#maps headcanons

I’ve been thinking about Caleb and control. ‘Cause it never really felt limited to life-or-death situations. It feels… systematic. Like something that would sometimes… seep into other moments too.

So… I reckon Caleb’s the kind of guy who pulls back when you’re both about to cum just to edge you for another thirty minutes purely because he likes how tight you get when you’re about to cum. Because he likes knowing you could… but you won’t. Not when he’s decided otherwise. So I call em like I see em: Caleb’s the type to shatter your soul right when you’re about to cum.

We’re talking: voice breaking, breathing rough “ah— nnnh— ah… ah-ah-ah-ahhhh… gonna—”

He doesn’t even finish the sentence properly; he buries his face between your tits with this strangled, helpless sound. That’s how close he is. He’s swallowing his cussing, his eyes are all rolled back and your brain’s melting. You swear he’s right there with you—you’re so. gonna. cu—

Dude pulls out with a sadistic chuckle. An asshole chuckle. It’s long. Filthy and rumbling deep in his chest. “—heh ehe…I know-I know, pips... I know what I said.. but… You feel insane like this.”

So there you fucking are: A leaking cunt and a raging hard dick chasing absolution, but nah—denied. Gates slammed shut. And the sound of his laughter doesn’t let up. “Ah-hahaawhh… you… You grip so fuckin’ tight on the edge… please—please. Suffer with me a little longer. Sh-shhh… I know it hurts. That’s the point. Mm… You’re a good girl—riight?” He forces back in—ahh—goddd—buries to the hilt just to watch you sob, then holds perfectly still. “Hehe—f-fuck… that’s iiiit—ahh… s-slowly… mhm… god, you’re the cutest when you listen to me.”

The LADS boys

- Whispering your name in sleep edition

🧡 Caleb

He’s half-facedown on your pillow, one arm slung over your waist, the other tangled in the sheets like he couldn’t bear the distance.

Then, low—barely a breath—your name slips from him.

“…stay.”

When he wakes and finds you watching him, he grins—barely awake, voice rough:

“So I talk in my sleep now? Guess I’ve got good dreams.”

🩵 Zayne

He lies perfectly still, like his body doesn’t allow for softness, even in sleep. But then, in a voice so quiet it barely touches the air, your name falls from his lips.

And then:

“…mine.”

When he wakes and sees your expression, he doesn’t blink.

“I meant it.”

💜 Rafayel

He’s sprawled across the sheets, hair mussed, cheek against your thigh. One hand tangled in the hem of your nightshirt like he needed to feel you there.

And then—soft and hoarse, like a secret breaking loose—he exhales your name.

“…please.”

When he wakes, cheeks flushed, he buries his face in your neck.

“God, even in dreams I want too much of you.”

🩷 Xavier

He’s curled on his side, breath steady, hands tucked under the pillow—but his fingers twitch like he’s reaching.

Then, so softly it could be mistaken for silence, your name escapes him.

“…perfect.”

When his eyes blink open and find yours, he doesn’t look away.

“I remember every part of the dream.”

❤️ Sylus

He’s stretched across the bed like it belongs to him—and so do you. One arm slung back behind his head, the other resting lazily at your hip.

It escapes on a chuckle, low and dark. He shifts, thigh sliding between yours, and under his breath:

“Mm… I’ll say it again.”

You’re blushing when he opens one glowing eye and smirks.

“Dream you was louder. Let’s fix that.”

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Writer’s note: Proofreading chapter II (link to ch. I) of my non MC AU does this to me—I spiral. Had to toss this into the void before the thought escaped. Have a good night, day, afternoon, timezone, emotional era—whatever you’re in. Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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September 2025: Dear followers, my mental health—and therefore my overall health—has been declining and I don’t have the capacity to write fanfics or be as creative as I used to. My brain feels like mush lately. I want you to know I’m okay—please don’t worry (I’ve been through this before). Relapsing just sucks. I’ll answer asks when I can. Love you all.

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Firstly, I never expected to find myself compiling a masterlist or any list at all tbh!

What started as a simple outlet for my obsession (read: absolute feral obsession) with Caleb has somehow evolved into something others might actually enjoy reading. It’s both surprising and oddly gratifying to know that my scattered musings are not only coherent but also entertaining. Yall are like the biggest bonus ever!

I’ll keep challenging myself, trying out different ideas and new takes, so bear with me if I occasionally miss the mark. For now, this is simply my creative breathing space, and I’m enjoying every imperfect step of the process.

I’m forever grateful for all your likes, comments and reblogs. You make my day ✨

If you ever want to send a request, a thought or whatever it may be—my ask box is always open! I respond with a mix of joy and chaotic introvert energy.

I remain,

Maps 🫶🏻

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