bought you. It didn’t matter if it was cheap or fixed together with glue after the flimsy plastic broke. Caleb was the one who gave it to you so it automatically meant the world to you. Even if you broke the toy or craved more sweets, Caleb would smile and give you more.

But now, with his extremely generous pay, he can spoil you all he wants just as he’s always wanted too. Don’t get him wrong, he’s loved giving you your hearts desires as a kid. But that’s just it, he could only give you so much. Grandma didn’t always pay for everything, mainly the necessities. So he couldn’t always throw his money around.

Now though, he can buy you those designer bags, expensive makeup, artisan craftsmanship tools, the latest gaming console, high quality sports equipment or anything else you desire. His card knows no limits.

It took you a while to get used to it. Going from budget dinners as a kid and instant food when you were grieving his death became luxury banquets. Of course, all paid and provided for by Caleb. It was foreign. But not unwelcome.

He always reassured you that he wants to pay for you. It makes his heart grow three times seeing you scarf down premium meets, fresh vegetables and decadent desserts. Providing for you and ensuring you’re well taken care of is all he wants and needs.

Whatever hobby, beauty service or vacation you want is paid by him. You couldn’t be happier.

And all he asks in return is for you to stay with him and spend the next hundred years together.

Sorry for the little hiatus I’ve been so busy recently but! I have brain rot of rich Colonel Caleb Xia 😝 oh to have Caleb pay for your hair appointments I didn’t know it was that expensive 😞 will get back to proper writing soon 🫡

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caleb tries and I mean he tries to take you seriously when you complain about him taking the last slice. but he won't ever admit that he does it just so to see you all riled up. the way your eyebrows furrow and face pouts while you try to lecture him is almost too adorable

caleb loves when you spend the day helping him build his new airplane model. he purposely picks a difficult design because he loves seeing your concentrated expression as your hold the pieces together, waiting for the glue to dry. and when you get frustrated, he just chuckles softly and holds it together with you

caleb needs to see you in clothes all the time. he almost gets offended when you sit down on his couch after a long day instead of immediately changing into his soft cotton shirt. he goes through his wardrobe once a month, looking for things he doesn't wear anymore just to see what he can add to your side of the closet. there's nothing like seeing you in your most vulnerable state, dressed in his clothes, thinking all mine

caleb loosens the jars in his house ever so slightly just so you can get the satisfaction of opening them yourself. you boast about how you don't need his help anymore because you're a strong hunter now. but he just looks at you lovingly, because he loves celebrating your victories

caleb adores watching you struggle to not fall asleep during late night movies. he doesnt say anything of course, just nudges you into his chest and strokes your arm until your breathing slows down. he feels like the luckiest person with you curled up against him, quietly counting your lashes as he pulls you in closer like his own plushie

The second your nails scratch at it he's shivering and moaning into your ear. His hips don't falter in their pace, no, they drive into you with extra force. You attempt to say his name, a rough jumble of sounds tumbling from your lips as he makes you see stars.

He's not doing much better, fists curled tightly as he rests a majority of his weight on his forearms. There is not a single inch of your skin that isn't touching his. Not a single place your hands haven't grabbed on his body. His back is littered in red scratches among his scattered freckles. "Gonna cum inside of ya pretty pussy, okay? Is that okay, princess? You'll let me do that, right?"

He's a mess, breath hot as he nuzzles his face into your neck. The lewd slap of skin on skin is deafening, your cunt squelching every time he bottoms out inside of you. "Yes! Please, Caleb!" it's slurred, drool threatening to slip past your parted lips as your nails dig into his skin and drag from his middle up to his shoulders. You feel him shutter at that, cock throbbing between your velvety walls.

Goosebumps erupt across his skin, teeth nipping at your pulse in order to keep himself from going insane. "So good to me, this pussy is so good to me, so welcoming. You're such a good girl, my perfect girl. All mine." His praise has your eyes rolling back, squirming under him as the pleasure becomes too much.

The force in which your nails dig into his back is hard enough to draw blood, earning a low cry of your name as he shoots another load inside of you. It caught him by surprise, the tension snapping so fast he could stop the tears slipping down his cheeks as your cunt clamped down to keep him and everything he had to offer inside.

Caleb's eyes grew wide, ears tinging pink as you poked his cheek.

"What…?"

"You're pretty," you repeated, tilting your head. You traced your finger down his jawline. "It's not fair, really. How am I ever supposed to look away?"

Caleb made a low sound in his throat, quickly pulling you onto his lap and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You can't just say things like that, pips," he groaned.

"Why not?" You pulled his face up, cradling it in both your hands. "I love you."

the tension has been building up all evening, but in the best way possible. it started at the restaurant, with caleb’s foot playfully tapping yours under the table, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a lazy smile when you tried to steal a bite of his food. then came the drive back in his car, he kept his hand on your thigh the entire time, his thumb tracing light teasing circles into your skin while he casually talked about his schedule like he wasn’t driving you out of your mind.

you kept shifting in the passenger seat, laughing softly and leaning over to whisper something entirely too close to his ear, loving the way his jaw tightened even as he laughed and shook his head. got him.

by the time he pulled into his driveway, your heart was doing flips and your panties were most definitely soaked. caleb’s usually easygoing grin had softened into something warm, dark and hungry. the second the front door clicked behind you, he doesn’t even give you a chance to take off your jacket before pulling you into his chest.

you laugh as he pushes you back against the wall, his body crowding you with a low, happy chuckle that vibrates against your lips. caleb’s hands were warm snd impatient as he slid your jacket off your shoulders, eyes glinting with pure affection in the dim lighting.

“you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice a sweet raspy rumble. his thumb catches your chin, tilting your face up to press a quick bruising kiss to your lips.

“maybe i am,” you giggle, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly as your hips press against his. “you always act so collected infront of me. i wanted to see you lose a little.”

“yeah? well, you’ve got your wish, baby,” he chuckles warmly, a sound that makes your pussy throb.

caleb dosen’t even take you to the bedroom. he hauls you straight up to his living room couch, scooping you up effortlessly as you laugh and cling to his broad shoulders. he strips you both down in a flash with his evol, his large hands tracing every corner of your naked body until you’re shivering and pulling him closer. caleb drops flat on his back against the cushions, his abs flexing. his cock was full hard, thick and leaking with shiny pre cum that catches the light from the window. your eyes widen slightly as you stare at it. it’s not the first time but it still manages to shock you how big caleb really is.

caleb grins as he catches you staring, grabbing your waist and lifting you up, positioning your wet, swollen folds right over the head of his cock. but he just holds your there, his warm, slick tip teasing the entrance of your cunt, rubbing against your clit with every small twitch of his hips.

“caleb, please,” you sob happily, head dropping to his shoulder as you try to force your hips down, but his grip on your waist is like steel. “don’t tease me. put it insideeeee. i’m so wet, it hurts.”

“not yet, pips,” he whispers, a smug, adoring smile on his face as he intentionally rubs his cock back and forth against your soaked folds, swearing your own wetness all over both ofyou. as you twist desperately above him, caleb catches the silver chain around his neck, lifting the cold metal of the tag up to your lips, pressing it down against your bottom one. “open up, baby. suck.”

you part your lips with a soft gasp, letting him slip it into you mouth. your tongue slides over the metal sucking down on it, tasting silver as caleb’s eyes darken at the sight. “good girl” he murmurs, thumb catching a bit of saliva at the corner of your lips. “hold onto that f’me while i stretch you out. let me hear you beg through it.”

you let out a muffled, desperate whimper around the metal, your gummy walls clenching around nothing, desperate for him to fill you up. he releases his grip just enough, and you slide down, taking him all at once. your walls stretch painfully wide, fat cock practically splitting you open. a loud, breathless shriek leaves your throat, your whole body shivering as he fills every corner of you, plugging your pussy. you feel so full. so, so full.

“oh god...c-caleb, god, s-so big..” you choke out, your hands pressing hard against his chest for balance as your thighs tremble violently. “you’re stretching me out so m-much.”

“i’ve got you baby, just breathe,” he coos, voice softening with adoration even as his purple eyes burn with hunger. he reaches up, large hands cupping your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears of pleasure. “f-fuck, look at how pretty you look, pips”

you lift your hips, sliding up to the tip before slamming back down, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs fills the room, a loud, flithy rhythm that has caleb groaning out loud. you shift your weight and bounce on his cock, taking him entirely each time. the feeling as your toes curling into the couch, your clit rubbing against the base of his shaft.

“mm....just... like that,” caleb grunts, eyes closing and his muscles flexing beneath your hands as you ride him. “you’re doing so good, pips. so fucking tight, squeeze me.”

“i....hnng!..am squeezing you,” you cry out, pace turning wild and frantic as his mushroom tip keeps abusing your cervix. “ca—leb! look at me.....watch me do this to you.”

he opens his eyes, his pupils completely blown as he watches you above him. his hands fly to your waist, completely taking over the movement. he doesn’t let you set the pace anymore. caleb starts shoving his hips upward to meet your downward slams, his dick driving deep into your cunt, bottoming out inside you with intense pressure. with every drive of his cock upwards, the pressure in your stomach builds up, eyes rolling back as his cock rubs against your wet fluttering walls.

“you feel like heaven,” he rasps, breathing heavy and completely ragged as he fills his tip knocking against your limit. “soakin’ my thighs, pips. come for me. let me feel your cunt clamp down on me.”

“c-can’t.. too much! mmmh, oh fuck, i’m gonna-” you scream, head forwards as your vision goes blurr. you feel like you’re floating, his heavy thrusts hitting your sweet spot snd cervix over and over until you can’t take it anymore.

“yes you can, come on, give it to me,” he coaxes, his hands slamming your hips down one last time before pinning you against him, as your body completely shatters.

you arch your back, a loud and desperate whine ripping from your lungs as your orgasm washes over you. the walls of your pussy clench down on him in pulses, pouring your white slick all over him. caleb lets out a satisfied hum at your squeeze, his body going rigid for a second before he shoots his thick, hot cum deep inside you. he holds your down against him, groaning loudly as he spends himself inside your clenching cunt, his seed dripping and overflowing between your legs.

you collapse forward into his chest, burying your flushed face into neck with raggd breaths. caleb wraps his arms tightly around your naked, sweaty body, rolling you both over until you’re tucked securely against him. he peppers your tear stained face with soft, sweet kisses, chest rumbling with a quiet laugh as he buries his face in your hair.

“all that teasing in the car just for you to pass out against my chest like this,” his whispers, a soft chuckle vibrating against your skin. you swat at him. he loves it.

“goodnight, pips. let’s see if you’re still this brave in the morning.”

cw: mentions of bruises that aren’t bruises

when gideon pulled you aside at caleb’s and your housewarming party, you didn’t know what he was going to ask. but he looked over his shoulder several times, as if he didn’t want caleb to listen. 

„you okay?“, he asked in a hushed voice. 

you blinked. „what?“ 

„are you okay?“, he repeated, looking down at your neck.

oh, fuck. you put a hand over the skin there. you had applied make up over it, but the way gideon inspected the bruises there it seemed to have worn off. 

„you can tell me. he’s my friend, but I’ll fucking kill him with my bare hands if he ever hurts you“, gideon whispered. another quick glance over his shoulder, then his gaze was on you again. you grabbed his arm. 

„everything’s okay, gid“, you said.

his eyes roamed over your body, as if he could look right through the dress. he didn’t seem convinced. 

„they’re not bruises“, you kept going. „he left hickeys. while we … you know.“

gideon blinked. then his cheeks pinked and he stared blankly at the ceiling. „fuck him. and fuck you too for making me worry.“ he put his hands on his hips and looked at you again. „what are you guys – fourteen?“

„thanks for worrying about me. I’m very glad to have you on my side.“ you hugged him tightly. he patted your back.

„hands off my fiancée, bitch“, caleb’s voice rang out from behind you. 

„you’re the bitch“, gideon retorted. „take good care of her.“

It's not because you dislike his bionic arm. In the daytime, you like to hold him there and press kisses all over the skin that can't feel—just to show him that he hasn't changed in your eyes. But at night, you make sure to sleep on his left side.

Caleb is usually loud, always talking and laughing when he's in your presence. When he falls asleep, your skin prickles with unease.

You like to see him relaxed and at peace, but sometimes you swear he looks a little bit too peaceful. Like all he's missing is a tux and bouquet to complete the unsettling image of a too-silent Caleb you never got to bury a year ago.

Though you're no stranger to silence—especially the kind that followed like a heavy fog no matter how you tried to distract yourself from it—you can't handle it now. Not after he came back from the dead.

Perhaps it's silly, but paranoia eats at you when his breathing evens out to a point you can only strain to hear. You need a sign that he's still alive when he goes quiet and drifts off.

So you stay on his left, curling your fingers around his inner wrist and brushing absentminded circles over the prominent vein there.

caleb, zayne, raf (separate) x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ caleb

y'all are at the arcade, playing on the claw machine when you feel a familiar wetness leech out onto your panties. your eyes widen and you immediately tug on your husband's jumper sleeve.

gazing down at you, he grins, "which one do you want, pipsqueak? the fat red one, or the teddy bear?"

you shake your head and say quietly, "mhmm. i need to go to the bathroom." caleb instantly picks up on your discomfort and releases the stick. turning to face you, he grabs your upper arms and squeezes them reassuringly.

bending down, he asks in a low voice, "something happen?" you nod, the scent of your perfume wafting up your partner's nose.

"think i just started my period," you whisper.

"ooooooohhhhh. hold on a sec." caleb straightens up and pulls out an array of pads and tampons from his mary poppins pockets.

he spreads them out like a deck of cards while explaining, "i've got day pads, night pads, ultra thin, no wings, and sports tampons. i've also got organic cotton products in the car. do you want those instead?" you stare at him like he just grew a second head, in utter shock as you browse his meticulous selection of period care.

after a few seconds, you mumble, "i'll just take this one," while picking up your preferred product.

caleb walks with you to the bathroom and waits outside, mentally berating himself for not having the organic cotton pads on hand. the claw machine is completely forgotten in the time it takes for you to assess the damage and clean up.

when you come back out, your puppy is pulling you into a warm hug and murmuring, "you feeling okay? any cramps, nausea, headaches? do you wanna go home?"

given your too late realisation of your period striking, you sigh into his chest, "home, please." and just like that, you two book it home and exchange an afternoon of claw machine for movies and whatever you're craving.