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he only started playing in secret when you showed him your own island. all your miis ranging from your close friends to movie characters, he found it sweet that it was your favorite past time. what really sparked his interest was when you said: “i hope your mii falls in love with my mii. we can get married and have kids.”

now, he’s obsessed with your mii on his island. he feeds mii you every day, afternoon, and night. when his island leveled up, he made sure he built you a tiny private island where your colorful house stood surrounded by water and plenty of flowers. he buys you clothes from where & wear everyday and has you both take endless pics at foto-tomo!

caleb also makes sure your mii interacts with nobody else’s but his. dragging his mii across the island just to talk to you. and he absolutely hates it when he comes back just to see you’ve reached the ‘seems like-minded’ phase with anyone else who roams the island.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. gege!Caleb, slight dacryphilia, creampie, implied filming.

The heat in the room was suffocating, your face flushed hot with embarrassment and something else. Caleb had your back pressed tight to his chest, arm caging you in while his hand held your jaw in a firm grip, making sure you couldn't look away from the obscene video playing on his phone. 

“Dont be shy now pips.”

In your defense, you didn’t mean for this to happen, you were merely curious. Caleb never restricted you from any of his things. Passwords, keys, belongings, everything was at your access and disposal, but thinking back on it, you realized you’d never actually utilized all that privilege. 

So just for your own amusement, not really expecting to find anything, you took a peek at his phone when he’d left it lying around. To your utter surprise, you found his own little porn collection. And to make matters worse, Caleb walked right in on you. 

“Ah I see I’ve been caught.”

He took great enjoyment seeing how flustered you got at his depravity. “Well, since you’re so curious, I might as well tell you all about them.” 

You helplessly squirmed in his lap as he sat you through each and every video, pointing out different details and reasons for why he had them saved. 

“This one,” pointing towards a girl getting railed on screen, her loud moans and smacking noises filling the quiet room, “she has hair like yours.” 

Swiping to the next, it was another girl getting eaten out by a man. “That–” Caleb chuckled, his breath sending a wave of goosebumps down your neck, “I wanted to try that out on you someday.” He made you watch as the man on screen licked and rubbed her clit. 

You would be lying if you said all this wasn't resulting in a pool of arousal in your underwear. Unbelievably turned on by the fact that your Caleb had been thinking of you while–

“Gege needs to jerk off too baby, ‘m not perfect.”

You whined in his hold, desperate for him to finally touch you and your leaky pussy. “Caleb no more–”

“Nuh uh, we have to see it through pips.” Suddenly, he reached down to rub you firmly through your shorts. “Gotta get her nice and ready for me.”

He cooed and caressed you through your misery, his hand dragging your face back to the screen every time you looked away, whispering “shh” and wiping your tears away when you sobbed at your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Look, she cries like you, doesn't she?”

By the end of it, you were delirious from begging for dick. He finally relented, kicking off his clothes and your own, laying back on the couch and pulling you up with him. 

Your hands planted on his chest, trying to regain sanity with the way his dick was rubbing up against you. Meanwhile, Caleb was smirking below you, watching you struggle to line him up with your entrance. 

“Dick s’yours, put it in– fuck.” His words melted away into a groan as he felt your searing heat envelope him, eyes shutting tight. 

You sighed at the stretch, sinking down on his impossible size, body held upright by nothing but his hands.

Right as you felt like you were stuffed full, you looked down to see a good few inches of him still outside of you. But you simply couldn't care less and selfishly began riding the part of his cock you managed to fit. 

“Pi- pips, what are you doing?” He had his eyebrows scrunched, hands tightening around your waist as he tried to not to shove you down onto his cock. 

“I can’t Caleb, ‘s too big.” You just couldn't put him in the rest of the way. 

“Psh, do you want gege to help you baby?” 

And you nodded, cockdrunk and not fully realizing what you were agreeing to. 

“Okey doke.” he grinned and reached up to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss, tongue tangling with yours and distracting you from the way he shifted his hold on you.

And he pulled you down all the way.

Your eyes widened, mouth gasping against his as a slurry of fuck fuck fucks escaped him. For all you knew, he could’ve just displaced all your organs. 

The shock didn't last for long before it bloomed into hot pleasure. You gripped onto his shoulders, rolling your hips and setting a needy rhythm.

“Just like that sweet girl, ride your gege.”

And you rode him like a woman possessed, desperate and sloppy, forcing yourself up and down his length until the wet slapping sound echoed off the couch.

Caleb’s breath hitched, looking like he was painfully close. 

“Okay now– stop moving. Stop,” he whimpered, hands pinning your hips still through your squirming. 

He looked up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth as he summoned everything not to bust a load in you right then and there. 

And then he suddenly turned your bodies, shifting you to pin you down on the couch instead, swinging a leg over his shoulder, scowling. 

“Lemme do my work now.” 

And a switch flipped as he started rutting into you like he’d gone nuts. 

He kept hitting all your spots, your back lifting clean off the cushions as your release took no time to hit you like a truck. 

He sobbed at the feeling of your pussy clenching him like a vice, and he held you closer, chests touching as he rested his forehead on yours, feeling his own climax not too far behind.

“Inside? Fuuck. inside.” 

He gripped your ass, pulling you flush against his hips as he filled you up with his seed. He stayed there for a moment, feeling the warm liquid trickle out of your plugged hole and onto the couch, whispering I love yous into your skin. 

He huffed, using his arms to pull his weight off you, caressing your bare stomach as he grabbed his phone that was tossed off the side.

“You know…”

He pulled up the camera on his phone, a smile tugging the corner of his lips.

“Maybe you could help gege expand his collection.”

Dad!Caleb x Mom!Reader

Notes: Caleb has an older son and a younger daughter

Caleb is very, very involved with his family.

As a bare minimum, of course he knows what his kids' allergies are, their grades in school, their favorite and least favorite foods, goes to every sports meet and show, and he knows about their favorite shows and books.

And he knows every single meme they bring up.

Caleb Xia, such a hardass at work, incredibly strict, and almost cruel to anyone who crosses him... imagine what his coworkers would think when they see him outside of the fleet on the weekend with his family when he's in a shirt that says "C.H.U.D." and 6-7s with his kids in grocery store parking lot.

I do think he'll cling on to some traditional values. His son is the protector, soon-to-be the man of the family, and his daughter is the "protected." But their mother is a high-level Hunter, so you encourage them to break the mold if they wish.

However, no matter what, his kids better know how to cook and clean.

Every single meal he makes and every single packed lunch looks like they belong in food magazines. Especially when his kids were younger, he'd make rice balls that resemble their favorite characters and animals, make roses out of radishes or avocados, etc. It's a spectacle every time his kids open their lunch boxes in the middle of class.

Every single lunch box always has a new note every day, either with a dad-joke, a science fact, encouragement, or simply saying, "Papa loves you."

To him, it's the ultimate honor that his family eats his food and only his food. It might be near Michelin star-level, but when his kids were little tots, they didn't care about how organic, how premium, how tasty it was, they just wanted McDonald's like what they saw on TV or with their friends.

Sure, he'll give them McDonald's, Jollibee, Pizza Hut, etc. whenever they ask for it. (He spends weeks buying from these fast food places in secret, saving and cleaning the packaging until he can recreate his own, testing and trialing recipes until he develops a one that's 10x better than the original, and gives them "McDonald's" that looks exactly like the ads.)

There are several days a year where his kids and you aren't allowed to have any other plans: that's the birthdays, some major holidays, and...dumpling day and zongzi day.

He's making enough food to last for a whole quarter of a year at the least, and spends weeks before preparing for it, going to wet markets with you and the kids in tow to carry all the bags, haggling with the aunties and uncles for the best deals, and even arranging shipments to your house.

The aunties and uncles drive hard bargains, but are willing to throw in freebies every now and then because "he has such a beautiful family."

Then, with C-dramas (watching the 100th cold CEO and poor working girl plotline that month) playing in the background, you all have to spend hours making the wrapper, chopping veggies, mixing several different dumpling fillings, and folding over 1000 dumplings before they go in the freezer or are shared with neighbors and friends.

Not to mention the many pickle jars he has with brines starting even before his children were born.

His kids know it's the weekend when they'll wake up in the morning to the sound of the vacuum running with songs from their parents' youth playing.

His kids always cringe whenever he wears that stupid "Kiss the Cook" apron and asks for his "payment" whenever you walk by.

How gross, aren't you guys too old to be doing this? they ask.

Can you imagine what a cozy house he has? Apple shaped placemats, cookie jars, tea kettles... plushies everywhere from your claw machine wins, the softest couches and carpet.

Every single corner of his house, it has something to do with you or the kids: wedding memorabilia, marks on the door to measure their heights, every trophy they've won, and hundreds of photo frames of you and your family all throughout every room.

whenever the two of you are together, he always finds a way to keep you close.

whether it’s late into the night, rain tapping gently against the windows while the two of you lie tangled beneath the covers, or after a long day when the weight of work finally begins to melt away.

it’s in moments like these that he holds you the tightest.

his arms wrapped securely around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, as if he wanted to merge with you.

your quiet breaths fall into rhythm with his, the two blending together in the silence. his hands, slender yet rough from work, absentmindedly trace lazy patterns across your stomach.

every so often, he’d break the silence with the smallest questions.

“what’d you have for lunch today?”

“did anything interesting happen at work?”

or he’d start making plans for the two of you.

“we should go out this weekend.”

“i saw this little café earlier. think you’d like it?”

the conversation never had to be about anything important. in fact, he liked it better when it wasn’t. he just liked hearing your voice, liked listening as you rambled about your day, no matter how uneventful you insisted it’d been.

if you paused for too long, he’d squeeze your waist gently, urging you to keep talking.

and when sleep finally began to pull at your eyelids, he’d pull you impossibly closer, tucking your head beneath his chin before pressing a lingering kiss to your hair.

“goodnight,” he’d murmur, already half asleep himself.

Caleb | Xia Yizhou x Gender neutral reader

You claim you're more productive at night. Caleb thinks its just and excuse to not take care of yourself. Fluff | Slice of life |

Wispy vapours that smelled like strawberries and cream from the scented candle on your desk mellowed out your mood as you sat, knees pulled up at your desk, going over a chapter for the third time. Sleep called to you, your eyes closing shut every few minutes.

The soft hum of the ceiling fan and the little Tap tap of your pencil on tyour desk were the only sounds in the room. You let out a yawn, stretching your arms out.

A little knock sounded at your door, then a familiar teasing voice, "Pipsqueeaaak Are you still awake?~" You opened the door and he stood with a silly grin.

"You look tired, Pips."

"I'm most productive at night."

"That's you're excuse hmm?"

He smiled his violet eyes softened with warmth. You were always so stubborn. He remembered helping you in the mornings after you stayed up all night working on a project when you were kids.

Your sleepy face as he carried your bag to class. And you'd fall asleep as soon as you got home and wake up to the smell of garlic and butter as he woke you up for dinner.

Without saying a word he walked up to you, his arms lifting you up from your waist.

"Put me down! Caleb!!"

"Nu-uh.."

Giving you a little spin, he placed you onto your bed, like you were a little kid.

You only pouted at him, lower lip jutting out like a scolded child. That only made Caleb laugh, your pout sharpened into a glare, you swatted at his arm.

"You choose war huh?"

He then lunged at you, your back against the mattress, his fingers creeping up on your sides as he started to tickle you.

Giggles bubbled from your lips. "Stopp Caleb!"

His fingers ran around your jaw and the side of your neck. Your nose scrunched up as you laughed louder.

Caleb watched as your laughter died out with a little yawn. Pulling your fluffy purple blanket over you, Caleb tucked you in. A soft press of his lips against your forehead caused you to hum softly.

The minute he got up to leave he heard a sleepy whine. "Caleb.."

"Aww.. Pipsqueak.. you want me to stay?"

A little nod. "warm."

Caleb's lips lifted into a smile.

"Anything for you Pips"

Reader who gets bruises from nothing. Reader who has scratches that appear from nowhere. Reader that trips over their own feet and hits their hip against a table or drops something on their foot. They will give Verity a heart attack.

you’re half-sprawled across the living-room couch, one knee hooked over the back cushions, the other leg dangling off the edge.

caleb is between your thighs, jeans shoved down just far enough, his shirt still on because neither of you had the patience to get fully undressed.

he’s been fucking you slow and deep for a while now, long rolling thrusts that make the couch cushions shift under you every time he pushes in.

you’re already a mess, shirt shoved up under your chin, one of his hands occasionally sliding down to squeeze your breast or grip your hip and pull you harder onto him.

it’s too good, the kind of good that makes your thoughts go soft and stupid, you’re clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in, and the next time he drives in deep and grinds there for a second, the words just fall out of you on a broken moan.

“i love you—”

caleb freezes.

mid-thrust. still buried inside you, his eyes lock onto yours, wide and dark, like he didn’t quite hear it right, the only sound for a second is both of you breathing hard and the soft creak of the couch.

then a low, chuckle leaves him.

“you love me?”

he pulls almost all the way out then sinks back in to the hilt with one firm stroke that makes your head tip back against the cushions, his forehead drops to yours, voice rough and close, a little shaky under the heat.

“well fuck… i’ve loved you ever since.”

he starts moving again, deeper now, like the confession just unlocked something, every thrust is harder, more intentional, the couch rocking under the two of you.

“since we were kids building forts in your backyard. since every sleepover where i had to pretend i wasn’t staring at you the whole time. since the first time i realized i wanted to be the one who got to touch you like this.” his hips snap forward, punching a soft cry out of you.

“i’ve wanted you for so fucking long it made me crazy. every time you hugged me. every time you laughed at something only i said. i’ve been dying to hear you say it, didn’t expect you’d say it while i’m inside you.”

he chuckles then shifts hooking one of your legs higher over his arm so he can get even deeper. the new angle makes you gasp, and he doesn’t let up, long strokes that keep you pinned to the couch.

“i’ve thought about this,” he mutters against your mouth, kissing you messy between words. “you under me. you saying you love me while i’m fucking you stupid. i’ve jerked off to the idea more times than i can count.” another hard thrust. “and now you’re actually said it. fuck, baby…”

one hand slides under your lower back, lifting you so he can grind deep and stay there for a second each time, making sure you feel every inch.

your fingers tangle in his hair, the other hand gripping the back of the couch for something to hold onto as he keeps talking telling you how many nights he lay awake wanting exactly this, how many times he almost kissed you and chickened out, how good it feels to finally have you open and wet and whispering that you love him while he ruins you on the couch you’ve both sat on a thousand times before.

the pace builds, the wet sound of him moving in and out of you fills the quiet living room, your moans get louder, less controlled, and he answers every one with another deep thrust and another soft “i love you too” against your skin, like he’s been waiting years to say it back while he was inside you.

"wouldn’t you like to know?" he hisses, kissing you all over your face, pounding into you so fast yet so passionately that you almost reached a state of utopia where you came alot of times.

"c-caleb i can’t take it anymore s-slow dow— aah-" yours moans were barely controllable due to him not being able to keep up with his own pace because dear oh dear he was determined to make you feel so good that when you do cum, your whole body shakes uncontrollably.

“that’s it, baby,” caleb growls against your ear, voice thick and wrecked, “let go for me again. wanna feel you squeezing my cock just like that- fuck, pipsqueak, we can get closer.”

his hips snap harder, making you shiver, cake and sweat make everything slippery and messy between you two, your breasts bouncing with the force of it as he drives into you. he latches onto one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers dig into your thigh, spreading you wider for him.

you cum again with a broken cry, your slippery walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock so intensely it almost pushes him out. but caleb doesn’t stop. he fucks you straight through it, groaning low and filthy as your orgasm milks him.

“good girl… my perfect little pipsqueak,” he praises between heavy breaths, kissing your tear streaked cheeks and swollen lips. “one more. give me one more, baby. i know you can.”

his pace turns punishing, cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over. one of his hands slips between your bodies, thumb circling your sensitive clit in tight, messy strokes. the overstimulation has you sobbing his name.

only then does caleb let himself go. he buries his face in your neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts deep one final time and spills inside you with a guttural moan of your name, filling you up until you feel warm and full.

you both stay like that for a while, panting, bodies sticky with cake and cum and sweat. caleb finally lifts his head, eyes soft despite how wrecked he looks, and presses gentle kisses all over your face again.

"you okay, baby?" he whispers, voice hoarse but full of love. "this right here pips- has to be the best birthday gift ever… but i’ll run that bath now, yeah? then we can get all messy again after."

“well um- yeah… no…”

A popular vlogger uploads an episode of their near-death encounter with a wanderer, and the hunter that rescues them. AKA: the comments start thirsting over you and caleb finds out thank you to everyone who has supported <3

rafayels ver | xaviers ver | zaynes ver | sylus ver | valkos ver |

Synopsis: Caleb sees you holding a baby and suddenly realizes how much he NEEDS to see a mini-you.

Warnings: Breeding, Baby Fever, Mentions of Pregnancy, Public Smex, Use of ‘Gege’, Size Difference, Sort of Dub-con for half a second.

Caleb always knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. That was a given. But the thought of kids didn’t really fancy him that much, after all, he was so selfish.

Wanting you all to himself at all times.

But today, something had snapped. It was all because of the Farspace Fleet Annual Dinner. He had brought you in like a pretty thing on his arm. Families young and old from his subordinates had gathered in the ballroom.

He had went to fetch you drinks and when he returned, you had a gurgling little boy in your arms. All wide-eyed and chubby fingers grasping at strands of your hair.

He had been uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the evening. “Caleb, are you alright?” You whisper to him as you find your seat at the table.

He clears his throat and tries to force a reassuring smile. “Yeah Pips, of course.”

He was absolutely NOT fine.

You had just meant to grab your jackets from the coat closet before leaving. But somehow that resulted in it being locked behind you with Caleb so fucking deep in your guts you couldn’t breathe.

He hadn’t even bothered to pull the pants of his uniform down all the way. He tucked the band of his boxers right under his tight balls, slipped your panties to the side and fucked you in the extremely small closet.

“C-Cal-mmhh! F-fuck!” You gasped into his ear. The little prep work he had done made the stretch burn so much more deliciously. His Colonel Cap slipped down to shadow his eyes as he growled against your pulse point.

“Oh no Pipsqueak. You knew exactlyyyy what you were doin’. Holding that baby, bein’ all fuckin’-ngh-motherly.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you weren’t sure if it was from the way he was pulverizing your guts or from his words. “I just-b-baby was cute. Ah…~”

Your words cut off by his thumb rubbing tight circles around your sticky little clit. He chuckled in your ear, palm pressed firmly against your tummy where he was so deeeep inside of you.

“Uh huh, sure. Doesn’t matter,” his teeth are nipping at your throat as his shoulders knock dozens of coats into the floor. “-our baby is gonna be 10 times cuter.”

Your hands scramble to find any purchase on his shoulders. His breath is hot and heavy against the crook of your shoulder. “S’-too much Caleb! I-I can’t-not on the pill!” You try and muffle your moan against his uniform.

Caleb just chuckles at that, his swollen cock-head leaving wet kisses against your cervix. “S’ like you wanted me to leave a baby in here Pips. All swollen, achin’ for me huh?”

His thrust grow erratic, your cries building to a crescendo in the Ballroom coat closet. “Caleb I’m gonna-…out! Ngh, pull out!” It’s a half-hearted request really. You KNEW Caleb would be a good dad, would take care of you and a little one with no problem. Caleb clicked his tongue disapprovingly and simply pressed your face against the wall, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

Even though he could’ve easily lifted you with his Evol, it was strong, battle worn arms that held you up so your cute kitten heels were dangling helplessly. He used you like that dumbass pocket-pussy he bought back in his academy days.

Your cunt kinda sounded like it too. All gooey n’ wet n’ all fucked out.

“Yeah, yeah tell me again you don’t want my kid in your belly. Go on Pips. Tell me to stop, and I will.” He’s slamming you up and down his cock to the point you can’t even see straight.

“I-I want it!” You finally admit, walls clenching around his length like it was trying to milk him dry. “Want your babies, w-want you to fill me up-ahhh!”

The little bit of restraint Caleb had, shattered. He’s murmuring absolute filth into your ear as he feels you cum around his throbbing cock.

“Yeahhh, that’s it Pips. Gonna carry Gege’s baby? Gonna have ya all round n’ full of me. Gonna feel soooo nice and tight around me after I pump ya full of my kid. F-fuck I love ya-ngh!” He buries his face into your neck with sloppy kisses as his swollen balls tense up and pump load after load into your quivering pussy.

You don’t trust yourself to walk, and neither does Caleb when your feet touch the ground again. He’s giving you smooch after smooch as he pulls back up your panties, but not before giving your sloppy pussy a few pats for a job well-done over soaked panties.

But damn, poor Gideon only wanted his suit jacket and got free trauma for life!

summary: in which you ask about the lads boys condom size.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: suggestive content so NSFW / MDNI, xavier’s a little vulgar, zayne is lovely, rafayel wants to kill himself again (!!!), sylus is lovely again, caleb is strange. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), only a few comments/compliments but nothing explicitly stated. that’s it (i think)

p.s. this is based on a req SO i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) ^^

a/n: yes…that is a cocoaxia original photo…no i don’t want to talk about the implications of me going about my normal human business and stopping to take a photo of the condom aisle to subsequently use for A LADS SMAU…i do it all for the realism…don’t ever say i'm not committed to you ladsnation…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)